Free Tickets Cost Dignity

I was spending some quality time on a bench near my campus, when suddenly, a black car parked near me. I didn't know much about cars, but even I could recognize an expensive one when I saw it.

First thing that brought my attention to this specific car was the obnoxious rap music getting out through the open windows. Unfortunately, that was exactly what I was waiting here for. I closed my book and approached the car. Inside, a handsome man in sunglasses was sitting on the driver's seat, smiling at me and showing off his elbow in a relaxed pose.

"Look at you," he said, checking me out after raising the sunglasses above his eyes. "You're a man now! A real college student! And you even grew something that almost looks like a beard!"

I smirked and leaned over his car window, looking around the insides of his car. Brian was my big brother's childhood best friend. He visited our house on numerous occasions, and even though I barely interacted with him, he felt like an old friend.

"And you look exactly the same," I've responded. "Damn, that's a really nice car. You robbed a bank?" I've noticed something bizarre: two condoms dangling from the rearview mirror. "Is that your air freshener?"

"I guess I overestimated your maturity. These, my dear Daniel, are condoms. You put them on your cock so that your naughty juices don't make you go bankrupt because of the alimony." He smiled, showing a perfect set of white teeth. "Speaking of cocks and juices, you've reminded me something. Your brother told me that you play for the both teams. Is that true?"

I rolled my eyes. I would beat my brother's ass for doing this again, if only he wasn't such a muscular giant.

"I'm not surprised that he told you. For some reason, Brandon loves pushing me out of the closet."

"Good for you, lad. And welcome to the team."

I looked at him, slightly surprised.

"You're bi, too?"

"Of course I am. We're both lucky that we can experience pleasure with both sexes. Although, I doubt we are exactly the same... My taste in men limits me to... more twinkish guys." He checked me out with a smile. "Such as yourself, actually..."

I chuckled nervously, when he ran his fingers over my wrist. I figured it would be best if I straight up told him why I wanted to meet with him today.

"So, I wanted to meet, because Brandon mentioned that you have three tickets for the game this week, but you don't plan to go. Would you be willing to sell them over to me?" I hoped he didn't sell them yet. I didn't ask him that in our phone call, because he said he's near and he insisted to come to see me.

"Sell them over to you?" he repeated, in a bored, disappointed tone, for some unknown reason. "I don't know, man... why would I want to do that?"

I chuckled, thinking he was just teasing me.

"Well, why waste money on tickets that you won't use?"

"I'm doing pretty well in terms of finances, lad. I don't really care about these tickets," he explained, showing a smug smile.

"Well, but I do care and since I'm your favorite... uhh..." it took me a few seconds to untangle the essence of our relationship, "your favorite little brother of your best friend, you could sell them to me, right?"

He laughed shortly.

"You're not a brat anymore, so your 'kid brother of my best friend' privileges has stopped working, I'm afraid..." He smirked. "But for old times' sake, we can play a game. If you win, you get the tickets for free." I raised eyebrows, both surprised and suspicious, hearing such potentially generous proposition. "And if I win... hmm..." He looked over his passenger seat. "You will come with me now, to my apartment, and you will be my bitch for 24 hours... What do you say?"

I laughed, but seeing as his devilish smile didn't change for a while, I realized that he wasn't really joking...

"Dude, what?" I chuckled, blushing. "Wait... you're not serious, right?"

"I absolutely am. You're a pretty cute guy now, but in a few years you will grow out from your twink self into a real man that won't interest me anymore. It's now or never." He kept smiling in a cheeky way, like he didn't care at all whether his words were offensive or controversial.

"I have to admit, you surprised me." I wasn't lying. The longest interaction I've ever had with him consisted of him yelling at me for cockblocking him during a party my big brother organized in our house. I've felt obligated to do it, as I noticed him pissing into our pool after he got drunk. It wasn't revenge, it was justice. "You're kind of... old, you know?" How old was he, exactly? I'm 20 years old and he's seven years older... yeah, he's pretty much a grandpa.

"Yeah, I don't give a shit," he barked, a bit annoyed with my conclusion. "So you want these tickets or nah?"

I sighed. What was I supposed to say, no? Besides, I have no honor. If I win, I get free tickets. If I lose... it's not like the law will force me to have sex with him, right?

