Fantasy Football Punishment

I'm on the road today, so Ivygate will be posted on Monday. For now, enjoy this one parter!

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

The Fantasy Football League was the highlight of the year for most of us. I know it sounds sad, but it's true. For those who don't know what it is, it's pretty straight forward. You create your own football team using real players, and win points throughout the season. There were five of us in our group, so naturally, we competed against each other.

Dylan was arguably the most competitive. As a six foot three, nineteen year old gym addict, he couldn't handle being on the losing side of anything, let alone the most important league of the year.

Jake did it for the laughs. He wasn't particularly interested in football, as he was more of a swimmer, but he liked to play along. He had always reminded me of a surfer, with his messy blond hair and sun kissed skin.

Brody was the youngest of us. The eighteen year old was the baby of the group, and we treated him as such. He was the shortest, too, and we rarely let him forget that.

Brandon was my best friend. We'd been close since kindergarten, and I had to admit, that even though I wasn't gay, he was easily the most handsome of us.

Lastly, there was me. Nineteen, relatively well built, and a passion for all things fitness. Brandon and I played on the same soccer team, which is one of the many reasons why we were so close.

But back to the Fantasy Football League. It had already been running for months, and we were coming painfully close to the end. Dylan and Brandon were tied at the top, and with one game left, Brody and I were battling it out to escape from the bottom position.

It might sound silly that we were literally stressing out as we sat in Brandon's living room, but there was more to winning and losing than what it may have seemed. You see, coming last in the group meant one thing, and that was the dreaded Fantasy Football Punishment.

Every group of guys did it. A simple Google search will bring up hundreds of punishments that people have come up with over the years. They range from simple humiliations like doing a dance for the group or getting your body waxed, to more intense punishments such as getting a tattoo or doing the dreaded Beer Mile.

The winner, on the other hand, was the lucky person who got to decide on the punishment. Last year, Dylan decided that Brody's punishment consisted of wearing a short pink dress to the bar, and the results were, admittedly, hilarious.

The other three watched on as Brody and I sweated it out during the final minutes of the game. As it stood, I'd beat him by a point, so I was already teasing him about which dress he'd wear that evening. Alas, with minutes to go, Brody got the upper hand, and I felt my stomach drop as I finished in last place.

"Don't worry" Dylan grinned, slapping me on the back, "I'll let you keep your undies on under the dress". I scowled, the rest of them choked with laughter.

The beer flowed as the final game played on the television. Much like Brody and I, Dylan and Brandon fought it out until the final seconds. In the end, I was thankful that it was my closest friend who took the top spot, because I was certain that he'd go easy on me.

"So what's it gonna be?" Brody asked excitedly, as we sat around chugging beers. Brandon considered it as he looked at me.

"I'm not wearing a dress!" I barked, as Jake tussled my hair.

"You'll do whatever you're told" he laughed, and it was true. Failure to follow through with the punishment meant instant dismissal from all future Fantasy Football Leagues, and that was something that I'd never let happen.

"Why don't we switch things up a bit?" Brandon finally said, and we all listened. "Well, I'm just saying" he continued, and I couldn't help but sense that he was acting a bit strange. "Every year we do the same dumb punishments. Hell, we've been shaving our heads and doing silly dances since we were thirteen. We're all men now".

"What are you saying?" Dylan scoffed, shotgunning a beer.

"Just... Well, why don't we make this punishment one to remember?"

I was feeling increasingly uneasy as we all looked around at each other.

"So" he said, swallowing, "this years punishment is that you have to make each of us cum".

The silence that followed the sentence was deafening. I was sure that I'd misheard him, and apparently, so was everybody else.

"Sorry, what the fuck did you just say?" Dylan asked.

"What?" Brandon shrugged, "we're not kids anymore, and who's gonna know?"

"Uh... We are?" Brody almost choked.

"Dude, are you gay?" Jake gawped, and I was inclined to wonder the same.

