We are the Champions - The Lost Bet

*Author Disclaimer- this story contains descriptive scenarios involving scat and bodily smells, if this is not your cup of tea, I would suggest another story*

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It was your typical sunny day in the blistering heat of a Florida summer. This particular Saturday however, was one of the most important and crucial moments of my life. This was the championship game of the 18 and up travel baseball tournament. We had played 9 hard games and only lost 1 of them. And of course, the one team we lost to was the team we had to beat in the championship game. We faced this team multiple times throughout the regular season, and every game was pretty much up in the air as to who would win, because we were the two toughest teams in the league.

It was the bottom of the 9th inning, with 2 outs, 3 balls, 2 strikes and bases loaded. The score was 1-0, with our team in the lead. I was the team's star pitcher, so of course I was on the mound in this crucial do or die moment. The crowd was cheering my name with deafening power.

"Jason! Jason! Strike him out Jason!"

Up to bat, was Chad Lapowski. The best power hitter in the league. We have been rivals since our 10 and under baseball days. However he had certainly filled out his uniform over the past 8 years. His uniform was now form fitting, showcasing his muscular arms, thick stocky legs, and bubble Butt you could bounce a quarter off of. Thank goodness no one could see that I was staring at his ass through my sunglasses, but it made it hard to focus on the predicament at hand.

I wound up and threw a curve ball that started right between his eyes and ended right on the left side of the strike zone. He swung his bat and barely nicked the top of the ball, as it popped into the catchers glove. Strike 3. My team charged the mound and dog piled me to the ground! We finally achieved what we had been working for all season long. The other team looked to the ground in disappointment. All except Chad. His eyes were locked to mine. I saw a fire in them like he was about to rip me to shreds. Both teams lined up on opposite sides of the field to shake each other's hands and say good game. As I approached chad, he squeezed my hand with such a force that made me quiver a little on the inside. What a sore loser, I thought to myself. However, nothing could take the feeling of happiness I felt inside at that moment.

I left the field and was approached by college scout after college scout, all with hopes that I would join their team in my freshmen year, but to their dismay I had already signed with UF, my dream school. I was determined and ready for whatever my future in baseball had in store. So I thought...

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My freshmen year went by in a blink. It was such a whirlwind of a season, but after a lot of sweat and tears I had clenched a freshman of the year title with a record breaking amount of strikeouts and wins. We were all set to play in the college baseball World Series, In the championship game. We were to face FSU. Our biggest rivals. Speaking of biggest rivals, I think you can guess who plays on that team. No one other than Chad Lipowski. We meet again in a pivotal moment in our baseball careers to face off.

As I headed for the field to practice before the game that morning, I got a text from a number I didn't have saved in my phone saying, "Hey, it's Chad. Meet me underneath the stands in 15 minutes. I have something to say to you before the game."

I thought this was strange, but I felt intrigued as to what he had to say, so I met him under the bleachers like he asked.

As I approached I saw him standing there with his back turned to me. I didn't think it was possible for him to build more muscle than the last time I saw him. His ass formed two perfect round mounds, that just looked so inviting. I loved the way it looked in his baseball pants. He turned as he heard me approaching and grinned an almost sinister grin. His perfect smile matched with his ocean blue eyes, were enough to make anyone swoon.

"Long time no see Jason." He said.

"Yeah, how ya been Lapowski?" I replied.

"You know, I haven't been so great honestly since that championship game last year, honestly it pisses me off that you struck me out that day."

"Sorry to hear that, but you know a wins a win, we just outplayed you." I bragged.

He laughed and said, "you got lucky. That's why I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again this year."

"Well, I guess we will see about that. I beat you once, I can beat you again." I proclaimed.

"Well, what do you say we make a little bet then?" He asked.

"Sounds good to me! What does the winner get?" I asked.

"How about this? The loser has to be the winners sex slave and do ANYTHING that is asked of him for 24 hours after the game."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't even know Chad was gay. Either way, I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember, so my decision wasn't hard to make.

"You know what? You're on Lapowski. I hope you're ready to bow down to me after the game." I taunted.

"Yeah. Yeah. We will see about that. You should prepare yourself for the things I will make you do later. Let's just say I'm going to have you use your tongue on every part of my body, and I don't plan on showering after the game." He said as he walked away.

In that moment, I felt butterflies in my stomach for the first time before a game. I had no idea what I was signing up for.

Flash forward to the end of the game. This part of the story is where history repeats itself. It was the bottom of the 9th again, our team was winnning 1-0, 3 balls, 2 strikes, 2 outs, with Chad up to bat with bases loaded. I knew what pitch to throw. I threw my curve ball. It almost seemed as if everything slowed down. As the hall began to curve, Chad took one step forward and swung the bat, connecting with the ball and sending it flying. I whipped my head around hoping it was just a pop up to the outfield. No such luck. The ball went flying over the scoreboard. Game over. Florida state dog piled Chad and smacked his ass repeatedly, proclaiming "Good game!"

