The typically FIFA game is only five minutes, so it didn't take long for us to dive right into action. I placed my controller in my lap to cover up my flaccid cock, even though I was plenty proud of it. Despite what Ayden had said, I knew that my dick was average and felt confident that I was much bigger than this teenager who was eight years younger than me.
I scored first in the game and was up 1-0. Before halftime, I added a second goal and was up 2-0. That's when I started getting cocky.
"Who sucks now!?" I asked. "Looks like you'll be doing my dare in no time."
Ayden just smiled during halftime and casually scratched above his boxers. He didn't have abs like me, but was pretty toned—at least for someone who played video games all day.
To my surprise, I added another goal in the second half, making my lead 3-0. I was unstoppable at FIFA and now really started to gloat.
"Are you losing on purpose!?" I asked. "Maybe you want to show off your little boy cock."
This seemed to really piss off Ayden, and he double downed on focusing on the game. Meanwhile, I relaxed a bit since there were only two minutes left and I already had a victory in the bag. In a matter of seconds, Ayden scored a goal, then somehow scored another goal. I was stunned!
I clung onto my lead for another minute or so, until the final seconds of the game. Then, suddenly, Ayden intercepted one of my passes and sprinted with his player down the field. My defender had a clear shot at stopping him and all I had to do was make a simple tackle. But somehow I whiffed it and Ayden's striker went straight for goal. As time expired, the score was 3-3. All tied up. The game was going to overtime.
I was pissed that Ayden had somehow weaseled his way back from defeat. But I was also confident that I would come back and win in overtime. When I had focused in the first half, I had dominated Ayden in every way. I just needed to concentrate and surely I would win.
"You sure you want to keep playing?" Ayden asked.
"I sure do." I boasted. "Why, you nervous?"
"Sounds like you're pretty confident," he replied. "Want to do double or nothing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Instead of one dare, how about the loser has to serve the winner for the rest of the night? Whatever he wants, the loser obeys."
I was so caught up in the game that I wasn't thinking clearly. It was already 10 pm, so even if I lost, the night was almost over. More importantly, I was convinced that I would win and couldn't wait to put this cocky kid in his place. I could finally make him clean the apartment, wash the dishes, and fold my laundry—all while fully naked. It sounded like a sweet deal to me!
"You're on," I replied. "Hope you're ready to lose."
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I was so hyped for overtime and ready to win, but nothing went as expected.
It was basically a total meltdown. Ayden started with the ball and scored right away. He then proceeded to take the ball away from my team every time I touched it. Adding insult to injury, he scored four more times in the span of two minutes. I couldn't do a thing as the final score of the game was a whopping 8-3.
"Nice job, pretty boy," he said. "Guess you suck at FIFA just as much as you suck at Halo."
I sat there shell-shocked as Ayden kept talking. "You really wanted to see my dick, huh? I gave you 60 fucking chances and you couldn't get a kill. You wanted to see me naked so badly and now you have to do what I want for the rest of the night."
I couldn't believe that I'd lost bet after bet to this 19-year-old kid. How did I get so ahead of myself? At least I only had two hours to endure this cocky kid. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already 10:05 pm.
"Hmmm...what should I make you do?" Ayden gloated.
"How bout you stand up for me?" He said. "I want to see what we have to work with."
I hated this little punk more than ever. The last thing I wanted to do was submit to his commands, but I did make the bet and needed to honor it. Slowly and begrudgingly, I stood in front of Ayden naked as the day I was born.
"Hahahahaahaha! Duuuuude, I feel so bad for you. How do you even fuck my sister with that?"
"My cock is perfectly average," I retorted, "and your sister enjoys it just fine, thank you."
Ayden laughed as I said this and then stood up. Standing right next to me, he was clearly shorter than my 6'2" height and I probably had him beat by four or so inches. I was also more muscular than him and outweighed him by 25 or so pounds.
Now that he was looking up to me, Ayden seemed to notice the power shift. I even flexed for me him to make my muscles pop a bit more.
"You work out, huh?" He said. "Why don't you get down on your knees? I want to show you what a real man's cock looks like."
I couldn't believe the gall of this kid, and I flatly refused to drop on my knees for him. There was no way in hell that I was going to give that satisfaction to my girlfriend's little punk brother.
Ayden just smiled in response, staring right at me with his piercing blue eyes. "Are you afraid by how big it is?" He asked.