← Story Library

Victorious Vengeance: When Travis's Triumph Turns Tactical on Malachi's Mouth

Chapter One: The Bet

The sun beat down on the college soccer field as Malachi and Travis practiced, their athletic bodies moving with grace and precision. The two had been best friends since freshman year, and their playful banter was a constant during practice.

Travis, with a wicked grin, called out to Malachi, "Hey, Mal, nice butt bounce as you ran by! I'm surprised it doesn't distract you from the game."

Malachi, not one to back down, shot back, "Oh, Travis, I didn't realize your thick thighs were the ones carrying you to victory. I guess you need all the help you can get."

The two friends shared a laugh and continued their practice, the bet already forming in the back of their minds.

As the next soccer game approached, Malachi and Travis made it official. The winner would get to choose the loser's punishment. Travis, confident in his abilities, accepted with a smirk.

The game began, both players giving it their all. Travis scored the winning goal, triumphantly celebrating as Malachi walked over with a slightly disappointed look on his face.

"Good game, Travis," Malachi said, extending his hand for a shake.

Travis, with a mischievous grin, reminded Malachi of the bet. "I believe it's time for you to pay up, Mal."

Malachi, with a roll of his eyes, laid down on his back. "Fine, just get it over with."

Travis, still sweaty from the game, squatted over Malachi's face and let out a loud fart.

Malachi, trying not to gag, told Travis to "get off" him.

But Travis, ignoring Malachi's request, sat on his mouth, cutting off his air.

Malachi, struggling, tried to push Travis off, but he was too strong.

Travis, after a few moments, got off of Malachi, both friends laughing at the outcome.

"I can't believe you actually did that," Malachi said, still trying to catch his breath.

Travis, still grinning, replied, "I told you I would choose a good punishment. And I have to say, it was pretty satisfying."

The two friends continued to laugh and trash talk each other as they walked off the field, the bet already forgotten as they looked forward to their next challenge.

Want to know how it ends?

This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.