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"Now that's what I call talking!!" Maddox shouts triumphantly, hurling the Xbox controller across the room. "I won, bitch, and it's time to pay up! Get over here and sniff these balls!" He shakes his package with one hand, his mesh shorts leaving little to the imagination. His biceps and chest seem to flex as he taunts and presents his balls in your direction. "Come on, you're kidding — I'm not sniffing your fucking balls. Jesus." "Of course you will!" Maddox playfully lunges toward you, grabbing the back of your head with his muscular, veined hand and guiding your head toward his crotch. You pull back, but his other hand intervenes and catches your dodge. Moments later, your face is pressed against his flaccid dick and balls. The aroma of masculine musk and sweaty socks fills your nostrils. You can't help but feel a little aroused despite the embarrassment. After a long moment of smelling the thickness of his shaft pressed against your eye, you manage to free yourself by jerking away abruptly. "Take a fucking shower, damn it!" you shout back. "Not cool, man." You quickly leave the room while Maddox laughs and flops back onto the futon. You close the door and lean against it, catching your breath. You look down and see that you have a very obvious erection. "Ready for round two, ball sniffer?" You hear him through the door.