Emily ended up being right.
Cam went into his bathroom, leaving us laying alongside each other on the bed, my back to the rest of the room, and Em's back to the wall. Kissing and licking my face, she was sometimes eating and sometimes playing with the globs of cum on my swollen nose, cheeks, and forehead. In one moment it felt good, then degrading, then simply painful if her tongue pressed too hard on an especially tender part of my face.
"Seems like that felt pretty good for you," she remarked of my orgasm from a minute ago, her cum-covered eyebrow raised. She wasn't wrong. But how could something that felt so good leave me feeling bad about myself?
THWAP!
A sharp crack across my ass. I lurched up to all fours and looked over my shoulder to see Cam standing behind me, next to the bed, still unashamedly naked. He was stretching his towel in both hands and had clearly just whipped it across my butt. With a guy his size, a normal towel looked like a hand towel.
"Going to leave your girl covered in another guy's jizz like that?" Cam asked, annoyed. "Clean her up."
I rolled off the bed to get up and go to the bathroom for a towel or toilet paper or something. As I moved to pass Cam, he stopped me with a single huge finger in my chest.
"With your mouth, bitch."
I slowly returned to the bed, crawling above Emily who was laying on her back now. I brought my face down to hers and began licking at the salty, bitter, slimy globs on her cheeks and forehead. Em giggled, clearly tickled by the sensation. I'd gotten some in my mouth from the first time with Cam, but this was much more. And there was a clear expectation that I swallow. I gagged the bleach-y tasting slime down as I went.
"Good idea, Matt," Cam snickered behind me. "I could use a drink, too." Out of the corner of my eye, as I continued to lap at Em's smooth, fair face, I saw Cam saunter over to his minifridge in the corner. He opened it, then muttered under his breath. Seemed like he was out of whatever he was looking for.
"You want a Powerade or something?" He asked Em, just as I was finishing cleaning the cum off her face.
"Hmm...Diet Sprite?" She asked.
Cam pulled his student ID out of his desk and held it out in front of me.
"Vending machine's on the left at the stairwell at the end," he explained to me. "Blue Powerade, Diet Sprite, and something if you need it."
The offer for me to get a drink for myself caught me off guard, but I took the ID from his huge hand and slid off the bed, reaching for my shorts he'd stripped off me earlier.
"Who said you could put those back on?" He asked condescendingly. Standing naked in front of him, I stared at him, unsure what he wanted. His eyes moved to Em's crusty black thong that had been thrown on my face earlier.
"Bitches wear panties," he explained. "And what are you?"
"A bitch..." I mumbled. It felt increasingly tough to make a case otherwise. Tonight alone, he'd easily beaten me into submission, gotten a blowjob from my girlfriend in front of me, then facefucked me in front of her until he'd made her lick his ass and marked us both with his jizz. And now he was towering in front of me, his limp cock dangling in front of me, bigger than mine is when it's hard.
"Put them on."
I looked back to Emily on the bed, maybe hoping she'd intervene in some way, but she just gave me a sad smile and nodded as if to say, "this is how it's going to be."
I slid the panties on, my shriveled cock almost poking out to the side of the front of them. And the obvious white cum stain on the front made it look like I'd already blown a load in them.
As I crept into the chilly dorm hall wearing nothing but Em's thong, the fact that it was three in the morning had me hopeful I may not be seen. It was mostly quiet, with a few closed doors having the blue light of TVs visible under the cracks with some indistinct noises. Friday night, after all. But otherwise the hall seemed quiet until I noticed one open door near the end, with hip-hop music loudly from it. I stopped right before crossing into the doorway view of whoever was in the room. I knew I couldn't go back empty handed, but the idea of being seen in jizzed panties by guys blasting gangsta rap didn't seem great either. Being quick felt like the best choice. Maybe if I could get past the open door quickly enough...
Taking a few steps back, I lunged past the doorway as fast as possible, hoping whoever was in there hadn't seen me.
No luck.
Within a second I heard a pair of guys start laughing from the room. "Sheeeeet, Cam at it again! Nigga's wild."
At the vending machine, I looked over my shoulder to see if they stuck their heads out in the hall and were still watching me. They hadn't. The fact that they knew my humiliation was at Cam's hands had me wondering what other crazy stuff he'd done to whoever else in this dorm.
I quickly swiped Cam's student ID, preloaded with money, in the vending machine, grabbing one Diet Sprite and two blue Powerades, before scampering back across the hall. I crossed the open doorway again, still fast but without the lunge from last time since they'd already seen me.
"Ow, ow..." one of the guys catcalled after me. "Tell Cam we say 'hey'."
I rushed into Cam's room and slammed and locked the door behind me.
Em was still lounging lazily on his bed, Cam leaning on his desk, and both were unapologetically naked.
"Make some friends?" He asked with a smile, moving toward me and taking all three drinks from my hands. I sort of kept a hand out thinking he'd realize he was supposed to return one of the Powerades to me.
He cracked Em's Diet Sprite and handed it to her.
Then he cracked the first Powerade open and chugged it in what must've been five seconds flat. He set the bottle on his desk.
Finally he held the other bottle of Powerade up, displaying it to me.
"Thirsty, yeah?"
I really was. I probably hadn't had any water in the last six or seven hours. Plus during that time my body had been absolutely put through the ringer after being beat up and manhandled. And then finally I'd just licked up what must've been close to a cup of salty cum. I was parched.
