Be Mean (Gain Cruelty)

As Piet stumbles into the locker room, still punch-drunk and humiliated with his body bare, you smirk smugly at the sight of the beaten boy. He slumps onto a bench, a weak groan emitting from his lips.

You take a seat next to him. "Not so scary now, are you?" You croon, grabbing the naked blond and hauling him over to sit on your lap. He glares and grunts, but he's too weakened to stop you.

"Nothing to say? You're usually so talkative." You mock, before abruptly clasping your hand over Piet's mouth, gagging any protests that might emerge. He reaches up to try and pull your hand away, but stiffens as your free hand finds his cock.

You start to stroke him while he pathetically paws at your hand over his mouth. His muffled protests come in labored breaths as his cock hardens in your hand, and as his arousal increases, so too does his desperation. He starts to kick his feet and thrash his shoulders back and forth, but you've managed to successfully imprison him. He can't do anything but sit there in humiliation and await this final, shameful defeat.

"You lost, bitch. Time to face the music." You whisper into his ear as you can feel him about to cum. You **** him to lean forward, aim his cock at his face, and watch with smug satisfaction as the twink shoots his load right between his own eyes. Satisfied, you lay him out on the bench, admiring the sight of his face stained with his own stolen seed.

"Loser." You quip, grinning like the wolf who cornered the rabbit.