Part three, including the next three chapters of a work in progress. I would really like to know if anyone else likes this story. It definitely takes a turn during this phase; much harder on the humiliation angle. I'm still trying to figure out where it's going to go from here. Comments would be greatly appreciated!
Chapter Seven
Suresh tried to discretely move to the edge of the floor during this "ceremony." He really wasn't interested in looking at large cocks. Soon, he realized that he had moved over to the pledges once more, and noticed Ruby standing quietly to the side.
Ruby had composed herself since she had been so unceremoniously dismissed on stage, but her eyes were rimmed in red from having cried earlier. Her lipstick was also smudged. Suresh tried not to think about the fact that it was so unkempt because her mouth had been forced around Michael's huge cock. He thought abstractedly that Michael's cock must have a ring of red around it from her lipstick.
"Hi, Suresh," Ruby said quietly, her eyes averted.
"Hi, Ruby," Suresh replied, and tried to get her to look at him. "I'm sorry you had to go through that on stage. I'm sure it must have been distressing." Ruby looked up and searched his face, and then visibly brightened when she realized there was no censorious judgement on his part.
"Yes, it was! I couldn't believe they made me... I mean," she said, and then trailed off.
"I understand," Suresh said. "It seems that neither of us have really had any control over what happens tonight, and I certainly don't blame you." He was gratified to see her eyes brighten once more.
"Exactly!" she said. Her eyes softened, then she giggled. "You were quite the stud out there, though. I saw all those women rubbing all over you!"
Suresh shrugged. "I have no idea why that happened," he said, "it's not like *that's* ever happened to me before." Then he noticed her frowning, looking at his shoulder. "What is it?" he asked.
"Could you turn around?" Ruby asked. He did so.
"Did you know you have a whole bunch of little stars on your back?" she asked.
"No," he said, reaching behind him, and pulling one off. It was a small pink star with a smiley face on it. He suddenly realized that all the back slaps were from the women putting these stickers on his back. But what did it mean?
Jackie, still onstage, had been talking this whole time.
"Now that we have the king and his royal guard, we need a few more people in the king's court. Now, we need..." she paused for effect, "... a jester!"
There were whoops from the crowd. Suresh was confused. A jester? That seemed silly. All of a sudden, his vision went black. Panicked, he reached for his face, and realized that someone had put a hood over his head.
"Don't touch it," came a gruff voice from behind him. Confused, he tried to reach for it again. Just as quickly, both of his arms were grabbed and pulled behind him. "I said
don't touch it,
" the voice repeated, angrily. He felt cool metal on his wrists, and was half-pushed, half-carried forwards. Faintly, he could hear Ruby asking someone, "What's going on? Where are they taking him?"
"He's one of the candidates for jester," a voice replied. And then they laughed. "That's why he had all those stars on his back."
Suresh was moved quickly through the crowd, and then slowly pushed up some stairs. He realized soon that he was being brought up on the stage. With his arms tied behind him, he really didn't have much of a chance to escape. The person behind him was pretty skilled at moving his arms to make him turn in whatever direction was needed. Somehow, if he tried to fight it, it would put pressure on his shoulder joint, and the pain would make him gasp. The hood was completely black and velvet on the inside, and it soon smelled of his sweat and desperation. While there were jeers and laughs, the thick material helped mute most of it, giving him a strange sense of disassociation. After reaching the top of the stairs, he was roughly pushed forward, and soon became nervous that he would fall off. However, any time he slowed down at all, his arm would be twisted, and he would have to move faster.
Suddenly his forward progress was stopped by what felt like a blow to his throat. Panicked, he tried to back up, but a hand held the back of his head, and then he felt something encircling his neck. The hood was pulled off.
Blinking his eyes in confusion, he could barely see because of the glare of the stage lights in his eyes. He immediately started sweating; it was so hot! He tried to move away from the lights, but quickly realized that he had been placed in one of those wooden stocks that had been lining the stage. Instead of being perpendicular to the floor, it had been rotated 90 degrees so that it was parallel, and it immobilized him, forcing him to stand up straight. Trying to reach his neck was impossible; he soon realized that his arms must have been immobilized in the those shackles that he had seen.
Jackie's voice seemed quieter, as he could hear her speaking without the speakers, which were all pointing outwards.
"Now we have our candidates for jester, and voted on by all the sorority sisters," she said. Voting? When did this voting happen? Suresh was confused. "During the dance, each sister had the chance to check out each of the candidates and decided who they thought would be the best jester. They each voted by sticking a pink sticker on the back of who they thought should win," Jackie explained.
Oh! thought Suresh, that explained all those stickers. But why did they all vote for him?
"As those of you who have been here before well know, the jester of the party is the man who has the smallest dick," Jackie went on.
Suresh's face turned red and he felt faint as the jeers rebounded throughout the room. With a sinking feeling, he now understood why they had all been rubbing up against him. They were trying to figure out how big he was.
He frantically tried to find Ruby in the crowd, but the glare of the lights was too great.