........'Come on then, girls,' urged Rich confidently, 'who was best in bed?'
Both girls turned to Rich and ran their hands over his sweating body and down to his now flaccid cock.
'Mmm you were! You're amazing.'
Sean was gutted. He'd not lost a shagging challenge for ages and now he'd been shown up by a team captain. He knew the forfeit would be bad. So he was surprised when Rich continued laying on the bed and told Sean to put his Superman costume back on. Doing as he was told, Sean, struggled back into the lycra suit, the heat of his sweating sexed body making it more difficult. Once he was done, Rich slid off the bed, taking the girls with him, one in each arm.
'Lay down.'
Defeated, Sean got on the bed and Rich took his wrists and tied them to the bed frame. Sean wondered if he was going to leave him there all night for his team to come and rescue in the morning. He put his head back on the pillow in a mixture of annoyance and shame.
'So Seany...' grinned Rich, standing over him, 'you ever had a facial?'
'Why would I need a facial?' Sean asked, confused.
'Ever had a cream pie?'
'What d'you mean? Like a custard pie?'
The team captain laughed at the younger player's innocence, pulled out his mobile and began to film Sean tied to the bed.
'No mate, a rugby cream pie is when you lose a shagging challenge and the winner comes all over your handsome face.'
An expression of horror shot across Sean's face.
'Now that is the look I wanted to see,' grinned Rich.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and three of the other players who'd been drinking with Rich gambolled in, wearing just their boxers and clearly drunk.
'Good one mate!' they congratulated their team captain.
'Great, you've invited your friends to watch,' commented Sean unamused.
Rich laughed again, still filming.
'Nah mate. You see, you played fucking well today. And on top of that, you're a cocky bastard, you're dressed as Superman, and you've got a massive cock,' at this point he gave Sean's bulge a squeeze, making his mates cheer, before continuing, 'so they're gonna join in!'
Sean's jaw dropped.
'How embarrassing is it gonna be Seany knowing your ex Sophie is gonna get to see you being jizzed on by four guys? And then there's your teammates getting to watch it too!'
Involuntarily, Sean struggled against the binds that were tying him to the bed. The lads laughed some more.
'If it makes it any easier, mate,' added Rich moving closer, 'I had your deputy Deano like this last year!'
Sean couldn't believe what he was hearing but then Rich flicked his camera round, pressed a button, and there was Deano's handsome face filling the screen, eyes closed, and suddenly a spurt of jizz streaked across his face, followed by much laughter off camera. Sean couldn't help but smile; at least he'd seen Deano's humiliation before his own took place.
'So this is Jimmy, Shane, and Pint-glass,' Rich nodded across to the lads as he slapped the girls on their arses as a sign to make the boys feel welcome. 'Do you know why we call him pint-glass, Seany?'
The lads were beginning to drop their boxers for the girls.
'Let me guess, his dick can fill a pint glass?' answered Sean coolly.
'Nah mate,' laughed Rich. The girls were now bent down, wanking and sucking the visitors, and Pint-glass didn't look particularly big although he had massive balls.
'It's cos when he comes he can fill a pint glass. But you'll see what I mean in a minute!'
Soon the four guys were all standing around the bed, their dicks hard and ready to squirt. Sean looked vainly around the room, hoping some how he could avert the inevitable.
'Right, I'll go first,' Rich instructed, 'then you two, and then we'll finish with Pint-glass. When did you last have a wank mate?'
Pint-glass grinned, 'Three days ago – I've been saving up just in case.'
The four men burst out laughing. They looked incredibly pleased with themselves. Rich began a commentary over the video he was making of Sean.
'Here he is then, the big man himself, Sean. Thinks he's Superman but... he certainly ain't that in bed. So here's his punishment for being such a shit lay.'
Sean closed his eyes as Rich climbed on the bed and lowered himself over Sean's face.
'Humiliation! A dish best served... creamy!'
Rich laughed and suddenly Sean felt a thick streak of spunk splat against his face, followed by cheers from the other three men.
'Go on lads, either side of him!'
And then he felt more come spattering against his cheeks. He could feel it, thick and gluey, sliding slowly down his face.
