Persuaded into Bitchdom

Hello, everyone,

First of all, I'm so sorry for taking so long to post this. It's just the way I've been busy and the anxiety that overwhelms me as usual. I feel a lot better when I post these chapters and get back to answering the messages you send me. When I don't answer is probably because I feel bad for not posting and ashamed. Yeah, it sounds silly but that's that same anxiety taking the best of me.

The first part of this chapter has been posted on my old Patreon page but the second part is original and new. I wanted to write another 2 scenes before publishing this chapter but this would take too long and I just decided to post it now coz, although not perfect, it feels complete the way it is. I'd say this is chapter 8a, and the next would be 8b, but I'll post as 9 just to keep it organised.

Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Have fun and, please, cum more than once. There are a lot of scenes here so you can cum at least 3 times haha... do that and I'll be encouraged to write more.

Oh, this is also known as "Becoming a dildo's bitch."

--------------- Persuaded into bitchdom – part 08

I had classes the next morning and volleyball training too. My day was busy. I took a quick shower while the whole floor stared at me. I didn't give a fuck. What could they say? Whatever they had in mind I could deny. I sang a song in the showers and was pleased to see I'd gotten my voice back. Still weak, but enough for communication.

I returned to my room to find my new uniform waiting for me. I'd opted not to wear it in the lodge, and that could bring me trouble. I still believed that maybe Craig wouldn't hear a word about it.

The shorts were too tight. After the weekend, I'd forgotten how uncomfortable they were. They barely hid my crotch. My fat ass was obscenely exposed, while everyone could see my dicks' outline. Honestly, I didn't care too much for my ass, but my tiny dick visible like that made me nervous. There was no denying I had nothing there. As I looked at it again, I thought I could see a camel toe. Unbelievable!

I put on the team's t-shirt. I was buns again. As if not enough, I wore the leash. I was the bitch. I was the "Bottom Fag." My body trembled before opening the door. I think I held that doorknob for a good ten minutes before finding enough courage to step out. If only I could bring Greg with me. Obviously, I don't mean showing it to everyone but keeping it in a safe place. I just wanted to know I had him with me like a lucky charm. He could make things easier for me.

Everyone was staring at me. Everyone! I had decided not to give a fuck though. Let them look. If I could walk covered in cum, this outfit wouldn't be much worse. That's what I focused on. I could do this. Besides, Juan was going through the same, so at least for now, I wasn't alone.

I searched for my teammates in the main cafeteria that was at this time crammed with people having breakfast. Damian waved at me to make sure I had found them, which I did. From the door, I also saw Bern, Craig and Juan. I was still a few feet away but could tell Craig wasn't willing to talk to me. He didn't even bother to look at me.

"Hey, buns. You look great," Juan greeted me.

I faked a smile before pulling the chair on the other side of the table across from him. Craig, who was next to me held my hand still avoiding eye contact.

"You sit over there, Buns," he pointed at a chair next to Juan. "With your boyfriend."

What could I do? The day had barely started and I was facing this nightmare already. As soon as I sat down, Craig finally faced me. No, he was looking at Juan.

"Won't you kiss him?"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot." Juan should have had a great weekend to forget what the guys expected from him.

"These freshmen, seriously. They can't do anything right."

The room was busy, there was barely any chair untaken and still, Juan grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head, turned me to his side and kissed me. One of those kisses that weren't kisses but statements. They came with words of caution for sensitive viewers. They were the closest a kiss could get to sex as his tongue fucked my mouth mercilessly. Juan confused me. All those voices surrounding me, the laughter, the guys yelling stuff I couldn't understand while my dick responded by stiffening, Yeah, I got hard every time he kissed me like that.

This time though, his tongue invading my mouth reminded me of something else. Something I wanted to forget now. It penetrated my mouth like Zac's dick did the previous two days. Not as deep, of course, but the way Juan hold me by the hair and forced his face against mine awakened me to the experience that started changing me. I could never blow another dude again, but I still enjoyed cocks. I mean, cocks can be fun if you're surrounded by friends having a good time bonding with them, right? I could bet Juan was getting hard. I wanted to see it. To nuzzle his dick. But, no, I wouldn't do that. Ever again.

"Enough," Craig yelled from across the table. "Go grab something to eat," he said to me.

"Ok."

"I'm coming with you," Juan stated. "What's wrong with your voice?" He asked from behind.

"Sore throat," I wasn't lying.

I couldn't help but look at his crotch. Yes, there was a huge tube of meat squeezed against his pelvis. So fucking obscene and this guy was smiling as if this was normal.

"Ain't you covering that?" I spoke as we qued.

I was so embarrassed but decided not to let it show. The hell I'd let these guys make me feel bad. Besides, I remembered Lee saying this was the place where people wouldn't judge me as gay. Where the image of a guy walking coated in cum would go to oblivion very soon. I looked around me. With a few exceptions, everyone was wearing sports uniforms. I spotted guys wearing singlets with hoodies, others wet from the pools, these two cheeks in front of us were wearing makeup for what seemed like rhythmic gymnastics. They didn't bother with my presence whatsoever. On the other side, big dudes wearing nothing but shorts while their bodies were covered in sweat. I was told once they were from the rowing group. One of them caught me staring and sent me a kiss. Fuck.

"And ain't you covering this?" Juan left his hand on my butt.

"Stop it."

"Craig asked me to. He said," then he tried to mimic Craig, "Banger, make sure you own those buns."

He laughed. I didn't think it was fun at all but still faked another friendly smile as I thought it would be rude not to laugh at his joke.

I was getting closer to the counter when I heard a little commotion coming from the other side of the room. I turned around to see what was going on and was surprised. I couldn't believe my eyes. Coming into the cafeteria, there was this blond hot dude followed by four good-looking Asian guys. Ok, everything was normal except for the slimy fluid that ran down the blond boy. No doubt about it. That was cum. I knew it too well to be sure. But differently from me, this guy didn't have just spurts over here and there. It looked like he was bathed with a bucket of cum. That shouldn't be right. They couldn't find that much cum. That was impossible.

"I think the guys from badminton are sending us a message," Juan spoke from behind me. His hand still resting on my ass.

"Fuck!"

"Next!" The lady yelled from behind the counter.

I moved quickly to get whatever I found and return to the table. On my way back though, I was forced to stop. With the tray in my hands, I watched one of the Asian guys talking to Craig.

"I guess you ain't the toughest one around here anymore," he laughed.

"Get creative, mother fucker," Craig answered.

"Such a loser."

I sat down happy I was far from Craig because he was now furious.

"What was that about?" I asked Bern.

"We've heard yesterday that the badminton guys were hazing a freshman as we did to you. Copycats."

"So, is that why Craig is so angry?" I asked. Gosh, I thought he was pissed at me for not swallowing his cum the other day.

"Yeah." Bern was using his bread to swipe the syrup out of his plate.

"Why?"

"They got this new captain. Park. The guy is powerful. Rumour says his father donated a lot of money last year. The boy is a spoiled brat. Someone must've told him what we did to you and now he wants to prove they're better than us."

"Damn." I opened a little plastic bag and took an apple out of it. Juan sat on my side again.

"What the fuck was that?" He looked as surprised as me.

I looked over Bern and found the badminton guys sitting at another table. The poor boy could barely move. He got cum dripping from every inch of his body.

"That can't be cum," I spoke before biting my apple.

"How are you sure?" Craig asked.

"It's too much. Where would they find that much jizz?"

"The son of a bitch is paying three dollars per load," Damian explained. "I got the message from a private group. All you gotta do is go to a restroom behind the gymnasium at a specific time and cum in a cup they give you. I don't know how many guys went there, but from the way it looks, everyone has been there."

"You know too many details, man. They didn't say anything about cumming in a cup in that message," Bern stated.

"I heard it from other guys in the dorm. I wasn't there." Damian defended himself. "I swear."

"Whatever, dude."

Craig was also watching the coated dude. Studying him.

"Unbelievable. I can't see the fag's skin. Every single inch is covered." He stated.

"I still prefer what we did with Chris," Bern was finishing his sandwich. "It looked a lot more natural. You could tell we were cumming on his body. That's hardcore. The bitch over there got the cum out of a bucket or something. Anyone can do that. You can't even tell whether that's real cum or not. Now watching dudes jerking off and cumming on your face and in your mouth," Bern tapped my shoulder, "that's only you. Unbeatable!"

Should I feel proud? Yeah, somehow I did. I was still a reference when it came to hazing. The one other teams would try to beat. That was nice.

"Buns," Craig called me, "you talk to the new gooey over there and see what's the deal, ok?"

"Now?"

"Of course not, dumbass. Find a moment when he's alone and talk to him. I don't know. Think of something," Craig turned his head to face Juan again, "kiss your bitch, for Christ's sake. You guys can't do anything right."

Juan didn't wait for further instructions. I still had my apple in my hand when he took me by the hair and kissed me again. I hated to admit this but the guy knew how to kiss. I was melting in his arms. His tongue was so soft but, at the same time, firm. When it penetrated my mouth, Juan would push his saliva forward and I had no other option but to swallow as I couldn't push it back. It tasted like coffee, I guess. I should feel bad about it, but I did not. If one asked me though, I'd swear I'd never do it again.

"So, what are you gonna do?" It was too hard to focus on anything besides that kiss, but I still managed to hear Bern asking.

"What can we do?" Craig answered. "We've set the rules for these two already," he should be talking about Juan and me. "Unless Buns or Banger lifts that stupid rule."

This last part wasn't clear. He could be talking about anything or anyone, but it could also be about me and the team's `no-sex rule.' If that was the case, well, I was sorry but it wouldn't happen.

I didn't eat my breakfast in the cafeteria. My mouth was too busy swallowing Juan's invading tongue and saliva. He broke the kiss after several minutes and I didn't fall because his hand helped me back onto the chair. As I said, I was melting. We stood up with boners: mine still inconspicuous, but the one between his legs could make the white tiles on the walls blush.

I took a last glance at the new gooey. I felt sorry for him. He didn't look very happy either. I think I managed to walk covered in cum with a smile on my face coz the guys in my team were really nice to me. I couldn't say the same for him. His mates looked like a problem. They barely noticed the poor guy dripping cum all by himself unable to eat or speak coz he couldn't open his mouth without taking jizz inside. I understood him as no one else in that room.

I walked to the classroom and found a chair at the corner that called my name. I needed to hide coz once I sat down the shorts lowered on the back revealing my crack and tightened up on the front too squeezing my balls that now and then would pop out to breathe fresh air.

On the other side of the room, I spotted Will talking to his mate Preston. Our eyes met and he gave me a grin that exposed me more than my slutty outfit. I was afraid that anyone who saw that grin would be able to visualize me taking his cock. I thought he would come to me and embarrass me further, but he did not. This should be alright, but the little I knew of him made me think he should be planning something.

Sitting far from him was ideal, of course. Talking to him or getting closer to him wasn't what I wanted but something was bothering me. It took me a while to understand it because the truth was shameful. I wondered whether he thought of me as a horrible cocksucker which was unfair because I was the best. I wanted him to know that but I wouldn't dare to say anything. If only Zac could tell him how much I'd improved that weekend. I deserved that after skilfully throating his whole dick. I should be praised for so much work.

At lunchtime, I thought about joining the guys but decided to head back to my room and take off those shorts that were stuck deep into my crack. I had eyes all over me but walked straight as an arrow toward its target. With my earphones on I had nothing to fear. All I had to do was pretend nothing was happening and I'd be fine.

I changed into something more comfortable and then had a frozen meal from the freezer in the shared kitchen which I heated in the microwave. There was no one in the building or, at least, I couldn't hear a single voice or sound. So peaceful. When I walked back to my room though I found Bern waiting for me at the door.

"What?" I asked.

He squeezed his crotch with his right hand while the left one ended up on my door. It was as if he was saying I couldn't get in without first dealing with his dick.

"I need to get off. Let's go inside."

He wasn't asking. We had a deal. A deal I agreed to the terms although I could've said no. A deal I agreed to feed my submissiveness as Lee would say.

"But now? I have classes..."

"I'll be quick. I swear. Boy, I couldn't just see you wearing those shorts and not getting a hardon. It's your fault anyway. You made this now you gotta deal with it."

I couldn't see the outline of his hardon very well through his thick jeans, but I knew his cock very well. I also gotta confess that making Bern's cock hard with my body was an idea that made me hard myself. I did that so effortlessly. That hardon was mine.

That's a shift in my mentality. I've seen hundreds, if not thousands of boners in the previous months. In the past, I had no connection with them whatsoever, but now I felt like I had a mission when a dick got hard because of me. I was responsible for that cock. Such a twisted way of thinking I was forever responsible for what I have tamed.

I opened my door and Bern followed me inside.

"Your ass. Fuck. I wish I could touch it."

"Why? What would you do if you could?"

The only thing stopping him now was the team's no-sex rule. Lee had asked me to lift it, which led me to think about what would happen if I did. Hence, the reason for this question.

"Where would I start? Boy, that's a banquet you have over there. You see, I love ass, any kind of ass. I don't judge if it belongs to a boy or a girl. I only care for the shape, the smell, its taste. The way I give an ass goosebumps when I touch it so gently with my fingertips. I take it for granted that, by now, you know how needy dicks can be, right? How cocks got to get off? They have to. That's what they were made for. And you're being a true bud helping mine. You understand him so well. He's so grateful. But it's unfair what you're doing to your ass."

Bern pulled me to a hug but our bodies didn't meet. Instead, he put his hand on my lower back before turning me around and kneeling behind me, and in this way, facing my ass from a short distance.

"Let me help it now?"

"It?" I asked.

"Yeah. Your ass. It's suffocating inside these shorts. We need to give it some air, boy. It's dying in there."

Bern hooked his fingers in my waistband and pulled my shorts down leaving me naked.

"Can you feel it, boy? The way your ass is breathing now? It's a beast. It can't be restrained like this. I feel sorry for it."

Bern stood up still behind me. His body was so close to mine but he dared not to touch me. He should know very well the consequences of getting too bold when the rule was still in place. His hands though touched my hips. No, his fingers hooked under my T-shirt that he lifted. As if I was enchanted by his words and gestures, I raised my arms so he could take it off leaving me naked.

"You were made to be naked, boy. You don't understand your butt as I do. I can hear it. The way it begs you to let it breathe. You are so fucking worried about your useless dick you can't listen to your ass. Boy, no one cares about your dick. No one. Not a single soul in the world. It's like it doesn't even exist. You know that. Everyone does. But your ass. Boy, everyone is looking at it. Worried about the way you treat it. I love it. All the guys do. You got such a great body."

I longed for so long to hear that. I who always thought I didn't deserve it. That no one had ever found in me someone worth their attention was being praised for my body. That's so vain, but who doesn't want to feel wanted? This has nothing to do with being admired by a guy or a girl. A guy can say he dispises fags or that fags are disgraceful, but absolutely all of them love it when they know guys are turning their heads to watch them. It's obvious. They feel appreciated. Even if they ain't thinking about having sex with other guys, which by the way has nothing to do with this, they know they stand on top when it comes to male beauty. Even other guys, gays or not, agree with that.

"I'm so glad you aren't wearing undies anymore," he continued. "This ass wasn't made for underwear. You suffocate it. You shouldn't wear undies ever again," he then spoke into my ear, "do you promise me? No undies? Ever again?"

"But..."

"C'mon, boy. Do it for me. For my cock. I know you wanna make him happy."

"B..."

"C'mon. Please? Ever again?" He murmured in my ear so softly.

"Yeah..."

"Good... Boy. You make me so hard. It's like magic. I see your ass and my cock gets hard. It's like they have this connection, you know? Your ass and my cock. Like they've been made for each other."

I didn't want to face Bern, so I looked at the wall in front of me. I had Pamela there. Well, probably that wasn't her real name, but that's what the poster read. Pamela with her ass turned to the camera as she looked at me from over her shoulder. Bern noticed it.

"She's got a nice ass too, but yours is so much better."

"But... She's a woman..." I couldn't understand how a straight guy would prefer the ass of a guy over a chick's.

"Just personal taste. Women can have round asses too, but usually, do you see her hips?" He put his hands on my hips. "They get a lot wider around here and very often the ass sags coz chicks got a lot more fat around the glutes than guys. A guy's ass can be firm and big while the hips are still lean like yours. Ass like yours works a lot better as cushions if you get my drift."

Why did he want an ass to be like cushions? No, I didn't understand.

"So, back to your question, what would I do if there were no rules? I'd make love to your fat butt. Very romantic love. I'd kiss it, lick it, nuzzle it..." Bern spoke as he kneeled behind me again to the point he was looking straight into my ass. "Right, babe? You want to be loved, don't you? No one loves you more than me. If I only could kiss you. Well, I can show you my dick, would you like that?"

I turned to see him. Bern was literally talking to my ass, just like I did to Zac's and Will's dicks. That should be the same passion the guys found in my eyes. Pure love.

Bern stood up and took his cock out in a couple of quick movements. So big. Hard like the others and equally angry but, this time, it wasn't asking anything from me. He wanted my ass instead.

He started jerking off like he's done before in that same room.

"Boy, get on the bed," he pulled me by the hips till I kneeled on my mattress. "Lower your head and use your hands to open your ass. I wanna see your hole."

"No, Bern. Not that."

"I ain't gonna lie to you, boy. Having a nice ass is great. You should be proud of it. But that'd mean nothing if you didn't have that hole there."

"That's fag shit."

"Yeah, I hear fags love to play with their assholes. But we ain't fags, right, boy? We're mates. Buds. And you wanna help me and my cock. I just wanna see it, boy. Assholes are so fun."

"You can't be serious."

"Like a heart attack," Bern laughed. He got back to his normal self as he tried to calm me down. "No, seriously. Show it to me and I'll tell you why."

I knew I was safe with the rule still standing, but wondered what would happen if it wasn't. Protected, I showed him my asshole by holding my buns with both hands.

"Wow, boy. What a pink tight hole you have," I heard Bern jerking off furiously now. "Your little hole looks so lonely in there."

"C'mon, Bern. Cut the bullshit." I spoke from the other side. My head smashed against the mattress.

"Hey, you're not here to see it. I'm telling you. I know assholes and yours looks lonely. Even sad, I'd say. If I could make it feel better."

"What would you do?" That's what I wanted to know.

"I'd lick it so tenderly."

"Eww. Who'd lick an asshole?"

"I would. See? That's why your hole is so lonely back here. You don't care about it. Years jerking off that joke you call a dick while what matters is back here just forgotten."

Weird to listen to Bern talking about my asshole like that and even weirder to know it was lonely without someone licking it.

"This is bullshit, man."

I wanted to know whether he'd fuck me. That's the truth. No, I didn't want that. But I needed to know whether he would. I was afraid to ask coz he could take it as an invitation, but how else would I know if he'd take the opportunity to fuck me if I decided to lift the rule? Again, I just wanted to feel like people desired me.

Funny thing though, although I was tired of his nonsense, I remained there open to him.

"Ok, I agree it's weird. But I insist assholes are a lot of fun. Did you know they can stretch so much I could get my whole fist into you? I'm not kidding. Down to my elbow."

"No way." I've never heard anything of the kind.

"I'm telling you. Assholes can do a lot more than just shit, boy. I just don't understand why they can stretch that much. It's not like we need them wide open, right? It's just so beautiful."

"My asshole?"

"Yeah. Have you never seen it? Then you don't believe it when I say it's lonely. You don't even know her. At least, I'm here talking to it. Making you asshole feel loved."

Bern stood behind me. His cock was getting dangerously close to my hole.

"What...?"

"Your hole, boy. My dick loves it so much. They look great together. Fuck, I'm cumming."

I couldn't see it, but I felt it very well. He was cumming on my hole. Involuntarily, I squeezed and it made Bern moan louder.

I didn't know what to say. Should I reprehend him? Somehow, I knew I could not do that. The hardon he was holding was mine and it was still my duty to take care of that even if by showing my hole to him. Bern's cum was my reward. I deserved that and, this time, I didn't need to suck him. Bern wanted my body. He said it himself. I was wanted. Someone needed me.

"Fucking awesome, boy." Bern was panting while he put his dick back into his pants. "By the way, bring your undies to the lockers today. We will get rid of them for you."

"What for?" I was afraid to get up and see his cum running down my legs, but that was already happening.

"You said you wouldn't wear them anymore. Let's just make sure you don't, ok? You'll thank me later when you understand your ass is alive and in need of attention."

By now, I should know what these guys were capable of, but I was still surprised by the way Bern made himself so comfortable when we were together. This should be caused by his dominative nature that contrasted with my submissive one as Lee explained to me.

"Or do you want me to take'm now? I don't mind. Do you have a plastic bag somewhere? This way, you don't need to walk with your old undies around."

Of course, he wouldn't forget about it, right? I didn't want to have him destroying my undies (and I've got a few expensive ones), but what choice did I have? I found a bag and put most of my undies there, keeping only a few in the drawer.

"What about those ones?" He asked from behind my shoulder.

"Can I keep those? They were expensive."

"Nah, boy. Give'm to me," he took them from my hands and put them in the bag with the others, "but I can talk about this with the team and work on some arrangements to get back to you. I mean, we can find a way to pay you back for these. We'll see. What about we buy you new socks? You look nice in white socks. Or we can buy you new undies too, but something that shows your hot butt and don't suffocate it. As I said, we'll see. But this kind of undies is now forbidden, ok?"

"Not even this one?" I held a pair of Calvin Klein's I liked a lot.

"No. But it's ok, boy. We'll find something better for you, I promise."

"Hey," someone walked into my room. It was Zac.

"Fuck, can't you knock?" I thought of hiding, but I had nowhere to go. I wasn't only naked. I had cum on my butt crack. It was useless, but I did try to hide my dick with my hands.

"It's ok, boy," Bern hooked his arm on my kneck, "I told you. You must get used to being naked in front of other guys."

"Easy for you to say. You're all dressed up."

"Yeah, but I look better in clothes. You were born to be naked. Not lying. What you think?" He asked Zac who made himself at home by sitting on my bed.

"He looks great naked. And I'm glad he got to hide his dick and not the ass."

Should I hide my ass instead? That was weird for a man. I think it's just natural for every guy to hide the dick first but, in fact, they didn't care about it whatsoever.

"If your dick is what bothers you, don't worry coz we're gonna find a solution for it," he then turned to Zac who was now laying on the bed as if this was his room, "what do you want?"

"I know you cum on him. Last time, he asked me to do the same. So, I saw you coming in and I guessed you'd be doing that again and I thought I'd like to do it again."

"You really love getting cum on your body, uh?" Bern asked me.

"Nah..."

