Punish Him

Who the hell does that little cocksucker think he is!? He thinks he's going to cheat you out of a win? No way! You're gonna go in there and put the schmuck in his place!

You let the anger wash over you before pounding on his door. "Open up you little faggot! Open up right now!"

Bob opens the door half dressed, his boner awkwardly pointing at your face. "What the fuck, bro?"

"What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing wanking off right before the game? Huh!?" You yell.

"Bro, calm down, what's your problem?" He tries to act as suave as possible, but you can see you're having an effect.

"What's my problem? My problem is that I came hear to play the game 'who can cum first' and I find you jerking off 5 minutes before the game starts! My problem is that if we play the game, I'm gonna lose! My problem is that you're a fucking piece of shit cheater who can't win playing fair! That's my fucking problem!"

"What the fuck are you talking about, dude? We just said two days ago that its fine if we both cheat? Stop acting like a pissy bitch."

Fuck. Think fast. "There's a difference between drinking a bottle of water and jerking off 5 fucking minutes before the game, dipshit! You really think I'm just going to play along and let you win?!"

"Oh, I get it," He's mad as well now, "Last time we both cheated so it was fine, but now when you forgot to jerk off at home, suddenly it's not. Is that it? Fuck you!"

You can see you're having an effect, but its clearly not enough. You take a deep breath, for what you're about to do could ruin everything.

"You know what, bro? This was a dumb idea. Jerking off together, shooting cum together, blowing each other's cocks - it was all just stupid. I don't even know why I agreed to this bitch ass game in the first place."

"Don't say that, I know you enjoyed it."

"Not anymore. I'm going home, and I'm just going to forget about this whole thing." You say as you turn on your heel, praying to God that your plan works. Just as you open the door, it seems He heard your prayers.

"Wait, dude! Don't go. Look, I... ah... I guess... look I'm sorry," he stammers, a bright red blush rising over his face. "I... uh... I shouldn't have done that.... I shouldn't have cheated. It... was wrong of me, I won't do it again. Maybe we can play again tomorrow?" His eyes shine with hope at the last part. You smile inwardly. Boy wants the D.

"Do you see how fucking angry I am, and you want to apologize? Apology won't fucking cut it!"

He looks shocked. "Ah... look, you ah... you can have my XBox for the week?" He says meekly.

"A fucking XBox? Is that your idea of a joke? You wanted to trick me into getting a freebie, now you need to pay up by giving me one yourself."

He hesitates, not knowing what to do.

"Otherwise, how can I know you really mean it. That apology was just a bunch of words!"

"Well, I guess you're right," Bob skulks. "I really am sorry, you know."

"I know, but you need to show me," You encourage. He's really making you work for it, you think.

"Alright," Bob nods. He walks over to you and gets down on his knees.

"Take off your clothes," you remind him.

"Right," Bob mumbles, slipping off his shirt. You look at his sizeable pecs, then at his protruding biceps. Such a big guy, I can't believe he's really about to do this. As he takes off his boxers, you notice his prick is already growing. Seems like he's gonna enjoy this too.