Chapter 7.1.2.1 - Tim bullies wimpy Duncan.
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Tim was enjoying feeling superior to Duncan, so he decided that he wanted to test Duncan's strength.
“Hey,” Tim said. “Were you planning on gaming when we got back to the room?”
Duncan nodded.
Tim frowned. “I was thinking about watching something on the TV, actually.”
“Oh,” Duncan replied, disappointed.
“But,” Tim said, suppressing a smirk. “I suppose I could let you use the TV… if you can beat me in arm wrestling.”
Duncan eyed Tim uncertainly.
Tim pushed aside their trays and rested his elbow on the table between them, holding out his hand toward Duncan. “Go ahead,” he said. “I'll even go easy on you for the first few seconds to give you a chance.”
Duncan sighed, apparently recognizing the futility of the contest even before they began. Still, he took Tim's larger hand in his own and rested his own elbow on the table as well.
Tim counted them in, and Duncan began flexing and pushing against Tim's hand with all of his might. However, Tim's hand barely moved. He waited until Duncan had made a few inches of progress and found a sliver of hope before putting in any effort at all. Poor Duncan fought desperately, sweat forming on his brow as Tim easily brought his arm back up to standing vertical. Then, with one big push, he slammed Duncan's little hand down on the table, winning the match with ease.
“Oh,” Tim said, mockingly. “Too bad. You gave it a good try, though.”
Duncan massaged his arm as Tim stood up from the table.
“Would you be a pal and take care of my tray?” Tim asked as he walked away.
“S-sure,” Duncan replied, sounding so defeated.
Tim hurried upstairs and put the TV on in their dorm room. As he searched for a movie to watch, Duncan opened the door and walked in, sulking.
“Oh,” Tim said, noticing his roommate heading for his bed. “Would you mind cleaning up after yourself? I'm sick of stepping around your dirty clothes on the floor. It's really gross… and smelly.”
“S-sorry,” Duncan stammered. “I'll take care of ‘em right away.”
Tim smiled as he glanced at Duncan worriedly collecting his dirty socks and underwear.
“Might as well go do some laundry now, eh?” Tim suggested.
“Okay, yeah,” Duncan said, sounding almost relieved at having an excuse to get out of there. He grabbed his laundry bag and hurried out the door.
Tim smiled even wider now that he was alone in a clean dorm room at last, able to enjoy himself without interruption.
Now, the only question he had was what to do next.
What does Tim do now that he is alone in his dorm room?
Tim makes himself even bigger and more muscular than Duncan had been.
Tim decides to grow his cock for some solo fun time.
Tim goes to talk to some of the women who live on the same floor.
Tim goes to talk to some of the men who live on the same floor.