Yo, my bad for ghosting this update—been slammed and honestly dodging this shitshow of a post. So yeah, I lost that Super Bowl bet to some bro, a rival dom who I’m not naming ‘cause he ain’t got a blog to flex on anyway. I was this close to owning his ass, making him my tighty-whities bitch, but the Eagles screwed me with that 40-22 blowout—18 points, 18 days of me eating it. He flipped the script, and I got stuck as the “faggot sub” instead.
Here’s the damage: 18 days straight in tighty whities, looking like a damn nerd. Cumming? Cut down to once every five days—me, the guy who usually busts twice a day like it’s nothing. Gym time meant I was allowed to wear a jockstrap, but then I had to sleep with that sweat soaked jock tied my face the night before each release. Smelling my own balls and sweat had me leaking precum like a fuckin’ hose—shit was insane. And if I stayed hard over 45 minutes? Had to wedgie myself, hard. Ended up yanking my underwear up my ass 2-3 times a day. Ended up icing my dick down like a loser just to dodge it. Me, the king of bullying fags, turned into a horny, wedgied bitch.
Humiliation stung like hell—especially taking shit from that bro after all my big talk. Used some AI to whip this post together ‘cause I’m too busy to type it all out myself. Anyway, I’m back now, back to bullying fags and running the show. Still the top dog, but damn, that L was a rough ride. Catch you nerds squirming soon.
