Jayden
Coach Swallow patted me on the back, saying, “You tried, Jayden. You did your best.”
Tyler and my other friends gathered around, offering words of encouragement. “You did great, man. There’s always next time.”
But I wasn’t interested in consolation. I walked over to my opponent, who was basking in the glory of his victory. His coach and friends were congratulating him, and he was lapping up the attention.
I approached him, my eyes locked on his. “Let’s have another game,” I said, my voice low and even.
My opponent coughed, taken aback. “Are you crazy? It’s already over. You lost. Face it.”
His coach stepped in, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I think you should leave now, unless you want to make things worse and more embarrassing for yourself.”
“This isn’t about the tournament or the prize,” I said, my eyes still fixed on my opponent. “Let’s have another game, one on one. Not today, but soon. And I promise you, I will beat you.”
My opponent raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m shaking in my boots.”
I smiled, a cold, calculated smile. “You should be.”
“Okay then, let’s have this game,” his smirk grew wider. “And I swear, I can’t wait to beat your ass like I did today.”
“Let’s see if you’d do that,” I said, my fists clenched, and my eyes scrolled down to his shorts. “With that little dick of yours.”
The air was thick with tension as we sized each other up. My opponent’s coach stepped in, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Today’s tournament is over, and we should focus on celebrating our win.”
But my opponent shook him off. “No, I want to hear more about this rematch. So, tell me, when and where do you propose we play?” he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Because this little dick is dying to beat you up.”
I smiled, a plan already forming in my mind. “How about next weekend? At the same venue?” I suggested, my voice even.
My opponent nodded, a confident grin spreading across his face. “You’re on. But don’t expect any mercy next time around.”
“But, how about we strike a deal?” The opponent smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “We can’t just play for nothing, don’t you think?”
I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. “Yes, I was actually thinking about that.”
I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on my opponent’s. “If I win, you give me everything you won today – the trophy, the grand prize, the gift card… everything.”
My opponent raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “And if I win?”
I swallowed hard, knowing I was taking a risk. “You can get anything you wish for. Just this one game.”
The opponent moved closer, his voice taking on a sly tone. “Okay then, is it a deal? You’ll take everything I won today – the trophy, the grand prize, the gift card, everything?”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
The opponent’s smile grew wider. “But if I win, you’ll suck my dick… or so what you called little dick.”
Everyone screamed, laughing out loud and the fact all these was live. Shit!
“But… but you aren’t gay,” I frowned, my voice strained.
“Yeah, but I would like you to suck and worship this dick you call little,” he snapped back, in a whispering tone.
I jumped back, my mind racing with the realization that the guy standing before me was incredibly skilled. He was tough, strict, and really good at the game. I couldn’t deny it – even when I won the second time, I knew it was just luck. This guy was a formidable opponent.
I began to doubt my own abilities. Was I really a good gamer? Should I have trained well to be a better computer genius? I needed to up my game, because the guy standing before me was a force to be reckoned with. My confidence wavered, and I thought to myself, “I might actually lose.”
But I had no choice. I had to see this through. Embarrassment fueled my determination. “Fine, then it’s a deal,” I said, trying to sound confident.
The two of us shook hands, sealing our agreement. The other guy smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Your name is Jayden, right? Jaden Harper?”
I nodded, my eyes locked on his. “That’s right.”
The guy smiled again. “My name is Victor Brown.”
“Do you I look like I care?” I seethed.
“Shouldn’t you know your opponent name, at least?” he scoffed and I pulled my hand away.
However, my mind whirled as I processed the information. Victor Brown – the name echoed in my mind like a warning bell. His name really said a lot about his victory today, no doubt. Shit! Should I just end this and apologize?
It was too late because I walked away, leaving the gaming center and its crowd behind. I didn’t wait for anyone or anything; I just kept moving. I hailed a taxi and gave the driver instructions to take me to my hostel.
As we drove, I saw people staring at me, whispering among themselves. Some of them nodded in recognition, acknowledging my effort.
“He tried,” I heard someone say. “He did his best.”
I didn’t do my best asshole! I was bad at the game, really bad.
I ignored them, lost in my own thoughts. The taxi dropped me off at my hostel, and I trudged to my room, locking the door behind me. I shut off my phone, not wanting to deal with anyone.
Then, I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I’d never felt this angry and depressed at the same time. The weight of my defeat crushed me.
Just as I was starting to calm down, I heard a knock on the door. I sighed deeply, wondering who it was. I got up, opened the door, and found Yvonne standing there.
“Hey, are you alright?” she asked, her voice soft.
I shook my head. “I’m fine. Just leave me alone, please.”
She nodded understandingly. “Okay, I get it. I’ll leave you alone, but please call me when you feel better.”
I let out a deep sigh and nodded and as Yvonne turned to leave, I grabbed the “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging on my door and slapped it on, making sure it was secure.
I locked the door again, determined to shut out the world and wallow in my misery. Afterwards, I slept fitfully, ignoring the knocks on my door and grateful that my phone was dead, sparing me from unwanted calls and messages.
But my rest was short-lived. I felt a sudden chill on my fucking dick and slowly opened my eyes to find Allison beneath me, on her knees, guiding my dick in and out of her mouth with her hands giving it delicate strokes.
“Allison, what are you doing here?” I asked, groggy and disoriented, but my voice betrayed me because it came out shaky and throaty.
She smiled softly and whispered, “Hush, just calm down and take this.” She leaned in, her tongue brushing against my balls and I let out a low soft moan.
But then, I pulled back, shaking my head. “I don’t deserve it. I lost the game, and you promised… you promised to give me this only if I won.”
Allison’s smile faltered for a moment, but then she leaned in again. “Well, do you still want me?” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
My heart skipped a beat as I stared at her, unsure of what to say.
“Yes please, I fucking want you, baby.”