First few questions

“Where do we get the pill prescribed to us on campus?” asked a girl.

Noel blinked. “Uh....... Student Health?”

His GT buzzed. Forfeit #1.

Group Forfeit Chosen: Answer one highly embarrassing sexual question, publicly.

Pink Hoodie raised her voice. “What’s your biggest sexual fantasy, Noel?”

The GT forced audio into his throat. He could delay, sure. He could stall. But not forever.

Noel exhaled, cheeks pink. “I... like being tied up.”

Giggles. Camera clicks.

He swallowed. “Like... fully bound. Hands, legs, blindfolded. And used. Just... teased, used. Controlled. I get off on being helpless. Controlled by dominant women.”

Silence for a moment. Then more whispers. Smiles. Girls looking at each other.

Noel’s cock twitched beneath his shorts.

Aria strode ahead through the central quad. She was three stops in and feeling good—until she flubbed a detailed question about the cross-registration rules for athletes in the varsity and intramural teams.

Wrong Answer. Forfeit Activated.

Group Chosen Forfeit: Answer the most embarrassing place you’ve ever masturbated.

Aria froze. One foot forward. Then the slow, resigned exhale.

“It was... the lecture hall. Bio-131.”

Brows raised.

“I lost a GAME. In anatomy. Someone challenged me to do it. During class. With toys.”

The boys stared.

“One of those insertable vibe eggs. Controlled from their GT. I was doing a dissection lecture, and I had to sit still while it buzzed.” She bit her lip.

“It got to a point where I was soaked. Couldn’t focus. Eventually... I put my hand under the desk. I thought I could be subtle. But I came. Really loud.”

There were sounds of awe. Then someone asked, “Did anyone notice?”

She smiled grimly. “The whole front row. Including the professor.”

Another pause. Then clapping. Real clapping.

Another wrong answer—this one about the tampons in the bathroom.

Forfeit 2 Activated.

Group Chosen Forfeit: Describe your most humiliating GAME loss in vivid detail.

Noel groaned. “Fine.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Okay. So... last year, I lost a GAME to the beach volleyball captain. And the consequence was... being her team’s towel boy and do whatever they say. Naked Towel Boy”

There were giggles. But he wasn’t done.

“Which sounds dumb, right? But then they made it an event. Like, they posted it on the campus app, told people to come watch ‘Practice With Noel.’”

He looked away, blushing. “I showed up naked. That was required. And... hard. That part wasn’t.”

The girls were silent now. Hanging on his words.

“They made me hold towels, wipe sweat. They dropped things on purpose so I’d bend over. They made me hydrate them... and help them with sunscreen and oil. Oil myself too”

He glanced up, flushed deep. “And then they took turns. Touching me. Playing with me. Joking. Teasing. There were... I think, fifty people in the crowd by then. And soon they got them involved too.”

“Were you hard the whole time?” someone asked breathlessly.

“Like a fucking flagpole,” he admitted.

Whispers. Some lip bites.

Noel shifted. His cock was definitely stirring again.