"Fine, whatever."

He showed me a coin.

"I want tails," I've said immediately.

"That's cute, but we're not playing heads or tails." He moved in his seat to hide his hands behind his back. Then, he showed me two of his closed fists, smiling tauntingly. "Find the coin and you will get the tickets. Fail and you will be my boytoy."

What an idiot he was. If he would ask me on a date, I would probably say yes. But this way of "flirting" or whatever the heck it was... really not my kind of thing.

I poked his right fist. He opened it immediately. His wide smile was enough for an answer.

"Oops." He showed me his empty hand. Then revealed the coin in his other one. "Looks like you're my bitch now..."

I laughed and backed away from his car window.

"Yeah, that's really not happening."

He immediately gave me a cold, betrayed stare, that made me look away from him.

"Well, I will remember to never make any deals with you," he said, disappointed. Oh, boo-hoo. Like anyone would actually follow through with that.

But damn, what a shame it was. Such an opportunity has slipped through my fingers. Three free fucking tickets... Actually, three tickets at all, free or not. In my greed, I bit my lip.

"Come on, dude... let me just buy them from you... don't be such a stubborn ass..."

He looked at me, coldly. And then, out of the sudden, he smirked again.

"My last offer," he said, taking a more serious tone. "You will get the tickets for free if you follow through, get into my car and fulfill your lost bet..."

I rolled my eyes again.

"You seriously expect me to sell my body to you for three tickets?"

"I'm sorry, are we negotiating your price right now...?" He gave another smug smile. "Come on, Daniel... in a few years you won't be getting such offers anymore and you will regret not being more adventurous... I'm sure you didn't miss the fact that I'm a pretty good looking gentleman. We could have lots of fun together. Sure, you will leave my apartment a little bit sore, but the free tickets should be enough to compensate for it, right?"

I facepalmed, mostly at myself even considering that.

"Well? I don't have an entire day," he hurried me.

"Oh, really? I thought you just offered me a whole day and night of sex," I reminded him.

"I did. But if you pussy out, I'll be busy searching for a more interesting guy..."

I sighed. If someone told me this morning that I would be thinking about having sex with Brian, I would be rolling and laughing.

"Dude, I can't..." I whined. "You're... almost like a brother to me. That would be fucked up."

"Brother?" he raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realize we were close at all... More than that, I don't believe you did, either." He started drying his teeth in a cheeky smile once again. "You know what I think? I think you're breaking... you want to do it, but the idea of saying yes to me feels humiliating... "

Of course it felt humiliating. Opening legs to someone for three tickets was a fucked up idea regardless of the looks of said someone.

"Okay, I will do it..." I almost whispered, feeling defeated, but also like my face was in fire from embarrassment.

"What's that?" he pretended that he didn't hear.

Humiliated, I've said it loudly:

"Okay, I will do it."

"Do what?" he kept tormenting me with an innocent face.

"Have sex with you..."

"That's not what we agreed upon, remember?"

It took me a second to figure out what the hell did he want to hear from me now.

"I will be your bitch for 24 hours..." I mumbled.

"Great, hop-on," he invited me, as he opened the doors on the passenger's seat side.

I slowly got into his car, still not believing that this was actually happening. I looked around, paranoidally, thinking that someone I know might see me basically becoming a prostitute.

"There's one problem, though..." he said, smirking naughtily. "You broke our agreement... To teach you a lesson, I will have to discipline you for it."

"Interesting. You're much more respectful than I thought you would be," he said this as he gently touched my exposed nipple with a horsewhip. "You always seemed to be such an adventurous brat, yet now you seem to be tamed..."

He was slowly walking around me, like a shark enjoying its prey's fear. He was fully clothed, while I was standing still, completely naked, with my arms crossed behind my back, expecting to feel the power of that whip on my bare skin at any moment. I kept looking straight in front of me, like a soldier standing at attention.

"Most of the inexperienced guys in your place would already break the act. They would laugh or perhaps cringe, scoring a hit." This time, I've felt the horsewhip touching my buttock. "What makes you so resilient?"

"Uhh... a very low pain tolerance, I think, sir," I explained, making sure that I sound respectful. My cheeks felt like he was roasting them on a grill and the reason behind it was only my huge embarrassment. Not just because I was standing there, naked in front of him, but because...

