Arm Wrestling

"Enough of this! I have our next contest, arm wrestling!" James declared boldly.

Chad happily accepted, to James's dismay.

"Sure thing sexy. I wonder what I'll make you do next... Maybe I'll send some pictures of you all dressed up for me to your girlfriend?" he said with a smirk.

Chad pulled of his shirt and took James's hand.

The match was over before it even began. With the combination of Chad's buff physique distracting James and Chads threats in his head, James barely put up a fight.

"P-please, Chad. You can't s-show me like this to my girlfriend." James pleaded.

Chad clicked his tounge disapprovingly.

"Not very sportsmanlike. I'll have to increase your punishment" Chad said with devilish grin.

Chad then suddenly yanks James onto his lap.

"Ever been to a strip club, princess? Start grinding, or I'm kicking you out of your own home without ANY clothes" Chad threathens.

James did as he commanded, grinding his panties ass on his groin.

James could feel Chad's rod hardening beneath him.

"Oh god, his dick is huge" James thinks to himself.

James had to stop this somehow.

James quickly dismounted Chads lap and put on the closest clothes he could find.

His girlfriends top and skirt.

"Yeah, I bet you like it when a guy grinds on your lap" James teases desperately hoping to get Chad to stop.

Chad snorted "Alright bud, since you so sure you're a man still, I've got one final contest for all the marbles..." Chad begins.