The three men then took up the chant of 'Pint-glass! Pint-glass!'
Suddenly he heard Pint-glass grunt and felt as if someone had thrown a cake at his face. There was cheering and laughing and he felt his wrists being untied. The opposition team mates hoisted him to his feet.
'Look at that Seany!'
He opened his eyes, blinking through the salty sting and saw himself in the mirror. His face was absolutely drenched in thick white jizz and it was slowly dripping down his face and neck and into the lycra costume. Before he knew what was happening, the four guys hoisted him into the air and began to carry him out of the room and down the corridor.
Soon they were outside, running across one of the grassy quadrangles. Eventually they reached a path that ran around the rugby clubhouse. The four guys brought him to his feet, pressed him against a lamppost and tied his hands above him. They ran off, shouting and cheering in victory.
'Alright mate...'
Sean was brought out of his own embarrassed misery by the sound of Rob's voice. He looked to his right and there was his mate, similarly tied to a lamppost, still wearing his Thor costume but his head and chest drenched in treacle.
'Huh?' Sean was so surprised to see him he didn't know what to say.
'Shagging challenge like you I guess,' added Rob.
'Me too.'
Sean turned to the left with continuing shock to see Will also tied to a lamppost. He'd turned up at the club as the Incredible Hulk, wearing torn denim shorts and his impressive body covered in green paint. The opposition had left him hanging but they'd pulled his shorts and boxers down to show off his unpainted cock and balls. His comparatively white genitals seemed to shine in the moonlight, emphasising just how small Will was in his cold, shrunken state.
'What did they do to you?' Will asked glumy.
'Um...' Sean wondered whether to lie and then realised there was no point. 'Four of them came over my face.'
'No way!' Rob was choking back laughter which actually helped the situation.
'Fuckers!' added Will.
The three rugby hunks hung from the lampposts as various random people passed and took pictures. Used to being the most impressive men on display in most situations, they were gutted to be shown up like this. Positioning them in front of the rugby club, there was also a clear message that the opposition had been beaten on the field but they certainly hadn't been beaten on it.
'How long do you reckon we'll be here?' asked Will.
'All night I guess,' replied Sean, fairly depressed, 'until lads from the club see us and help us.'
'My cock'll look fucking tiny by then.'
'Mate it looks tiny all the time,' giggled Rob.
Sean started to laugh then heard a faint voice, calling tentatively through the darkness.
'Sean... is that you?'
'Oh thank God!' exclaimed Sean, recognising Ash's voice, 'Over here mate!'
Ash appeared through the darkness, a look of shock and amusement on his face.
'What the fuck?!'
'Long story mate – untie us yeah.'
Ash went behind Sean and looked up at his wrists tied above his head.
'I don't think I can reach that.'
'Hurry the fuck up,' cut in Rob.
'Shut the fuck up Rob,' shot back Sean aggressively, 'Ash is gonna help so don't be a cunt.'
Rob dropped his head, annoyed at being told off but also ashamed at his behaviour.
'So mate,' encouraged Sean, 'just put your hands on my shoulders and kind of climb up my back.'
Ash did as he was told and gradually managed to untie Sean. Stepping back, Ash watched Sean help his mates. He couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at Will's small-looking cock; he'd somehow presumed all rugby guys would be a bit big and he suppressed a laugh as Will hastily pulled up his boxers and his denim shorts.
'Ash, I've said it before, you are a fucking diamond. We owe you one! Right, I need a fucking shower.'
Sean set off at quite a pace, followed by Ash and Will. Then all three stopped and turned back to Rob who was following very very slowly.
'I thought you was in a rush!' Sean called back.
'Yeah, I...'
'Come on then,' added Will.
Still Rob shuffled forward.
'What the fuck are you doing?' asked Sean.
'I just... well...' Rob looked increasingly embarrassed.
'What?!'
'Oh fucking alright then! They didn't just tip treacle over my head, they stuck a carrot up my arse!'
Sean, Will and Ash were silent for a moment. Then all three burst out laughing.
'It was only small one!' Rob blurted out to increased laughter. 'Fuckers!' he moaned at his mates, then gradually broke into a smile.