"It's ok, boy. After months, I think anyone would miss it too. I can get the other guys to cum on you again."

"No, that's not..."

"It's ok. I'm sure they won't mind. Anything for our star here. Talk later," he left with the bag with my undies.

"Look what you've done!" I reprehended Zac who looked very comfortable on my bed.

"What?"

"What?" I mimicked him, "Now he'll tell the guys to cum on me again."

"Why isn't that good? Dude, you love dicks and cum. Bern will give you plenty and you don't need to say a word. Just pretend it's still part of your ritual and enjoy it."

"Fuck you," I motioned to pick up my shorts, but Zac stopped me with his voice.

"Hey, I still gotta cum."

"Damn it, where?"

"In your mouth."

I kneeled. This guy pissed me off so much.

"Can you do it already?" He hadn't started jerking off yet. "I have classes to attend."

"Why don't you suck me off, uh?" He grabbed his crotch. Through his baggy shorts, I could imagine his dick getting harder.

"I ain't doing that again," I'd promised myself. Now that I knew what I was capable of, I didn't need to do it ever again.

Zac didn't stop rubbing his dick though. It was getting hard. Although I couldn't see it, I was still mesmerized. A dick getting hard is, as Lee suggested, magical.

"Sucking cock isn't like riding a bike, dude. If you don't practice you're gonna forget how to do it."

"Bullshit."

"I bet you can't deepthroat it anymore," Zac unzipped his shorts and let his hard dick break free.

"Of course, I can. I did it already."

"But I bet you forgot."

"I didn't..."

"Then prove it."

Zac swang his dick provocatively.

This was stupid, but I had to show him I hadn't forgotten my deepthroating skills. It was a matter of honour and nothing else.

Still on my knees, I moved closer to him. I knew I couldn't deepthroat him if I didn't make his cock wet first so I started licking him. Up and down I covered the whole shaft with my saliva. I was the one now holding his cock. Zac took the chance to put his hands behind his head to watch me. Somehow, he knew he wouldn't be needing to use his hands again. That's the impression I had.

Another thing that I needed to do was to get some of that throat slimy on his cock. To do that, I teased my throat with his dick a few times until I had that important strand of thick saliva connecting my mouth to his head. As I did my job, I noticed Zac started moaning softly. His breast going up and down with each breath. So hot to know I was the one responsible for these reactions.

Ready, I just went down on his dick till I had his pubes touching my nose.

"Ha! Nailed it," I said once I withdrew.

"Dude, you did nothing. That's not throating. See? You forgot it already. A good cocksucker goes down and stays there for at least ten seconds without choking..."

I didn't need any other word from him. I did that. I went deep on his cock and started counting. When I reached ten, I withdrew again.

"There you go," I was so convinced this was it.

"But a great cocksucker," Zac continued, "can fuck his mouth with a dick. Take the whole shaft in and fuck it hard. In and out with all you got. That's what you can't do. Do this for a few minutes and you'll prove you hadn't forgotten."

I sighed. Yes, he was right. That was the hardest part of deepthroating.

His cock should've scared me once, but it didn't do it anymore. No, I've grown used to it. I'd tamed it once and could do it whenever I wanted. Thinking this way, I held his dick upward and started fucking my throat with it. Sometimes, I'd still choke but my recovery time was a lot shorter now. I hated to choke coz it embarrassed me. I knew I was better than that. So, every time I choked or gagged, I'd try it again but with more emphasis and effort. Eventually, I mastered the technique again and I did it without any struggle. I was so fucking proud of myself.

"See?" I was panting, "Don't you dare to say I'm not a great cocksucker anymore."

"Nah, you're great," he acknowledged.

"I told you," yeah, I was unbeatable. I wished he'd say that to Will though but again, I couldn't ask such a thing.

"Now, here's the thing. I'm about to cum. You and your throat brought me here. You can either see me jerking off and getting rid of this cum you know you love, or finish me off and get your reward. I just think it's a waste not to get your reward now that you've worked so hard to bring me to this point. What do you want?"

What a difficult question! I didn't want to be his cocksucker again but there I was doing that and he didn't need to ask me that much. Anyway, I've done it already so I should just get my reward which I worked too hard to see wasted.

I engulfed his dick again and bobbed up and down as I fought to get what was mine. Relentlessly, I did my best to see Zac moaning again. To prove to him I was worth his cock and his cum.

After another few minutes, he grabbed me by the hair and announced: "I'm cumming."

I wanted to feel his cum in my mouth but he coated my throat instead. I'd rather have it on my tongue first, so I could feel my reward for a little longer, but in my throat was also ok coz it was proof of my throating skills.

"Damn," it was his turn to pant and even laugh after his orgasm. "You're a great cocksucker. And you fought like a champ for this cum."

"I told you."

"Hey, that cum on your ass it's yours too. Why don't you swallow that?"

I touched my hole. I still had some of Bern's jizz on my crack, but most had run down onto the carpet. My fingers were a little moist from the cum, but not too much.

"It's different..."

"It's the same," Zac insisted. "He only came coz you showed him your asshole. You own that cum. Well, I'm just saying. I know you don't like to waste your rewards and you fought for that one too when you gave up on your dignity to show him your hole."

That's true. I've done that and Bern gave me his cum. I licked my finger but I wasn't so sure whether that was the right thing to do.

"How's the taste like?" Zac asked.

"Not too bad."

"Course not. You love this shit."

He stood and zipped up before walking to the door.

"Your door was open."

"Fuck!"

How could I be so stupid? What if someone came in?

"You know that you're gonna be sucking dick every day, right? Mine mostly. I mean, you need to practice. You got the throat and I got the dick. Eventually, someone might see you sucking cock and if the no-sex rule hasn't been lifted when that happens, well, Craig and Lane will be very disappointed. I'd say you may lose your position on the team. I'm not joking. This will happen. So, as your feeder, I'd ask you to talk to Craig and ask him to lift the rule before it happens."

"I can't do that," the truth is that I was so afraid.

"Dude, just talk with Craig and let him know you're considering this option, ok? Maybe he'll let you get the rule back if you don't like it. Maybe you could ask him to let you give it a try for a week only. I don't know, seriously. I've never seen anyone asking to lift the rule, but I guess it would be alright. Just talk to him. Besides, I can see you love sucking cock. I bet you'd get a lot more cock than just mine so you'd be able to practice with different sizes too. And once you're satisfied, then you say you won't be doing it anymore. I don't know."

On my knees, with cum on my crack and in my belly, I had not much to say. Yeah, I should talk with Craig before this went out of control.

Back to my uniform, I felt like I was Buns again. That uniform started representing a new personality I'd started to develop. It's weird to say this, but I felt more confident when I was wearing it. I know it should be the contrary, but it made me feel like it wasn't me there. That was Buns, not Chris. Not only that. Being naked was having the same effect on me too now that I got to get naked among them more often. I decided to believe that whatever I was doing with those guys wasn't actually me but Buns and once this was over, I'd be able to become Chris again.

I was a few steps from getting into the building where I'd have classes that afternoon when a hand took me by the waist and pushed me against the wall.

"What the..."

Juan kissed me again. It was getting out of control but it was so hard to resist him.

"Not here," I protested.

"Where?"

We were next to the door and I was afraid we are going too far. I understood people should watch us but not that many people. I took him by the hand and brought to a small corridor that was a little isolated from the rest of the building. As usual, he put his hand on my waist again and put his face close to my ear as he spoke into it. With his other hand, he pulled one of my legs up so it was easier for our bodies to connect in an embrace.

"You know we should be doing this out in the open. If we do it here, it won't mean much," he stated the obvious truth I wished to forget. "Why are we doing this after all?"

"People can still see us."

"Can they?"

Juan started eating my ear and I was going crazy. I've never been kissed like that. It wasn't just about a kiss. There was something else I couldn't grasp. I let out a soft moan as my body started shaking uncontrollably.

"They said I shouldn't kiss you but fuck your mouth with mine."

"Fuck, man," I could barely hear him.

My hands started combing the hair on the back of his head as I surrounded myself to his touch.

"Fuck," he stopped whatever he was doing to me and stepped back. Juan was looking at his crotch and the huge cock his shorts struggled to contain.

"What's wrong?" God knows how difficult it was to pretend I was still in control of my body. It was so hard to stay on my feet over there so I leaned against the wall.

"These fucking shorts. My balls hurt a lot," he complained, "it hurts even more when I'm kissing you."

"Really?" His dick and balls did look too big for those shorts. I could only imagine how bad it was to have big balls in such a tiny space.

"Yeah. Here," Juan took my hand and brought it to his crotch. I didn't let him though. "What?"

"Hey, no-sex rule, remember?"I was scared.

"There's no one watching. Besides, this is the only way I'll be able to show how much it hurts, right? C'mon, dude. I need you to feel how bad this is. No one else understands me. Please, it hurts a lot already and even more coz no one fucking cares. Yeah. Just a little bit. That's it. That's it. See?"

My right hand was rubbing his crotch lightly at first but he pulled harder and I grabbed it when my fingers closed around his balls.

"It's too tight for my balls, isn't it?" Juan asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you understand it?" He insisted.

"I do. Of course," I could feel his pain, honestly. I had my balls squeezed before (who haven't?) and I was aware of his pain. His situation was terrible since he not only had his balls constricted by his uniform, but he was wearing it for the whole day just like me. How terrible to walk around for hours being reminded of your aching balls.

Juan made sure to keep his hand on top of mine and while I still held his balls, he pressed his chest against mine once again, his forehead touching mine, our mouths so close.

"Will you do me a favour? Please?" He asked.

"What?"

From so close I could smell his warm mint breath that gently caressed the skin on my face. His puffy lips opened to let his tongue lick my mouth and nose as if I was a popsicle.

"Fuck," his embrace was so good. It was still wrong, but it felt good.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing," I didn't want to let him know how he made me feel.

"So, are you gonna help me?" He continued licking my face with his wet tongue. He was covering me in saliva.

"How?"

"Ask Craig and the guys to let me wear normal clothes again. Please, dude. It's the only way to help me and my balls."

"But what about me? I'll be the only one..."

His tongue travelled to my ear and, gosh, did it feel good. Eventually, the hand holding mine in place was gone but I didn't release the balls I was grabbing so tenderly.

"You're so much stronger than me, Buns. A lot stronger than any of us. You can do this but I can't. This is so unfair to me. Another day like this and I'll have to leave the team," he started licking my neck like a popsicle. His mouth was so close to my ear. His warm breath hit my wet neck and made me shiver gently. His voice was almost guttural, so low and seductive. "And they're gonna find another guy to replace me. And he won't be as good as I am. You like my kisses, right? You don't wanna lose them, right? What if the new guy smells bad? Or if he's an asshole? If his breath smells like yesterday's lunch? It can be so much worse."

"I... I..."

"Do this for me and my balls will be forever in debt with you. I promise. Please, Buns. Please. Please. Please," more kisses everywhere, "please, please, please, please, please..."

"Ok..." I mumbled.

"What? Ok? Did you say ok?" His voice recovered its normal pitch and now sounded radiant.

"Yeah, ok."

"Fuck!" He kissed me full on the lips. "I love you, man."

"You..."

"These guys have no limits," two dudes walking by saw us and made comments we could hear. They continued on their way but not before laughing out loud.

"Thanks, Buns. You've made your Banger so happy. You're the best. No, really, just the best!"

Juan stepped back and, with his perfect smile painted across his face, walked away before disappearing into the hallways maze that should take him to his classroom. I remembered I had classes myself and rushed not concerned my hardon was showing coz I knew it wasn't too big anyway.

The classroom was full when I walked in. Most of the students were women, which was unusual given our uni had a lot more men and girls. I took a quick look around till I found a spot that was a little isolated from the rest before sitting down. The teacher hadn't shown up yet so I remained quiet in my corner trying not to face anyone else afraid they'd feel like coming for a chat. It's weird how I avoided chicks now. I wanted to keep my distance as they'd become a threat to my dignity. I guessed guys understood me better coz we were all in the same boat. Women would never understand the hassles of hazing or why a straight guy like me would let other dudes do whatever they wanted with my body. Chicks couldn't understand rituals or the idea of domination/submission. Somehow, I felt like chicks were always making fun of me while men empathized with my hardship. Well, it would change back to normal eventually and that's what I tried to focus on when I thought about my sexuality. It was just a phase. This was Buns. Chris was something else I was saving in a box to let flourish when I had a team and friends to call mine.

This is why I didn't feel too surprised when a classmate asked if I was willing to be her friend coz, as she claimed, gays were the best friends girls could have. Geez, guys wouldn't judge me like that.

The class finished and a few girls found me at the classroom's corner trying not to be seen. Well, I wasn't invisible. I noticed some of them talking to each other while they stared at me which made me anxious. I used to love it when I saw them looking at me but now that's all I wanted to avoid. Afraid of their approach, I fled to the green area out of the building. I could only wonder what else they could want with me.

My small backpack was hanging low on my left shoulder when I decided to look for the badminton court. I've never been there so I had to check the campus map before finding my way. I still had enough time to see if I could get any info from the new gooey as Craig had asked me to.

By the way, what kind of sport is badminton? I had no idea whatsoever. Their court was like a shoebox which didn't differ much from ours but smaller. I heard noises of shoes sliding against the floor when I was getting there. The guys should be training. At the front door, I found an Asian dude working as the lookout.

"What do you want?" He asked me when I tried to walk by and enter the court.

"I gotta talk to someone?"

"No one can get in," he announced without looking at me.

"What's this? Everyone can get in and watch whatever we want..."

"Not here. Not now. Who are you?" He finally checked my face. "Do I know you?"

"I don't think so..."

"Yeah, course I do. You're the gooey guy," he started laughing. "What do you want? Are you spying or something?"

"Spying?" I think I was a spy indeed.

"Just joking. You can get in. There's nothing there you haven't seen already, I'm sure."

I couldn't help but notice this guy's crotch as he couldn't stop rubbing it like he had an unscratchable itch in his underwear. I could understand him though. Dudes with small cocks sometimes let the pubes grow to cover the tiny penises they are so afraid to show. I've done it before and if I could give him a piece of advice, I'd say it'd be better to just shave it all coz that's the only way we can create the illusion we ain't that little.

Inside the court, there was nothing I haven't seen before. The sport was like a shuttlecock with rackets. Two guys on each side and a bunch of other dudes sitting on benches probably waiting for their turns. I didn't know anything about badminton but I was feeling at home in there. I know this sounds like prejudice but I knew Asian dudes had micro dicks. I've read about it. I've seen it on the internet. And the court was filled with Asian men.

Something was telling me I should've joined them instead of the volleyball team until I saw the new gooey coming out from a narrow corridor that should lead to the toilet. He was wearing his uniform but no shorts. Only a tiny jockstrap that barely covered his cock. The cum on his body had dried by now. I heard the guys doubted that could be real cum but it was. Only cum dried like that. I was totally sure. I was an expert after all.

The guy I knew to be the leader of the pack, Park, found me and laughed. Suddenly, everyone was laughing at me until gooey crossed the court to talk to me.

"What do you want here?" He sounded upset.

"I... Could we talk?"

"Why?"

I looked at his crotch. His soft dick was bigger than mine and I haven't seen it. I just knew it. Why would a good-looking guy go through this hell? He didn't need to.

"It's just... I was curious, you know?"

Park yelled something and gooey turned around to check if he was talking to him. I found his name on the back of his uniform "Igor." He walked a step closer to me probably not to be heard.

"I need these guys. They're rich, with lots of influence. Who cares if I'm dressed like this or walking covered in cum. You did it first, right? Who're you to judge?"

"I ain't judging..." Well, I was but not like that. The point is I thought I deserved to be gooey but not him. He didn't need that with a dick a lot bigger than mine. Maybe his teammates needed that but not him. Ok, yes, I was judging everyone in the worst way possible.

"Is that all?"

"What's your limit?" That was the question that was forcing its way out of my mouth.

"I wouldn't do any fag shit like kissing other dudes in the mouth. And I think they wouldn't ask me to do that either anyway."

I received that like a punch in the stomach. Of course, he was talking about me. Everybody should know I was kissing Juan. Buns and Banger were becoming popular among dudes and chicks all over the campus. I had accepted that role.

"Now, fuck off, will you? Before you give these guys more ideas," he asked before going back to the bench with his `friends.' No, I wouldn't like to have them as teammates. Once I left their court, I felt such a relief. I could breathe again. Those guys had sucked in all the air around me. I could have problems with my teammates but they were way more welcoming than these ones.

I rushed to find my buds in our court – the place I belonged. I crossed the door that led to a dark hallway that connected the indoor court to the pathway outdoors and was welcomed by Juan who gave me another one of those knee-shacking kisses. There was no one watching us. There was no reason for kissing but I couldn't protest.

"I was waiting for you," he said.

"Oh..."

"Will you tell them to let me wear my normal clothes? Please, I can't play anything like this."

He made me look down at his crotch. His hard cock and balls compressed in such a small space. No one would be able to play anything wearing that uniform.

"Ok."

"Good. Come," Juan took me by the hand and we entered the court together like a couple.

Craig was talking with Damian and Drew when Juan left me there among them.

"Go on," Juan motioned his head to Craig. His puppy eyes, his hurting crotch... I didn't want to be the only one in that uniform but I couldn't let my friend suffer in vain. Moral embarrassment was one thing, but physical punishment wasn't fair.

"What's that?" Craig asked.

The three of them had their arms crossed which I've learned meant they weren't willing to listen. As a libero, I was way smaller than them so it wasn't easy to talk about anything that could piss them off. I understood how these rituals were important for the team so talking about them could upset these guys easily.

"It's Juan," I started.

"Yeah?" Craig was playing the role of captain. Not patient unless we were talking about volleyball.

"Can he get back to wearing his normal clothes? These are hurting him."

I spoke at once afraid I'd start stuttering and make this last a lot longer.

"That's unexpected," Drew laughed.

"Yeah. What's wrong with you?" Craig continued. "You were the one that was complaining about being the freshman."

"He's in pain," I looked at Juan who nodded.

"Well, we can do that. But you gotta say you accept you're the only freshman again and that Juan's become a senior to you. You're to talk and respect him as you would with any one of us. Are you ok with this?"

No, I wasn't. I didn't want to be back to zero after so many months as the team's bitch but I also couldn't ask Juan to go through so much pain because of my stupid wishes. I couldn't let him suffer just because I couldn't accept being a freshman again. I couldn't be so selfish. I looked at Juan one last time to find those puppy eyes begging me not to deny him this favour.

"Ok," I mumbled.

"Ok?" Craig asked.

"Yeah, ok."

"Good. But you're still Banger," he pointed at Juan, "and you're his senior but still the team's freshman. So, don't try anything funny. Now go to the lockers and get changed." Juan was so happy it made me happy too.

Bern approached our group after watching happy Juan running to the lockers.

"Did you talk to the new gooey?" Craig asked.

"Yeah. His name is Igor."

"What did you learn?" Craig asked not giving any attention to what I'd just said.

"Not much. They make him play in jockstraps. They left a guy watching the door. I guess to stop random people from seeing Igor playing in his jocks. Crazy, right?"

"Was he still covered in cum?" Bern asked.

"Yeah, but dried."

"Nasty," Damian said as if I hadn't done the same.

"Ok. Are you ready, Buns?" Craig asked.

"I think so," I answered. I was wearing my uniform already anyway.

"Warm-up and let's start."

The guys, including a few I didn't know very well but that had cummed on me before, were practising serving and blocking by the net. At one corner, I started warming up and stretching when Juan showed up back in his normal uniform but still wearing his leash like me.

He took me by the hair and kissed me again. His hands held my head still while his tongue fucked my mouth leaving me no option but sucking it and swallowing his warm saliva.

"Thanks, Buns. You saved my life. Our life," Juan put my hand on his hard dick. I withdrew quickly. I didn't want the other to see that. From what Zac told me, I couldn't do that while the rule was in place. At least, the coach wasn't around. This was one of the days we'd train without Lane's supervision which could happen once or twice a week as he had to train other teams too.

"It's ok."

We played hard that day. Practise was great but I could finally understand Juan's struggle with those shorts stopping me from moving, dodging or squatting as I should. I complained. A lot! After an hour or so and another miss, Craig spoke up:

"What now, Buns?"

"These shorts... It's not working. The top too. I can't move in this," I complained expecting them to be reasonable and suggest I should wear my normal uniform for training.

"That's a problem. I can't let you wear anything else," Craig whipped the sweat out of his forehead. We were all soaked.

"I don't know then," I knew they wouldn't give me any choice.

It was weird to talk like this. As soon as we stopped practising, the other guys didn't say a word so I could listen to my voice echoing inside the court. It was intimidating coz we were talking about something personal: my dressing code.

"Why he doesn't try it without the uniform?" Bern suggested to Craig.

"What you mean?" I was shocked.

"We can give it a try," Craig announced. "Buns, take off your tee and the shorts. Play in your undies."

"I can't do that!"

"Raul!" He called a guy who's cummed in my mouth a dozen times before and I didn't know the name. "Stay at the door while we finish this, ok? Don't let anyone we don't know in."

"Ok!" Raul rushed out leaving me without many options. What could I say now?

"I'm not wearing undies, you know that." I pleaded.

"You can wear one now for this. Go and grab one," Craig insisted.

"I don't... have any..."

"Why you don't have any undies?" Craig was speaking loud and his voice echoed a lot stronger than mine.

"Bern..." I was afraid I'd say something I'd regret.

"I told him he doesn't need undies. I threw them away," Bern spoke.

"Why?" Craig and Juan asked.

"Coz he doesn't need'em. And I don't see the issue here. He just needs to play naked." Bern sounded so reasonable. "Besides, he needs to learn how to be naked among us anyway. Remember," he turned to me, "your dick is the team's issue, remember? Let us help you."

"No way!" I protested.

"Why not? It's only us guys here. We've seen you naked before and, as Bern said, you need to get over these issues to become a better teammate," Craig argued.

"You got a great body," Juan smiled.

"Yeah, c'mon, boy," Bern approached me from behind. He put his hand on my waist and I reacted by stepping forward. He followed me and now left his hands on my waist. "Let's just give it a try? Five minutes? If it doesn't work or if you still can't play you can wear it again," his fingers hooked on my t-shirt and he took it off. "Everyone's seen you naked already. No big deal," now his fingers hooked on my shorts and he pulled them down before helping my feet out of them.

"Ok, let's try again," Craig yelled to everyone. In fact, it seemed like no one cared for my nudity in the court. It was as if I was still in my uniform.

