Your Victory

Grinning smugly, you settle between Erik's legs. He's already hard and dripping, so you don't need to help him along. Slowly -painfully slowly- you hold the chain in front of Erik's face, so that he can properly face his fate.

"This... Is for when you pantsed me at the lake when we were ten." You begin, looping the length of chain around Erik's hanging balls.

"This is for when you hung my underwear from the flagpole in 7th grade." The chain slips around the base of Erik's hard cock. He shudders, either with the sensation of cold, or the sting of humiliation.

"And this is for thinking you could ever put my dick in chains, you fucking loser." You loop the rest of the chain around Erik's cock again and again, before pulling it tight. The fight goes out of Erik completely, and his arms drop to his sides as he looks down at his enslaved manhood.

"And this is to remind you that I fucking own you." You pull Erik into a dominant kiss, and to his own mortification, he moans as you do so. Your rivalry is over... And you won!