Fight!

As his hand closes around your penis, you grit your teeth angrily. You can't lose. Not like this.

"10... 9... 8..."

He starts counting down in your ear, and you struggle and thrash wildly. His hold on your wrists doesn't budge, and his firm grasp on your stiffening cock tightens. "Let go! Fucking let go!" You growl as you try to thrash out of his hold.

"7... 6... 5..."

Your cock is half-hard, which ironically makes your situation more difficult to escape. It's easier for him to find his grip now, and there's no way you're ever going to free your dick without getting your arms free first.

"4... 3... 2..."

"FUCK!" You shout, as the arrogant bastard starts to even stroke your hard dick just to drive home the fact that he has you totally imprisoned.

"1... 0... Sorry, gay boy. Looks like I captured your flag, huh?" He asks, adding insult to injury by pulling your briefs down around your thighs and taking three long, mocking strokes along the length of your hard and leaking cock.

Your struggling has ceased. Erik has won.