I didn't have much time to hide my penis with my hands as the ball came in my direction and I had to receive it. I did my job right and after a few minutes, I myself had forgotten my lack of clothes. There I was playing with nothing but my white socks and shoes.

Things didn't seem to change except when we scored points. At these moments, we'd group hug and hands patted my naked butt. Not only that. Hands started grabbing my ass and, sometimes, fingers ran deep into my crack. I tried to find who was doing that but the guys acted as nothing had happened.

"Hey!" I spoke out once I felt a finger touching my asshole.

"What?" Bern looked at me.

"That finger..."

"What are you talking about?"

And the ball was at me already not leaving me time to complain. I'd need to talk about this when I had the chance.

"Now we can win this," Damian winked.

"Yeah, now we got our libero back," Craig winked at me too.

In a situation where the guys were changing positions, Juan approached me and spoke into my ear:

"Fuck, I could kiss you right now. You look so hot." And he patted my butt.

"Hey!"

Another smile.

It went on like this for the whole session. Scores, hands on my butt, eventually in my crack, smiles and winks over here and there.

When we were done we went for another group hug and somehow I ended up in the middle. The hands were all over me but not for too long. I still didn't know who was the owner of the hand that insisted on getting into my crack so I didn't know who to talk to.

As the guys moved to the showers, I looked for my clothes but couldn't find them.

"What?" Juan came to me as I looked around.

"My clothes."

"I think they're in the lockers. Someone took them away."

"Damn it!"

For some reason, I used my hands to hide my cock again. It was natural to me.

"You shouldn't be shy. You got such a great body. No, seriously. I haven't seen a body like yours anywhere else. You're right and perfect at every spot."

I should be blushing. I wasn't used to so many flattering adjectives.

"Thanks."

Juan put his arm on my waist and we walked to the showers like this. I shouldn't accept his approach coz it wasn't right to have a guy so close to me, but I felt safer with him by my side than walking by myself mainly now I was naked while the guys were all dressed up.

"There are those fake tattoos, you know..." Bern and Craig were talking when I walked into the locker room with Juan. Bern stopped to watch me.

"What?" I was always lost.

"We're talking about how to get you on your new uniform if you ain't wearing anything," Bern explained.

"Beg your pardon?"

"You may not wear your clothes anymore but you still need your name and number on your back..."

"I won't be playing naked forever," these guys couldn't be serious.

"Told you," Damian spoke from across the room while he undressed.

"Of course, not," Craig spoke to me. "In competitions, you wear your normal uniform. When you're out, the tiny one. And when we're practising, you're like this. We've tried it today, and it worked a lot. I'm sure Lane wouldn't care..."

"But I care!" Why couldn't they listen to me?

"It's ok, Buns," Juan murmured in my ear.

"Fuck. What's wrong with you too?"

"Hey. Calm down," Craig spoke softly, "sit over there and breath slowly before you say anything you're gonna regret, ok?"

"Damn it."

The locker room was small compared to those from stadiums or gyms. Three lines of lockers ended in the shower room. There were benches in between the locker lines and by the walls too. I sat at the corner across the showers. I was getting used to corners after all. They were a lot more welcoming as I could hide and suppress my anxiety and frustrations. I heard the guys talking while they showered and I ended grateful Craig had grounded me. At least, I didn't need to see them naked too.

"Are you better now?" Bern asked while he dried his body with a white towel.

"Yeah."

Craig started understanding my behaviour and how to handle me. Instead of arguing and having me talking like a crazy bastard, he realized it'd be easier to ask me to leave and return once I had calmed down. I've never seen anyone dealing with me this way, but Craig did it well. He knew he had succeeded and that's when he came and sat by my side. Now we were both naked.

"We're doing this to help you, Buns."

"I can't see how..."

"You can't see how? Buns, a week ago you couldn't shower with us coz you were afraid we'd see your tiny dick. You couldn't bond with us coz you were so insecure. Look at you now. You are sitting here with us naked and you're not even thinking about it. That's a huge step for you and us too as a team. Can't you see it? You're becoming one of us!"

I shouldn't but I was proud of myself. I couldn't see my success. This was indeed a huge step towards my dream. One day I'd be able to become one of these guys. Be popular, have friends and girlfriends.

"You can only do this coz you allow yourself to be naked among us. It doesn't bother you anymore," he continued.

"Do you think so?"

"Course I do, Buns. That's why I want this to be your new uniform when we're practising."

"But Igor was allowed to wear his tees and straps," I still thought this was about the badminton's hazing and how we wanted to be better than them.

"Who cares about them? We're only doing this to help you, Buns. Do you understand that?"

"But you were touching my ass..."

"When?" He looked upset. I was accusing them.

"In the court..."

"We were patting bums as we always do. That's what teammates do. If you don't like it we don't touch you anymore. You don't even need to hug as anymore."

"No. Please, no. Never mind. I was overreacting."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hear you complaining about us touching your ass and then having Lane accusing me of breaking the rule."

"No. I'm sure. I won't say another word."

I was terrified they'd start treating me like a strange. After so long, I couldn't accept that. I needed their friendship and to hold the status I'd achieved whatever that was.

"I want you to be our Buns coz you want it. Not because we're forcing you to," he stated.

"Yeah... No, I want you to. I'm Buns. It's ok. I like it."

"Are you sure?" It was becoming normal for Craig to ask whether I was sure about something.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"That's why we're gonna need to tattoo your back with your number and name. Just Buns and the number 7. It's a fake tattoo and it will fade with time but we can do it again when it happens. Can you do that for the team?"

"Yeah..." I faked a smile and received a hug.

"Good boy. You're the best, Buns," then his smiley face turned into a serious countenance, "but it's not nice you couldn't join us in the showers again."

"But you asked me not to..."

"Just because you had to make a scene first. You were about to piss me off again and, seriously, I couldn't take your whining anymore. I'm glad you calmed down and talked to me like an adult, but you almost didn't."

One thing I should take for granted: nothing I did was enough for these guys. Afraid of saying anything that could piss him off, I remained quiet.

"Do you know what our theory is? You may be a man, but you're afraid of mingling with men. You keep saying you can't do it coz you gotta small thing over there," he pointed to my crotch, "and it makes you afraid of this," he groped his fat swollen cock.

"I'm not!" I wanted to say I've had a great time with Zac's and Will's dicks but of course, I couldn't go that far, unfortunately. I was left without proof of my claim.

"You can't see it, but you are! You're afraid of what we are here to. I mean, I'm sure you think we, as a team, shouldn't be concerned about your private parts. That we ain't entitled to invade your privacy like this. I can see that. Well, it's true, we didn't need to, but we want to bring to the surface the best part of yourself. As the captain, I believe we got to be very intimate and learn all we can about each other so we can act not only as a team but as one when we're playing. An organic one that knows what to do even without saying a word, you know? We're so connected it feels like we are all the same sharing one single body."

"I understand that..." I was aware of his intentions and I thought it was great to have such a great aspiration too. I just couldn't grasp the extension of my submission to achieve that.

"I told you this once, but I don't think you'll be able to understand anything while we have this rule in place, Buns. I'm not saying you should ask to have it lifted but try to be one of us. Don't be shy when we're here. We may see you naked but you won't be able to. This is the place where we can all be together for real and you gotta stop avoiding this moment. Do you understand this?"

"Yeah..." I hated being scolded. I understood his rationale and I was willing to do more for the team as long as I could become one of them. "It's just sometimes hard to see how."

"It's not that hard. Wanna see?" He yelled then at the guys, "Banger, come over here?"

Juan came to us at once. Naked. Water dripping from his wet body.

"Yeah, cap."

"Sit by his side," Craig ordered and Juan sat on my right side.

Craig made me face Juan while he stood on my left side, his swollen dick not far from my left cheek, his right hand on the back of my head.

"Show him your tongue, Banger."

I knew Juan's tongue very well but I haven't seen it before. The situation was awkward but Juan seemed quite comfortable.

"You wanna show you're ok with us? Suck his tongue, Buns."

"What for?" I hesitated. I could kiss him but this wasn't the same.

"Let's say people are not so impressed about the two of you kissing anymore. It'd be nice to shock people rather than just showing off your kissing skills. Would you do that, Buns?" Craig was testing me.

"Why me?" I asked shyly. I've been given this answer before but it didn't make me feel any better. Yes, I was one of the newest members of the team and deserved some sort of initiation ritual. Yes, I wasn't the only one going through something like this and now I met Igor who was facing a hazing way worse than mine. So, maybe, the question wasn't addressed to Craig after all. Maybe this was a question of this ordinary man toward a superior being that had deserted me. Who's never asked something like that when disturbed?

"Because you're the first one in this team that's willing to do everything for us. Your limits or the lack of them amaze me. The level of your commitment is something I've never seen before."

"I don't know if that's good..."

"C'mon! Really?" Craig laughed as if what I'd said was absurd.

"Really! I could show my commitment by training harder than everyone else. I don't know. Anything except sucking his tongue. I'm not crazy, right? There's just no connection," Juan was grinning at me probably happy to oblige. I wondered why he'd decided to be such an enthusiast of Craig's plans. He didn't seem so content when he was told about his new duties as my `lover.'

"We went through this before, Buns..."

"Yeah, but..."

"Listen. There's something more important than being good at volleyball or any other sport as a matter of fact. Yeah, you need to be good or you won't make it into the team but if you can't be one of us it's a talent wasted..."

"Then make everyone else be part of this," I interrupted him as he'd interrupted me before.

"How do you want me to do that? Do you expect all of us to go out to kiss each other at the cafeteria? Like a statement? A collective kiss for a cause? What do you think this is about, Buns? I'm not asking you to suck Banger's tongue for fun. This has a purpose. We are hazing you. I'm not pretending this ain't hazing. From the beginning, you know why we're doing this to you. I'm not forcing you to do anything. Juan came into the team and he was being hazed too, but you asked me to stop it. Yeah, the focus is back to you now and if there's someone new in the team it will change again unless you ask to assume his hazing."

It was true. I'd asked Craig to stop bothering Juan. He was being hazed just like me until I asked our captain to leave him alone.

"This is why I'm saying you amaze me," Craig continued. "You can feel our pain. You felt Banger's. I've got a lot of confidence that you'll be the best libero we've ever had because you have this gift. You're this team's slut and that's the best compliment you're gonna hear from me. You gotta have balls to be a slut."

"I don't know, man. It sounds weird. You have to admit it's weird," I was trying to save the last bits of my fading dignity.

"That's because you're worried about the word slut. Stop thinking it's a bad word, ok? It just means you're giving all you have to us without asking anything in return. That's what makes you so special. You're our slut. Our bitch. That's why you're gonna suck Banger's tongue. You want to be our little whore. That's how you feel special. If you don't do it you're nothing. You're just another one on this campus. Since I saw you for the first time, I knew you were different from the rest. There's a lot of subs out there but only a few are real whores like you."

Was he praising me? It didn't sound like it but I was happy with it. Maybe because I wasn't anyone's whore but the team's slut. It meant I put the team before everything else. I was an important key to the team and they depended on me. I had a purpose. My existence had a meaning for them. I was being recognized which was something I wanted more than anything else in my life.

After our dialogue, Craig placed his hand on the back of my head again and did the same with Juan.

"Show him your tongue, Banger."

Juan obeyed. That grin still on his face.

"Ok, Buns. This will be fun."

Craig's cock was still soft a few inches from my face. Juan's dick wasn't far either. I had dicks everywhere around me at it made me feel like I belonged there with them. My team.

My face was being forced onto Juan's waiting tongue. I had to choose what I'd do next. I opened my mouth and let it in. Craig changed his grip on my head and now he held me by the hair so he could use move me back and forth like a rag doll. I liked Juan's tongue. His smooth face. I was at home with him.

On my side, I noticed Craig's dick enlarging and getting to half-mast. He should be enjoying the show.

"For the team, Buns," Craig cheered me up as I tried to find his eyes while Juan's head and mine intertwined in a mix of breath vapours and warm saliva.

I still couldn't understand what this had to do with volleyball. Craig's explained and sometimes it sounded right, but whenever I thought about it again I got myself struggling to grasp the meaning of my submission to these guys. I guess that, in the end, there wasn't an explanation after all. It was just me trying to be part of that team. To be one of those guys. To submit to other men and enjoy my submissive nature. Yes, I was submissive. Yes, Lee and Craig had said that to me but no, I still couldn't see the implications it had in my life and relationships.

After considering my situation, I ended up focusing on the tongue that penetrated my mouth. Juan didn't make it stiff and hard. He was licking my teeth and tongue while my lips held it tight while my head bobbed back and forth onto his face. I had my eyes closed for the first minutes and when I opened them, I saw the look of a predator staring back at me. The grin was still there which meant he was having fun but it also showed he was superior. I was his senior but he was superior. He was younger but superior. And I got all of that from looking him in the eyes.

The idea of submissiveness and domination can't be complicated. It isn't a real dom/sub relationship if you need to explain it. True domination only happens when you can feel it in the air. It touches your skin like a breath on the back of the neck. Domination can't be understood. This is where domination differs from the idea of sex slaves too. Slavery comes with the idea of a consented surrender where the slave has no will on any matter. A submissive guy still has a will but it's aligned with his dom's needs. This is an important distinction because if we still have will we are still aware of our position. Every day we wake up and need to deal with the idea that we're submissive. Deal with the inconvenient truth that we are men like the alphas but we're inferior to them regardless of our actions. We can be the most muscular men alive but we'd give ourselves in without thinking twice if a smaller dominating guy senses our nature. We're aware of the moment we let them take us and do with us whatever they want.

It seems like the process would be a lot easier if I could only forget about myself and let them take me as they wished. Yes, of course, it would. But the numbness brought by slavery also takes away the pleasure of surrender. It's a constant battle that drags our spirit deep into the abyss of shame but that also takes us to the top of orgasmic explosions that comes from the feeling of a conjecture with our doms. A man without will can't feel this. You need it in place and fighting back to sense that singular moment when it aligns to the need of your dom. Yes, it's painful but uniquely rewarding.

My state of mind was struggling as usual. That environment forced my instincts to fight my submissive will. Being aware of your situation can be extremely hard. I was sucking another dude's tongue and this was only the start.

"That's it," Craig pulled my head by the hair. His dick was hard now angrily staring at me. "Banger, show him your armpit."

I didn't understand the reason for this. Juan had perfectly trimmed armpit hair as if it was meant to be presented to me.

"Ok, Buns. Now you're gonna lick Banger's armpit," Craig announced.

"What? Why? Who'd do that?" I've never heard anything like this. Lick armpits?

See? That's the problem of being aware. We think too much. When a submissive guy accepts his nature, he's gonna ask fewer questions or show little resistance, but inside his mind is struggling and fighting his acts. I wasn't that kind of person though.

"I'll be honest with you," Craig started. "I'd rather have you sucking his dick. But the rule doesn't let us do that."

I looked down to find Juan's cock also hard and leaking pre that connected his dick head to the bench as a single string of translucid juice. It was bigger than Zac's and a little thicker too. Craig's a lot thicker. Could I throat these cocks? No, I had to stop thinking that.

"So, without the rule, I'd be sucking your cocks?" I asked just to make sure of my fate if I were to lift the rule.

"I don't know. Would you like to suck our cocks, Buns?"

"No."

"So, maybe you wouldn't. Well, without the rule we'd be able to negotiate at least. I can't let you suck my cock now even if I agree to that. Have you sucked cock already, Buns? Or maybe cocks in the plural?"

Fuck, could he know?

"Course not."

"I don't know if I believe you, Buns. You can tell a cocksucker by the way he looks at a cock. You didn't look like a cocksucker when you were receiving your showers but now... I don't know. Something's changed."

"I'm no cocksucker," I was a terrible liar.

"Aren't you? Well, if you ain't a cocksucker then you have to lick Banger's armpit. If you are a cocksucker though you suck his cock. I won't be angry if you've lied to me. It's alright. But you gotta choose now what you are, Buns."

I rushed to kiss Juan's armpit afraid of what Craig would do if he realized I had sucked Zac's and Will's cocks. What would he do? I had no clue. I'd been warned that sucking dick while the rule was standing was a terrible idea. I just hadn't been told about the consequences. But what if he knew about my misdeed already?

Juan moaned.

"Well, I think I was wrong. You ain't a cocksucker," Craig put his hand on the back of my head again and forced my mouth onto my bud's armpit.

His armpit was clean and smelled nice. Freshly washed, I had no problems feeling at home when my kiss turned into licking. Craig pulled my head up and then down onto the armpit which forced me to lick it from ribs to biceps. Now and then, Craig would press my head against Juan's skin as if I could merge into his body. In one of these instances, I sucked his armpit. The idea here wasn't too different from the moment I sucked Craig's toes. As soon as I overcame my initial disgust, the process has become simple and almost automatic.

"Damn, this is good," Juan was still moaning.

"Is it? I'm glad you enjoy it coz I think Buns can do that a lot more from now on," Craig instructed. "Let's say Buns start licking your armpit or sucking your toes when you're having a picnic out in the park? Isn't that a good idea?"

"Wow, that'd be great," Juan's body shivered from excitement I guess.

I didn't think this was a good idea at all, but I wasn't in the right position to challenge Craig's will. I could argue later. What concerned me the most was his punishment if he realized I was lying to him. I sucked on Juan's armpit as I struggled to keep Craig entertained and don't give him reasons to hurt me in any way.

"If you haven't sucked cock, Buns, have you touched dicks? I know dicks have touched you, but have you held one in your hands? Or maybe two?" Craig asked.

Fuck, it's obvious he knew what I've been doing. If I were to bet I'd say Will told him and god knows who else. I wasn't licking Juan's armpit to be a submissive slut for the team anymore. I was doing it to keep Craig from punishing me for my misdoing. I had fucked up in the worst way possible. I was to be judged for sucking cock without telling him to lift that stupid rule first. Damn, I didn't even want to suck dick to start with. I had done it just to prove to myself I could throat a cock like a pro and what for? My fucking pride. I was so stupid!

"No. I haven't. I swear..." I shouldn't have said I swore coz I only did it when I was lying. I knew that and everyone probably did too. I just couldn't stop making promises when I felt pressured.

"Yeah, I believe you," Craig moved one step closer and started painting the Monalisa on my right cheek with his cock. I was panicking while my tongue worked on Juan's armpit. I wish I could protest but I couldn't. I was in his hands. "But you don't mind if I do this to you, right? Will has done this before, I heard. In the classroom, right?"

He was talking about Will. Now I had no doubt he knew about me sucking Will's and Zac's dicks.

"And it's not like my cock is in your mouth. There's no rule about dick on the cheek."

The cock rubbing and spreading pre on my cheek moved to my forehead, my ear, neck and eventually the rubbing turned into light slaps that echoed across the room. No, they weren't that light after all.

As I continued licking Juan's armpit I found his hard dick when I looked down. He was jerking off avidly. I've touched it. I had forgotten it but his cock was in my hand through his shorts. What if Juan was the one to tell Craig? What if all of them did?

"Do you mind if I do this to you?" Craig referred to his dick on my skin.

"No," I lied. I'd say whatever just to keep him happy. I was certain he was just waiting for an opportunity to throw the truth on my face.

Craig started jerking off like Juan while his cock leaked prefuck on my face, neck and shoulder. Juan didn't want to be out of the game and with his right hand he'd scoop his pre and spread it on the other side of my face.

"Feed him your pre," Craig told Juan who quickly showed me his coated fingers.

Craig was testing me. He knew I couldn't deny him anything so he pushed my limits. I sighed and accepted Juan's fingers in my mouth but it wasn't enough.

"Suck those fingers, Buns. You may not be a cocksucker but I'm sure you wouldn't mind sucking fingers, right?"

Juan was the youngest among my teammates. He was a freshman too so I haven't tasted his cum but I gotta say his pre tasted amazing. I should be having illusions. I'm not sure. Or maybe it was the way Juan treated me always kind and gentle contrasted with Craig's assertiveness that made me like his pre so much. His fingers penetrated my mouth in such a respectful but still masculine and dominating way. Once his fingers left my mouth my head followed his hand to have it back in which made them laugh. Juan coated his fingers with more pre and fed me again.

"I guess you like pre too, right, Buns?" Craig wasn't wrong. Yeah, it did taste good. But it didn't mean I wanted to swallow it.

Craig had stopped stroking his cock and let it oozing pre on my body.

"Such a waste," Juan spoke.

"I know, right? I hope there was something I could do about it," Craig grinned at me.

I felt like time had stopped for a while. I had Juan's fingers in my mouth while he looked at Craig.

"You know what?" Juan was confident. From the moment he became my superior, his behaviour had changed. And with this new attitude that suited him well, his fingers touched Craig's dick. The very tip of his cock where the pre oozed in a long stream that connected to my shoulder. "Fuck that rule. I'm lifting it."

Craig didn't look surprised. I expected something else to happen. Juan was touching his dick and he had just lifted the rule which meant anyone could do whatever to him.

Juan brought his finger coated with Craig's pre to my mouth and forced its way in. Craig was entertained by the way our show was developing.

"Yeah, you know what? I'm lifting this fucking rule too. I trust you guys enough. I don't need this shit. We're family after all. Right, guys?"

Bern, Damian, Drew and guys from the other team who played against us were on the other side watching us. They were stroking their cocks and laughing like this was fun. Well, maybe it was entertaining to them but not to me.

"Yeah, fuck that stupid rule," Bern spoke and the others followed him.

"Tell you what, Buns," Craig turned back to me. I expected him to force me to follow my mates' example and lift the rule too. I wasn't ready for that. "When I see you, I imagine a sweet bun with a nice white topping made of icing sugar. It ain't right to see you dry like this."

Suddenly, the room echoed the sounds of avid hands stroking cocks. At least a dozen hands were working dicks at different paces when I felt Craig's jizz hitting me on the head. Juan quickly stood in front of me to spurt five jets of creamy cum on my forehead and hair.

"On your knees, Buns," Craig ordered.

"But you said... I didn't need to do this anymore..."

"Yeah, that's until I realized you were being a bad boy. On your knees now."

I screwed up. I was such a fucking loser. The only way to get these guys' respect back was by taking their loads on my body again. I deserved it for being a terrible liar.

One by one, each of my teammates walked to me and unloaded on my face and body. I couldn't look at them.

"Heads up for the cum, Buns," Craig instructed. I obeyed but kept my eyes shut. I was too embarrassed to watch them.

I could only hear those same noises of hands stroking wet dick. Some were closer to me, which made them a lot clearer than others. I could also hear the guys walking around and talking to each other. Small sentences that I couldn't understand. The sound travelled and echoed before hitting my ears. I had prepared to receive their cum but every time a jet hit my face, I'd react by moving my face to the side to avoid taking it in my closed eyes or lips.