Both girls turned to Rich and ran their hands over his sweating body and down to his now flaccid cock.
'Mmm you were! You're amazing.'
Sean was gutted. He'd not lost a shagging challenge for ages and now he'd been shown up by a team captain. He knew the forfeit would be bad. So he was surprised when Rich continued laying on the bed and told Sean to put his Superman costume back on. Doing as he was told, Sean, struggled back into the lycra suit, the heat of his sweating sexed body making it more difficult. Once he was done, Rich slid off the bed, taking the girls with him, one in each arm.
'Lay down.'
Defeated, Sean got on the bed and Rich took his wrists and tied them to the bed frame. Sean wondered if he was going to leave him there all night for his team to come and rescue in the morning. He put his head back on the pillow in a mixture of annoyance and shame.
'So Seany...' grinned Rich, standing over him, 'you ever had a facial?'
'Why would I need a facial?' Sean asked, confused.
'Ever had a cream pie?'
'What d'you mean? Like a custard pie?'
The team captain laughed at the younger player's innocence, pulled out his mobile and began to film Sean tied to the bed.
'No mate, a rugby cream pie is when you lose a shagging challenge and the winner comes all over your handsome face.'
An expression of horror shot across Sean's face.
'Now that is the look I wanted to see,' grinned Rich.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and three of the other players who'd been drinking with Rich gambolled in, wearing just their boxers and clearly drunk.
'Good one mate!' they congratulated their team captain.
'Great, you've invited your friends to watch,' commented Sean unamused.
Rich laughed again, still filming.
'Nah mate. You see, you played fucking well today. And on top of that, you're a cocky bastard, you're dressed as Superman, and you've got a massive cock,' at this point he gave Sean's bulge a squeeze, making his mates cheer, before continuing, 'so they're gonna join in!'
Sean's jaw dropped.
'How embarrassing is it gonna be Seany knowing your ex Sophie is gonna get to see you being jizzed on by four guys? And then there's your teammates getting to watch it too!'
Involuntarily, Sean struggled against the binds that were tying him to the bed. The lads laughed some more.
'If it makes it any easier, mate,' added Rich moving closer, 'I had your deputy Deano like this last year!'
Sean couldn't believe what he was hearing but then Rich flicked his camera round, pressed a button, and there was Deano's handsome face filling the screen, eyes closed, and suddenly a spurt of jizz streaked across his face, followed by much laughter off camera. Sean couldn't help but smile; at least he'd seen Deano's humiliation before his own took place.
'So this is Jimmy, Shane, and Pint-glass,' Rich nodded across to the lads as he slapped the girls on their arses as a sign to make the boys feel welcome. 'Do you know why we call him pint-glass, Seany?'
The lads were beginning to drop their boxers for the girls.
'Let me guess, his dick can fill a pint glass?' answered Sean coolly.
'Nah mate,' laughed Rich. The girls were now bent down, wanking and sucking the visitors, and Pint-glass didn't look particularly big although he had massive balls.
'It's cos when he comes he can fill a pint glass. But you'll see what I mean in a minute!'
Soon the four guys were all standing around the bed, their dicks hard and ready to squirt. Sean looked vainly around the room, hoping some how he could avert the inevitable.
'Right, I'll go first,' Rich instructed, 'then you two, and then we'll finish with Pint-glass. When did you last have a wank mate?'
Pint-glass grinned, 'Three days ago – I've been saving up just in case.'
The four men burst out laughing. They looked incredibly pleased with themselves. Rich began a commentary over the video he was making of Sean.
'Here he is then, the big man himself, Sean. Thinks he's Superman but... he certainly ain't that in bed. So here's his punishment for being such a shit lay.'
Sean closed his eyes as Rich climbed on the bed and lowered himself over Sean's face.
'Humiliation! A dish best served... creamy!'
Rich laughed and suddenly Sean felt a thick streak of spunk splat against his face, followed by cheers from the other three men.
'Go on lads, either side of him!'
And then he felt more come spattering against his cheeks. He could feel it, thick and gluey, sliding slowly down his face.