"No, but what's the harm in messing around?" He continued. Brandon was like that. He didn't care what other people thought about him, which is one of the reasons I liked him so much, but this seemed like a step too far.

"Bro, this does sound pretty gay" I finally said, and he shrugged again.

"You don't have to" he said, "but I think it would be a memorable punishment, don't you?"

It would certainly be memorable, but for all the wrong reasons. I grimaced as an unwanted image crossed my mind, of making one of them cum.

"Yeah, I don't think so" I said, and laughed as I looked around at the others.

"It would be different" Brody snorted.

"Yeah, I suppose" Jake said, and my eyes widened.

"Guys, what the fuck?!"

"Maybe he's right" Dylan said, "I mean, it's only gay if other people find out".

I couldn't believe my ears. Most of the guys had girlfriends, and even Brody, who didn't, was completely straight. I began to wonder if I was losing my mind.

"So what do you say, Danny?" Brandon asked, "are you gonna do it, or will you be the first person to refuse a punishment?"

I looked around again. The four of them stared at me with shit-eating grins on their faces. What the fuck was happening? Were they seriously suggesting that this was going to be my actual punishment?

"You're fucking with me" I said, when I couldn't think of anything else. Brandon shook his head, and I lowered mine. "You want me to suck your dicks?"

"Nobody said anything about how you do it" Dylan beamed, slapping my back again, "but that's the idea, yeah".

"I don't know" Brody said, and I was hoping that he was going to be the only one to see sense. "I can't cum from a blowjob, just sex".

I choked out some words that even I didn't understand, and the rest of them laughed.

"So?" Brandon pushed, and I rubbed my face.

"You guys suck" I groaned, but I couldn't deny that there was a small part of me that was feeling somewhat excited.

They all cheered and shoved me, and I was still trying to work out if this was some sort of weird prank.

"I guess you can start with me" Brandon said, "so do you want it up your ass or down your throat?"

I grimaced. The idea was repulsive, but sucking a dick sounded far better than taking one in my ass.

"If anybody finds out about this" I started, but Brody interrupted.

"Nobody ever hears about this, right?" The others agreed, and Brandon got to his feet and stood before me.

"This is so fucking gay" I groaned, and stared at his crotch in front of me. I could see the outline of his dick, and winced as I imagined myself sucking it.

"Well let's get this going" he laughed, and grabbed his bulge before shaking it. The others laughed, too.

I took a breath. Then another one. Reluctantly, I reached my hand out until my fingers brushed off the outline and I shivered.

"Oh man up" Dylan laughed, and dragged Brandon's shorts down to reveal his thick, veined cock which was already half hard. My eyes widened as I gawped again.

There was no point delaying the inevitable. I had three more cocks to go after this, so I grabbed his dick in my hand and they all exploded with laughter.

"Real funny" I growled, feeling him swell.

"Awh don't listen to them" Brandon teased, stroking my hair as I stroked his dick. "Just get it in there".

"Fuck you" I snapped, but I was already getting hard, myself! I jerked his heavy rod until it stood at seven inches or so, and took one final breath before putting it into my mouth.

The feeling was unlike anything I'd expected. There was a sharp salty flavour from his bulbous helmet, and as soon as my tongue brushed off it, a bead of pre poured out. Part of me wanted to recoil and vomit, but the other part enjoyed it.

"Fuck" he gasped, holding my head and pulling me slowly down his shaft. "That actually feels good!"

I shouldn't have been pleased with the compliment, but as I slowly started to bob on my best friend's cock, I couldn't help it. Every gasp and moan that I forced out of him, made my own dick harder, and after a few minutes, Brandon's legs were shaking.

"Yo, I'm not kidding" he moaned, fucking my mouth, "this is the best blowjob I've ever had!"

"Well hurry up and cum" Dylan said, "you're making me horny over here".

"Now that is gay" Brody laughed, but I wasn't listening to them anymore. My mind was solely focused on the ridiculous amount of pre-cum that was pouring down my throat.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He gasped, and held my head as he humped.

