Arm Wrestling Contest

“Arm wresting contest!” You shout as you push the magazines and remote off the coffee table. “Strongest gets Amy.”

Derek laughs and claps his hands “Sure thing BitchNerd. I can’t wait to break that skinny arm of yours.”

Derek was always a jock, he was QB for the football team. You can remember those big muscly arms giving you countless wedgies during lunch. But your not the skinny nerd you used to be. In college, you started working out in the evenings after class, it was just to meet girls at first. But you started to come into your own physically. You can do 50 pull-ups in the office gym before work. You’re in the best shape of your life. Plus, Derek is one of those guys who peaks in highschool. He’s problably spend the last few years drinking in some parking lot, getting fatter and slower. If you give it your all, you can beat him fair and square.

You smile to yourself as you lay your elbow on the table. In just a few minutes, you going to be balls deep in Amy’s tight pussy. And Derek won’t be able to do anything but watch like a pathetic cuck!

Derek sits down and takes off his jacket, exposing his taught rippling bicep. Your heart sinks like a stone. He’s even more jacked than he was in highschool! He grabs your hand and squeezes it, hard. You grit yourself teeth trying not to cry out in pain. You can’t believe you made the terrible mistake of challenging Derek to an arm wrestling contest. Your only chance now is to take him by surprise.

“321 Go!” You shout and pull with all of your might. Years of workouts and weights have no effect on Derek’s massive tanned bicep. It’s ramrod stiff. Derek grins like a shark and slams your fist against the grain of the coffee table. Agony shoots up your body as it feels like your arm is getting ripped out of its socket. You cry out from the pain and your vision goes blurry, falling over onto the carpet.

You pass out.