Brett is dead silent for awhile as he thinks about his truths and lie, longer than a while. Finally, he writes down the lie, then says, "I started messing with you because your dad ran over my RC car. Your mom made the first move on me. I'll still talk to you after finals."

Each statement was a dagger to the heart, instantly making Parker regret choosing such a dumb game. "The finals is a lie," he says, purely on impulse.

"We'll still talk. It's not like I could avoid you." Brett smiles and shows his answer. "I started bullying you because you ignored me every time I said 'hi'. I thought you were stuck up. I was pissed at your dad about the car though, hence Mom."

He laughs, Parker does not. The RC car thing happened about seven years before the affair, so Parker knows he's kidding. It still isn't funny though.

"I was just really shy, not ignoring you," Parker mumbles, "Next round."

Brett scribbles down his lie, then rattles off his next three statements without pause. "I like your pointy hips. I wanted to kiss you. I hate sucking your cock though."

Just as quickly, Parker says, "The kiss is a lie."

"Your shitty self-esteem makes this so easy." Brett's face reddens as he shows his answer.

Parker's face easily outdoes his upon reading it. "You love sucking my cock?" His face somehow gets even redder, rosacea red.

Brett clears his throat. "It says, I don't mind."

"Will you, after finals?" Parker asks.

"If you make me, it's not like I can say no," Brett says. Parker tries to delve further, but he talks over him. "Last round, let's go."

"You have to come up with them, not me."

Brett starts writing. "I made you eat a urinal cake as a dare. I think you're pretty. I want to cum so bad that I'll beg you to fuck me."

This time, Parker stops to think. "You gave me the answer. It wasn't a dare, was it?"

Brett slowly shakes his head as he shows his last answer. I did it to make a guy lose interest.

"Why though?" Parker asks, "And who?"

"Please!" Brett yells, "Fuck me, Master!"

"Why?"

"I want to cum. Please let me cum. Look at me, Master." Brett sits up on the bed and thrusts his hips out toward Parker, showing his leaking, caged cock. The spot where he was laying down is drenched in precum. "It hurts to be like this. You have no idea. Please fuck me, fuck me and let my cock free."

*****

"I'll make you cum without freeing your cock."

"How?" His puzzled expression is everything.

"I'm going to fuck it out of you," Parker replies with supreme confidence. "Arch your back, you desperate bitch." Brett props himself up on all fours while Parker takes position behind him. "You shaved."

Brett wiggles his hips, making his toned cheeks dance seductively. Parker claps his hands to them, spreading them apart. The view is perfect. Brett's hairless peach hole is tightly pinched shut with his caged balls right below it.

He lets his head fall to the mattress, using his large, rough hands to help spread himself while Parker gazes in wonder. His hole relaxes just enough to see a sliver of pink inside. Parker swipes his tongue over it repeatedly, earning moans each time. Brett's hips squirrel when Parker's tongue dives in. He's trying to eat yogurt without a spoon. He reaches for Brett's cock, gripping the cage instead. His fingers catch the thick trail of wet leaking from it. He uses it to lube Brett's hole as he massages into it with fingers and tongue.

Brett begs shamelessly, clenching and unclenching, reaching back to tug on his shorts. To appease, Parker strips his lower half. "Did you ever think you'd be begging to take the cock you used to make fun of."

"No," Brett whines, "but I've often thought about fucking you."

Parker roars with laughter. "That won't ever happen, best you know now."

"Fuck, that's hot," Brett says, "Where has this Parker been f—." He shrieks to a sharp pain as Parker thrusts inside him without warning.

"Who the fuck is Parker?"

"M-Master!"

Parker thrusts his pointy hip daggers into Brett, forcing his thick uncut cock, balls deep, inside him. Brett screams like the bitch he is as Parker reaches underneath his arms, cupping his shoulders so he can't get away. Parker pulls Brett into him, onto his cock. Loud claps and smacks ring out around the room as Parker stretches his hole, pounding him loose with reckless abandon.

"Master, slow down! Please."

Parker slaps him across the face. "If that's what you really want, say my middle name."

Brett doesn't resist. He chuckles sardonically with his face to the mattress. Parker doesn't have a middle name.

Brett, the much bigger man, cowers before him, but pride makes him suffer the pain until it becomes pleasure.

Parker thrusts every inch inside him, squeezing past his prostate, letting his dripping cock rest there as he catches his breath. Brett flinches each time Parker tenses and throbs. He makes a game of it.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," Parker says, "You'll try to crawl your way to freedom and I'll fuck you some more." He starts slamming his cock in and out of Brett again. "Your ass belongs to me, say it!"

"I belong to you!"

His words bring on a second wave of energy that has Parker sprinting for the finish, grunting and groaning in frustration as he tries to release. Brett gets there first. He always was the faster runner. His flaccid, caged cock spews thick globs of cum. Parker feels his body shiver underneath him, glimpsing his cock as it empties itself out onto the bed.

The sight alone signals a stampede from within. Parker pulls out and finishes all over Brett's magnificently toned back. He collapses down onto the bed, exhausted and spent. Brett rolls beside him, breathless as ever.

"Do you mean it?" Parker asks, turning his head to look him in his cool blue eyes.

"It's not like I have a choice," Brett says. Parker's lips form a deep frown. He adds, "I don't think I can live without you."