Time to Tie Up the Straight Boy

Erik gets naked like a good sport, and hands all of his clothing over to you. His soft cock hangs on full display between his legs, and he makes no attempt to cover it up. He knows that he lost, and he also knows that it was a good game. He'll take his punishment like a man.

Snatching up Erik's discarded clothing, you shove him backwards onto his bed and tie his wrists and ankles to the bed posts. He tests the knots that bind him, but you've got some practice with things like this, and you know that he's not gong anywhere.

"Enjoying yourself?" Erik asks glumly, still stewing in defeat.

"That obvious?" You ask, before taking Erik's jockstrap in your hand, and muzzling him with it exactly how he planned to do to you.

"Mmmph!" Erik's muffled protest is a mixture of surprise and mortification. He starts to really struggle, now. You don't mind. You sit between his legs and lazily jerk his cock, coaxing him to full erection. It's not as difficult as you'd think, given Erik's sexuality. In no time at all, his cock is standing hard and pulsing between his legs.

You decide to take a little more than you're entitled to. Gripping his hard-on, you stroke him. Erik's protests become more fervent, but the jockstrap pulled over his mouth keeps him from being able to properly voice his opinion on the matter. You continue to steadily masturbate Erik until his cock is leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.

"Awww, poor boy. You wanna cum?" You ask him, eyes feasting on the beautiful sight of Erik's sexual ****.

"Mmmphhh... Mmphh..." Erik nods his head desperately, eyes shut tight as he drives his hips upwards into unsatisfying air.

You untie one of his wrists, and one of his ankles. He tries to grab his dick immediately, but you snag his wrist before he can. Grabbing his pillow, you shove it down onto Erik's groin and roll him over. "Losers don't get to jack off. If you want to cum so badly, then fuck your pillow."

Erik glares daggers at you, and thinks about it before finally accepting this final humiliation. You're treated to a lovely view of Erik thrusting his hips downward against his pillow, his ass flexing and his cock slick with his own precum. When he finally can't take it anymore, Erik cums hard, spattering his own chest and stomach, and staining his pillow with his load.

His chest heaves as he rolls over onto his back. He's sprawled out, covered in cum, still jock-gagged and panting pathetically. You grin triumphantly and chain up his softening cock. This is the perfect moment to take your picture. Holding up your phone, you snap a pic, knowing that this is one you'll treasure for a long time.

You pull Erik's jock off of his face, and head home. When you arrive, you don't waste any time hanging up his jockstrap on your trophy rack. Erik has been soundly defeated.