He unties the ribbon

Nathan called out from the living room. "Asher! You better get back in here quick."

When I returned, Brandon was standing over Nathan menacingly, yet still completely nude. His erection had deflated for the first time since I'd wrapped it up last night. I saw the untied ribbon beneath him on the floor. He caught my gaze as I looked back up at him.

"You! You son of a bitch. I can’t fucking believe the shit you’ve had me do today. And, you…”

He turned and pointed at Nathan. “You motherfucker! I get why this frustrated fag would take advantage of me, but you? Have I ever treated you so badly that I would deserve to lick your filthy feet? What the fuck, dude? Not cool.”

He lunged forward and grabbed him from the couch, then quickly put him in a full nelson hold.

“Pick up the ribbon and put it on him,” Brandon looked at me and gestured his head towards the pretty pink ribbon still lying on the floor between us.

I stood there unable to do anything except stare at my naked roommate restraining our sexy drummer. Both of them grunted as they struggled against each other. I couldn't help but ogle over Nathan stretched out on full display in his skimpy outfit. The dark bushes of sweat-soaked hair showed under his arms held over his head by the wrestling hold. As he wiggled and rubbed against Brandon's naked flesh, his sleeveless shirt rode up and revealed his washboard abs, hairless except for the nature trail of dark hair leading downward.

“Pick it up and tie it around his fucking dick right now before I kick both of your asses.”

I moved toward them and bent down to get the ribbon. I could see real fear in Nathan’s eyes as he continued to struggle.

He started to plead, “Listen, guys, you don’t have to do this. Neither one of you has to go through with this. We can still all walk away as friends, right?”

“Get over here and do it now. I know you want to pull those shorts off and see what he’s packing down there, don’t you, buddy?”

Brandon goaded me on, knowing full well that I’d had impure thoughts about Nathan many times before, something I now regretted drunkenly confessing to him months before.

I grabbed his shorts by the elastic waistband and yanked them down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath. His penis was small, but I’d never seen one so nicely shaped or colored in such beautiful tones of brown. He looked to be about three inches soft and circumcised. His shaft was a few shades darker brown than the rest of his skin and the head of his dick was a deep purple color, likely due to the recent amount of blood flow down there. His scrotum was far darker than his shaft or nipples. In the summer heat, his sack was fully extended and I could easily see his grape-sized testes dangling within. I could tell he’d never groomed down there, but he only had a light amount of shiny black hair on his sack and modest bush framing his fairly insignificant member.

Brandon burst out laughing at the first sight of Nathan's little prick.

"Holy shit! Oh my God! You poor bastard. Now I understand what you've been overcompensating for. That's embarrassing, dude. I'd almost feel sorry for you if you hadn't been taking advantage of me a few minutes ago.

Nathan continued to try and bargain for his release. “Please, Brandon, let me go. This is crazy, man! Asher, don’t do this. C'mon, we’re friends. This isn’t how you treat friends. This is sexual ****. This is ****, guys! Stop it!”

I felt bad. I really did, but I knew Brandon wasn’t going to back down or let either of us off the hook. I really liked Nathan. He was a good kid, an honest guy and a helluva drummer. Plus, he was awfully nice to look at when he was working up a sweat behind the drum kit. Aw, who was I kidding? Friend, or not, I was a sleazy perv who would rather be complicit in Brandon’s **** scheme and watch this play out than try to stop it.

“I’m sorry,” I lied as I kneeled down with the pretty pink ribbon in my hands.

Brandon brought a leg around to further restrain Nathan as he struggled to break free with renewed vigor.

I quickly wrapped the ribbon around his beautiful dick as I had done with Brandon before, albeit with more excess leftover this time. As soon as it was tied, Nathan stopped struggling and began to relax. His wonderful, little dick curved up and outward like a small banana. His shaft lightened in tone as it expanded to its full four and a half inches while his deliciously brown nut sack constricted and turned an even darker shade as his tiny testes ascended into his abdomen. Brandon slowly loosened his hold as he continued to relax and become more aroused.

“How’s it going there, Nathan? Are we all still friends?”

He stared off into a point in space and answered flatly, “We’re... all still... friends.”

It seemed like the ribbon was still taking effect. Suddenly, Nathan eyes focused on me again and he smiled.

“Yes, of course, we’re all friends. Why would you even ask? Why else would we be wrestling in the living room?”

Brandon released him and patted him on the shoulder. “Great, let’s get to it then. You’ve got some payback coming your way.”

“Sure thing. Whatever you say goes,” Nathan replied, smiling dumbly at us both.