I made my way to campus and texted Nick I would see him later. The next week or two was a little rough because it was still fresh on our minds. I did ask him if we could keep it between ourselves. I told him I planned to wear enough face makeup on the day of the bet it would be hard to tell it was me. If I was going to betray my team, I didn’t want anyone to be able to tell it was me in any pictures.
Senior year is tough. We were both finishing up high level courses and I added a concentration to my degree that required a series of difficult courses with a high-level of specificity. Don’t get me wrong, senior year requires a level of partying as well and Nick and I made sure to unwind when we needed a break. Unwinding also included spending the night with a consenting girl when lucky. Nick and I worked together at parties and clubs. We would play up that we were brothers which weirdly seemed to make us more likable to girls. With classes and parties I was generally too busy to think about the bet. Every Sunday though we would get together for football and there was clearly a tension. It was a weekly reminder that I lost a bet and was going to have to pay up in the worst imaginable way.
I woke up, Sunday week 12 of football season. I had a text from Nick, “Looking forward to our workout. See u at 9.” Then a second text rolled in, “yeah and the other thing too – you know what I mean, Browns Bitch.” My heart sank – I resigned myself with just getting through today and then spending the rest of my life trying to forget. Walking to the gym with my duffel, playing possible scenarios out in my mind. Maybe it won’t be that bad. I mean, Nick is my best friend, what is the worst he would do to me. So, I get him some beers on my knees. Let him put his feet on my back. He might make me grovel some and say some stuff about how the Steelers are the best and the Browns are the worst. Yeah, maybe it’ll be fine.
Our workout was fairly regular. Nick only made one comment that put me a little on edge. I laid on the bench and grabbed the bar, Nick stepped up to spot me on the bench press. On my back, looking up at him he seemed super close. His bulge right above my face. I am in no way homophobic, if I am being honest, I have even thought about what Nick’s dick looked like, how big it was, stuff like that. We were so much alike, I wondered if it was just like mine, about just over 6 inches, very smooth, not veiny with a more of a torpedo shape than a mushroom head. Lost in thoughts about Nick’s dick I finished my reps and he stepped even closer to grab the bar, his crotch literally plopped on my forehead.
“Whoa dude!” I exclaimed and sat up now clear of the bar.
“Chill.” Was all he said. I took my 30 seconds and laid back down to do my second set. Sure enough, it seemed like he was much closer than normal as he stepped up to lift the bar off the rack for me. Maybe his dick was even a little excited as he was tenting his athletic shorts a little. Each rep I just stared up and I couldn’t even see his face above his bulge. It was like he was literally pushing his hips forward to show off his dick to me.
“Done.” I said pushing the weighted bar up. This time Nick grabbed the bar and literally dropped his dick right onto my face, fully. I felt his balls and the head of his dick drop onto my face. “What the fuck, bro?!” I spat at him while sitting up.
“I just thought I’d help ease you in.” He replied.
“Ease into what?” I asked, still with a bit of a hostile tone.
“The rest of the day, Browns Bitch.” He smiled, “Let’s go. You got one more set, then we’ll finish with cardio and head back to my place.”
I eyed him for a second and decided to keep my mouth shut. I laid down, grabbed the bar and the second Nick helped me lift it off the rack he stepped up putting one foot to each side of the bench. He was basically straddling my head and my face was just fully in his crotch. I could smell his nuts. “Just get used to your place for the day.” I heard Nick’s voice, quietly. I just kept pushing the bar. I felt defeated already and we hadn’t even really started.
“Done.” I spoke into Nick’s crotch. He grabbed the bar and guided me to the rack, but stayed in place. I couldn’t sit up – If I did, I would just be raising my face basically into his taint. “Move asshole.”
“I think you should thank me for spotting you.” He said, smiling. I couldn’t see his face but I could hear his ear-to-ear grin in his voice.
“Thank you.” I muttered.
“That wasn’t so hard.” He said, stepping back. “I’ll expect to be addressed as ‘your highness’ or ‘my Steelers God’ for the rest of the day though.” He couldn’t contain a single ounce of glee from his voice. We finished up and walked back to Nick’s apartment in silence. I jumped in his shower, cleared my mind to bring myself into a calm state. It helped, I have meddled in meditation and by the time I was toweling off, I felt pretty at ease with my situation. I dressed from head to toe in Browns clothes. Branded socks, underwear, sweats, long sleeved shirt, licensed official hat and with my face paint, I wrote Browns across my face in huge outlined letters. I looked great. I stared into my own eyes in the mirror and thought, “Sorry Browns.”
Nick had one hand-me-down couch and a chair. He was sitting on the couch, leaning back and manspreading to the max watching the pregame show. He had on a Steelers t-shirt, black athletic shorts that had the logo at the hem of the right leg, black Steelers crew socks, and a look of complete evil joy.
I returned his smile for a second, closed my eyes, took a very long and slow deep breath, then dropped to my knees. “Can I get you a beer, my Steelers God?” I said with no sarcasm or distaste. I lost the bet, I’d pay up with integrity.
“Ohhh, my goodness. This is amazing. I know this sucks for you, but I appreciate you being such a good sport. It is very cool of you. Yes, you may bring me a beer. And you should definitely have one for yourself.” Nick said.
It was not difficult walking on my knees, but it was mildly annoying especially with a beer in each hand. I shuffled up to Nick, literally on my knees between his spread legs to hand him his beer. He took it from me, took a long drink and set it on the table beside the armrest. I turned to shuffle over and watch the game when Nick stopped me, “Whoa, I need you here. You know that I always wanted a recliner; I think you can help me with that. Just lower down from kneeling to all fours, Browns bitch.”
I did as told and I got on all fours sideways in front of him. Nick set his feet on the middle of my back. My mind started to clear itself, I was going to try to meditate, but I couldn’t. It was very uncomfortable. His bony heels were digging into the small of my back. It had only been a few minutes and I was already in pain. This wasn’t going to work. “Can I get you another beer, my Steelers Master?” It was my best plan for a little break.
“Sure, and you should try to drink one yourself whenever you can. Might help with your situation.” I agreed and shuffled to and from his fridge slowly so I could drink a whole beer in just that time. Again, I shuffled between his legs to hand him his opened beer. I had an idea, I went to all fours while facing him. “Oh, you want to face your Steelers Master while you serve him?” Nick asked.