"No, Buns," Craig's voice was dominating but a lot more intimidating as it also echoed in the room now that everyone was quiet and the showers were off. "Take it on the face."

Some guys would clean the cum out of their dicks on my skin. It was becoming normal to have dicks brushing against my head and body too. I didn't know who was doing that though but maybe they all were.

"Ok," Craig announced and I opened my eyes. "I guess you ain't only Buns anymore, now you're Iced Buns. New rules for the rules-guy. Sugar is mandatory from now on coz there's no iced buns without icing. Take it from whoever you want. If you can't find one of us, take it from your classmates, from the soccer team, or baseball, or even your teachers, I don't care. You can take a shower with water but make sure you get your sugar coating straightaway after that. If I see you clean, you're out of this team. Well, unless you take the cum into your body. Yeah, you're either receiving your sugar as a topping or as a filling. Your choice."

I was being such a terrible mate. I had lied to them and I couldn't even be one of them now that I was the only one protected by the no-sex rule. I'd never be one of them, unless...

"I'm sorry," I spoke from my knees. The other guys started dressing up, including Juan, which left me and Craig alone at the locker's corner. "I... I was just curious. I swear. I thought I could trust Zac and Will. I was confused, ok? He said he wouldn't tell anyone if I decided to suck him. It would be just among us..."

"Do what?" Craig asked perplexed.

"To... Hm?" I was lost.

Craig's face was quite close to mine now. Dangerously close.

"Did you say suck their cocks?"

"Yeah, you said I was being a liar..."

"Yeah, coz Bern asked you to get rid of your undies and still we found one in your locker."

A bomb had just dropped on me.

"I want to lift the rule," I spoke quickly without thinking about it at all.

"Do what?"

"Lift the rule," I begged believing this was my only hope out of the mess I put myself in.

"Which rule?"

"The no-sex rule. I wanna lift it. Cancel it. I don't need it," I said emphatically. "I wanna be one of you. Just like you."

Craig grinned at me.

"Are you sure?"

Of course, I wasn't sure. I looked around as if any of the other guys could give me an idea of what to say next and get myself out of that dreadful situation but what could I expect from them? No one laughed though. Actually, as I think of it, no one said a word. The whole place went silent while Craig's grin faded to be replaced by a thoughtful expression. He opened his mouth twice but still didn't say a word. He looked at the other guys and, one by one, they moved away back into the shower room to clean their cocks as I remained there on my knees. Craig walked a few steps before turning his face back to me:

"You can have a shower if you want, Buns. But the icing part stands."

"Thanks," I answered unable to look him in the eyes. I was afraid he'd say something else. Something that would break those rules for good and turn me into their bitch but no. As I watched Craig's voluptuous ass moving away as he reached the other guys, I realised they didn't look desperate to use me. On the contrary, for a moment, it was as if I wasn't even there.

I've never noticed the cracks on the floor tiles like I did that day. Eleven cracks. The guys dried up quietly, put on their clothes and walked out. All of them except for Juan who I recognised for his black shorts.

"Juan, stay."

He stopped moving and came to me. When his legs were about two feet away from me, I looked him in the eyes. He was smiling as usual. It'd kill me to see him angry or disappointed after my wrongdoing. His dark eyes weren't judging me. He empathised with me somehow.

"What?" He placed his hands on his waist and winked as he tried to cheer me up I guess.

"I need your... I need you to... I'll take a shower and I need your..."

"My?"

"Cum."

"Nice. I can join you," he took off his T-shirt once again for his third shower within thirty minutes. "Then we can practice some more kissing. Would you like that?"

I stood up and cum ran down my body as if I was stepping out of a bathtub. My legs were shaking and my feet almost failed me after being on my knees for so long.

"Sure," I couldn't say anything else. I found a clean towel inside a big basket on the bench and then saw Juan naked with a hardon, hands back to the waist, and questioning eyes.

"What?" It was my turn to ask but I already knew his question.

"Did you really suck Zac's cock? And Will's?"

There was no point denying it, but it was hard to admit such a thing.

"Yeah," I turned around and entered the showering space. Juan followed suit and stood by my side on the shower next to mine.

"Did you like it? I mean, do you like sucking dick? How's it like?"

I could feel his heartbeats from the way his voice became husky and almost faded into a whisper. That was the voice of lust. The same timbre porn actors used before announcing an orgasm. Somehow, I could feel it in my ear. The warmth of his breath touching my skin and giving me shivers.

"I'd rather not do that..."

"Yeah, but that wasn't my question. You can be honest with me."

What kind of relationship did I have with Juan? I wasn't sure. I barely knew him and we've shared more kisses in the last few days than many couples would in months.

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"You don't know?"

"Yeah... it's weird. It's another dude. It's a dick. There's nothing about it that I like. I'm being honest. I don't like cock. But still..."

"What?" That same horny timbre surged once again.

"There's the challenge. Sucking dick isn't easy or maybe I'm just not good at it, but the challenge is thrilling. I imagine doing oral in girls must be challenging as well. You know, to bring a chick to orgasm with your mouth must be hard. But a cock offers a different challenge. It's not only about technique but also about a physical ability to lodge a dick in your throat. Fuck, that's hard. And, in exchange..."

Juan was still there. His right hand was touching his leaking dick and spreading the pre around the head.

"And in exchange, you make a guy cum. His pleasure is your reward," he spoke on my behalf as if reading my mind. He verbalised something I'd rather keep a secret.

"Kinda, yeah."

I turned on the shower and faced the tiles in front of me.

"Do you like me?" I heard as the water splashed on my chest. I found him looking at me as if that was the first time we exchanged words.

"What are you talking about?"

For a brief moment, I was afraid Juan was indeed gay and was falling for me. I've never been proposed before and didn't want my first time to be with a man. Much less with a friend. I instantly turned my face back to analyse the curvature of a crack on another tile.

"Would you say these things to anyone else? Would you tell the other guys in the team that you enjoy sucking cock."

"I didn't say that," or maybe I did. I wasn't so sure anymore.

"Would you?" he insisted.

"No! Of course not."

"So, why did you tell me?"

That was a question I didn't have a quick answer to. I searched for anything to say among a mass of messy thoughts but nothing seemed reasonable.

"Why?" He pushed me further and I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Coz I trust you."

"And why do you trust me? We barely know each other."

That was so terribly true. I had no idea who Juan was. His story, his past, his goals, his background, nothing. We didn't share anything in the past besides...

"I don't know, I just do," I hoped he would leave me alone after that, but he didn't stop.

"Do you trust me because of my kisses?"

Why was Juan so pushy? He wasn't like that. Well, he's never been like that to me. Maybe he was like that and I just didn't know it.

"Is that it?" He stepped closer to me when his hard cock touched my leg. That same cock he made me touch through his clothes before. The cock that I've been teasing with my kisses. Instinctively, I thought I owned that hardon. He was hard because of my presence. It was mine. No, I shouldn't think like that. This was past me now.

"It's because I don't want to be alone here," I couldn't be more honest. This answer came from my heart. "I can't see myself by myself with no one to talk to. No friends. That guy from the badminton team. His life is miserable. He's nothing but a playtoy to his mates. But here is different. I know a lot of the things we do here are wrong, but I feel like I'm part of the team regardless. I'm not sure, but something tells me you care for me. I feel like I belong."

"Do you know why you feel I care about you?"

"Hm?"

Juan didn't wait for a second longer before closing the gap that separated our bodies, pulling my head by the hair and kissing my mouth ferociously. He bent me backwards into what seemed like an X-rated version of an iconic bride-groom kiss. Without a single word, but among moans we couldn't control, he broke the kiss to push me against the wall and resume the kissing but not without making sure to hump my belly with his cock. His tongue penetrated my mouth and it almost choked me as it went deep towards my throat. I'd dare to say he wasn't kissing me but expressing his sexual frustration with his tongue and mouth.

"I like you, Buns," he whispered in my ear. " I really like you. You're teaching me things I didn't know about myself."

My sensitive ear touched by his warm breath gave my cock the sign it needed to start hardening. Part of me didn't want this to happen, but I knew it was just a matter of time. Juan was also teaching me things I had no clue about myself.

While holding my head with his both hands, he stared me in the eyes.

"I didn't know I liked to dominate a bitch like I like dominating you. My bitch."

This wasn't the Juan I knew speaking. That Juan had been taken over his most primal instincts and pure lust that I could feel from the touch of his skin and his hardon now fighting mine.

Still, without uttering a word, he turned me around and started tonguing my ear which by now he knew was my weak spot. From my ear, he moved to my neck and the kissing turned into soft biting.

He was getting better at kissing or I was getting weaker and unable to control myself when kissed by him. So weak, it took me a few seconds to realize he got his boner in my crack. I fooled myself imagining it wasn't going to last since I didn't want to sever our connection, but the touch of his member turned into a light hump that woke me.

"No, Juan. Stop."

"What? It's just as it is meant to be. The banger in the buns."

"Stop!"

I pushed the wall and the weight of my body sent him a few steps back. I turned around to find Juan taken by lust. I felt like a prey facing its predator until his countenance changed. He stopped bitting his lips to flash me a smile.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened to me," he stopped wanking and turned around. He was leaving.

"No. Don't go," I felt like my voice was betraying me. I should have let him go, but this decision wasn't mine to take. "I need your cum."

Somehow, it was more honourable to ask him for his cum than to beg him for another kiss.

He faced me again while I feared he would deny it to me. I couldn't think of a greater humiliation than, as a straight man, asking another dude for a facial and having my wish denied.

"Craig would get me out of the team. You know him," I continued trying to explain the unexplainable. Or maybe just trying to give me a reason not to feel embarrassed for what I was asking from him.

In the end, I earned his hardon. That was mine.

"Knees?" He asked with a now even wider smile.

"Sorry?"

"Do you want it on your knees? Or maybe you'd rather lie on the bench. Whatever you want."

"Knees is fine," I tried to smile back in a friendly way. I was happy he didn't let me down.

"I see. Old habits, eh?" I walked to him but before I could kneel he stopped me. "Isn't it better if you dry first? You'll get the cum mixing up with the water and it will just run down. Besides, you better put on your clothes first, right?"

"Yeah, right, right," I don't know if I'd forgotten how to receive facials or if I was still unable to focus after Juan's breathtaking kiss. I turned my body a few times, first to turn off my shower and then to do the same with his and only then I walked away to pick up a clean towel.

"You got a towel here," Juan reminded me.

"Fuck. True," I got it from his hands and went to my locker. I dried up and unconsciously looked for my underwear just to remember I wasn't allowed to wear them anymore. I found my uniform on the corner unfolded which reminded me I wasn't the one who put it there. For a moment, I'd forgotten I played my last match naked. I was blushing with the memories. I quickly dressed up still paying attention to how far that fabric could stretch afraid it would break if I wasn't careful enough.

"What's taking you so long?" I heard Juan calling me from the showers. "I'm going soft over here."

The room went silent as soon as he said these last words. It's funny coz the momentary silence made his statement about going soft loop into my mind. That guy who I barely knew was talking about going soft and I should feel responsible for his state. The whole thing was beyond surreal for a guy like me. All I wanted was to be part of a team and make a few friends. I don't know how long I stood there facing my locker but it was surely enough time to bring Juan to me.

"So?" He asked now a few feet away from me.

I haven't noticed his approaching. I turned around to see his smiley face pointed at me. I smiled back instinctively.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm feeling very well," I stated as I tried to find an excuse to just run away and recompose myself. "Do you think Craig will be pissed if I walk out from here uncoated?"

"Honestly? I don't think so. He's not a heartless bastard. You said to everyone you were lifting the rule and he didn't try to fuck you, right? Wasn't this your main concern? Just go home, bud."

Once again, I got myself staring at Juan's dick. It should be just a casual glance but it turned into a more attentive gaze. He was soft. I had let him down. Although twisted, I didn't want to be the guy who let his teammates down even if it was by not getting them off.

"Big balls, right?" Juan said after noticing my prolonged curiosity. "Now you understand why those shorts hurt so much. You can't imagine how my balls thank you for being so nice to them."

"That's sick, dude," I scoffed nervously.

"No, I'm serious," Juan pinched my left cheek and threw me another one of those killer smiles. "You're a true friend."

I should be looking at his chest when he stepped closer to me until we were holding each other in a fraternal hug. His body was always so warm and full of life. That man smelled like passion and excitement as if every single pore of his skin released pheromones of addiction and ecstasy.

"You're unique, Buns. So, fucking unique."

Juan's hands found their way under my t-shirt and rubbed my back. He concentrated his caresses on my lower back and the top of my butt until he left one finger into the very top of my crack. I was afraid he would move it lower, but he did not. The rest of his body though hasn't stopped moving and it included his dick that was hardening against my belly.

What was so special about this man that made me so hot? He didn't give me time to think as we started kissing again. He pressed his body against mine and pushed me until my back hit the locker behind me. He left that hand in my crack while the other held me by the back of the neck. His tongue was fucking my mouth again and I could do nothing besides remind my brain that I still had to breathe.

"You made me hard again," he stated the obvious.

I can't lie. I did feel responsible for that new erection. But, at the same time, I didn't want to do anything with his dick as I've done with Zac and Will. Juan was so much closer to me and I was afraid I could damage our relationship by doing anything we could later regret.

The locker behind me was rattling and one of the doors banging. Juan was humping his dick against my belly and I could see the friction was exciting him while he leaked pre juices on my t-shirt. My own dick should be leaking inside my shorts and I was glad I had it hidden because if he saw my hardon he would probably think I was enjoying it as much as him. I wished this didn't affect me but, God, it did. Being kissed by another guy made me so fucking hot. Well, not any guy, but Juan with his special touch owned me.

Without a word, Juan stopped kissing me and just squeezed my head against his naked chest. I could hear his heartbeats so powerful and fast. His breathing turned into pants and moans that culminated with the warm touch of his jizz on my covered belly. Juan was cumming buckets and I could feel each spray of cum drenching me.

Gradually, his embrace wasn't so tight anymore and, eventually, he released me. I looked down to find his dick dripping white goo on the floor while my t-shirt was a wet mess.

"Sorry about that," he sat on the bench right behind him while trying to catch his breath.

"It's ok," I could've said I enjoyed that too but I didn't want him to know my feelings. "We catch up later?"

"Yeah, sure."

I decided to end the conversation because I knew that a little more talk and I would say things I'd regret.

I rushed away afraid someone would stop me on the way out and put me on my knees for a bukkake session. My concern was a lot worse though. I was afraid that now that the no-sex rule was over, I'd get myself fucked by the whole team and that idea was terrifying. Slowly, I was getting aware of what I had done.

As I walked across buildings and the gaze of people who found me and my attire amusing, I started panicking. Part of me wanted to run away somewhere no one would ever see me again, but the other part insisted this was nothing. I could deal with those guys and get away without a scratch if I played my cards right. I had sucked two cocks already and I was still alive and kicking, right? No, this was going too far away. Maybe I should just hop on my bed and give myself a good night of sleep to sort these things out in my head.

The loud sound of music coming from the lodge reminded me of a party the guys in the building would throw that night to celebrate god knows what. Everything was a reason for a party. I liked it coz I was able to go upstairs without being seen and was radiant for opening the door to my room without exchanging words with anyone. All I wanted was to just put on my PJs and sleep. Well, that was the plan until I did open the door to find Zac laying on my bed playing Angry Birds on his phone. I could recognise the sound of those birds miles away.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked but not before closing the door behind me. Whatever Zac had to say should be kept between the two of us.

"What do you think?" He turned off his phone and dropped it on his naked chest. He liked to walk around wearing only loose shorts and a thin gold necklace that contrasted with the dark tone of his skin. I also couldn't help but see from the volume on his crotch that he was wearing no underwear. "You said you wanna be the best cocksucker in the world and need a lot of training, right? I'm being a friend and letting you train on me."

"Not now, man."

I sat on the chair by my desk just to find Greg staring at me. Fuck, Greg. This was your fault. I lie my left cheek on the desk and saw the campus lights across the window.

"What's going on?" Zac asked from behind me.

"I did something stupid," my voice was a little distorted as half of my face was squashed against the desk.

"What's that?"

"I lifted the rule," I spoke without thinking too much. Somehow, I thought I could trust Zac too. Well, someone would tell him anyway. Probably, in a matter of hours, everyone would know.

"No shit! Really?"

"Yeah..."

"Wow, I can't believe you did it. And did you tell the team about the blowjobs?"

"Kinda. Yeah..."

"Wow, unbelievable."

"I know," this was a weird dialogue with short sentences and long pauses. Honestly, I was more interested in watching the clouds disappear on the horizon than whatever Zac had to say.

It took Zac a few seconds before saying another word.

"Well, that's good, right? I told you that sooner or later Craig would find out and it would get you kicked out of the team. That won't happen anymore..."

I turned around to face him and Pamela's poster behind him.

"Dude, you don't understand. It was horrible! I didn't just say it. I let it out and he found out due to my mistake. I'm afraid he kicked me out already. I mean, the way he just walked out of the lockers after that not even looking back. And then..."

Once again, I was about to speak more than necessary. Zac raised his left eyebrow forcing me to go on. Well, I could just shut up and change topics, but I had to speak to someone about what happened. Fuck, if I couldn't trust Zac who would I trust? I'd sucked his dick after all.

"And then he didn't even ask me to walk in cum again," I whispered this part as if it was a secret I had had cum on my face. "He was angry and made the guys cum on me again but after knowing what I did he gave up. It's obvious he's pissed and I screwed up bad."

"Were the guys cumming on you again?" He seemed baffled.

"Are you listening? I said I might be out of the team already. I don't know what to think anymore."

I was there revealing something incredibly embarrassing to Zac and all he could do was to look at my legs and the little piece of cloth that hid my crotch.

"What are you looking at? Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am," he looked up as if I'd awoke him. "Man, if Craig had kicked out as you're saying you would know it already. He's very straightforward. He would look at you in the eyes and say it to your face right there in the lockers in front of everyone. Maybe he's just disappointed in you right now but it will pass. But..."

It was his turn to hesitate.

"What?"

"I shouldn't be saying this but why do you care so much for things Craig does or thinks? Or any of us. You keep saying you don't like the things we make you do and you're still hanging out with us."

That was the question that tormented my life. Even Zac who was supposedly taking advantage of me knew that and said it to me. He should be aware that his question could drive me away and he said it anyway. This was another moment of truth like the one I had with Juan moments earlier in the locker room. Zac's dark eyes were staring at me and I hoped I had something smart to say for a change.

"Coz you guys are my friends," that's what I had to say. "I used to be somehow popular in school but I've never had anyone taking care of me. I'm an only child but I always envied those who had protective older brothers, you know? I always did my best to fit in and it was exhausting at times. All the things I had to do to keep my popularity. The lies and the stuff I had to pretend just to be one of them."

I couldn't believe my ears as I opened myself to Zac – the guy who was there to feed me his dick. It was weird but when I met his attentive eyes I could see he cared. He was listening and did care.

"I don't like when people come and go of my room and cum on me. Course, I don't. But, at least, there's no bullshit in this. I have cum all over me but I'm still myself, you know what I mean? I may have people laughing at me, but I have a bunch of guys also defending me. Bern kicked a guy's ass for saying I was a useless faggot once. Another day, Craig yelled at another dude who laughed at me in the cafeteria. I've never had people defending me before and what can I say? I like the feeling. You guys are my family here and I know families ain't perfect."

Zac smiled at me before ruffling my hair and jumping on my lap recklessly throwing the two of us onto the floor.

"What the fuck?" I laughed as I tried to stand up again.

"You're special, Buns," he managed to stand faster and jumped back onto my bed falling on his back. "And yeah, for the good and the bad we're family."

"Besides," I continued as I sat on my bed next to Zac's legs, "I know I ain't a fag. Really, I have no feelings for other dudes. Never had. Whatever I go through, I know my essence will still be untouched."

"You may not have feelings for other dudes, but you're learning to like this, ain't you?" Zac grabbed his cock through the shorts and grinned at me.

"It's not like that..."

"Says the guy that I was swallowing a massive dildo glued to his desk. C'mon, you crave cocks, cocksucker." I didn't know if Zac was trying to piss me off or if this was still part of the intimacy we have with family. Apparently, he didn't want to upset me as he continued: "Don't be offended, but it's obvious you at least like dicks. You may not like dudes, but you do like cocks."

"Not really," I was trying to bring the chair up with my feet till I gave up and lie down across the bed with my head resting on the wall behind me. "I don't care if you believe me or not. It's not the cock I care about, but the challenge. Yeah, I like the idea cocks cum if I do it right. I like the fact you feel nice when I make you cum. That's rewarding but I don't think that much about your dick when I'm doing it. It just happens to be a dick. I don't know if I'm being clear."

"Would you suck others?"

Zac's legs were folded on the right side of my body. Although I was staring at the ceiling, I could see his right hand disappearing inside his shorts and probably massaging his flaccid shaft.

"I don't see the point..."

"Well, different dicks, different challenges. If you like to feel challenged you should think of cocksucking as a sport. Would you like to play volley against the same opponents at the same place for the rest of your life? Do you think a surfer would like to surf the same wave or a skiboarder to go down the same mountain?"

"It's different," although I said this I could see sense in his reasoning. I just didn't want to see myself as a slut. I found myself staring at Greg again. The one and only. If I could at least have him lodged in my throat without suffocating. I wanted to believe no one could do that, but Lee said someone did.

"You can't stop looking at that dildo," Zac's hand was now jerking off his dick still hidden by his shorts. I didn't dare to look at him though because I feared he interpreted my looking like a sign that I wanted to suck him off.

"Everything started with him..."

"Why?"

"Not sure. Well, you know I've got a small one. He's like what I wanted for myself. It's weird but he represents the courage I don't have or the potential I have in me."

"And you can't overcome yourself unless you don't have that dildo buried in your throat, right? It makes sense. But you won't do it unless you start small and you learn how to enjoy it."

Now I turned my head to see him and make sure he wasn't just making fun of me. He looked serious though.

"No, for real," he continued. "First, you won't be able to suck that mammoth without a lot of practice and you must know that better than anyone. Second, things will get a lot easier if you start enjoying yourself while you practice. As you said, it's not about the cock, it's just the challenge that entertains you. You also said you ain't a fag and you're very confident when you say that so just go with the flow and enjoy it."

"That's the problem," I turned my eyes back to the ceiling as my shyness took over, "enjoying that could make me feel a little gay."

"So, you think cocksucking is only gay if you enjoy it? Man, you said it already. You're gay only if you enjoy guys, not if you enjoy the challenge of swallowing dicks. Seriously, come here, Buns."

