"Uhh, thanks guys", Joe said as he looked at the liquid in this water bottle. It looked a bit off, a bit cloudy. He started walking away with no intention to drink it. This was when he made a mistake. He threw the bottle away while Jeff and Simon could still see him. "Uhh oh", Simon said to Jeff. They both walked over to him. Simon grabbed the bottle out of the trash as Jeff intercepted Joe on his way to the chess club meeting. He grabbed him with both of his strong, hairy paws. "Why don't we go have a little talk in the bathroom, Joe", he grumbed to the small teen in his deep bass voice. The bathroom was empty, and they both forced him into the handicapped stall.
Joe was very scared. "You are going to drink this whole bottle, you pipsqueek, you we will pound you!". Joe was stammering; "Wha Wha... What is it?!".
Simon and Jeff chuckled; "You don't need to know, just drink it!". Simon grabbed Jeff and held his mouth open while Jeff poured the liquid in. The liquid stunk like an armpit and a musky critch (well, to be fair, thats what it pretty much was). It was very salty and a bit thick from the precum. Joe sputtered and gagged. Simon stopped pouring for a bit to mock Joe. "What the heck is that. It reeks and tastes quite foul!", Joe said in his squeeky voice. He reached up and pulled a thick brown hair, about two inches long, from his teeth. "What is this?", he asked.
Jeff chuckled; "That, my friend, would be one of my armpit hairs. Want to have a closer look?". Jeff raised his arms in a flex to show Joe. He was wearing a wife beater so his thick sweaty jungle was sticking right out. Simon forced the bottle back in Joe's mouth as Jeff pushed his face into his armpit. The thick armpit hairs smeared against the nerd's face. Joe's nose was trapped smelling Jeff's armpit. He was taking in the rank B.O. right from the source. The only way he could stop was to drink the bottle in his mouth; he had to breath after all!
Joe began chugging the thick liquid. He felt a thick wad of spit flow down his throat as well. As the spit traveled down his throat, he felt a thick adams apple push it's way out from his throat. This new appendage bobbed up and down.
When the bottle was finally empty, Simon let the bottle fall to the floor and Jeff let him out of his stinky pit. Joe fell to the floor. Both of the jocks leaned over his and laughed. The last thing Joe saw before he lost consciousness was Simon saying "Sweet dreams", in a mocking tone.