What a morning, Kyle thought to himself. For some reason, since he'd gone to that party, his dick was always hard and drooling. He hadn't even fucked anyone, just fallen asleep in his car by the end of the night. But damn it, if his cock wasn't making him pay his lack of fucking. He always had to find new ways to hide his erections, or rub one out between each classes. He hadn't been this horny since he was a teenager!
'Still,' he thought, settling down, 'I've got lunchbreak. Gonna get a chance to relax a bit and eat before going back for more studies.' He stepped over the last step in the staircases and turned the corner, only to see two dozens or so guys trouped around the trophy displays. It wasn't football season yet, was it?
Kyle slowed down as he got to the back of the crowd. "Hey, what's up?" he asked Dylan.
His redhead friend blinked, then turned around like he just realized someone had talked to him. "Oh, hey Kyle. The dean got freaky. He's turning more guys into cocks."
A puff of warmth rose in the pit of Kyle's stomach and slowly dripped down to his groin. With a mixture of despair and arousal, Kyle felt his dick twitch and stir back to life. Dicking, huh? He'd only heard of it in passing these days, but the idea of someone being reduced to just their penises was so strange he had trouble wrapping his mind around it. Man. What if he had to turn into his dick as it was? He was always rock hard. He'd probably be cumming non-stop!
'Fuck', he was definitely slick again. Did someone slip him some sort of weird hormonal booster during that party? "He put someone in there?"
Dylan gave him a knowing look, probably taking in the red on his face and the sudden desire to see the glass display. "Yeah, Jackson, you know, the guy that grows weed in his basement? The dean caught him dealing and dicked him. You gotta see him, dude, no wonder he was always wearing baggy pants."
No wonder. Yeah. A big fat dick had been propped up inside the display window on its own pedestal. Thick plastic bands held it up against a stem so that he always looked erect and ready for fucking, not unlike a dildo in a box. Jackson could not move an inch (though Kyle did wonder if dicks could move at all regardless of restraints). A little plaque said his name and the reason for his current state of being. What's more, a couple of empty spot had been kept to his left and right, as if just waiting for the proper candidates.
Under the display's lights, Kyle could make out a trail of sheen dripping from Jackson's dickhead down the front of his shaft, following the curve of a blue vein snaking down all the way to his balls. Someone close by shouted "Fuck, I wanna suck that!" and Kyle could not agree more. And then, like the words had been heard, pre burst out of Jackson's slit, following the trail further down, where his large balls clenched and tightened.
"Ah! Look, he's so close to coming," a footballer drawled. "Poor cock can't even finish himself, huh?" He tapped the window a couple of times, "If only this wall wasn't between us, Jackson, I could give you the release you so crave for!"
The dramatics semed to spur Connor, the head of the football team, as he bent over his backpack and grabbed a sharpie. Then, winking to his teammate, he leaned over the glass and started writing. Laughter started anew.
It read: 'In case of leaky dick emergency, break the glass.'
"Saw that, you bunch of small-dicked loser?" Connor crooned, to the approving laugh of his friends. "There's hope for you yet. Just grabbed him and strap him on, so you can pretend to be bigger!" He finished his taunt with a grab to his own dick, humping air a few times.
"Hey!" Dominic, one of the tallest and largest black guy on campus, said, crossing his arms. "We don't need to compensate for our size, Connor. Not like you and all your bluster."
"Oh, yeah?" Connor asked, grinning. "Wanna make a bet then?"
A bunch of frat guys oooohed, starting to chant 'cock fight, cock fight, cock fight'. Dominic snorted and nodded. "Sure, what's the wager, lil' guy?"
"Simple." He tapped the window display. "This thing is clearly meant to showcase the biggest dicks on campus. So people know their places and know to borrow the right tools for the job. So, you still think you're big?"
"Bigger than you."
"Eh. We'll see about that. So, the bet is. The bigger guy gets dicked and lent to the loser, so that they know what it's like to have a truly huge dick. Then, after a few days, the winner is added to this hall of fame, for all guys on campus to acknowledge his inferiority. So, how about it?"
Dominic glared. "Sure, but the winner has to get one of those talking chips. I wanna be able to remind you how lucky you will be to have me as your dick."
They shook on it.