Erik's Morale is Low. He Plays Poorly

Erik is so lousy with defeat that even as he covers up his manhood with his controller, his play is terrible. He fails to block almost every single hit, and loses the first of the two rounds without even touching your character. The second, he manages to land a punch, but that's all. Erik is soundly and swiftly defeated.

Without waiting for any further goading from you, Erik adjusts himself to sit on his bare ass with his legs apart. His average-sized cock and balls are on display, hanging between his legs. You jingle the chain in your hand and wink at your straight friend, who eyes the cold metal with dread.

"D-double or nothing!" Erik blurts out, and that catches your attention.

"What do you mean?" You ask curiously, eyes occasionally wandering between Erik's legs.

"I call double or nothing. If I win this next match, we switch places. You get stripped naked, sit with your legs apart, and I get to wrap that chain around your pecker!"

You look down at your fully clothed body. "That's a pretty big risk for me. What do I get if I win?"

Erik thinks for a moment, before putting his money where his mouth is.

"My ass. If you win, my bare ass is yours."

You think about this for a moment. "Hmmm. I dunno. Show me what you're offering."

Erik stands up and turns around. He's always had a cute little ass, and with him being straight, it's been a secret fantasy of yours to fuck him senseless.

You reach out and gently swat his ass, eliciting a little bounce. "Alright, Erik. You're on."