....When Joe returned, fifteen minutes later, it was with most of the rugby team. Half-drunk, they whooped and hollered at the sight of Sean. They were shocked by the size of his dick, amused by his predicament, and impressed that Joe had managed to out-fuck him.
Usually, Sean enjoyed other men seeing him naked. Revelled in their awe and jealousy as they imagined what kind of sex life they themselves could have if they were blessed with a similarly whopping cock. Now, he just felt like a twat. He wondered if he was going to have to suck Joe off in front of ten men, filming it and laughing. But Joe had a more creative punishment for Sean.
He stood smugly in front of the captive stud, grinning jubilantly, then said,
'Now Seany, you said you liked it hot when it comes to curry so I had the boys at the Indian rustle you up something special.'
He pulled two small tubs and a big spoon out of a large white plastic bag. Flicking off the top of the first tub, he gathered up a steaming spoonful of curry.
'This is some of the hottest shit they do!'
The spoon moved closer to Sean's mouth and he could smell the intoxicating spices sizzling on the air. Knowing he couldn't avoid the inevitable, he opened his mouth and let Joe deposit the curry in his mouth. It was the strongest he'd ever had. He felt its red hot chillies like fire in his mouth and swallowed, felt it run like lava into his chest, filling him with choking heat. His body rigid, trying to control himself and save his face, Sean managed to calm down and grin back at the lads, 'Delicious'.
They all laughed, impressed by a level of cockiness than matched his prodigious cock.
Joe grinned back at him.
'Oh there's some more.'
The other lid was flicked off and another spoonful deposited in his burning mouth. Sean nearly choked aloud but managed to swallow his pain, catch his breath and announce,
'Nah, not as good as the other one.'
As the lads laughed, Joe had to admit the guy was funny.
'So you liked the first one more? Man, you've got balls!'
And with that, he put on a latex disposable glove, scooped out a handful and slathered it over the underside of Sean's nutsack. He gasped with surprise as the spicy heat dived deep into his balls, then looked down half with embarrassment and half with pride as his dick jerked erect.
'Whoah!!'
'Holy shit!!'
Embarrassed and burning with pain as he was, Sean enjoyed the shocked reaction of the players as they finally saw the full glory of his elephantine cock. He might have been beaten by Joe and his little todger, handcuffed to a railing, and punished with a taste-test from hell, but at least it was a reminder of his physical superiority. He grinned at Joe, 'That's damned fine curry!'
But Joe had a few more tricks up his sleeve.
'You're right Seany,' he replied, reaching back into the plastic bag and pulling out a smaller tub, 'you know, they make it with this curry paste – it takes just a tiny bit to give it such fire!'
He flipped off the lid to reveal the bright red paste and gathered a little on the tip of his forefinger. He smiled as Sean looked down in horror at his hardened dick. Joe stepped closer, 'Ah mate, you must have known where this was leading? Just a little bit...'
And, with that, he smeared a thin streak from the base of Sean's cock along the first six or seven inches. Sean exhaled harshly as the ground chillies in the paste bit into meaty dick, sending a flush of fire all along the shaft.
'It's funny,' Joe continued, 'cos its not actually hot, in terms of temperature, it just feels hot cos of the spices. Really fucking hot, eh Seany?'
Keeping his pain under control, Sean managed to grunt out,
'Uh huh.'
'Let's try a bit more shall we?'
Suddenly there was a handful of thick red paste being smoothed across the entire shaft of his cock. He felt like his dick had burst into flames and was puffing air from his cheeks like a woman in labour, trying to cope with the agony engulfing him. By now his handsome face was bright red with heat and sweat was dripping from every pore, cascading down his muscular frame in tiny rivulets.
Taking a deep breath, Sean half-croaked, 'Girls always say I'm fucking red hot.'
The surrounding lads burst out with more impressed hilarity, then Joe leaned closer and said,
'Oh yeah, earlier on, I remember you were very eager for me to polish your bellend.'
Sean's eyes widened with horror as Joe slowly pulled back his foreskin, revealing his mushrooming purple head to the night air. With a quick grin, Joe wiped another mound of the paste over its shining surface, deliberately running a finger over the vulnerable slitted eye.
'Fuuuuuck!' Sean's agony finally burst from his throat. The lads cheered with glee and Joe looked around him triumphantly.
Sean's face was now crimson with embarrassment and firey pain.
'Okay,' announced Joe, triumphantly, 'one final treat.'
The surrounding lads were pulling out their phones to record him.
Joe nodded up at the metal staircase. Sean twisted his neck around to look up behind him. He saw James holding a large black bucket and managed to look away in time as he was drenched in gallons of vindaloo, the thick brown sauce covering his body like liquid humiliation, sliding down his skin, resting in his hair, distorting his impressive frame, clinging, smearing, and sticking against him.
With a drunken roar of approval, the lads ran off back to the nearest bar.
'Seany, you're a fucking legend!' a few shouted with approval at the way he'd taken his forfeit but it wasn't much consolation.
Before he left, Joe put the key to the handcuffs in Sean's sticky, curry drenched hands.
'Sorry mate, but this is what happens when you play with the big boys!'
As soon as Joe had gone, Sean speedily uncuffed his wrists and tried to wipe himself down, his dick and balls throbbing with steady burning agony. He looked a fucking state and was relieved to see that Joe had left his phone, wallet, and the keys to Dan's apartment in a little pile at his feet.
Failing to hail a cab, though unsurprised that no one would stop for a naked man covered in dried curry sauce, Sean began to run through the back streets to the refuge of Dan's apartment. With every beat of his feet on the pavement, his dick slapped with a searing hot burst against his thigh as if someone was stabbing at him with hellish knives. He tried cupping his dick and balls in his hands as he ran but this seemed to hurt even more.
Ignoring the bemused look of the concierge as he raced into the foyer of the apartment block, Sean dived into the lift, headed for the tenth floor, stumbled into the apartment, made for the kitchen, filled a large bowl with milk and ice cubes and sat astride it, dunking his burning junk into the freezing liquid. He sighed with relief, feeling the strange iron grip of numbness seize his crown jewels. He sat like that for what seemed like an hour, cooling his chilli-tortured pride.
Finally, he stood up, deciding to shower the residue of curry sauce of his body and maybe head out back into town, to face the rugby players and show what a good sport he was. It was then, with horror, that he noticed his cock, hanging like a wizened baby's finger from his waist. He'd never seen it so tiny and quickly convinced himself it was just shrivelled from the soothing icy milk. Ignoring the pain of his urging palm, he gripped the tiny root and began to massage himself to an erection, wanting to comfort himself with sight of his behemoth of a schlong. But instead of a stupendous dong, his dick hardened into something resembling a twig. It looked a little smaller than Joe's pathetic member and was noticeably thinner.
Sean let out an animal sound of disappointment and grief, knowing half his life was lost without his famous twelve incher. It was part of his identity, almost his raison d'etre, and there it was: sticking out like a child's crayon.
By the time Dan and Connor returned home, rocking drunkenly with happy memories of their blissful threesome, Sean had showered, dressed, and caught the last train back home to London. He left a simple note, 'Didn't go as planned', knowing that they'd soon hear everything from the rest of their team anyway.
As the train rumbled through the night towards the capital city, Sean felt his tiny limp dick sleeping shrunkenly between his legs, no longer tightly filling the impressing basket of his jeans as it had done a few hours before. He stared through the windows at the empty blackness of the night, feeling his reputation in tatters.