Carl took a dozen or so deep breaths and started to regather his resolve before the next round. Just like in a soccer game when something bad had happened, he started to try to give himself a pep talk to get his mind back in the game.<i>You got this Carl. Jun just shocked you with her hidden depravity. You can handle Jamie. You already suspect she has a dirty side. She can't do anything worse than Jun and you survived all her tricks. Focus. Think about math or something boring. What was your homework for tonight again?</i><br/><br/>Just then Jamie sidled up next to Carl and he lost his train of thought. The blonde was eying him like a lamb being led to slaughter, sizing up every inch of his bare flesh and lingering on his throbbing cock. Carl suddenly felt very, very naked and completely exposed under her bold gaze. There was no exhibitionist thrill of showing his body to the gorgeous and mysterious blonde, just sudden fear and helplessness. And despite his attempt to keep his face impassive, his cock betrayed his anxiety as it gave a twitch while he tried frantically to stop thinking of what her hands on that aching rod would feel like. Fuck, he was so turned on at this point he kind of wanted to just give up and let her milk him. So what if he lost this stupid game, it meant nothing. Right? But, the dom part of him still screamed in the back of his head, urging him to resist and not show weakness to her!<br/><br/>Jamie had always been a bit of an enigma. Attractive and sassy, but strangely aloof from Carl and the other boys. Knowing now that she liked girls, her lack of flirting made perfect sense. Also hearing that she had dom tendencies made her confident personality fit in as well. But, the combination of her as a dom and potentially a lesbian sent a chill through Carl's spine. She had no interest in him as anything but a flesh puppet to play with. Her eyes were intense as she studied him and talked, but in a dispassionate and calculating way, as if eying a piece of wood in the workshop she was about to cut, shave, saw and plane into a shape she desired. He was suddenly just a project for her, to poke, touch and tease until she got the result she wanted.<br/><br/>"You don't have to touch it... you can always opt out," Carl said with a somewhat shaky smirk back. Maybe he could bluff her out of this... "I mean, no shame in saying you just want to play with girls... ooohhh"<br/><br/>Her finger tracing the sensitive skin of his shaved balls ended his next comment. Her light touch on that intimate part forced a gasp and low groan out of him, his body stiffening and cock jerking visibly. Fuck, she knew how to tease a guy very well for preferring women. Carl felt a little perspiration reappear on his brow as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she began to stroke him, working his rod expertly. Jun had brought him to the edge with her tempting slit and dirty mouth, Jamie was doing it with some truly incredible finger work on his straining cock. From raw passion and lust of Jun, he'd been put in the hands of a cruel almost scientific cock tugger who evidently got off on torturing subs with pleasure.<br/><br/>All her talk about not cumming on her was having the exact opposite effect on Carl as he started to pant and fight the pleasure she was forcing on him. His mind began to get consumed with cumming and his frustration and anger at being used so cruelly was making Jamie the target. If she didn't want to be cummed on, she shouldn't be trying to make him cum. Was she going to force him to cum on her and then punish him for it? Was she that hypocritically cruel? The thought made Carl's stomach twist and another surge of heat flood through his body. Fuck, she was a pleasure sadist that was going to use his own natural responses to put him into further trouble.<br/><br/>"If.. you... don't.. want... me.. to...cum... stop touching me," Carl panted out, struggling to form words as his breathing got faster and faster. "Otherwise... you get what... you ask for."