Barry had been drinking heavily with Roberto earlier as part of my eighteenth birthday celebration, and Roberto had passed out in his room a bit too early. Since I'd been sober with no interest in alcohol, I'd taken full advantage of the situation by leading Barry down into the fixed basement with a guestroom, a full gym, and a small bar. I'd chosen the gym and had had him sit on the bench press. Little had he known what I'd planned for him. With some "innocent" talk, one thing had led to another, and he'd wasted no time being bold enough to strip for me for reasons I'd probably never know. That had prompted me to do the same. I'd quickly tied him up with his hands behind him and his legs spread apart. He'd thought I was being silly but hadn't complained about it, and he'd probably thought I hadn't noticed the rise of his little cock while tied up. He was sober now, so he had to realize just how trapped he really was.

I ripped the tape off Barry's mouth but kept his hands tied.

He hissed from the pain and didn't let go of my gaze, his eyes watering up quickly. "P-please, Pedro. D-d-don't do this. This isn't right!" He was indeed frightened, after all, and it made me smile on the inside. I sure wasn't being silly now.

I stood there and drank him in, my cock hardening by the second. "I hate that you took my brother away from me. He doesn't even want to hang out with me anymore like he used to because of you."

Barry swallowed. "I understand you never liked me, and now I know why. But I love hanging out with Roberto and he does too. We both haven't had any good friends in so long and we just clicked and have so much in common."

I grabbed some of Barry's hair tightly and lifted his head up to force him to look at me more closely. "I will let you go, eventually. But I have to punish you first."

He swallowed. "I wanted the three of us to get along great. I'd never do anything to come between you and Roberto. I didn't even know he stopped spending time with you!"

"Yeah, well, you hurt me by replacing me like I was no longer good enough to be Roberto's best friend, and now I feel like your friendship with him is going to last forever. I can't forgive you for that."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Pedro! I didn't even know you felt that way the whole time! I swear!"

I looked at him some more and spat on his flawless face, watching my spit trickle down his cheek along with fresh tears. "You're a piece of shit, you worthless scum. You don't deserve to be Roberto's best friend."

But something captured my attention down below. Barry's cock had already grown fully erect, as little as his self-worth. Even his small breath no longer reeked of fear. "I'm a piece of shit. Punish me as you wish." He'd said it so softly and obediently, but I could have sworn there was some hunger in his tone.