When I went back to the dugout, I checked my phone to see a text that had the address of Chads hotel and room number, with a note underneath that said, "see you in an hour." I gulped with a slight fear of the unknown. However, a bet is a bet and I'm a man of my word. So I headed for the hotel.

When I arrived the hotel door was open with the latch. I walked in to see Chad still in his uniform. He wasn't kidding about not showering. He had a huge grimace on his face.

"Hey there loser! Lay on the bed on your back with your arms and legs spread out starfish style." He demanded.

I got on the bed and did as he asked. He then gathered 4 pieces of rope and tied me to the bed. I had no idea this is what he would be in to, but my cock was growing very hard never the less. He then started to take his pants off, exposing his jock strap and cup. He took the cup out of his jockstrap and placed it right over my nose and mouth.

"Smell" he demanded.

I moaned and groaned, trying not to seem like I was too in to it, but then did as he asked and took in a huge wiff. The manly musty scent was almost too much for me to bare, without cumming immediately. The scent of sweat, was like a drug to me. Chad noticed my rock hard cock and squeezed and shook it with mild force. He then put his arm pit over my face and held it there, forcing me to smell his musk. I didn't smell any traces of deodorant.

"Lick my pits, loser." He said.

I began to lick his ripe pits. The taste was sour but I loved circling my tongue through his fur and across his muscular under arm. My cock was pulsing up and down from the smell and taste.

"You're actually In to this, aren't you? I always got the vibe that you were a freak." He scoffed.

He then took his black jock strap and put it over my face, blocking my eyes from being able to see anything. It also covered my nose, giving me amazing whiffs of the scent I was growing to love. The only thing the jock didn't cover, was my mouth. I laid there in the silence. I didn't know where Chad was in the room, until I heard the bathroom door close. He must have had to pee. Suddenly I heard the door to the bathroom open and heard his footsteps growing closer.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." He demanded.

I did as I was told as I felt the bed shift on both sides of me. I was sure what he was doing until suddenly I tasted something I didn't recognize on my tongue. It was his dirty asshole! He has just taken a dump, and was now using my tongue as his toilet paper!

"Lick it clean" he said.

I began to lick his dirty hole. Lapping up every last bit of the surprise he presented me. I know it was meant as a punishment, but I absolutely loved the taste. Feeling his perfectly round, muscular cheeks pressed against my face was something I had fantasized about for as long as I could remember. The hair in his crack tickled my nose as he grinded his ass up and down my face. He was marking me with his scent, claiming me as his fuck boy.

"Have you had enough, boy?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I stated, although I could have eaten his ass for hours if he let me.

I felt the bed shift again, as I felt his dick push up against my lips.

"Open up." He said.

I opened my mouth, and without hesitation he pushed his cock balls deep to the back of my throat. I gagged at the unexpected force, as he began to pound his cock in to the back of my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I took his man hood in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his 8 inch long 2 inch thick cock. I could still smell the dried sweat that accrued in the hair above his shaft. I was so turned on, I could erupt with just the slightest touch of my cock. His cock was so wet now, sliding in and out of my throat with ease.

"Get it nice and wet, that's the only lube you're going to get when I fuck your tight hole." He said.

He took his cock out of my mouth and without warning sat on my face again, this time letting out a huge fart right up my nose. My eyes watered at the smell.

"Sniff it, pig." He demanded.

Not that I had much choice. I then felt his cock back in my mouth as he gave me 10 more pounds to the back of the throat. My head was beating up against the headboard all the while. He jumped off of me and untied my feet. However he kept my hand tied right where they were. He lifted my legs over his shoulder and I felt the tip of his cock touch my hole. I inhaled as he pressed the mushroom of his head through my sphincter. He then pulled me all the way up against his legs as i took the entire length of his cock, balls deep. I moaned in pleasure. After the initial pain of the head entering me, I felt nothing but sheer pleasure. He fucked me hard and with the motion of the ocean. He removed the jock strap finally and let me look at him. I saw the same fire in his eyes that I saw when I struck him out a year ago. He had been waiting for the day to take back his dominance over me.

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of me and told me to open my mouth once more. He shoved his cock down my throat and began pounding my face hard.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Swallow every last drop!" He yelled.

I felt his cock pulse like a heart beat as he erupted his load directly down my eager throat. He stayed balls deep in by throat for what seemed like minutes, blocking my air way, making sure I swallowed every last drop. He pulled out as I gasped for air.

"Do you want to cum?" He asked.

"Yes please." I pleaded.

Chad laughed and said, "Nah, Cumming is for winners, and you still have a long 23 hours ahead."

He had me sleep under the covers that night with my head resting on his ass. I breathed in his loud smelly farts all night long and waited for what was to come in the morning...