Simon was pissed! The supplies in that bag aren’t infinite, and this little runt had just wasted a good beer! He gripped Cameron by the back of his hair, holding him in front of the mirror while he thought up a new plan.
Cameron could see his pale face, sickly looking as the last of the heaves left his stomach, feeling light headed and shaky. He squirmed, shirtless, trying to simultaneously cover up, and free his hair from the large, calloused mitt of the Jock holding him firm. His stomach ached, although having receded back to normal, it felt oddly empty. Like a balloon that’d recently been full, and deflated.
Devon was keeping Alex back, his hand holding his shoulders down so the boy couldn’t stand up off the toilet he was sitting on. Even with the funk Devon was used to, the added fresh reek coming out of his little buddy’s pits made his nose crinkle. Alex stayed quiet, silently panicking, while also trying come up with an escape plan, watching his best friend be tortured by the big hairy lug.
Simon thought for a moment longer, then, his menacing smirk returned, flashing his impossibly white teeth. He pulled Cameron close to him, holding him only a foot or so away from his body.
“Dude, you know what the little man needs?” Simon rumbled, his voice oozing malice.
Devon, and even Alex shook their heads. Cameron gulped and whimpered, “Please…. Just let us go…”
Simon Interrupted him, giving bared chest a hard thump. “Nah little dude, I know what you need, you look a little sick, ya know what fixes a belly ache? A fuckin’ 40 bro!”
Cameron and Alex just looked, confused, not knowing what a 40 was. But Devon grinned wide, chuckling his dumb, deep laugh. “Fuck yeah dude! The Fuckin’ 40! Always makes everything better!!” Devon reached into the backpack and removed a tall, thick looking silvery can, looking a lot like the 2 beers Cameron had just chugged, and puked up.
This Can though, had the word “Collassal” in bright blue letters, and a picture of some crest over the top. It looked like a thicker taller Arizona Iced Tea can. They could all here the contents slosh as it was tossed over to Simon, who caught it easily.
“Fuck yeah Bruh! The Colossal! This’ll make that gut of yours stop grumbling! Gonna give ya a barrel chest and a big fuckin’ bro belly! Like a fuckin’ Linebacker little man!”
Without pausing, Simon let go of Cameron, who slumped against the sink, they all heard the hiss as Simon cracked the can open, gripped Cameron by the back of the neck, and pressed the can to his lips. Using 1 fingers to pinch his nose shut, ensuring Cameron had to swallow, or drown.
Cameron fought for a moment, holding his breath, his mouth pursed shut, until he ran out of air, gasped, Simon waiting to let him take a breath, then tilted the can and made sure every drop was forced down Cameron’s gulping, sputtering throat. It took a bit, Cameron squirming as they all watched his stomach bloat up a little, until the can was completely empty, only a few dribbles rolling down Cameron’s cheeks.
With a quick set of movements, Simon tossed the can, turned Cameron so that his back was pressed against Simon’s chest, and held his meaty hand over Cameron’s mouth, using his other mitt-like hand to rub and pat the slightly bloated belly of the boy, who desperately tried to choke up the beer.
He found he could only wiggle enough to feel the cold brew slosh and gurgle in his stomach, feeling a pressure starting to build up as they could all here it bubble and churn. Simon keeping his hand firmly over his mouth to stop the kid from puking up again.
Simon gave the gurgling gut a soft, yet firm slap, and chuckled. “Fuck yeah little man, soak up that 40oz! that’s the fuckin’ beer of champions dude!