I am from Buffalo. So, obviously I am Bills fan. My boy toy (a Jets fan), wanted a date where we watched the Bills/Jets game together. I pondered the thought for a moment. Then decided that there would be some terms to this game date.
I demanded he be dressed as a HUGE Buffalo Bills Fan. I wanted the face paint, the jersey, the colors, pom poms, I demanded it all. If Buffalo scored he had to cheer, cheer, and fucking cheer. Then he had to do a shot and chug his drink he made with piss cubes straight out of the freezer. When the Jets pissed me off, I would just take it out on that pathetic sorry excuse of a man. You know, spanking his ass repeatedly. Making him whip his own ass with a curtain rod a few thousand times.
In between all these little cheers and celebrations, I had to make sure that this little bitch was fed properly. Can’t be cheering for teams on an empty stomach. I made him make him self a sandwich, drop it on the, stomp on it, and then walk across the floor with it stuck to the bottom of his feet. When I finally thought his sandwich had cured enough, I made him eat it. All of it, including he had to lick any crumbs that were left on the floor.
When the final score came in I made this ugly slut celebrate the Jets loss like a real fan! Covered the loser up in chocolate syrup, made him make himself try is best to look like a masterpiece of art. HAHA what a sight. He tragically failed. He was no masterpiece. He was just a filthy piece of shit all a mess. Standing right in front of me.
He needed to clean himself up. I made him take a cold bath. Had him get all squeaky clean for me. One last final shot of the game, I made him take a shot glass and fill it with that dirty cold tub water. “Cheers motherfucker…. Drink up you dirty little dick bag!” I demanded as I ended the celebration.