"And what do we have here?" he asked, as the horsewhip gently landed on my erection. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

He was baiting me into saying something cheeky, not for the first time. But I really didn't like pain.

"I'm sorry, sir. My body reacts to your touch with excitement."

I almost sighed when he started moving around me once again, without slapping me.

"So basically, the vision of even the slightest pain is enough to bend your will and make you my obedient bitch, huh?" He stopped again and looked me in the eyes. Our noses were basically touching. "You're a pathetic, spineless faggot, you know that?" he asked and then he spat in my face, smiling.

I looked down without saying anything. He was clearly frustrated with me. He wanted to hit me with that thing so much, but I just wouldn't give him an excuse.

"Alright, then. Since I don't have to break you into obedience, let's move on to the fun stuff." He sat on the couch in front of me, relaxing. That made me loosen a bit as well, as I noticed him lying the whip down to reach for a glass of whiskey. "Come on, don't be shy." He smirked. "Kneel between my legs."

I did as he told me. Surrounded by his huge, long thighs hidden under pants, with his spread crotch in front of my face, and on top of that, with his smug grin enjoying my humiliation, I felt tiny.

A part of me couldn't believe that this was happening. I mean, we practically grew up together. Even if we didn't interact that much, he's still my brother's friend. Both of them once defended me from some asshole who decided to bully me for my bicycle helmet. And now he assumed the same role?

"Wow," he said out of the sudden, clearly impressed by something. "You look really well, kneeling between my legs, boy. Good thing you came here and obeyed to my desires. Excited for what is about to happen?"

It could be because he let go of that whip, but for the first time in his apartment, I wanted to be rebellious and say no. But he broke and humiliated me so much that it was just easier to go along and submit further. In a minute I will be tending to his base desires...

"Yes, sir." I didn't really know whether I've felt that way or not. But this question wasn't meant to bring him an answer. It was just another way of giving him what he wanted. If I've said "no," he would finally get to use the whip on me. But I've said "yes," so instead of that, he would get me.

"Good. So, let's start with a blowjob, then. I like them sloppy and slutty. Don't neglect my balls. Oh, and of course, look me in the eyes while you're sucking me off."

I unzipped his pants and placed my hand into the warm hole in them. I immediately felt his boner through the underwear. Our eyes met and he grinned, clearly ecstatic at the fact that I was touching his dick. I felt it up with my fingers. It was massive and incredibly stiff. He must have been excited for a while now.

I got his warm meat out through the fly and felt incredibly humiliated when I lied my eyes upon it. It was a huge uncut piece of cock. Immediately I thought about all the nasty things it must have done; about the piss coming out of it, about the sweat it would lie in when Brian was on a gym, about semen it would sprout upon itself every time it came and about the numerous pussies it has penetrated.

"Balls too," he demanded. I obediently pulled his sack out as well. His hair were trimmed, but he wasn't exactly smooth. "Look me in the eyes." When I did, his face expression was curious. But once he noticed how defeated I was, it lit up with a huge, smug smile "Get to work. Start with a respectful kiss on the head."

I grabbed his cock and lowered my mouth. I looked him in the eyes as he ordered me and only then I lied a simple, shy peck on his cock head. I barely felt the taste, but it was enough to leave warmth on my lips.

I gently pulled his foreskin down and pushed his cockhead inside of my mouth. I never actually sucked off anyone so I was pleasantly surprised when my tongue met the warm texture that filled my mouth. I was licking it with enthusiasm, at least until the tip of my tongue entered his pee hole and I tasted something salty. Immediately I thought about piss, but weirdly enough, I didn't freak out. I kept pushing his meat deeper into my mouth while enduring the taste. I looked him in the eyes and his self-pleased smile send a jolt of guilty pleasure down my spine.

"See? I knew you would love it, little slut," he said and then took a sip of whiskey. "Now imagine what would your big brother think if he saw us like this..."

I pulled his now wet cock out of my mouth. He looked at me, vigilantly, probably sensing a threat of rebellion after the way he taunted me. But when I simply slapped his dick against my face, sprinkling the droplets of my own saliva on my cheeks and eyelids, he smiled in a relaxed way. At this point he knew that he owned me. He could say anything, he could torment and bully me however he wanted; I wouldn't leave, because I was already in love with the taste of his dick.