I was afraid to move and Zac must have noticed my hesitation. Ever so quickly, he kicked off his shorts and sat on my chest with his hardon inches from my face.

"What the fuck, man?"

"Let's change the challenge a little bit, ok? You've become a good cocksucker already to me. You swallowed my shaft like a pro within a day. You made me cum without resting your jaw. You swallowed my load like a bitch. Now I want to see you enjoying it as much as I do and not feeling gay for that."

"C'mon, dude. Get out."

"No, really," he insisted.

"I can't enjoy sucking cock. I only like the challenge."

"I know that. And I also know you know you'll suck many other cocks besides this one before swallowing that dildo. It's gonna be a long journey and I just want to see you having fun and loving every moment." Zac was annoying sometimes. He should have seen, from the way I frowned, that I wasn't buying it. "Buns, it won't hurt. Just let's give it a try, ok?"

Zac moved a few inches forward and started hitting his dick against my face hard enough to make some smacking sounds.

"Stop it, man," I reacted.

"Yes?"

"Yes, what?" I spoke a little louder.

"Will you try to enjoy yourself while you suck me dry?"

"What do you want me to do?" I just wanted him to stop hitting me without realising I had just agreed to do whatever he wanted.

"Nice, take off your shorts and get hard."

"I can't get hard from sucking your dick," I stated the obvious.

"Use your imagination, Buns. Think of these chicks in the posters. I don't know. They'll be good enough for now."

"Man..."

Growing impatient, Zac reached for my shorts behind him and pulled them up. His body still on top of mine kept me in place while his hands went a little further until he had my shorts by my knees.

"Hello over there, little fella," he spoke to my dick before turning around and facing me again. "Start jerking off now."

"I don't want to..."

"Do it! C'mon, don't be a pain now. C'mon, do it, do it," he was speaking like a spoiled brat while he jumped on my chest and his shaft hit my face at every move.

"Ok! OK! Fine! Just stop," I got my right arm under his body until I reached my dick and started jerking it.

"Think of one of these nice ladies over here. Nice Pamela, eh? Nice boobies. Have you imagined your face between them? And what about that ass? Fuck, not many chicks have an ass that nice. You do, though," he laughed.

"Shut up."

"Touch my ass with your left hand. You can imagine it's hers."

I looked up not believing my ears. He was smiling but he meant it.

"I'm serious," he tried to contain his enjoyment. "Touch my ass."

I gotta say I was curious about it, so I didn't fight the idea. After squeezing my left arm between our bodies I landed my hand on his smooth ass. Somehow, that was the closest I've ever been to Pamela's ass. My young mind didn't need much to start associating the image above my head with the muscular globes I touched and caressed with my fingers. Easy like the breeze that entered through my window I got hard.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," Zac spoke with another smile. I closed my eyes to picture Pamela, but Zac had other ideas. "No, you can imagine her, but you gotta keep your eyes open and locked into my eyes."

"That's impossible..."

"It's not. Let's go slowly, ok? Jerk off slowly too, you can't cum before I say you can. If I see you're getting too closer I'll punch your face, got it? I ain't kidding."

"Christ! You bossy, ain't you?"

Zac moved his hips from left to the right, up and down, and slowly back and forth while his boner met every inch of my face. I had to look across his dick to meet Zac's eyes on the other side. It was difficult to imagine Pamela, but that ass in my hand was enough to make me dream. It would be a lot easier if I could close my eyes though.

"Hey, careful there. Don't you dare to touch my hole," Zac complained when I let my hand move freer.

"Sorry."

"It's ok," he flashed me another smile. "How many times have you imagined your dick inside that ass?"

"Lost the count."

"I think I'd be the same. I'd jerk off for that ass every day. Have you ever imagined yourself kissing it?"

"Yeah," somehow this was becoming a small chat between friends. It would be totally normal if I wasn't touching his ass with his cock on my face.

"I'll be a good friend and let you kiss mine. You may even close your eyes for now if you want."

"I don't want to kiss your ass," I protested quietly.

"Just under the glutes, Buns."

I thought he would turn around but he moved forward instead and almost sat on my face.

"I can't kiss your glutes like this," I reinforced my protest.

"I said under the glutes. Kiss the bridge between my balls and my asshole. But don't you dare to touch my hole."

"This is disgusting."

"I'm clean, idiot. Are you really trying to lose the chance to kiss your first ass? Really? You can't be that stupid. I know my ass ain't nice as yours but it's still a nice ass. You can totally think this is Pamela's if you use your imagination. Just give it a try, bud."

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this but the more I jerked off the hornier I became. My thirsty mind was leading the way and it wasn't that hard to imagine Pamela once I started kissing Zac's pelvic area right below his asshole. It was obvious to me that I could only do this because he was smooth like me. In no time, I forgot I had a man there over my body.

"I may be even nicer with you, Buns. Ok, you can kiss my hole. But don't try anything stupid."

Zac opened his ass and sat on my face. His voice and the sudden movement awoke me to the fact he was a man but I was soon getting dragged back into my illusions. And into that universe, the touch of my lips turned into kisses and the kisses into licks that started shyly but started to get more aggressive and bold. My first asshole. The first hole in general. It was different from everything I've tried although I haven't tried much. It meant a lot to me. This was what a real man would do. Not a fag. I wasn't being ridiculed. I was excitedly peaceful.

"Don't cum, Buns."

I eased my jerking but didn't stop the munching. From inside the illusive world, I created I heard Zac moaning. Was he enjoying this as much as I did? How could a tongue in the asshole feel good? Maybe he just wanted to help me to imagine what a woman would do if he was a woman.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

For a second, I heard him talking but didn't make sense of his words so he repeated his question.

"I asked if you're enjoying yourself."

"Yes!" I answered emphatically. "This is a great ass."

He retrieved and sat on my chest again. He had that same smile on his face while his dick bobbed up and down releasing precum over my cheeks and nose. So much pre meant he should be truly enjoying my tongue in his ass.

"I think I'm envying Juan right now," he was even panting a little. His face in a tranquil ecstasy above me. "You are a great kisser."

"Thanks," I whispered not sure if I should say something or not.

"You got me breathless," he laughed. "Man, you literally took my breath away."

I loved the compliment. Maybe I was a natural as they say. I could make a girl happy without much effort coz I had the gift. I smiled while my left hand caressed his glutes.

"Do you wanna do it again?" He suggested.

"Yeah..."

"Ok, but don't you dare to cum or we won't do this again."

He sat on my face again for a few minutes before withdrawing and talking a little more. We did this same routine another three times when I was basically eating his asshole with all my will.

"Damn, Buns. You're more than awesome in eating ass. I bet Pamela would fall in love with you even if she can't understand a word you say."

Yeah, Pamela was Polish I guess. There was a small description of her on the bottom left of the poster. Probably, Zac took his time on top of me to go through the details you could only see from that close.

I was proud of myself as if that was completely normal.

"Were you close to cumming?" He looked back to check on my cock as I let it rest on my pubes for a few seconds before resuming the stroking.

"A few times."

"But you didn't cum. That's impressive. Well, I think we can both agree that you are enjoying yourself, right?"

"Yeah, this is nice."

"Great. Let's do it again? But this time, move your tongue up and down and lick the area between my asshole and my balls. Pretend you're getting to her pussy, ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

For the fourth time, Zac sat on my face. For the fourth time, I closed my eyes and let my imagination lead me to a place where I was the best pussy muncher in the world. This time though, Zac wasn't simply sitting on my face as he's done before. He was moving back and forth. I started licking his ass but I was soon with my tongue right under his balls.

"Kiss my balls, Buns. Make me moan. You want to make me feel good, right? I know you do. Kiss'em. Lick'em. Do your best."

I was taken aback. It was impossible to imagine he was a chick now.

He sat on my chest again after a few seconds of hesitation.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Chicks don't have balls."

"Yeah, they don't. I understand. Anyway, did you enjoy the ass part though?" He repeated himself.

"I did, yeah."

"Look me in the eyes, Buns." I looked up at him again. "What part did you like the most?"

"I'm not sure. I thought you were Pamela. I know it sounds silly but I did. And I thought I was pleasing her. Like, for real..."

"I see," he said after a long sigh. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm about to do this but I'd do everything for my best friend here."

Since when was I his best friend? Zac was impressing me for everything he was doing for me and he still had more to offer?

The sun was setting on the horizon by now but the room was still illuminated. The wall facing the window was painted in tones of yellow and orange and Greg's shadow went far across the room. Zac stood up from my chest and lit the bedside lamp before making sure the door was locked. It wasn't.

"Gotta be sure," he laughed before walking back to me.

I thought he would jump over my body again but this time he turned around and crawled backwards until his ass was on my face again. Now, I had his whole butt to play with and I could even pretend mine was the only cock in the room.

"Let go," he said while he slapped the hand that was holding my cock. "You can use your two hands on my butt if you want. Make sure you enjoy it coz I don't think I'll let you do this again."

If I only knew what he wanted. I couldn't think about it though coz maybe he was telling the truth and this wouldn't be happening again. While I bit his ass, I used both hands to squeeze and jiggle it. Yes, I could totally pretend this was Pamela's.

I was about to get back to his asshole when I felt what I thought to be unimaginable: Zac touched my cock. No, he didn't only touch it but he started jerking me off.

"You let me know if you're about to cum. If you cum, I'll hit your balls so hard you'll speak like a girl for the rest of the year. Got it?" He threatened me firmly and I knew, although I couldn't see his face, that he meant every single word he said.

"Yeah, I won't cum."

"Good. And don't you ever say this to anyone, ok? If you do, I'll deny and then it will come back to you badly," and then as if speaking to himself, he went on: "God help me."

Aware of my promise and willing to do my best and enjoy the experience, I closed my eyes and went with the flow. Zac's hand worked my cock slowly while I ate his ass unceremoniously.

"I'm about to cum," I spoke slapping his ass with both hands.

He stopped his hands:

"Don't you dare," he showed me his fist, "or this is going into your balls."

This wasn't the only time he made such a threat. This little game of ours continued for a few minutes or maybe a couple of hours. It should've been the latter coz when I came back to myself I realised the sun was gone and the lamp was the only light in the room.

That wasn't the only sign of the time though. My balls hurt from all the edging. It was as if I could feel the accumulated cum going into my bloodstream and guts. It was painful but my cock wouldn't soften. I've never been so horny in my life. In fact, the pain I felt wasn't coming only from my balls. It was all the contained lust that didn't find a way out.

"Are you enjoying this, Buns?" Zac spoke after so long.

"Like never before."

"I'm glad to hear."

He turned around to sit on my chest like before. His cock brushed against my cheeks hard and leaking like a running tap.

"I'm into girls, Buns. And I still got your dick in my hands just to make you happy. Did I make you happy?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah? Coz that's what friends do, right? We take pleasure in pleasing our friends. Ain't that right?"

"I guess so..."

He moved forward again and his balls were back on my face a few inches from my mouth.

"Stroke your dick slowly, Buns."

I did as he asked and this time it wasn't so hard to get myself going. I was on the edge and even the touch of his balls wouldn't stop me from cumming. I wanted to cum so bad but I couldn't. Just not yet.

"I want you to be happy, Buns," he continued. "Happy with my balls in your mouth. That's all I want."

"Zac..."

"Shh. Just keep jerking slowly," he looked back over his shoulder and saw me stroking my still hard cock. "Yeah, just like that. Buns, this time I want you to think about me, ok? No shitty Pamela anymore. You have my balls in your mouth. A man's balls. Balls full of cum. Say you'll do it."

Gosh, I just wanted to cum.

"Yes."

"Good. Start by kissing them. Feel my sac with your tongue and then the balls inside. Play with them."

Zac lowered his body till his balls touched my lips and I kissed the wrinkled skin of his smooth sac. He reached for my balls and touched them mimicking with his hands the movements I did with my lips and tongue. His hands were so gentle they added to my pleasure which was now intrinsically connected with my pain. I let go of my dick afraid I'd cum but he didn't stop his caressing.

"This is fun, Buns. Can you see it? It's not about the challenge. You love those balls, man. Fuck Pamela. You were born to be there under a man kissing his balls. My balls."

I knew deep inside that that wasn't true but in my state truth was quite bendable. Nothing makes sense when you're that horny and all you can think about is cumming. Just for the sake of cumming I would agree with whatever he had to say or suggest. In the meantime, his hand moved from my balls to my shaft and then to the tip of my cock that was by now beyond sensitive. My body shook with the touch while my mouth opened to let his balls inside. They tasted salty, maybe a little bitter. No, actually, they were kinda sweet. I wasn't very sure. Nothing seemed logical.

"Hmmm," I just wanted to say I'd be cumming soon but with my mouth full with his balls it was impossible. He knew it was coming so he moved back to the balls. His hand on my balls wouldn't make me cum but the ceaseless touch was driving me nuts.

"Look at me, Buns. Yeah, you must see me. You must know it's my balls you have in your mouth and you love them. You're about to cum while you such on a man's balls."

My tongue was squeezed under his balls but I found little room to move it around and see what kind of response I'd get from Zac. His moans were all I needed to move that extra inch even if it made me uncomfortable. The saliva I had accumulating in my mouth was hard to swallow and every time I did, I knew it was mixed with his sweat.

The hand he used on my balls moved to my shaft and he started stroking it again. He was being extra careful not to be too hasty and make me cum. He was calm and precise. Nothing he did seemed random or unthoughtful.

"My balls are nice, aren't they? But do you know what would make me really happy? I'd love it if you gave one of those breath-taking kisses on the head of my dick. Will you do that for me?"

In the meantime, Zac withdrew and sat back on my chest. His wet balls rested on my chin while his still leaking dick bobbed up and down over my face leaving pre on my forehead.

"Just like you kiss Juan," he continued, "but you're gonna do that with my dick. Everyone knows you love kissing and I'd love to see how you do it. I would never kiss another guy in the mouth but I wouldn't mind having a guy kissing my cock."

This request didn't sound outrageous coz I've sucked his dick already, but kissing a cock had nothing to do with challenges and Zac knew that. Besides, kissing is different from sucking. Suck is about sex and getting off. Kissing cocks is about submission. As if this wasn't enough, I was at the cusp of orgasm and my hardon would subside for nothing at that stage. I was afraid I'd cum while sucking him off. It was hard to admit but I was getting pleasure from sucking his balls and we both knew that sucking cock wouldn't change that.

"I want you to learn how to enjoy this, Buns. I'm gonna make sure that every time you suck dick you're gonna get hard and willing to cum. This may take a while but we'll get there," Zac was being honest and I was afraid I'd be able to do that.

"I'm not sure if I want that, man," I spoke up. Why was it so hard for him to see my concern? "I don't want to be a fag. I can't enjoy this."

"It's not gay to enjoy sucking dicks, bud. If you ain't into guys, it's not gay. Fuck, I let you eat my ass. Do you think I'm gay? I even stroke your dick for you. I'm a hundred per cent fine with that. I know I'm still straight. It didn't change who I am. Unless you question your sexuality? Are you not sure about it? Maybe there's a part of you that likes dudes?"

"No, never did. These posters on my walls are there coz they are what makes me horny."

"See? Man, you are either born gay or straight. No one can make you gay. You are a straight guy helping his friends and having some fun with it. That's all."

I could see in his eyes that he had a lot more in his head that he preferred to keep to himself. This wasn't the only time I felt like that. With the other guys in the team, I've had the same impression too. Sometimes, I was kept in the dark as they'd only say what I wanted to listen to. It worked.

Zac moved back and left the tip of his dick on my lips. He teased me for a few seconds before grabbing my pillow and placing it under my head so I had my neck at the perfect angle aligned to his straight shaft that was now being brushed against my closed lips.

"Kiss it, Buns," Zac said it again while his hand touched the very tip of my dick indicating the point where I should. In a quick but calculated move, Zac gave my dick an extra stroke that made me gasp. I was that close to orgasm now. It was so hard to control myself and it required so much attention I didn't notice I had opened my mouth which allowed at least 1/3 of his dick to slide inside.

Instinctively, I lapped up the slit that was drenched with precum. Sucking his dick before didn't make me used to it. Somehow, every time I had a dick in my mouth, it felt like the first time. I guess it's because I wasn't used to it or because I was straight. The beginning was the hardest part of all coz that's when the realization I had a dick in my mouth stroke the strongest. I guess it's like stepping into cold water. The first touch is always the worst, but when you submerge and jump around, you get used to it and it feels totally fine. With a dick, things ain't so different. Precum isn't nearly as bad as straight guys think. On the contrary, it's quite tasty, but the idea you have the body fluids of another man inside your mouth is shocking. I gotta say I almost retched as I pictured that.

"Are you alright?" Zac asked with a calming smile that worked fine to remind me it was alright to do those stuff with him coz I could trust him. "Can you kiss it now? Just pretend it's Juan's lips and don't forget to keep looking at me. I want to see your eyes open while you do that."

I started slowly. The shape and the anatomy of a dick aren't exactly the same as a mouth, right? I couldn't open my mouth too widely or I'd have his dick inside my mouth and that wouldn't be a kiss. I started kissing the tip and after a while, I realised that the only way to do it right was by using my lips and that part that connects the lips to the teeth.

"Careful with the teeth," he warned me still calmly.

Yeah, the only problem with my technique is that his dick got too close to my teeth and potential scrapping.

"Use more tongue," he suggested.

That's another problem. I was still afraid to touch his slit and pre. I know I've swallowed a lot more than that, but again this was troubling. I was willing to fight this request but his hand on my dick was driving me crazy. I didn't know how being horny could make me a lot more open to suggestions even if it meant putting my dignity on the line.

Still looking him in the eyes, which made me feel horrible awkward as if I was a whore, I still used the inner side of my lips to kiss the head of his dick but applied lots of tonguing this time. I realised that tongue is what I needed to stop my teeth from scraping his cock. I pressed my tongue against the front side of my teeth which worked well to protect his sensitive dick from touching my teeth. Another thing I noticed is that he moaned loud when I curled my lips and then stretched them out without putting his dick into my mouth. I guess I've found the secret of good cock kissing: I should stimulate the whole head with my lips by making sure to cover the whole surface as if I was actually sucking it. Lips can be quite stretchable if you do it correctly. The more I did it, the easier it became. Not only that, his pleasure was contagious. And added to that, my own pleasure coming from his hand on my cock made me even more eager to make sure I gave his dick an unforgettable kiss.

The passion I felt when kissing Juan gradually emerged and, although hard to believe, I got myself imagining I was kissing Zac's mouth and not his dick. This sensation grew even stronger when he used his both hands to hold my head to allow his shaft to penetrate my mouth now and then between one kiss and another. It took me a few minutes to realise he wasn't touching my cock anymore. I was so into kissing and sucking I forgot about myself but it didn't make me any less horny. My cock was as hard as ever and the will to cum was only growing stronger as my balls begged for release. I kissed his dick as if my pleasure depended on that.

This was the moment I realised Zac and I had become one. His dick had become mine. That was a big revelation because my submission to Greg started like this. The need I had to believe he was mine and that my dick had disappeared to find a more appropriate replacement. The way I thought of sucking Greg and imagine how nice it would be to have a chick sucking me like that. The connection with Zac was a lot stronger though because I could see myself in his eyes. I was here but was there too. As if I had become him, I saw myself sucking his dick and surrendered to lust as I wished anyone sucking my cock would too. So, the kissing turned into passionate sucking. With my hands on his glutes, I pulled his body forward so I could have more of his dick in my mouth and didn't care when it touched my throat. The position wasn't ideal but maybe the heat or the pleasure opened my throat wide enough to let it in. I wasn't myself anymore.

In and out, I forgot where we were or what time it was. Nothing else mattered. My world was nothing more than a cock in my mouth and my only mission was to make it cum. My cock begged for that release although that would be someone else's orgasm. Zac still had his hands on my head and he had surrounded himself to the moment just like I'd done. We were both moving like uncontrollable beasts. The groaning should've been loud, I really don't know. I hummed and laughed as if I was having an out-of-the-body experience. Zac and I were dancing in perfect synchronicity and the climax was imminent.

Unannounced, he held my head in place with his cock buried deep into my throat. I felt his urethra that squeezed my lower lips pulsing while cum was travelling from his balls into my stomach. That was hot. So fucking hot. I managed to find his eyes above me and he did the same. We were still connected.

Once he was done, he unlodged, sat back on my chest and then fell on the bed on my side. We were both sweating and exhausted.

"Fuck, this was insane," he spoke. "Did you enjoy it?"

He was panting and so was I. We were both breathless.

"Yeah. What happened to us?"

"I don't know."

It would take me a long time to understand what I'd experienced but to my young mind that was the epitome of pleasure. I was still to find anything as strong as that and doubted it would be possible. Only if I knew that that was only the beginning of an incredible journey.

My right hand reached for my dick coz this was the time for me to cum too. Zac, though, stopped me by holding my arm.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to cum too."

"You can't, Buns. If you do, you'll feel guilty and shameful. That's the point you have to understand that you won't be able to feel what you just did if you cum," he was looking me in the eyes again and was serious as never.

"But I got to. My balls hurt."

"It will pass. Take a shower and rest. It will pass. But you can't cum."

"So, are you saying I won't be allowed to cum again?" It couldn't happen.

"No, of course not. But you got to learn how to do it first. You have to learn how to cum and don't feel bad about it. I can't stop you though. Once I'm out, this is up to you. If you want to learn more and have more experiences like the one we just had, you got to promise me you won't cum."

"Fuck, dude. I don't know if I can."

"Course you can. Just think about what we did here and think we can do it again every day if you want. As long as you don't cum."

"I'll try," I wasn't very sure if that was possible but I could try.

"Good. I'm glad you feel like that," he threw me one of those friendly smiles. "We can do this again tomorrow. Are you free in the morning?"

"I have a test..."

"And after that?"

"Yeah, after lunch I'll be here."

"Great. Once you're done, come to my room. I'll be waiting for you there. We can then see if you're ready to cum."

"How do we know that?"

"Just try to imagine if you still see yourself as a straight guy who hates dick. If you do, it means you're not ready. Once you think there's nothing wrong about it, you may be ready to cum."

I didn't understand the size of the challenge he was proposing. If I thought there was nothing wrong with sucking dick, I wouldn't be exactly straight anymore. It would mean I saw guys as sexual partners just like I saw chicks. The outcomes could be life-changing but they didn't matter at that moment. I trusted Zac and I wanted to do that again with him. Besides, I loved eating his ass and could do that again anytime he wanted. I could go without cumming for a few days.

"And what about Craig and the others? I'm afraid they'll make me do things I don't want..."

