"You win if your soft right now."

"What?" You said with fear in the back of your throat. "I mmm I don't feel ..."

"Don't play innocent with me Shane. You came down here, turn on my porn. Watching those black cocks breaks the mind of whoever lay with them. Now a wager is a wager. Let me see your cock. If he's hard... I win. But if your little buddy is soft I will give you free reign within my house, my porn, and everything else. Something your parents never let you have. But if you're hard right now. I shall basically serve as your father for the rest of the two weeks. Dictating and Dominating your life."

You paused by Trey frightening ruff voice. "Up immediately, before I rips those shorts in half, myself." The truth in his voice rang loudly to you.

You stood. Your cock in the stages of growth. You thought about things to bring him down. Grandma pie, her pussy, your mother pussy, Chandler Bing from friends. You felt your cock softening as Trey turn the volume on the tv all the way up.

"Sissies belong to the kings of the bnwo movement. Suck bbc. Worship bbc. Its your purpose. Bbc give you a reason to exist. Bbc is a ****. The whiteboi new crack. Become addicted."

You slip off your nike shorts and underwear to reveal your pink member to Trey. He sat up staring directly at your tiny salmon color penis. You stand there enduring his brown dark eyes which fiercely study your cock.

His words came out. "Are you hard?" A little snigger fleeing from his mouth. "I mean tell me. Is this..." His large hand cloak around your short dagger. "The reason why you didn't fuck any bitches. Damn. I mean I understand. You didn't want to impregnate a cheerleader with your fragile weak beta dna. Am I right."

You stood there shock by his ruthlessly harsh words. "I....I..."

He smacks your cock with his dark large palm. "Haha I'm just fucking with you. Now you must have notice that tightly padlocked drawer." He went over taking a key from under the dingy tiny bed.