I believe this was the moment I officially became his bitch.

"Now do my balls," he barked.

I kept stroking his meat with my hand, but my face was now buried in his ball sack. My nose was filled with a musky, sweaty smell, while my lips were enjoying even saltier snack, this time weirdly soft and elastic. I gently sucked on his ball and then caressed it with my tongue. Some weird instinct kicked in and all I now wanted was to please him.

When I looked up, he wasn't smiling anymore. He was frowning, his mouth was slightly open and he was breathing really fast. He unbuttoned his shirt, showing off the center of his chest. He had some nice, muscular pecs and only a bit of short hair on them. His skin was beautifully tanned and it was starting to glisten with sweat.

Even though the idea of having cum in my mouth kind of scared me, I was so excited for it. That's why my lips wrapped around his cockhead as soon as they could.

"I'm close," he warned me, placing his hand on the back of my head, almost like a prevention to me stopping the service. It excited me, because this firm grip not allowing me to escape felt like my right of consent was suspended for the moment of his orgasm. His pleasure was the only thing that mattered now, for both of us.

Suddenly, his pulsing cock started flooding my mouth with generous portions of warm, thick, salty cum. I moaned in surprised, trying to tighten my lips around him without biting him by an accident.

"Yeeesss, bitch..." he groaned aggressively while grabbing my hair and pushing my head onto his cock. I choked. My eyes filled with tears, my nose... probably with his cum. I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat and I've started panicking, not getting any breath in. I held against his thighs, trying to get away, but he was so strong... "Yeeesss... Take it all in..."

I've had such great plans... I intended to gather it in my mouth and then swallow it, like in porn. But once he was done with me and let go of me, I fell on the floor and basically vomited it, while I was gasping for air. His cum hit his shoes and the floor while I was recovering by breathing really heavily and coughing.

In the meantime, he was recovering in a fully relaxed state, calm, with spread legs and incredibly pleased with himself. He looked at me and smiled.

"Don't worry, you can clean that after you catch your breath." Was this really all I was going to hear after my performance? "Give me few minutes and we can continue."

Not a minute after he said this, he fell asleep. I was kind of amused, kind of disappointed. There was one problem, though. My stiff cock was left unattended and it was so excited it pretty much was hurting me. I've made sure he was still sleeping and then started jerking off. I looked at the droplets of his cum mixed with my saliva, lying on the floor, and I bent to lick them off while masturbating.

It was surely degenerate, but felt so good and slutty. And of course, my dick was in heaven as well, greatly approving my idea to dip our senses in a sexy guy's semen, to excite the brain and make my load burst swiftly.

I've never had an orgasm so powerful that it would force a moan out of my mouth, but this time it was just too much of stimulation. In six long waves I released cum straight onto his carpet. At this moment I didn't care whether he will notice or not, because at this moment I was in such cumbrain state of mind that I would gladly lick it off with the dirt from his floor, while listening to him saying how pathetic and perverted I am.

Shame and guilt came only after I did all of that. Once the pleasure from my dick disappeared and it started getting soft and then, when I felt grains of dirt on my tongue...

As a true gentleman, I covered him with a blanket, even though his partially exposed chest was such a nice sight. Then I returned to my kneeling position in front of him, but I didn't stay like that for long. My knees hurt, I got cold, as I was still completely naked, and on top of that, I looked kind of creepy, silently watching him while he was sleeping, So in the end, I simply relaxed on the other side of the couch.

"Wakey, wakey..." manly whisper touched my ear. "Enough with the couch napping when I have a big, warm, comfy bed for us..."

I opened my eyes wide, in a sudden realization that I'm not in my house and I'm not alone. To my surprise, or perhaps shock, I ended up being a little spoon, even though we were on the opposite sides of a really long furniture when I was falling asleep. Now his massive, muscular arm slid under me to gently caress my chest. And Brian... well, he was licking my neck...

It now became clear to me why humans seek partners, even though it leads to so many problems. Not for sex; it's for the warmth that comes from being together. Locked under one blanket with him lead to such comfortable warmth, I've felt like never leaving this place.