Demand better treatment!

Once you get back to Darryl's room, you decide this whole thing has gone on for long enough. He's had his fun. Now you just need to convince him of that.

You are not surprised when you find Darryl, who has already discarded his towel, standing by the door to greet you upon your entrance. Not that he welcomed you in a particularly gentlemanly way, of course, that would just be ridiculous. Instead, he was standing next to the door, and embraced you from behind right as you walked in, cupping your tits and pressing his body against yours. His cock, flaccid for once, is pressed right against the crack of your ass.

"Now," Darryl half-whispers, "I think I'll want you to- OW!" To announce the change in policy you had decided on, you stomp on Darryl's foot and break away from his arms. "No! I've had enough! You've had enough! You've already gotten to fuck me once, I went along with your little game back there, and you still need to fuck me again. I'm not going to just go along with these little fantasies of yours!"

"Are you done?" Darryl asks after you've finished your tirade. Oh, would you look at that. Tirade's not over yet after all. "DONE? I don't need you condescending to me, Darryl! It's bad enough that I've had to do what I've done so far, but I'm not about to let you keep exploiting me like this!" Darryl's calm, amused smile fades to anger in a flash. "Exploiting you? Exploiting you?! For two years you've come to me, having me do work for you and always doing the bare minimum in return! Did you not even realize the only reason I kept going along with it was because I liked you? Not like like, as a friend, I mean! I wanted to help you, even now with this stupid GAME of yours, but I was just a tool to you all along, wasn't I? Well, fine! I've made a promise. I'll keep it. But I don't want you coming back here afterwards!"

Well, that was awkward. You decide not to argue his points, however much you disagree with them. He's said he'll still keep his end of the bet, and anything you say now might persuade him not to. Instead, you find your pants and pull another condom from a pack pocket. You throw it over to him. "Fine," you say, "I won't. Let's get this over with, then."