Refuse.

You want to refuse, but you figure Sean might just break your neck and you're pretty sure that nobody would stop him. So you tentatively stick out your tongue to lick up the salty, sticky mess you left on the wrestling mat. You can hear sighs of contempt from the class when they see you licking up your own sperm from a wrestling mat and you are even more humiliated.

Sean pushes your head down until your tongue is flat against the mat in the pool of your own come. You finish your distasteful task and Sean releases his grip and walks off to the locker room.

"Okay, class," Coach says, "show's over. Everybody hit the showers." The class files out, still hooting and hollering, leaving just you, Coach, and Miss Beaumont in the gym.

Coach quietly says, "Are you okay, Parker?"