"Don't worry about them. He'll probably take you to see coach Lane coz you gotta tell him you are lifting the rule. I guess Lane won't believe you at first, so you gotta convince him you're doing this coz you want and not coz you're being forced to. No one would touch you until you convince him. After that, well, I still don't think they'll do anything to you. The guys ain't rapists. Craig is quite reasonable. He is a little rough coz that's his job as the captain. But he's a nice fella too. I can talk to him if you want."

"Really? Would you do that for me?" Zac was hierarchically lower than Zac but he was higher than me and that could come in handy.

"Course," he winked.

Zac stood up and reached for his shorts. I thought he would put them on but he threw them over his shoulder instead.

"Are you going out like this?" I couldn't believe he'd walk around naked like that.

"Oh, it's something we do here in the lodge. When we fuck someone, mouth or pussy, we walk naked so the others may know we are getting laid. It's like a prize to see the others jealous."

"But the others will know I've been sucking you..."

"Well, you said it to Craig and the team already. It's not like they won't know. Whether you like it or not, everyone is gonna know you're a cocksucker and I want them to know you're sucking me. I deserve that, right?"

"This is so embarrassing," I couldn't believe this was happening.

"Hey, as I said no one will rape you or anything, ok? Some jokes maybe but nothing more than that. I got you, Buns. Trust me. Trust your family," he winked and left after unlocking the door.

This was the end or the beginning of something a lot bigger than I could imagine.

My way to the showers was a walk of shame. Most of the guys around had seen me covered in cum and most of them had added several loads to my body, face, and mouth before but things were a little different now. I was wearing normal shorts and an old tank top and carried a towel on my shoulder. My shower attire was different to the ones they wore which were usually nothing but a towel wrapped around the waist. I didn't stop to pay attention to the things they said but I could see the small talk, the laughter, the grinnings, and the way they pretended to suck invisible dicks as if mimicking what I had just done. I felt disgusted and upset. Angry for once again doing what they wanted and dealing with the humiliation. What could I do? I was the strange cocksucker who had a big dildo attached to the desk.

In the shower, I wondered about my role in the team and my life on campus in general. All I wanted was to be part of something. To feel connected to a group of other guys and enjoy college as a normal dude. I don't know. Go to parties, find a girlfriend, know her parents, screw up eventually and have a breakdown. Stuff people go through during this period of their lives. How could Buns or Gooey feel normal?

For the night, I was left alone and I couldn't feel better with the time I had for myself. I even managed to study with Greg by my side. It was a weird relationship I had with him. I wish I hated him but he had become attached not only to my desk but to my mind too. The symbol of the life I could've had, I guess. I still couldn't understand the meaning it had and the reasons why I needed him so much. I slept that night thinking of him. If only I had his confidence...

In the morning, I had my breakfast and this time no one was making fun of me. Zac waved and threw me a positive smile that I instinctively reciprocated. I ate my scrambled eggs with a textbook opened at the table as I prepared myself for the test that morning. One thing felt different though. I stepped into the cafeteria ready for more humiliation and confrontations but instead, I felt strangely welcomed. Weirdly, no one had approached me to ask about my lifting of the no-sex rule. It was as if nothing had happened.

Dark clouds gave space to an endless blue sky and the environment changed as I walked to my classroom. Even the stupid uniform I wore didn't feel so obscene anymore. Was I growing used to it and the humiliation? So used it didn't bother me anymore? I found a seat and took the test without a single burst of laughter or intimidating gazes.

After the test, I expected to bump against Craig in the hallways on anywhere else and have him invite me to go and talk to Lane about my new situation within the team. Or maybe another shower of cum from a dozen guys in a secluded place somewhere no one went to. The normality awoke in me a sense of suspicion that worried me. Like the calm before the storm, I was preparing myself for something bad that should be about to happen.

Back into my room, I was again surprised to not find Zac on my bed waiting to have his cock sucked. I haven't heard the sound of his voice for a couple of hours and it also felt different and unusual. Juan and Bern hadn't called me either.

I felt surprisingly lonely.

I never considered myself the protagonist of anything but in this story, I had a central role. It was weird to think of my role as something important or interesting but whether I liked it or not this story wouldn't exist without me so why was I being left behind? Suddenly, I guessed it wouldn't be too bad if I called one of the guys to ask what was going on. Maybe they had forgotten me for the morning but things would get back to normal again soon. I don't know. I was thinking too much as usual. All the drama and the conspiracies I judged to be happening around me all the time. I was neurotic.

Facing Greg from my bed, I heard a small commotion in the hallway approaching my door and three knocks. I could tell there was a bunch of guys on the other side probably expecting me to come out and receive my first shower of jizz of the day. I wasn't nervous or repulsed. The situation was humiliating but I was ok with it as long as they let me into their lives again.

Gosh, it's been not even 24 hours after sucking Zac's dick and I was paranoid thinking they'd abandoned me.

I opened the door to find Zac, Will, Brendan, and Spencer holding beers and snacks, casually dressed in shorts and tank tops due to the hot weather that afternoon. I, on the other hand, had nothing but those small shorts on which I should've changed but didn't for thinking no one would come by.

"How was the test, Buns?" Zac asked with that same big smile that made me feel like there was nothing wrong with our relationship.

"Not bad, I guess. What you guys doing?" I felt like asking why they'd deserted me but it would sound desperate on my part. They didn't do anything after all.

"We're going to this motherfucker's room to play some games. Wanna join?" Zac had Spencer in a deadlock while Will moved a few steps away to answer his phone.

"No, I'm going to a friend's room to play games, that's all. No, he's a dude... It's Spencer. It's me, Bren, Zac, Spen, and Gooey. No, I'm telling you, there are no girls here... I can send you a photo if you want..." Will should be talking to his girlfriend.

Brendan came closer to me while Zac and Spencer were still fighting like two idiots and Will was trying to understand what his girl had to say despite all the noise.

"Do you wanna join us? We got bear and some junk food here. We may order a pizza later too."

I was happy. Fuck, I was so happy but I didn't want to let them see my joy.

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you wanna find other shorts?" Brendan asked with no grins or jokes.

"Un... Yeah..." I had almost forgotten I was practically naked as I'd grown used to those tiny garments.

"Craig might join us later," Zac yelled from below Spencer who had him immobilised.

At first, obviously, I thought I had to change into something more decent, but if Craig was to join us, he wouldn't like to see me not wearing the uniform.

"It's ok, I'll just find my t-shirt..."

"You're all sweaty, dude. You don't need a t-shirt. Just new shorts. By the way, ain't you tired of wearing this uniform all the time? Why don't you try something different?"

That was unexpected. So, he didn't know I was asked to wear that uniform whenever I stepped out of my room? Volleyball was a club at uni (just like any other sport) and this club had several teams. Zac, Spencer, and Brendan were in different teams, but we were all in the same club. I wondered if only Craig and the others knew about the details of my hazing. I've never been invited to that Whatsapp group Craig created where they talked about volley, the teams, and hazing – including mine, of course. The more I thought about it the more I understood this whole hazing process as a rabbit hole that went unimaginably deep.

I found my t-shirt and from the second I touched it I felt the dampness and the unmistakable stain from drying jizz. The smell was still strong too. I could feel it from a good distance and if I wore that in a small room with the guys, they would quickly recognise it. I don't know if I was more worried about having them joining Juan and cumming on me or making them sniff Juan's jizz but I decided not to wear it. I considered wearing something else but if Craig was to join us, he wouldn't be pleased to find me in something different from my uniform.

"I'm good like this," I spoke resolutely as if that situation didn't bother me at all. I walked to Brendan who had his hand on my door's knob just waiting for me to walk out.

"Are you even wearing undies?" Brendan asked after seeing my back and probably the top of my butt and the beginning of my crack that I couldn't hide with those short shorts.

"I don't wear them," I was still confident in the way I spoke. It felt like I had thought about these answers before.

"Oh. You don't mind walking like this in the hallways? I thought you didn't like showing your body..." Brendan insisted.

"Let him be, man," Zac finally walked away from Spencer and approached me. "He had issues before hanging out with us, right, Buns? Why should you feel embarrassed when you're hanging with your best buddies, right?"

"Yeah, course," I answered with a big smile that was enough to convince me I was ok with that. I don't know where this confidence was coming from but I wasn't doubting myself. Maybe this was because I trusted Zac? I had no idea.

I joined the guys as Brendan closed the door behind me. I may have nodded and smiled before joining the guys and having the door closed behind me. Yes, I was almost naked, but I wasn't the first half-naked man to walk in those hallways anyway. I did feel vulnerable but I didn't want them to think I didn't trust them. Somehow, I was showing how much I appreciated the invitation by walking in nothing but those tiny shorts among my fully-dressed friends.

"Why can't you trust me?" Will was still talking with his girlfriend on the phone. "But this is a boys-only party. You have your girls-only parties too..."

"Is that bitch coming over?" Spencer whispered to Zac after listening to the last part of Will's dialogue.

Zac gave Spencer an evil gaze and Will just shrugged as if saying there was nothing he could do about this.

"Fuck, I can't believe this," Zac murmured.

"Ok, hon. Ok, bye. Bye," Will finally hung up.

"Dude, are you serious?" Zac yelled at him.

"Hey, calm down. She ain't that bad. Plus, she said she will bring some girlfriends over and we can all have fun together," this was the first time I saw Will basically excusing himself after an argument. Usually, he was the guy who'd keep the discussion going.

"They better be hot," Zac winked at me and then whispered in my ear, "if they are fuckable, you may lose your virginity today, Buns."

I wasn't expecting that. The presence of girls would change everything mainly the way I felt about wearing nothing but those ultra-revealing shorts. I'm not joking when I say I was almost naked. Without underwear, the shorts looked like tiny speedos a number or two smaller than my size. When I sat down, they revealed a great deal of my ass and showed a perfect outline of my balls and dick.

"If girls are coming I should better dress something more appropriate?" I wasn't sure about my idea so I turned it into a question to see how Zac reacted.

We turned one of the corners of the building and approached Spencer's room that was the last one. Zac hooked his right arm on my neck and pulled me closer to him.

"Buns, these chicks are crazy. You don't need to be shy around them. Besides, you're so cute in these shorts I bet they'll be all over you."

Something was telling me I'd better turn down their invitation and go back to my room but I was so over staying in my room while they had all the fun. I could go somewhere else, but wearing nothing but those shorts didn't give me many choices. I nodded to Zac and he squeezed me under his arm friendly.

Spencer opened his door and I was mesmerised by what I saw on the other side. His room was a lot more spacious than mine or any other guy in that dorm. That should be Zac's first time in the room too because he also looked amazed.

"You're such a fucker," Zac jump on Spencer's bed as he did on mine many times before. "How do you get the biggest room in the building?"

"This was a storage room for the whole complex. They transformed into a room after building a new storage room downstairs. I was lucky to get this room as soon as they made it available," Spencer explained seemingly proud of his achievement.

The place wasn't only big but it was also well organised and unbelievably clean. His bed was still a single bed but it looked a lot smaller than mine given the length of the wall beside it. The furniture was basically the same as the other room but he had also gotten some extra stuff that should belong to him, such as a minifridge, a TV, and other stuff that made him the luckiest bastard around.

"You fucking kidding me?" Zac said after looking through the window. "You have a fucking balcony?"

I rushed to see what had Zac so impressed and found a small area made of steel bars that looked more like an emergency exit than a balcony.

"It used to have stairs there for emergencies, but they took it out. I'm not supposed to use that area, but the fuck I ain't using it," Spencer laughed even prouder of what he got.

Will jumped through the window and was followed by Zac and me. The sun wasn't too high anymore so the temperature was alright. They took off their t-shirts and sat down for a little tanning and so did I as I sat between them.

We were on the fourth floor facing a long field of green grass that was unexpectedly quiet and peaceful. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment till I was reminded I wasn't alone by Will's voice.

"So, Buns. Have you been put your new skill to practice?"

For a second, I wasn't very sure if I understood what he said but it became clear fast.

"Leave the boy alone, Will," Zac reprehended his friend from my other side.

"What? You make it look like it's taboo. So many guys suck dick on this campus, and it was never an issue. It's just dick," Will spoke with no empathy whatsoever to what I was going through. I could understand that from the suckee's side nothing would seem bad when all they did was have their dicks sucked. But for the sucker things were way more complicated.

"He's straight. It shouldn't be easier for a straight guy to suck cock," Zac continued defending me and I appreciated that as long as I didn't need to answer Will's questions.

"I bet there's at least one straight guy sucking cock on this campus right now. It's simple math, dude. You put a lot of guys our age together and not enough chicks around then you'll have straight men sucking cock. Honestly, it shouldn't be so hard to understand," he then turned to me and continued, "you don't like it? Do you want someone to suck you so you can feel better? Or maybe you're tired of feeling like you're inferior to everyone else? I don't know. We can get someone to suck you. Or maybe you want to turn one of us into a cocksucker?"

"Dude, stop it," Zac was being a nice buddy there. I, on the other hand, wasn't feeling very comfortable with the confrontation which was Will's specialty. It was as if he enjoyed this.

I caught them mouthing silent words to each other over my shoulders and Will stopped his attacks. From behind us, Spencer showed up holding three cans of beer he gave us.

"Are you guys staying here or will we play games?"

"Just wait for the chicks," Will opened his can and gulped half of the liquid before burping loudly. "They will think about something."

"We should trick them into letting us have their bus for the interstates," Spencer suggested.

"What's that?" I finally spoke once the topic wasn't about my cocksucking skills.

"Every year, we travel around for national championships. They have a bus that is a lot better than ours. It's so unfair how they get to have everything," Zac explained on my side.

I sipped my beer slowly afraid that would be enough to make me tipsy as my resistance to alcohol wasn't commendable.

"A bet?" Spencer suggested.

"We can put them to play Fifa against us. That'd be easy as fuck," Will laughed after another burp. "But I'd be careful there. Those chicks ain't dumb. They always find a way to get what they want."

"Fuck, are you serious?" Zac laughed. "I agree they're smart but they'd never beat us on Fifa. Let's just talk them into it and... fuck, we'd have Craig and the others grateful forever. Nah, even Lane would thank us if we do this."

"Get Fifa ready, Spen. And leave the rest to me," Will stood up and blocked the sun in front of me. I looked up to find his smiley face turned to me. I hated that guy. "What's that, Buns? Miss my cock? I can feed you a load before the girls arrive."

Yes, I'm sure I hated Will. He moved a step forward and, after grabbing my head with his two hands, rubbed his crotch against my face. The rough denim of his shorts hurt my face as he pushed my face closer onto his body.

I punched his legs and pushed him away, but he wouldn't let me go until Zac intervened.

"Enough, dude. Let him be."

"You guys are so boring. I'm just joking."

Will walked away into the apartment and left Spencer behind. I hadn't noticed he had taken his t-shirt off and was there watching me as if that was the first time he'd seen me. Fuck, he had cummed on me so many times I'd memorised his anatomy and biology. I wondered what there was to see or what could amuse him after so many experiences together. He moved into the apartment without saying a word but I couldn't stop thinking about his quizzical gaze.

"What's wrong with Spencer?" I asked Zac who was still drinking his beer on my left. "He wouldn't stop staring at me."

"I think it's because Will said you sucked him. Everyone knows you've been sucking my dick, but not Will's. One dick is curiosity, two is depravity, three is voracity."

Did he say I was degenerate?

"Let's go in. I wanna see what Will is gonna do. Can't wait to see those bitches licking our feet," Zac stood up and I couldn't help but see his shorts hanging low and his pubes sticking out. My nose has been there a few times already. Their scent was fresh in my memory and it came to me naturally although unwillingly. He must have noticed my look but didn't say anything. He helped me up and we walked in through the window.

Once inside, the guys put their t-shirts on and I was again the only one wearing nothing but tiny shorts. I started panicking as I imagined what the girls would say once they saw me like that but I managed not to let it show.

Brendan was connecting a few cables and I admired his physique as straight guys usually do: quietly and inconspicuously. It's just that excuse we give ourselves to watch other dudes and think we'd love to have a body like that. It's nothing but innocent jealousy. Brendan had also cummed on me many times but I never really paid attention to him. To be honest, there was nothing about the male body that aroused me, but my interest was growing after realising that Greg was not just a dildo but a dick. And as a dick, it was attached to a body, just like Zac's. Such an idea started gaining space in my imagination. At first, it terrified me, but I was quickly getting used to it.

"So, what's the plan?" Zac asked Will who had the remote control in his hand and adjusted the image.

"Leave it to me. Just make sure you win that stupid game if they choose to play against you. The same goes for everyone here. Don't dare to lose."

Spencer turned to me and silently mimicked Will by mouthing his last words with his eyes rolled up which made me and Zac laugh.

For a second, I thought I'd be fucked if I lost that game as I wasn't exactly a pro in Fifa, but I calmed myself after realising there was no way in hell those girls would play better than me.

Somehow, the chicks found their way into the building without buzzing and knocked on the door. One by one, the five of them came in and spread like cockroaches exposed to the light around the room as if they owned the place. I could understand them. There were so few of them on campus and they felt so special for being chased by basically every guy around, they felt at home wherever they went. I bet many of them weren't so snobbish before getting there but the environment makes one's behaviour. In there, they were queens.

I've never seen them but they were all tall and very intimidating. Gosh, how could they be so imposing? They spoke loud, laughed even louder, made jokes no one understood but still had fun with. They should be all coming from a volley training session as they were in their uniforms (lycra shorts and t-shirts) and were still sweaty. I thought a shower wouldn't hurt but apparently, the other guys were ok with this.

"So, what's the plan?" One of them asked while unceremoniously spraying deodorant in her armpits.

"Where's the beer?" Another one asked from another corn of the room.

Fuck, they acted like dudes.

I found a spot on the bed and there I remained quiet. I expected to be ignored and hoped none of them would start talking about my lack of clothes. I noticed though some glancing but nothing was said. Maybe there were some grins here and there but they didn't laugh at me or made embarrassing questions or remarks.

Will took his girlfriend to the balcony while some of them started drinking and playing games, others sat on the ground and talked loudly about stuff I didn't know. There was nothing related to volleyball or competitions. Barely something about classes or their routines. They mostly gossiped about other teammates, coaches, teachers and a lot of derogatory words that made them laugh hard. I wondered if I've ever been part of these conversations. I was the famous Gooey after all.

Yes, it was boring.

Steven turned on the stereo and the room was soon flooded with hip hop songs that made some of them stand up to dance. I was about to regret going there when one of the chicks with blond hair in a ponytail sat beside me. I wasn't expecting that.

"Ain't you having a good time?" She asked with a kind smile that I haven't noticed before.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. I'm just... shy, I think."

"It's alright. We may bark but don't bite. What's your name, cutie?"

She thought I was a cutie. I may have blushed.

"I guess you know..." I tried to refer to the fact I wasn't an anonymous there. The whole campus knew who I was.

"Yeah, I know people call you gooey or buns, but I seriously don't know your name."

"Sometimes, I think I forget it too. I'm Chris."

She flashed a smile that wasn't necessarily kind anymore. It represented another feeling that was still alien to me.

"Call me Angie," she spoke softly after moving closer to me in a sensual manner. I unconsciously returned the smile and she stood up to offer me her hand as an invitation: "Let's dance."

"Let's dance

Put on your red shoes and dance the blues

Let's dance

To the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway

While colour lights up your face

Let's sway

Sway through the crowd to an empty space"

She took me to another space for the time she got me on my feet and surrounded me with her long arms. My feet betrayed me but my body glued to hers followed the rhythm as she guided me across the room. Sitting on the bed was Zac who winked when our eyes met.

"Did you invite me to dance coz Zac asked you to?" I had to make sure.

"Fuck, Zac. Since the first time I saw you I thought you were hot like no other guy on this campus."

I must have blushed again.

"When was the first time you saw me?"

"In the cafeteria a few months ago."

"I should be..."

"Covered in cum? Yeah."

She laughed and so did I. The absurdity of my situation was so over the top I couldn't help but laugh too. I don't know. Maybe I was just nervous because I've never confronted my gooey identity from the eyes of a woman.

"And it was so fucking hot," she continued before tightening up her arms around me.

Her embrace was warm and wet. We exchanged sweat while we moved around the room as the only couple dancing together.

"You can't be serious," I spoke with my head connected to her chest.

"I am. And, trust me, I'm not the only one."

I was shocked. The song ended and she released me. I stepped back while Angie went for another beer. I still couldn't believe she thought I was hot for wearing cum in the cafeteria. And she wasn't the only one. Gosh, who else?

"So, here's the deal," Spencer yelled after turning off the stereo. "Boys versus girls. If we win, we get to use your bus for the championship."

The girls laughed out loud. I stepped back quietly and sat on the bed again beside Zac who was reading a magazine.

"You can't be serious," Will's girl answered.

"I am. You can pick your prize too," Spencer spoke as if he knew there was no way we'd lose.

The chicks formed a circle. Spencer looked at me and Zac and winked with a grin on his face. He was very certain of our victory. Will was still on the balcony with Brendan smoking weed or something but they had put their heads through the window to see what the answer would be. After a few minutes, the chicks turned to us.

"Ok. But our rules," Will's girlfriend said.

"Sure. Say what you want," Spencer was the one speaking on our behalf.

"If we win, we get the best rooms and the best training courts."

"Hey, not fair, we picked only one prize," Brendan spoke from the balcony.

"That's our condition."

Spencer signed with his head that we should form a circle too to discuss this new arrangement. We gathered near the window so Will and Brendan could join from the other side.

"Not fair, dude," Zac was worried. "If they win we're screwed."

"They won't win," Spencer laughed.

"No fucking way they're gonna win," Brendan said after sipping from a beer can.

"I'm just saying that if they win the other guys will kill us. Think about us telling Lane we'll be using the other court for training. He'd kill us too. All for a stupid bus? You can't be that dumb," Zac was scaring me with his sense of reality.

"Stupid bus? Dude, we can totally get this. Besides, it's too late now to back off," Spencer insisted.

"At least, ask what their rules are," Will was a little tipsy or high, or maybe both.

"What are the rules?" Spencer asked them.

"It's gonna be the best of three games. We do sticks, the biggest get to choose the game. We get to play in teams or individually. If we play as individuals, we use the sticks again. Winner gets to choose who will represent each team. What d'you say?"

"We're in," Spencer didn't consult us this time.

If only I had their confidence.

"What do we use for sticks?" A chick with the slimmest body and the longest leg I've seen in my life asked.

"I got some straws," Spencer answered before going for the straws in a drawer and cutting them into different lengths.

