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Chapter 7 by Graysend Graysend

You're in His Head. Go in for the Kill

Trash Talk Threw him Off his Game. Now Bring him to his Knees

Erik was surprisingly **** to your trash-talking. You smell blood in the water, and determine that you can strike the killing blow if you continue to attack his pride with an endless peppering of insults and threats of humiliation.

"Dude, your cock is swinging in the breeze. Just give up."

"You look like such a bitch right now."

"You might as well start calling me 'daddy.'"

"It's over, loser. Drop your controller and just give it up."

On and on, you mock and taunt him. He's not even attacking anymore. His character just tries to desperately block. You notice that Erik's cock is half-hard between his legs, and wonder if your straight buddy might have a bit of a humiliation kink.

"Did you not hear me? You're fucking done for. Put down your controller, put your hands up, and take your L."

Finally, Erik is broken completely. With the match not even over, Erik's cock is standing hard and pulsing between his spread legs. He sets down his controller and slowly puts his hands up. "I give up... Just do it." He mumbles.

"Just do what?" You ask him, wanting to hear him say it; wanting to hear him ask for it.

"Just fucking chain my dick! I give up!" He snaps, not even willing to look at you.

Erik Has Surrendered. Take Your Prize

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