Sissy Game

Suddenly, an idea springs into your head. You've no idea where it came from, but you know it's the best way to get back at Bob for these two losses you've suffered. You're going to humiliate him by making him dress up as a girl.

"So I have this cool idea for the next game, but I'm not sure you're going to like it," you broach.

"So long as you're getting another facefull of my spunk, I don't care what the game is."

"Cool, so I had this idea that the loser would dress up like a girl for the blowjob."

"Like a girl? Hell yeah, that's hot! But if you're serious about this, we need to put some thought into it. We're gonna need to order a wig, a dress, everything, man."

"Right. You have Prime, don't you? Let's get started so everything gets here in time."

You spend an hour going through all the different options together, comparing every single item you order with dozens of others.

"No, look at how high those heels are, we wouldn't be able to walk in those. Make sure you get the red nail polish. Nail polish has to be red."

Eventually you make up your minds and get the one-day shipping, ensuring it will arrive on time and you can play tomorrow. You say your goodbyes and head on home, but you can't help but think about the game and how quickly Bob managed to cum. Was the girl really that hot, or was there something else? The last time he cheated by drinking a bunch of water, but he couldn't have cheated so easily this time.

Couldn't he? He didn't just manage to cum quickly - he had a boner almost instantaneously! And, he already had the porn loaded up. That's it! He must have jerked off right before you came over, which is why he was so eager to get started right away!

Ha! Now that you know how he cheated, it'll be trivial to turn the tables on him. Of course he'll edge again, and this time you'll exploit him. Because being the loser gives you one special privilege....

The next day you make sure to spend a lot of time at home, playing some video games while poor Bob's edging himself dry. You imagine his throbbing member with a smile on your face. Bet it hurts so bad. Bet he can't wait to get started with the game.

You get a text message after lunch:

• Dude? You coming over today? We have a game remember :) -
• Yeah, just finishing up some chores, be there in half an hour -

You take an hour to get there, trying to guess how many edges Bob has built himself up to awaiting your imminent arrival.

"Finally! What took you so long?" A nervous Bob asks as he invites you inside.