While they were discussing the details of the games I found Brendan flirting with another one of the girls. The way they looked at each other. The confidence they shared as they knew they were good enough for each other. The small gestures with the heads and hands. I was a good observer, I guess. I liked to watch these people having fun. I wondered just why I couldn't be like them.

"Ok, we're done," Spencer held a few straws in his hand and presented them to the girls. Will's girlfriend stepped forward and picked one. That was long. Will laughed and his girl gave him an evil glance I shook inside. Spencer did the same to Will who got a visibly shorter one.

"Yeah, we choose the game," Spencer smiled evilly, "and that's Fifa."

The girls weren't shocked. On the contrary, one of them seemed so relaxed I thought something should be wrong. Did they even know what Fifa was? After trying their luck on the straws again, the girls took the smaller one and chose the players.

"Vic, you're playing," and the girl I had noticed took the controller with the confidence of a professional. "Vic is playing against Will."

"Ha! You're so fucked," Will stepped in and stood in front of the TV with Vic on his side.

It was weird to see a girl playing Fifa so well and Will, out of his arrogance, swallowing his pride as he saw his team losing mercilessly. He cursed hell and heaven before the last whistle that I guessed the whole hall heard as the TV was as loud as it could be.

"Better of three," Will spoke out of his anger.

"Fuck you, that's not we agreed," his girlfriend answered and he instantly shut up. That was the power a chick had over a guy on that campus. I loved that kind of power play between them and how comfortable the chicks were with their position.

The animosity was now between Will and Spencer who got the controllers and turned off the TV leaving us in silence. Zac who was watching the match next to Will sat by my side again and let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Can't believe we lost on Fifa. What's going on? Really, if we lose this we're fucked," Zac was more like talking to himself than to anyone else. The frustration was palpable.

"What's next?" Will's girl asked showing that she'd become the voice from their group.

Brendan looked at us and we formed another circle to see what we could come up with.

"We need to play something that can last a bit longer. This was way too fast," Will spoke surprisingly humbly given his usual authoritarian behaviour.

"We should humiliate them," Spencer was taking this game too seriously.

"And what do you suggest?" Brendan was also starting to see the bad consequences this loss would bring to us and our teams.

"Strip poker. We get one of them naked," Spencer grinned.

By this time, the sun had set already. The room started cooling down and the sound of the word `strip' contributed to making me shiver. I rubbed my arms and Zac pointed his piercing eyes at me.

"That's a stupid idea. They're gonna pick him," Zac pointed at me. "He has only his shorts. Easy loss."

"That's where you're wrong. I can make this work," Spencer said in a way that made me sure I shouldn't be there.

"Ready?" Will's girl was waiting for us with her arms crossed and a look of victory on her face.

Spencer gathered the straws again and presented them to her. For the first time, I wanted them to win but we were suddenly lucky. She got a long straw. Brendan took one for us and, as I expected, was shorter.

The girls looked at him but Spencer was the one to announce our next game:

"Strip poker."

"C'mon. Get original. This ain't high school," Vic spoke probably worried about the odds of losing.

Spencer offered the straws once again and the luck was not on their side. They got to choose who'd be doing what.

"Him," Will's girl pointed at me, "against Jen."

Jen was this Asian girl who looked a little younger than the others. With short hair and porcelain skin, she was a sight to behold. Weirdly enough, she also gave me the creeps. I haven't heard the sound of her voice yet and she looked always pissed off as if something was constantly bothering her.

"I don't know how to play poker," I spoke after a long time of silence. "I mean, I have no idea whatsoever."

"Will can play again, I don't mind," his girl answered. I'm sure she wasn't trying to help me. She wanted to humiliate her boyfriend and keep him clothed before her girlfriends, "but you strip."

Yes, she was talking about me. I looked for Spencer as I expected he had something to say to save me. He had a plan, didn't he? I was panicking. Getting naked among guys was already something I couldn't stand but stripping in front of girls was something else. I just couldn't do that. I wanted to scream. Be bold and make my way out. I don't know really. Anything! But how could I leave and let them down? Probably, they'd think I wasn't a team player and even report me to Craig.

"She's wearing shoes, socks, t-shirt, bra, shorts, panties?" Spencer grinned. "Chris is wearing his shorts plus the hair on his legs, chest, armpits, crotch, and ass."

Was this his plan?

"Fair enough," Will's girl answered after a second of hesitation.

"Hey," I heard Jen's voice for the first time. She pulled Will's girl and they had a small argument I couldn't hear. I guessed Jen had accepted the challenge thinking I'd get naked fast and they would win without much effort. Now that I had my hair working as a replacement for my clothes, I thought Jen wasn't game anymore.

"Can we change? Jen doesn't want to," Will's girl seemed a little disappointed with the way things were going. Retrieving like this was a sign of weakness.

The guys started laughing except me and Zac who was still trying to understand the consequences ahead in case we lost these bets.

"Ok, but we get an IOU after this," Brendan was starting to enjoy the game because now we had the chance to see one of the girls naked.

"Deal," Will's girl looked at girls and announced without much thinking, "Angie."

How different Angie was to Jen. While the latter was so concerned about the prospect of being nude among us, Angie looked like she wanted to.

There was no table in the room, so they decided to play on the floor. It was a weird arrangement but it worked somehow. As I said, I don't know anything about poker, but I thought it was an individual game. What they did though was far from individual. All girls and guys were helping the two opponents and watching the cards to make sure they made the right moves. Afraid of the unavoidable, I just stood there behind them waiting for the instructions and it didn't take too long to come. When the girls screamed and celebrated as if it was new year's eve, I understood what it meant for me.

"Sorry, Buns," Zac turned around disappointed.

From behind Zac, I saw Spencer and Will getting a trimmer and adjusting it to a clean shave mode. I should be looking scared coz Zac's next move surprised me to new levels: he took off his t-shirt. Not only that, once the trimmer was adjusted and ready for shaving, Will, Spencer, and Brendan did the same.

"You'll lose your hair, but if you go naked, we all go naked," Zac showed me his fist and I bumped his with mine. So, this is what a team was about?

"What are you doing?" Will's girl definitely didn't want him to show his skin to the other girls.

"It's ok, Pam. Relax."

"You can't be serious."

Spencer pointed to the balcony on the other side of the window.

"Over there, Buns. I don't want your hair in my room."

Zac helped me out through the window and he followed me along with Brendan. The sky was dark and the only light we had was the one coming from Spencer's room.

"Do you have your phone with you? Can you turn on the torch so I can see what to shave?" Zac spoke while he readjusted the trimmer making sure it was set to total shave.

"Zac, I really don't think this is a good idea," I haven't stopped to think about what was happening, so it felt like the words came out from my mouth naturally. I was fighting something that meant was important but I didn't comprehend the impact that would have on my life yet.

I leaned against the handrail that was still warm from the sun. Zac stepped forward moving closer to me.

"Don't you want to go through with this? I mean, it's up to you. We can go back there and say you don't want to. We may lose that IOU that could save us from losing this fucking bet."

I was feeling terrible. The guys were all on this together and I was there whining like a brat. They were even stripping just to show me support. I could understand that backing off now would show the horrible team player I was. Fuck, no! I was there to be part of something and it wouldn't mean anything. I could do that.

"No, no. It's ok. Never mind," I spoke out quickly wishing I haven't said anything in the first place.

Brendan turned the torch on and pointed it at my legs.

"Well, you don't have much hair anyway. Mostly in your calves and nothing above your knees," Zac examined my body with surgical precision as his right hand brushed the hair on my legs.

"Are you sure about this, Buns?" Brendan asked me from behind the torchlight but I could still see his frame as he stood against the light coming from the room.

"Yeah, yeah, this is no problem at all," I lied while in my head I remembered the day Bob told me he envied me coz I had body hair. And I was pretty sure I'd said that I'd never shave coz I was proud of this aspect of my body.

Zac didn't wait another second before turning the trimmer on and shaving my legs from ankles to knees. Eventually, he asked me to turn around and finished the job. I couldn't look down. I guessed I wouldn't feel bad about it if I didn't see it. It would be better if I just disregarded that night and look at myself in the mirror a few weeks later when I got my hair back.

"Done," Zac touched my legs, "they feel so nice and smooth now."

"Shut up, dude," I didn't need the details.

"Just saying. Let's go back?"

As we returned to the room, I found the guys preparing for the next round. I expected the chicks to come and check me but they didn't bother.

The next round was quick and, this time, they lost. Angie took off her t-shirt slowly as she pretended this was a striptease. It was enough to get the guys excited while I was concerned about a possible erection that would multiply my embarrassment exponentially. To avoid that I preferred not to look, which saved me from having a boner but put me into another weird situation. When I turned my eyes back to her she was looking at me and probably wondering why I decided to avoid her little show. She should think I wasn't interested in her which was far from the truth.

I think the idea that one of us guys was shy or afraid of exposure was a huge turn on to Angie. When I heard the guys celebrating again, I saw her walking to me and only stopping when her knees touched mine. I was sitting on the bed while she stood right in front of me. I had no option but to look up at her piercing eyes.

"Are you shy? God, I love shy guys," Angie started dancing again as Spencer turned on his stereo to Hey Ya from Outkast. Angie was uncontrollable. She began slowly but soon she had the whole room as her stage. While that was ok, I got nervous when our eyes crossed and I noticed she was losing control over herself. The song got to a point where it was singing something about a "polaroid picture" and she got her tits on my face and shook them uncontrollably. She only stopped to take off her bra and resume the shaking. At this point, I couldn't control myself anymore. I was hard as I haven't been for a long time.

"Next time you lose, take off your shorts and I'll blow you," she whispered in my ear.

That was a dream coming true if the situation was different. I didn't want to be blown in front of my teammates and those girls. I didn't want everyone talking about my tiny dick.

When Angie walked away to get back to where the other girls were, I found Zac smiling at me. He should be thinking I'd finally get sucked and that I should be happy about it. Well, I was partially pleased but, to my dismay, that could not happen. Not like this. I should find a way out of that situation but what would Angie think if I said I wasn't keen? What would my teammates say if Angie decided to tell them I didn't want her to suck me off?

The next round was won by the girls and, as soon as Zac was inviting me to step out of the room into the balcony, I saw Angie's smirk that had a thousand shades of connotations.

Once I was outside and Zac was testing the trimmer for the millionth time, I approached him so I could speak without being overheard.

"Angie said she wants to suck me off, so I should take my shorts off now rather than be shaved."

"Oh, that's great," Zac sounded glad for me.

I spoke a little lower when I saw Brendan crossing the window into the balcony.

"That's a problem. You know... My dick is small. I don't want anyone to see me naked."

"Oh, that's a problem," again he sounded honestly empathetic. He stood there looking at me and apparently thinking about a way out of this. "Angie must be sure she'll be sucking you now. If she doesn't she'll tell the other girls. You won't get sucked because I don't want you to."

"How come?" I didn't understand but he should have a plan.

"Here's the thing. I'll say I heard what she told you and that you're forbidden to have sex with chicks. That getting shaved is part of getting in the team anyway. Freshmen must be shaven clean and smooth coz you are our bitch."

"Hey!"

"Trust me. I can't show compassion or they'll know we're lying. That would be terrible for me, you, and the whole team too. We need to make them think we're taking your hazing seriously and they will know we mean business. We do this and you won't get sucked by Angie."

Suddenly, not getting sucked by Angie sounded like a relief or a prize. Not having sex with chicks was my way out of humiliation while getting shaved was the right thing to do. It was weird but, in that situation, it made total sense.

"Yeah, sure."

"You will need to get shaved till you ain't a freshman anymore. Got it? If they see you growing hair, they'll know we were lying."

"Damn, dude. Ok, it won't last too much now anyway. Whatever."

"Ok, then," Zac turned on the trimmer, "what are we shaving now?"

Brendan stepped in and used the torchlight so they could see what else to shave.

"He doesn't have hair on the chest," Brendan noticed.

"That's a problem. We can do the armpits, the pubes, ass crack, or the head..."

"Not the head, please," I thought having my ass crack shaved was bad but compared to my head, I wouldn't mind too much losing the hair on a spot no one would see.

"Armpits then?" Zac moved another step closer.

"Yeah, ok."

I raised my arms and it was done in less than a minute. I didn't notice it happening. Once again, I preferred not to pay attention to the process. I could feel though, when I lowered my arms, that something was missing over there.

As we walked into the room again, Angie looked disappointed, while Pam spoke out:

"What happened? He looks the same."

"Armpits," Zac raised my right arm to show we weren't trying to fool them. "By the way, Buns isn't allowed to have sex with chicks till his hazing is over," he looked straight at Angie now, "I heard you two. He insisted he wanted to lose his shorts instead, but that ain't happening. As punishment, I decided he'll be losing the body hair regardless of what happens here tonight and will remain smooth like a frog till he ain't a freshman anymore. Ain't that right, Buns?"

Fuck, I don't think that's exactly what we had agreed upon but I couldn't confront Zac. He wasn't just helping me, he was putting himself at risk for lying on my behalf.

"Yeah, that's right."

I could see how this upset Angie, but the girls took the news quietly which was a good sign.

The game resumed and the chicks lost twice in a roll. Angie wasn't so into me anymore, which I think was great, but the striptease didn't stop. She lost the shoes and socks in the most erotic way possible and, during the whole time, I had a boner. I noticed the guys were also spotting tents under their shorts but, different from me, they were proud about it.

Angie had lost 4 pieces of clothing while I had been shaved twice. As the guys lost the next turn, Pam started making her calculations.

"He doesn't have hair on the chest," she started, "so, don't try to bullshit us. Angie still has her shorts and panties to lose, so six in total. He lost the hair on the legs and armpits. What's next?"

"Pubes," Zac spoke out, "then balls, ass crack... Then he loses his shorts."

"Ok," the news had calmed Pam down but she wasn't done yet, "but he's gotta show he has hair in the crotch, balls and crack, otherwise it won't count."

Zac looked at me and shrugged.

"Sorry, Buns," he whispered before raising his voice so the rest could hear, "ok, show them your pubes."

I had everyone looking at me, and Zac couldn't help me anymore. I had no choice as running away wasn't an option either. I lowered my shorts low enough to show my pubes but made sure to keep my dick still hidden.

"Show us everything," Angie demanded.

"No way," Zac defended me again, "that's only happening if we lose this game, which I'm sure won't happen," then back to me, "c'mon, Buns."

We found ourselves on the balcony again and the air was a lot cooler or maybe it was a consequence of the shock and the idea I'd get butt naked in front of everyone in that room.

"Thanks, man," I couldn't be thankful enough. Zac was saving my life.

"No problem, dude. I'm here for you," he took the trimmer out from his pocket and I knew I had more hair to lose. "Lower your shorts and hold your junk coz I don't wanna touch that shit."

"Ok."

I was still a little hard, but it didn't change the fact my dick was tiny regardless of my arousal. I lowered my shorts and held my dick when Brendan pointed his phone at me to illuminate the space.

"Damn, I can see the base of your shit, Buns. Disgusting!"

"Sorry."

I tried to hide it the best way I could but it wasn't easy. This time, I couldn't pretend nothing was happening. I had to look down and help Zac with his duty. I could imagine it was being hard for me just like it was for me. I'd hate to have to shave another dude's pubes and he still was being too kind to me despite all of this.

It took a little longer this time as it was difficult for Zac to hit the right areas with the trimmer leaving parts unshaved. Zac wouldn't give up though and he only stopped when I was smooth like a baby.

"I think you should try laser, Buns. You know, it makes it a lot easier to shave after thinning your hair."

"Laser?"

"We can talk about it later. Let's go back now."

When we returned, we found the guys already playing the next round and before I could put both feet inside, I saw the chicks celebrating.

"Show us them balls, boy," Pam laughed loudly to make sure the whole world was aware of her satisfaction.

I looked at Zac and he spoke to me so only I could listen.

"Just raise the shorts' legs and show your balls. You don't need to show your dick."

I did the best I could to keep my shaft hidden and let the balls drop out from the left leg opening. During the whole time, I was looking at Zac and the way he calmed me down. He kept saying relax,' and it's alright,' which soothed the humiliation tremendously.

Brendan was still on the balcony when Zac and I returned. He just turned on the torchlight again and Zac kneeled in front of me as he's done before.

"Drop the shorts so I can shave it all."

"Can't I just show as I did before?" I didn't want to lose my shorts in the open even if there were only Zac and Brendan watching.

"No, Buns. I need to shave everything. Just keep your shit hidden coz that fuck is just disgusting as hell."

At the time I wasn't thinking too much about the words he chose to talk about my dick. I've not only touched his dick but had also sucked him and never said it was disgusting. On the contrary, I might even have said it was nice and quite enjoyable. The truth should be told though. Between my dick and his, I wouldn't think twice before choosing his or pretty much anyone else's. Well, maybe he was right and my cock was disgusting after all. If Angie saw it, she'd probably make fun of me or worse. Honestly, I was the one willing to shave my body for a few months just not to show it to a girl.

As soon as my shorts fell around my ankles, Zac helped me out of them and used his hand to spread my legs. Brendan kneeled beside him to light my balls and the small area that connected my crotch and ass.

"I'll shave this part too," Zac touched it with the head of the trimmer, "otherwise it'll look weird. You don't have much hair here anyway."

And with that, I heard the humming from the trimmer and the cold touch of the metal against my skin. Zac guided me the best way he could to get it all shaved and I knew he wouldn't stop till he did his job perfectly. I could see the hair falling into the darkness beneath my feet. Eventually, Zac touched my balls but not before complaining about it. I wished he didn't need to go through this but the situation was beyond our control now. It was the whole male volleyball's club dignity on the line and we both knew we had to do our part.

"OK, it can't be better than this," he finally said. "It's so smooth it looks like you got fifteen years younger down here."

I didn't have big balls as I didn't have a big dick so I thought he wasn't lying when he said that. I did believe that the only thing separating my body from that of a kid was the hair and now it was gone.

We walked back into the room to find Angie dancing which should mean the girls had lost another round. I guessed they realized the game was taking too long and if we guys won we would have yet another challenge ahead.

By now Angie wasn't even looking at me anymore. She took off her shorts and the sight of her bums made me hard once again.

In the meantime, I sat down on the bed and tried to breathe slowly and get my thought together. Everything suddenly started spinning and I almost forgot what I was doing there in the first place. How did I end up in that room with my body almost entirely shaved? I was moving on the automatic. And just like that, I woke up to Zac snapping his fingers right in front of my face to invite me out.

"Let's go."

I didn't see the last round. Apparently, we had lost.

"Hey," Pam yelled from the other side, "show us your crack. And your shaven balls too coz we haven't checked that."

I got used to looking at Zac whenever I was put in situations I didn't know how to handle and it wasn't different this time.

"Turn around and show your ass to them," he instructed.

There were five girls and three guys staring at me since Brendan was still on the balcony and Zac was standing on my side.

"It's alright. There's nothing there we haven't seen before. It's just an ass."

I sighed, turned around and lowered my shorts until they were right under my ass.

"Bend over," Zac continued the instructions and I did, "open your ass."

"I don't think I can," I spoke with my hands on the window frame while I saw Brendan on the other side. I was just too nervous to do that.

"Leave it to me then."

Zac must have kneeled behind me and with both hands, he opened my ass to show whatever hair I had over there. I think at this point I was in shock again. I just couldn't move.

"That's a nice hole you have over there," one of the girls said. Why would a girl say that?

"Where's the trimmer? Let me do this here," that should be Spencer, "not much hair anyway."

I couldn't see what was happening but I think Spencer took the trimmer from Zac and shaved my crack. He didn't play with me. He didn't try anything funny. He just shaved it and it was done.

"Happy?" Spencer said while my ass was still spread wide for everyone.

"What about the balls?" Pam asked.

"They're shaved. You can come and check if you doubt me," Zac said while his hands were still on my ass. Wasn't this done yet?

"Are you alright?" Brendan asked from across the window.

"I'm just... exposed?"

"Don't worry. We're on this together."

That's when I realized the guys had taken their t-shirts off, but nothing else. They'd said we would be in this together but they didn't go too far in their promise. They could've tricked me but it wouldn't make sense. Why would they do that? They didn't need to take off their clothes anyway. Probably, they just forgot. I thought I should enquire him about it, but it wouldn't make much sense now. Besides, it would sound weird to have a freshman giving orders in front of the girls.

Once the show was over, Zac raised my shorts and slapped my ass to let me know I could get up already. I turned around to see the guys playing that fucking game for one last time. Now it was the time to know who'd win.

"Don't worry. You're too uptight," Brendan spoke from behind me, "we do this kind of shit all the time. Do you see Angie over there? She's having fun. You should too. Just relax and go with the flow."

For a moment, I thought of Lee when he said something similar to me. He was the one who said I should let it go and accept my nature as a submissive man. I was born to serve. The idea was still so weird I couldn't understand how that was possible. The more I thought about it the more I started doubting the reason I was having hardons that evening. What if I got hard not because I saw Angie naked but because I enjoyed the fact she was exposing herself to us? As a matter of fact, I was still hard and I didn't lay my eyes upon her during the time they shaved my crack. No, it couldn't be it.

"YEAH!" the guys yelled together at once.

I was saved.

The girls lost.

Angie was about to lose her last piece of clothing and I didn't care because I couldn't think about it. My head was blurry, my heart beating fast and strong in my chest, my body sweating but it wasn't even that hot anymore. She danced. She made this into a show and showed her bare ass and pussy to us before kicking off her panties. Every guy in that room was hard... including me.

Spencer got the straws again and the last game of the night was about to start. Angie sat down on a chair by the desk, I sat on the bed, and Brendan made his way back into the room. Pam picked the straw and that was short. Very short. Probably, the shortest. I could see from the guys' reaction, they had no hope now. We had lost this. Still, Will tried his luck and got a long straw.

Pam gave us a devilish smile but didn't celebrate. Not yet.

"Since you guys were so kind to challenge us girls in a strip poker game, I think I know a good way to make you pay for your creativity."

"C'mon, shut up and say it already," Spencer yelled.

"Hey, you shut up, asshole," Will defended his girl in a very mature way.

"It's ok," Pam continued, "the challenge is simple. This is a blowjob challenge. The cocksucker who has the mouth full of cum first wins."

"I don't think I understand," Spencer did sound incredulous and so did the rest of us guys.

"Let's see who'll choose the players first then I make myself clearer, alright?"

Spencer wasn't very sure about this but he still presented the straws to her again. It wasn't that short but still shortest than the one picked by Will.

"You're such a fucking loser, Will," Brendan complained, "can't you win anything?"