The three men then took up the chant of 'Pint-glass! Pint-glass!'
Suddenly he heard Pint-glass grunt and felt as if someone had thrown a cake at his face. There was cheering and laughing and he felt his wrists being untied. The opposition team mates hoisted him to his feet.
'Look at that Seany!'
He opened his eyes, blinking through the salty sting and saw himself in the mirror. His face was absolutely drenched in thick white jizz and it was slowly dripping down his face and neck and into the lycra costume. Before he knew what was happening, the four guys hoisted him into the air and began to carry him out of the room and down the corridor.
Soon they were outside, running across one of the grassy quadrangles. Eventually they reached a path that ran around the rugby clubhouse. The four guys brought him to his feet, pressed him against a lamppost and tied his hands above him. They ran off, shouting and cheering in victory.
'Alright mate...'
Sean was brought out of his own embarrassed misery by the sound of Rob's voice. He looked to his right and there was his mate, similarly tied to a lamppost, still wearing his Thor costume but his head and chest drenched in treacle.
'Huh?' Sean was so surprised to see him he didn't know what to say.
'Shagging challenge like you I guess,' added Rob.
'Me too.'
Sean turned to the left with continuing shock to see Will also tied to a lamppost. He'd turned up at the club as the Incredible Hulk, wearing torn denim shorts and his impressive body covered in green paint. The opposition had left him hanging but they'd pulled his shorts and boxers down to show off his unpainted cock and balls. His comparatively white genitals seemed to shine in the moonlight, emphasising just how small Will was in his cold, shrunken state.
'What did they do to you?' Will asked glumy.
'Um...' Sean wondered whether to lie and then realised there was no point. 'Four of them came over my face.'
'No way!' Rob was choking back laughter which actually helped the situation.
'Fuckers!' added Will.
The three rugby hunks hung from the lampposts as various random people passed and took pictures. Used to being the most impressive men on display in most situations, they were gutted to be shown up like this. Positioning them in front of the rugby club, there was also a clear message that the opposition had been beaten on the field but they certainly hadn't been beaten on it.
'How long do you reckon we'll be here?' asked Will.
'All night I guess,' replied Sean, fairly depressed, 'until lads from the club see us and help us.'
'My cock'll look fucking tiny by then.'
'Mate it looks tiny all the time,' giggled Rob.
Sean started to laugh then heard a faint voice, calling tentatively through the darkness.
'Sean... is that you?'
'Oh thank God!' exclaimed Sean, recognising Ash's voice, 'Over here mate!'
Ash appeared through the darkness, a look of shock and amusement on his face.
'What the fuck?!'
'Long story mate – untie us yeah.'
Ash went behind Sean and looked up at his wrists tied above his head.
'I don't think I can reach that.'
'Hurry the fuck up,' cut in Rob.
'Shut the fuck up Rob,' shot back Sean aggressively, 'Ash is gonna help so don't be a cunt.'
Rob dropped his head, annoyed at being told off but also ashamed at his behaviour.
'So mate,' encouraged Sean, 'just put your hands on my shoulders and kind of climb up my back.'
Ash did as he was told and gradually managed to untie Sean. Stepping back, Ash watched Sean help his mates. He couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at Will's small-looking cock; he'd somehow presumed all rugby guys would be a bit big and he suppressed a laugh as Will hastily pulled up his boxers and his denim shorts.
'Ash, I've said it before, you are a fucking diamond. We owe you one! Right, I need a fucking shower.'
Sean set off at quite a pace, followed by Ash and Will. Then all three stopped and turned back to Rob who was following very very slowly.
'I thought you was in a rush!' Sean called back.
'Yeah, I...'
'Come on then,' added Will.
Still Rob shuffled forward.
'What the fuck are you doing?' asked Sean.
'I just... well...' Rob looked increasingly embarrassed.
'What?!'
'Oh fucking alright then! They didn't just tip treacle over my head, they stuck a carrot up my arse!'
Sean, Will and Ash were silent for a moment. Then all three burst out laughing.
'It was only small one!' Rob blurted out to increased laughter. 'Fuckers!' he moaned at his mates, then gradually broke into a smile.