I gagged and choked until a tsunami of hot sperm burst into my mouth and began to drain down my throat. I gulped and gulped, and continued to run my tongue along his wet cock head, until finally he pulled out and stared at me in awe.

"No fucking way is that the first blowjob you've ever given!"

I wiped my mouth and found myself wanting more. I don't know what the fuck had happened, but now I was hungry for it.

"I wanna go now" Dylan said, nudging a half naked, still shocked Brandon out of the way. Before I knew it, I was presented with a second, much larger cock.

"Start sucking, loser" he grinned, and slapped his heavy tool across my cheek. I considered insulting him back, but my thirst for cum was too strong. I lipped his rod into my mouth and began to suck on him, just like I had with Brandon.

"I need to stick it in his ass" Brody said, and for a reason I'll never know, I decided to let him.

I kept Dylan's large cock in my mouth as I adjusted my body until I was on my hands and knees on the sofa. I pushed my ass out to let him know that he could use it however he wanted, and obviously he realised.

"Oh shit" I heard him say, "he's actually letting me!"

As I continued to gag on Dylan's huge cock, I felt the back of my shorts being pulled down. Nobody had ever seen that area of my body, so it felt insane when his thumb pushed against my hole. I groaned as it slipped inside.

"Damn, he's tight" he said, which was unsurprising considering nothing had ever gone inside me before.

As Brody slowly fingered me, I couldn't help but moan onto Dylan's rod. I felt my own dick leak copiously into my underwear until Brody pulled them down completely.

"I think he likes this" he said, and much to my surprise, grabbed my rigid boner and slowly stroked it as he fingered me.

"I think we've gotten to the point where this is actually gay" Jake said, and I couldn't disagree. I was sucking a dick and having my ass and cock worked by one of my best friends.

"Who cares?" Brandon said, and took over my cock as Brody lined himself up.

"I guess you're right" Jake laughed, and pushed in beside Dylan who was now breathing heavily. "Let me have a go".

His pants were already down to his ankles. His cock wasn't as big as Dylan's, and he was shaved smooth, but he pushed his erection down toward my face, and I immediately slurped it into my mouth.

"Shit, you weren't lying" he grunted, thrusting into my throat.

I was quite thankful that Brody's cock seemed to be consistent with his body. He was neither large nor small, but somewhere in between, and when it pushed through my sphincter it wasn't as painful as I had expected.

"Oh fuck, he's so tight" he gasped, grabbing my hips as he fucked me.

"You gonna cum?" Brandon asked, still jerking me, "huh? You gonna show us all how much you're enjoying this?"

He was teasing me. His wet hand sped up and the sloppy sloshing sound filled the room between my sucking and gagging.

"See can you make these guys cum before I make you cum" he chuckled, "otherwise we might have to think of another punishment for you".

I groaned. I sped up on Jake's cock, and switched to Dylan's a few seconds later. Brody fucked me harder and harder, and I did my best to stave off the orgasm that was moments away.

"I'm gonna cum in his ass!" Brody eventually moaned, as his balls bounced off me, and Brandon jerked quicker as he spilled his warm load deep into my bowels.

"Me too!" Dylan growled, and grabbed my head, holding it all the way down his cock until I felt his prick expand, and suddenly I was drowning in salty cum.

I knew it was about to happen. Brandon's hand was like magic, and as he squeezed my swollen helmet, I couldn't help but orgasm.

"Wehay!" He cheered, pointing my cock back between my legs so my load shot onto Brody.

No sooner than my own seed had been spilled, Jake blasted his nut across my face. I instantly lapped at it as it drooled down my lips, before falling onto my stomach and trying to catch my breath.

"He came before I did" Jake said proudly, squeezing the last of his cum onto the back of my head. "So what's his punishment?"

I lay there, still gasping and confused as to how I'd just enjoyed that as much as I had, before Brandon spoke again.

"Maybe we should make this a weekly thing until next year" he grinned, slapping my ass, "and then the loser next year can take over".

I was glad that they couldn't see me, because a smile slowly spread across my face.