Erik thrashed around, tears prickling at his eyes. He couldn't believe this. His backup underwear hadn't worked. He cursed the nail that dragged him into this mess. Worst of all, his cock was starting to stand straight up. It hadn't been much of an issue in the water, but now that he was out and naked...
Down, boy, he pleaded, but that just made the issue worse. Oh, god, just let me move away quickly after this. If God was real, he didn't answer, and Erik decided that organized religion was a scam (smart move).
"C-Come on, dude! Just let me go!" He pleaded, and Blake giggled.
"Sure thing, buddy! We'll let you go, right out in front of everyone swarming outside to get a look at your little pecker." To emphasize his point, he flicked Erik's full-mast with his finger, and Erik tried not to groan. Fuck, he knew that skipping out on his daily wank would have consequences!
Jace rolled his eyes, smirking as he dragged Erik towards a stall. Cal simply stayed silent, not sure whether or not to go along with it but ultimately nodding along.
"Look, man, it's a pretty simple equation," he said, setting Erik down on the (somehow dry because of plot armor and because this chapter's writer likes dry flooring). "We could let you go, or we could let you hide inside here like the good people we are."
Erik stared at them, clamping down on several choice words upon hearing about Jace's 'goodness'.
"Yeah!" Cal added. "You can stay here until everyone goes, and then run for your clothes. Oh, that rhymed, but anyway: you should be thanking us."
"Plus you get to suck our cocks." Jace added, and Blake grinned while Cal's heart did a slight backflip.
"Well, that escalated quickly," He mumbled underneath his breath.
"What do you say, buddy?" Jace said, smiling. Blake was less subtle.
"You really don't have a choice, unless you want to take your chances with the crowd outside?"
And then, before Erik even had a chance to say anything, Jace pulled off his trunks. Erik wondered if he was in a badly made porno, because what the absolute fuck? How did Jace manage to fit all that in his trunks?!
"I-I'll choke!" Erik stammered, and Blake scoffed, nudging Erik's dick with his toe. Erik moaned. He fucking moaned. His cheeks burned as he tried to shrink back, except his back was already to the corner and a part of him wondered what the fuck he'd do if someone found him in the bathroom.
"You do realize half the people in the world want to choke on 22 inchers, right?"
"Tw-twenty two?!"
"Oh, don't worry, I'm a shower," Jace said with a light-hearted grin. "Won't get much bigger than this, so you don't have to worry." Jace winked, which absolutely did not make Erik consider his proposal for a few seconds.
"I-I've never even put a finger in my mouth, and now you want me to suck that? Of course I'm worried-"
"Oh, for the love of-" Blake growled, before yanking at Erik's hair. Somehow, that just made the whole thing even worse. Erik rubbed himself against the bathroom floor, and Cal just stared at him wide-eyed. "-Listen here, you little shit. Either you do this, or you go straight out and deal with the crowd."
What does Erik do?
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