Pam looked a lot happier now as she continued her explanation:

"So, I'll get to choose two of you, by the way, Will and Spencer, to lay down on the bed and take off your pants. Then a girl, in this case, me, and a guy, uh..." and she looked around to choose one of us, "Brendan will suck you two. The first cocksucker to get warm spunk in the mouth is the winner."

"What?" Brendan protested, "I ain't sucking cock. Are you fucking nuts, bitch?"

"Hey!" Will tried to intervene but this was getting out of control.

"Hey my ass, mother fucker," Brendan continued. "I'm not sucking anyone's dick."

"Well, you don't need to but backing off means we win," Pam should know this would happen and that's why she did so. "I'm tired already anyway. Let's go, girls. Let the other guys know about our arrangement."

Will and Zac rushed to Brendan to convince him that he should go on with this.

"Wait!" Zac yelled to the girls as Angie was putting on her clothes. "He'll do it."

"The fuck I'll do it," Brendan yelled back.

"Dude," Zac came to him but I didn't know what he could say to convince the guy, "think of Lane. Dude, this will be our end."

"I'm not doing this. I'm no cocksucker."

I was expecting him to say something about me. I don't know. Maybe point his finger at me and say I should do it coz I was the cocksucker in the room not him. But he did not.

"It's obvious she'll put you to suck me," Spencer spoke, "just focus on the head. I'm uncut. It's very sensitive. I can get off fast."

"Dude, listen to yourself," Brendan was growing pale. "And that's bullshit. You tell everyone how you can't get off on regular blowjobs. That mouths ain't tight enough to make you cum. You say it so many times that one of them must have heard you and now she's picked you to get blown coz she knows you won't cum."

"It's not like that, bro. Just go with the flow," Zac told him. I thought the same but didn't verbalize it.

"NO! This is a lost cause already anyway. He ain't cumming."

"Dude, think about it..."

"Fuck it! Damn! You guys are a bunch of..."

"So?" Pam spoke as Angie was putting on her t-shirt now. "No? Ok, then. Talk to the other guys."

Vic opened the door and Jen stepped out when Brendan yelled:

"Wait. Fuck! I'll do it! Fuck! Fuck!" Brendan was shaking.

Jen came back in and Vic closed the door. Pam took Will by a silver necklace and threw him on the bed before reaching for the button on his shorts. Spencer must have realized he should be doing the same and he sat down on the bed before unbuttoning his shorts too.

"You better not cum," Zac yelled at Will who didn't look convinced he could do that.

"I know how to do it very fast, don't I, lov?" Pam looked terrifying now. The way Will looked at us was enough to let us know that this game was lost.

"Brendan," Zac pushed Brendan forward, "on your knees."

Brendan kneeled while he said `fuck, I can't believe this.' Spencer lowered his shorts and I saw his dick again. I could remember his cock spurting on my face. I could remember all those cocks after being presented to them almost every day for months. I could remember even the way he jerked off. Spencer liked to expose the head after retrieving the skin and rub it against the palm of his left hand.

Will was already hard, not Spencer.

Angie approached them with a smile that now all girls shared.

"Ok, get ready! 3, 2, 1... go!"

Will started biting his fingers trying to hurt himself and, this way, not getting off. Brendan hasn't even touched Steven's cock that was lying dead over his pubes. The chicks were all supporting Pam while the guys didn't know what to do with Brendan.

"Start by making him hard, man," Zac wasn't very convinced if he should be telling his friend what to do. Brendan's reaction could be bad if he pushed him too hard.

I was a little incredulous when I saw Brendan holding Spencer's dick with two fingers and shaking it from one side to the other as if it was a dead worm. He even got his head over there a foot or two from Spencer's crotch but that was enough to make him retch and back off.

"I can't. I'll throw up," he tried again and he almost vomited. I could see it happening if he did that one more time. All the beer in his stomach was coming up as he imagined himself sucking a cock.

"I'll do it," I said.

"What?" Zac looked at me while the chicks were on their side making fun of Brendan and calling him names.

"I said I'll do it."

Pam stopped the blowjob to speak to me:

"No! I didn't choose you."

"We got an IOU," Spencer spoke excitedly as hope took him, "come, Buns."

Brendan stood up and stepped back leaving Spencer to me. I took his spot between Spencer's legs and kneeled down. Pam was still looking at me and so was Spencer.

"The head is sensitive. You can get me hard playing with it," he looked me in the eyes hoping we could do this if we worked as a team.

I nodded, held his dick with both hands and put it in my mouth. I didn't have time to think about what was happening. I'd deal with this later. Now I had only one mission and that was to swallow Spencer's spunk before Pam drank Will's. I started playing with his smooth balls while I managed to insert my tongue into his foreskin and onto his gland. I started sucking, but he stopped me.

"Don't suck too hard yet, go slow."

I had no idea how to suck an uncut dick. Zac kneeled on my left side to support me.

"You can do this, Buns. You're a pro, remember? Just do to him the things you do to me."

Zac's support was helpful as it not only reminded me that I was a good cocksucker (and that I could do a very good job there), but also because it made me feel like what I was doing wasn't wrong. I can't deny that showing to everyone how good I was at sucking cock made me feel proud of myself although that sounds weird, I know. On the other hand, I had this voice in my head saying I had crossed a dangerous line. I'd told myself that I wouldn't suck anyone else besides Zac and Will and now I was sucking my third dick. If I couldn't set a limit and stick to it I would end up sucking everyone's dick, right? The sky was the limit. This thought worried me but it wasn't time to think about this yet. If I didn't get Spencer's load in my mouth before Pam got hers we'd lose and this would be all in vain.

"Are you getting hard?" Zac asked Spencer as his dick was still in my mouth.

"Shut up, dude. I can't do this if you don't stop talking," Spencer complained.

Although he said that he couldn't get a boner while Zac was nagging by my side, he was getting there and it meant so much to me. As it's happened before, I acknowledged that that hardon was taking shape because of me. It belonged to me and it also made me proud. I didn't have time and that wasn't the perfect environment for me to think about the different textures and flavours that Spencer's dick had or about how I realized that sucking a soft dick could be fun too as I understood it represented a whole different experience in itself.

Sucking on a soft dick allows the cocksucker to easily smell the suckee's pubes which I believed to be different depending on who I sucked. I must say I wasn't used to that part and the idea that I was sniffing another dude's pubes disturbed me more than the dick in my mouth. The same goes for the balls on my chin. The soft dick gives the cocksucker the perfect idea of his purpose and a good idea of what makes that dick different from the others. A vicarious experience a true cocksucker must go through either in the beginning or at the end of the sucking process.

It sounds weird to suggest a guy, who claims to be straight, can think about the small details of cocksucking but I imagined that it happened due to my personality. I wanted to be part of a team so I could have friends, be around other guys my age, but also because I needed to stop overthinking and enjoy my experience at uni. I've always been the overthinking kind of man. When I sucked dick I had all these images crossing my mind because of the way I analysed it. Above that, though, I believe that by overthinking the nasty details of the dicks I sucked I separated myself and my integrity from the experience. The more I thought about the science of dicksucking the more I preserved my thinning pride. In other words, the thoughts worked as a defence of my fragile ego. If I stopped thinking and let lust drive me, I'd be assuming that beyond the mechanical act of bobbing my head up and down, I was enjoying it.

The last time I sucked Zac while he touched my dick, I realized I didn't think too much about taste and smell because I was dragged into the sucking process by having fun. It felt so good my mind couldn't focus on the details as it was doing now.

"You're doing a great job, Buns. Look at Spencer. You can tell he's enjoying this a lot," Zac whispered in my ear.

By now, Spencer's dick was totally hard and everyone could see the 3 or 4 inches of hard meat sticking out of my mouth. I looked at his face and was happy with what I saw. Spencer had his eyes closed but his head was directed at me by a pillow under his head. The muscles on his forehead and cheeks moved with each suction I made in some sort of a rhythmic dance while he suppressed moans by biting his lip. Every time my tongue found its way into his foreskin onto the sensitive head of his cock he bit his lip harder. I wondered if that meant I was doing a good job or if maybe it meant he was uncomfortable with the way I explored the hidden glans of his penis.

"Deeper," Spencer whispered when his right hand landed on the back of my head and pushed me lower on his cock.

My tongue flattened to give way for his cock to move in a little deeper until I got about 3 inches inside and the tip brushed against my tonsil. I've learned from the times I sucked Zac that that was the point where I had to relax or I'd gag. Spencer pushed a little harder but I fought him because I knew this wasn't happening.

"What's wrong?" Zac asked from beside me. His head still close to mine in a way that made me comfortable although sucking a cock with an audience. I believe Zac wanted to help me overcome the problem that came from having people around but it was impossible to pretend there were no sounds in the background.

"I can't focus," I spoke as soon as Spencer's cock left my mouth. I tried to move back further but Spencer's hand didn't let me, so I left the tip of his cock resting against my lower lip.

"Why not?"

"People are watching me."

"We can do this, Buns. C'mon, put that dick in your mouth again and let's do this together, ok?"

I had no idea what he meant by that. Zac wasn't sucking anything and I couldn't possibly share that cock with him.

"Yeah, be a good mate and get that cock deeper into your mouth," he spoke when his hand landed on the back of my neck. "Forget about the rest. Think it's only you and me," he whispered in my ear.

I mumbled a few sounds as I tried to say I couldn't do that when Spencer's cock reached my tonsil again. Both hands on my head and neck wouldn't push me further but wouldn't let me off either.

"Let it rest there, bud. No one is forcing you, see? Seal your lips around that dick and suckle on it. Let your saliva mix with Spencer's juices and swallow it."

I had my eyes open and turned to Zac. I couldn't see much of his face but the lust was still clear for anyone to see. He was enjoying this as much as Spencer. With his head still close to mine and his mouth whispering calming words into my ear, he moved around me and onto my back. His naked torso connected to my naked back and his covered crotch against my covered ass. The fabric of our shorts was thin enough to let me feel the outline of his dick resting on my butt. As I should've imagined, Zac was hard which was just proof of his arousal. It wasn't just fun, he was sexually involved in the head I was giving to Spencer.

His approach took me by surprise and the touch of our bodies made me react. I tried to back off but it was now even harder than before. Zac's body had me locked in that position and there was no way I could overpower him.

"Relax, Buns," he put one hand around my neck and the other on my chest around my nipple, "swallow those juices."

I managed to move a little bit off and swallow the saliva I had accumulated and it did taste like cock. Spencer should be leaking into my mouth from the moment I first let him inside. Zac felt my throat expanding and retracting as I drank Spencer's juice. He pinched my nipple and kissed my neck which startled me.

"Yeah. You're doing great."

Zac's right hand travelled along my right arm until it stopped on my hand and brought it to Spencer's right nipple.

"Your man is too worried about the people watching him and he can't focus. You gotta make him forget there are people around. Play with his nipples and make him think he's somewhere else."

I was the one worried about all those people watching me, not Spencer. I was the one who needed to forget I had an audience witnessing my degradation. I was the one sucking a dick!

Once I started working on Spencer's nipple, Zac returned his right hand to my nipple while his left hand moved along my left arm until it stopped on my left hand. He brought it over until I had it close to Spencer's balls.

"Nurse those balls and help Spencer leak more precum in your mouth. We need to make him leak more, right? You may want lots of lube if you want to swallow his dick."

I wasn't so sure if I really wanted Spencer to leak more precum in my mouth or if I wanted to swallow his dick. Somehow, I did not but there was that notion of pride that still drove me. I found Pam on my side doing an apparently average job on Will and I was convinced I could do much better than her. The thing is should I let them know I was a great cocksucker? I worked so hard to prove my worth to Zac and get his acknowledgment but that was a sense of pride I should keep to myself, right? I didn't need that in my CV. As a matter of fact, why did I want to be recognized as a great cocksucker after all?

Still, feeling like I had a mission to accomplish, I held Spencer's balls and massaged them carefully as if they were my own. He had them shaved and smooth. Two tight balls in a stretched sack that wasn't too big but was full and heavy.

"Tighten your lips around his shaft and bob your head a little bit to get those juices running. Let him fill your mouth."

Slowly, Zac started to hump my back but it didn't bother much me because Spencer was keeping me busy as I tried to interpret his reactions. I looked up to watch his face again and noticed he had his eyes open now but he wasn't looking at me. There was something going on on the other corner of the room.

"Fuck, that's hot," Spencer said about whatever was going on over there.

"Yeah, go for it," Brendan spoke from behind me.

I wanted to turn around and see what was happening, but Zac's body and Spencer's hand wouldn't let me.

"It's ok, Buns," Zac spoke to me. "Angie and Vic are making out. Just a kiss," he was still so close to me but I could feel from the way he talked that he was watching the girls too. "I don't think you'd want to see that, right? Not when you're doing the same. You're so lucky, dude. I mean, it's obvious Spencer wouldn't kiss you coz that's what chicks do. But he trusts you enough to let you suck his dick. I'm sure he wouldn't let any other dude suck his cock, but he let you."

There were so many things wrong with what he had just said. First of all, from the way he spoke it felt like I was the one who asked Spencer to let me suck his dick. This shouldn't be true, but... Somehow, it was right. After all, I volunteered and no one had forced me to do that. But still, I was convinced that that wasn't completely honest. Second, not only chicks kiss each other, but Juan kissed me too and he was definitely not a chick. Third, this shouldn't be normal. That could've been the end of his senseless speech, but he wasn't done. Of course, not.

"Kissing on the lips is shit only fags do," Zac softly continued speaking into my ear in a low and calm voice. "When a nice dude wants to show affection to another, he gets down on his knees and sucks his bud's dick like you're doing. You're a nice submissive dude who wants to make his buds feel nice. Admit it, Buns. You're sucking cock now because you want to make Spencer happy. Look at him. He's above the clouds right now and you're doing this to him with your magic mouth."

There were sounds of slurping fluids as the chicks progressed with their passionate kiss behind me but I was instantly drawn back to Spencer and his closed eyes. He arched his back and gently touched my head as he stopped watching the girls. Our connection was unique and different from what normal friends do. I honestly didn't know what was going on with me but I felt fine and, beyond everything, I got what I so much longed for: I got acceptance from my peers. I started playing volleyball to be accepted and acknowledged by my teammates. I wanted to be surrounded by guys I could call friends. This wasn't what I had in mind but, although on my knees sucking cock, I was embraced by a warm feeling of appraisal and even respect. Gosh, I was there with a shaved body wearing a pair of tiny shorts after showing my asshole to those people and still feeling respected. There should have something wrong with me.

I can't deny I was feeling alright there as if sucking another dude's dick was perfectly normal. Spencer opened his eyes and found mine staring back at him. We remained looking at each other for a few seconds until I heard his voice coming straight into my brain. He didn't move his lips. We were connected in such a way I could hear his thoughts.

`You're doing great. Massage the head with the roof of your mouth and lick the base with the tip of your tongue.'

I knew that that's what made him shiver from all techniques I'd tried to that moment. I focused on those two moves and saw Spencer arching his back again while his hand grabbed me by the hair. Slowly but firmly he moved it up and down deep enough to get his dick touching my tonsil but not into my throat.

"Let him do with you as he please, Buns," Zac's hand was now on my neck but it soon moved down to my lower back. "You're the star, but Spencer is your god."

This last sentence summarised with impressive precision the way I saw myself among those people. I was a reluctant star that bent the knees before a god-like figure.

As time went by, I started feeling comfortable with the situation. Different from the moment when I had the spotlight turned to me, now I was blending in with the rest of the group. The cock in my mouth didn't feel wrong anymore. No one was making fun of me. On the contrary, I was being praised and celebrated for the skills I fought so hard to improve on Zac's dick. Well, I was a great cocksucker after all and somehow my will to be the best was paying off. This could go on forever, but we all knew the show would end sooner or later. However, before the grand finale, I heard the door opening and a voice that struck me.

"What's up, assholes," it was fucking Craig entering the room. I couldn't see him but he wasn't alone. I tried to withdraw but a bunch of hands stopped me. "I brought some more beer. Fuck, this place smells like dick. What the fuck is going on here?"

Damn it, I needed to explain myself but couldn't move. I had my mouth full of dick and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And, trust me, I did fight. Those guys overpowered me effortlessly. I guess Brendan had joined Spencer and Zac to keep my body still while I drooled over Spencer's pubes and balls.

"Just a stupid bet," Brendan started explaining. It didn't take him long to tell the whole story to the point where I was there with my body shaved and on my knees sucking cock beside Pam who was doing her job with surgical precision.

"Just fucking cum, mother fucker!" Craig was yelling and I didn't know what was happening.

"I would have if everyone was looking at me," Spencer answered with a low moan that followed his last word.

Craig came to my other side after dropping the cans of beer he brought on the floor and joined Zac on his instructions.

"Lick the part under his balls. I know he likes it," his hand took control of my head and took me to a place I couldn't see myself in. I had Spencer's balls on my nose while I licked the path that led to his crack.

"Don't... Fuck!" Spencer was yelling.

"Shut up! You won't make us lose this shit," then Craig returned to me. "Stroke his cock and go back to sucking when you feel his dick twitching. You'll get him to cum in no time."

"How do you know that?" Zac asked the same question I started wondering about.

"We've fucked chicks together. Every single bitch struggles to get him off coz he's uncut till I saw a whore doing this to him and he came in seconds. The asshole enjoyed a tongue down there."

Zac and Craig were laughing and making fun of Spencer who couldn't talk back as his body started shaking once my tongue touched the spot Craig indicated. The smell of balls was strong and overpowering. My brain fought the idea I had gone so low but, again, when I noticed the power I had over that man, I couldn't stop. Somehow, it was only the two of us there. The room would go silent in my mind whenever I felt his body reacting to my hand and tongue.

"He should be doing this naked," I heard Bern from behind me. He was close but I couldn't tell how near me he was. "We had agreed that he'd be naked around us."

"Not now, dude," Zac defended me. At least, I had Zac on my side.

Bern didn't insist but he was still behind me adding to the pressure I was already feeling from Spencer, Craig, and Zac.

"Get back to his cock, Buns. He's gonna cum soon," Craig guided me with his hand still on my hair driving my head back onto his friend's dick.

I don't know how many hands I had on my head but I guess Bern, Zac and Craig were having fun using me to get Spencer off. As for Spencer, he was having small spasms on the bed as his muscles contracted and relaxed as he approached his orgasm. On his left side, Will started moaning louder too which indicated he should be getting closer too.

"Don't you dare to cum," Craig yelled.

"I... I can't..." Will was biting his finger and slapping his face but there wasn't much he could do.

Spencer held me by the ears and stopped the motions when I felt the first jet hitting the roof of my mouth. It was thick, warm, bitter man juice. The jet wasn't too strong but it was definitely voluminous. I could feel Spencer unloading in my mouth from the way his balls, which I was holding with my right hand, pulsed and twitched. He was still holding me and didn't release my hair until he was done. I withdrew slowly being careful not to let his cum out of my mouth. I pulled the skin of his dick downward to make sure I cleaned the head too and that made him move his body around as he complained it was too sensitive. I ended up letting a part of his juice fall onto his thigh but still had a mouthful to present to the others. I quickly turned my head in their direction just to find Pam with her tongue bathed in Will's jizz. One of the girls gave her a piece of paper that she used to spit her boyfriend's cum before flashing us the biggest of the smiles.

"Too late, honey," Pam spoke victoriously.

I was devastated. I looked around to find Zac patting my back in a friendly manner.

"It's ok. We all saw you did your best," he smiled shyly. "Go on, you deserve it. You worked so hard for that load."

For a second, I didn't know what he was talking about, but he reminded me.

"I don't think Spencer will mind if you swallow it. Go on. You did a good job and you deserve your prize even if you lost the bet."

Of course, I deserved that. I swallowed Spencer's jizz but I soon regretted it. Pam had spat her boyfriend's cum while I drank the baby batter from a guy a barely knew. That wasn't a small deal. Everyone was staring at me in a way no one did while I sucked Spencer. Apparently, drinking cum was a lot more impactful and revealing than sucking cock. Something was telling me Zac knew this would happen and instead of warning me not to swallow he made sure I did.

"Did you just...?" Pam was about to ask, but she stopped. "Anyway, we won and you guys know the deal. Now, live with it."

"Wait," Craig still had his eyes on me but he gradually turned to her, "what do you need to undo the deal? We can't say what happened here to the coach. He's gonna kill us or worse."

"Well, the deal was we would get to train in your court while you would use ours. You know we don't get to use a court as good as yours because we can't afford it. There are other courts there that are great too and we wouldn't mind using them. So, pay for them and you can still use yours as if nothing happened."

"That's not cheap," Spencer spoke from the bed as he propped up on his elbows while his dick softened across his pubes leaving a trace of cum that still leaked from the tip onto his skin.

"Not my problem," she looked at her friends, "I need to wash my mouth. Should we go back?"

"Yeah, not much else to do here," Vic grinned conspicuously while the girls got ready to leave and just like that crossed the door leaving us boys behind defeated and speechless.

Once the last girl walked out and closed the door behind her, Craig looked at Spencer with the eyes burning from pure rage.

"It was your fault, wasn't it?" He menacingly pointed his finger at the other's face, "you and your fucking bets. Was this your idea? You gotta pay for this shit. I'm not telling Lane what happened here. You deal with this."

Spencer was swallowing stones when Craig faced him. I knew how difficult it was when Craig was upset and I felt sorry for Spencer. Who would know the girls played Fifa better than us? I doubt anyone saw that coming. The guy was just trying to have some fun and now Craig wanted him to pay for his mistake.

"I'll raise the money," I spoke out of pity for Spencer.

"How?" Craig was astonished and, somehow, so was I.

"I'll figure it out. Just give me a day or two to make sure I can do this. I think I can."

"Well, I don't think that's a problem. But give me an answer ASAP coz we gotta find a way out of this."

I could see the guys smiling and nodding positively as if I'd done a good job. They were proud of me. Gosh, I was so proud of myself.

I rushed to my room feeling the air touching my body in ways I couldn't recognise. I've never been shaved before and the sensation was different. Somehow, I felt now really naked although still wearing my shorts. I'd say exposed and vulnerable. That's the meaning of body hair for a guy like me.

Once in my room, I went for my backpack and searched it thoroughly. I took all there was inside and after examining each of the loose sheets of paper I found what I wanted. It was David's card. The guy who had said he'd love to make films with me and Juan kissing. I couldn't still comprehend the implications of being recorded in such intimate actions with another guy but probably it wasn't that bad. I've been watched before and probably David had a few ideas on how to hide my identity. I had to at least give it a try. I dialled his number. It was ringing.

"Hello?" I heard a man on the other side of the line as I grabbed Greg hoping it would help me to go through this.

------------------------ End of chapter 08

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