Erik's Triumph

"Get off me! This wasn't part of the bet!" You protest, wriggling and trying to squirm away from him... Until you feel his tongue in your ass. Your struggling ceases immediately, and you practically collapse onto your face.

"Like I give a fuck. I literally own your dick now, gay boy. I might as well take your bare ass along with it." Erik eats your ass, and he's pretty damned good at it. You whimper and moan like an inexperienced boy, and your cock is painfully hard between your legs. For almost fifteen minutes, Erik tongue-fucks you, before finally pulling away for a moment.

"I can keep torturing you like this... Or you can bow down and kiss my feet. What's it gonna be?"

"I'll do it! I'll kiss your feet. I surrender. No tricks, I promise." You beg pathetically. You can't take any more. Erik lets you up, and stands in front of you expectantly. Bowing down on your hands and knees, you kiss both of Erik's feet repeatedly, to the tune of his amused laughter. When he has had enough, he grabs your hair and drags you to your feet before tightening the ****-chain around your cock and balls.

"Alright, gay boy. One last time; who owns your cock, balls, and ass?"

You're silent for a moment as you reflect on giving up the last of your dignity, but a harsh tug on the chain reminds you that you have ****.

"You do... You own my cock, my balls, and my ass."