He tried to defeat you using the most humiliating method available. Get your .

Erik has been beaten. He’s butt-naked, flat on his back, his boy-bits on full show, and clearly in total disbelief at his loss.

You managed to beat Erik in a contest of strength, and you did it using your wit. Sure, you practically surrendered and nearly let him capture your dick, but that doesn’t matter! You won, and he lost. You’re going to make sure this is a loss that he remembers.

Crawling over to Erik, you grab his shoulder and roll him over onto his belly. He doesn’t resist, and you get a look at that sweet, round bottom of his. You reach out and give his stripped butt a quick spank. He twitches a little, but that’s it, obviously willing to accept that you have some gloating rights.

You lick your lips and seize him by his hips, dragging that perfect boy-butt towards you. Not giving him time to register or react, you lean in and press your tongue into his ass.

Erik yelps and twists, his voice notably higher than it usually is. You don’t let him get away. Keeping his hips locked, you eagerly lick, lap, and suck at his cheeks and his hole. Erik’s struggling is short-lived and he collapses onto his belly once more, prey ready to be devoured by you. He whimpers and moans and writhes beneath your tongue, and to your great delight, his body betrays him. He arches his back and places his ass in the air, offering his straight boy bottom to you for supper. You hungrily oblige, licking him deep, and relentlessly.

Three minutes later and without even touching himself, Erik’s cock shoots a load between his legs. Your tongue continue to ravage his ass, feeling him tense and relax with his orgasm. Truly defeated, Erik quits his arched position and lays flat on his belly once more.

“Wh… what the fuck did you do?” He gasps, panting in exhaustion.

You don’t give him an answer. Not in the form of speech, anyway. You swipe his cock with your index finger to collect a stray trickle of Erik’s cum before pressing the finger into his mouth. Erik’s eyes widen as he tastes his own seed, and you give him a wink.

“I don’t see any reason to chain up that little dick of yours.” You tease, glancing down between his legs. “I got a way better prize than that, anyway. And next time I come over, I expect to find you naked and laid out with that bare peach ready for my tongue. Got it?”

You’re not sure how Erik will react to that… but he doesn’t disappoint you. “Got it.” He confirms meekly.