Femboy On the cheerleading team loses bet and gets covered in Cum

Title: “Dripping in Defeat: The Cheerleader’s Harsh Punishment”

Late one night, after a long day of practice, the cheerleading team decided to let loose and have some fun. Among them was Brandon, the youngest and most effeminate member of the squad. With his slender frame, delicate features, and girly demeanor, Brandon often found himself the target of bets and dares from his more macho teammates.

This particular evening, as the team lounged around, drinking and chatting, one of the senior cheerleaders, Chad, turned to Brandon with a mischievous grin.

“You know, Brandon,” Chad said, “You’re always so girly and sensitive. I bet you couldn’t handle even one night of being the manliest man in town.”

Brandon, always eager to prove himself, took the bait. “Oh, yeah? And what makes you think I can’t?”

“It’s simple,” Chad replied. “If you can go a whole night without acting like a little sissy, we’ll make you captain of the squad. But if you can’t, you’ll have to eat every single drop of cum from each of our cocks. Deal?”

Brandon hesitated for a moment, considering the consequences of losing such a bet. But his desire to be recognized as a true leader overpowered his reservations. “Deal,” he said, sticking out his hand to shake on it.

As the clock struck midnight, Brandon found himself in a state of panic. He had been so sure of himself earlier, but now, surrounded by his horny, barely-repressed teammates, he wasn’t so confident. He squirmed uncomfortably as the boys began to strip, their cocks already hardening at the sight of this pretty little femboy.

Brandon tried to maintain his composure, but as the first boy approached him, sternly commanding Brandon to kneel before him, he felt his resolve crumbling. His eyes widened as the huge, throbbing cock came closer and closer to his face, until it pressed firmly against his lips.

“No, wait!” Brandon whimpered, but it was too late. The boy grabbed Brandon’s hair, forcing his mouth open, and began roughly face-fucking him. Brandon gagged and coughed, trying to pull away, but he was held firmly in place. The slick, musky shaft pistoned in and out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin as his gag reflexes failed him.

Determined to win the bet, Brandon forced himself to relax, to let the boy use his throat however he pleased. He focused on breathing through his nose, on keeping his eyes open and alert. But it was no use; the boy’s thrusts became more urgent, more aggressive, until finally, with a guttural moan, he pulled out and sprayed his hot, sticky seed all over Brandon’s face.

Brandon blinked rapidly, trying to keep the thick fluid from getting into his eyes. He could feel it coating his cheeks, his lips, his hair. It was everywhere, a glistening reminder of his degradation. But he was still determined to win.

The next boy stepped forward, his cock already slick with pre-cum. He pushed Brandon down onto his back, straddling his chest. Brandon watched in horror as the boy stroked his thick shaft, pointed it directly at Brandon’s face, and began to pump out a massive load.

The cum splattered across Brandon’s forehead, his nose, his eyes. It dripped down his face, pooling in the hollow of his throat. Brandon sputtered and choked, trying to breathe through the warm, thick muck that now covered him. He could feel it matting his hair, clumping in his eyelashes, dripping from his chin.

The boys laughed and cheered, high-fiving each other as they watched Brandon be utterly defiled. They took turns coating him in their seed, marking him as thoroughly as possible. By the time they were done, Brandon was a dripping, gasping mess, his face and body glistening with cum.

But still, he tried to maintain his composure. He stood up shakily, wiping the worst of the fluid from his face. “So, I guess I won, huh?” he said weakly, his voice muffled by the cum still clinging to his lips.

The boys burst out laughing, their cruel mirth echoing through the room. “Won?” Chad sneered. “You haven’t won shit, little sissy. You lost. Now, you just have one last part of your punishment to get through.”

Brandon’s eyes widened in fear as he saw what Chad was holding. It was a bowl, filled to the brim with the sticky, viscous fluid. A shiver of disgust ran through him as he realized what they were going to make him do.

“Start licking,” Chad commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Get every last drop of our cum into that bowl. And if you spill even a drop, we’ll just make you lick it up off the floor. Understand?”

Brandon nodded miserably, sinking to his knees once more. He poked a tentative tongue out, lapping up a small globule of cum. The taste was overwhelming, salty and slightly bitter. He gagged, but forced himself to continue, drinking down the foul liquid by the mouthful.

The boys watched with lecherous grins as Brandon wasted away the night, covered in their seed, drinking down their loads. They taunted him, called him names, enjoyed his degradation to the fullest.

By the time Brandon had finished, the bowl scraped clean, his stomach churning with the amount of cum he had ingested, the boys had lost all interest in him. They sent him home, pacing him with well-wishes and mocking cheers, as if he had just completed a grand feat.

Brandon stumbled home, his face still sticky with cum, his stomach lurching violently. He crawled into bed, sobbing into his pillow, ashamed and humiliated beyond belief. He had lost the bet badly, had failed to maintain his composure, had ended up with a face full of cum.

But more than that, he had disappointed himself. He had always prided himself on his determination, his strength, his ability to take on any challenge and come out on top. And yet, here he was, a sniffling, cum-drunk mess, his manhood diminished, his pride shattered.

As he drifted off to a fitful, haunted sleep, Brandon vowed that he would never be in such a situation again. He would redouble his efforts, would train harder, would become the best goddamn cheerleader the college had ever seen. He would take back his dignity, would reclaim his manhood.

And he would never, ever bet on his own sexuality again. That was a lesson he learned the hard way, covered in another man’s cum, his body and mind warped by a night of unspeakable shame.