Put in Their Place Part 1: A Day of Firsts

This is a two parter, with the next one coming pretty soon. Enjoy ;)



Carrie Hogan attends a nearby college and takes pleasure in most of her experiences there. She enjoys her classes, and even likes having some of the boys around as well. Some boys seemed to enjoy having her around even more. 

Her long luscious and wavy brown hair sat on her shoulders behind her beautiful face, full lips, little nose and heavy coca eyes that were easy to stare at and assume that twinkle was directed at you. No matter how easy it was to get lost in her face, it was even easier to get hypnotized by the 2 large melons that swung in her bosom with every swing and the 2 balloons that bounced below her hips, with each step forward. Tall for a girl, her long legs seemed to stretch up into herself for a mile. She was ogled by the boys and envied by the girls. 

"Nate, do you have any tests today?" Carrie asked from the driver seat. She looked to her right and glared at her younger brother who seemed very interested in not acknowledging his sister. 

Carrie shook her head and faced the road. She turned into Saint Bernard High School and dropped Nate off at school. 

"Have a good day Nate!" Carrie said. Nate barely let his sister finish her sentence before he opened the door and left the car. Carrie watched her brother walk into school and she sighed out and drove away. 

"Fucking asshole." Carrie spat aloud. 

Carrie drove over to college and parked her car. She walked up to the Starbucks on campus, ordered an iced coffee and sat down and began to think about how she wanted to schedule her day. 

After some time of contemplation and sipping, Carrie felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw someone who obviously thought the world revolved around him and his gigantic ego. 

"Hey girl... what's your name?"

Carrie smirked and put her iced coffee down. She's used to guys hitting on her, and she's prepared for whatever this self-assured stud had to offer. 

"Carrie. Yours?"

"Jeremy." Said with confidence. Carrie looked him over, and enjoyed the image. He had on nice fitting tan pants which fit his strong legs well. His body looked toned, and he had a nice buttoned down blue shirt. His white, but tanned, skin looked smooth, and his face was very handsome, but not perfect. A bit disproportionate, and long. However, this didn't take anything away from his attractiveness, with his cute smile and well groomed, medium length brown hair, along with every other positive physical feature; his biceps, triceps, eyes, and teeth to name a few, all of which and more, he displayed triumphantly, like they came together to create the perfect man. 

Carrie looked up into his brown eyes, and Jeremy let out a low laugh. He put his forearms on the table she was sitting at, getting closer to Carrie. 

"Like what you see?" Jeremy asked, like this wasn't the first time someone's looked at him like that. Carrie had to agree, he looked pretty good. However, he was too arrogant for her taste. She decided to keep quiet and see where this went though. 

"Well... I know I like what I see. How about we head back to my dorm... it isn't too far from here." Jeremy said trying to move things along. He knew what he wanted, and wasn't used to girls not wanting some of him. 

"Quick and to the point, I see..." Carrie said with a grin. She found him to be attractive, but she found his approach to be somewhat nauseating. 

"Of course. I don't waste time..."

"I bet... you seem like the quick type." Carrie teased, making herself giggle. Carrie thought she might as well have a bit of fun, if she's going to knock him down. 

Jeremy smirked and shook his head. "I can go all night long, baby."

Carrie nodded, and decided she had enough of this confident prick. "Well, I have to get to class. See you around, Jeremy." She said dismissively. Carrie took her cup of coffee and tried to stand up, but Jeremy grabbed onto her arm. His grip was tight, but it wasn't painful. Carrie looked up at him, her eyebrows and partially open lips in awe of his brashness. 

"Come on, I can be quick if you want..." Jeremy said as he got up closer. Carrie felt his body rub up against her, and she pushed him away. 

"No! I have to get to class." Carrie said strongly. Jeremy looked at her with a look of confusion, not expecting to be turned down. Carrie turned away, and in her intentionally tight yoga pants, walked to class, hoping this would be the end of that. But she should have known better. People like Jeremy don't take no for an answer. They think no is just a hard-shelled yes, waiting to be cracked. 

Jeremy ran up to Carrie, and rubbed his hand over her boisterous ass. Carrie's eyes grew wide, as she moved her hand to her personal space, and saw Jeremy move in front of her. His hand was still on her ass. "Come on girl, I-"

"Carrie. My name is Carrie." Carrie spat, annoyed that this asshole doesn't get the message. She grabbed his hand and moved it off her firm ass. Jeremy moved his hands up apologetically. 

"Sorry. Carrie. Don't be like this, we can both enjoy ourselves... I like you, you like me-"

" I what? What part of walking away from you 2 times tells you that I like you?" 

"You checked me out..."

"That doesn't mean I want to fuck you. Go. Away." Carrie firmly stated, making her intentions clear for the third time. 

Jeremy smirked and shook his head. He looked at Carrie with undeterred intentions. He was very sure that he just had to crack through this tough nut. 

"Come on, Carrie... let me show you a good time. You won't regret it... trust me." Jeremy said, holding both of Carrie's arms with his hands. Carrie realized that she isn't going to be able to talk her way through this hard shelled man. If saying no 3 times isn't going to work, the fourth time won't do much else. She's going to have to crack this nut with force. 

Carrie loosened a smile and nodded. She put her coffee down on the table next to the two of them. They were still in the Starbucks, no more than 15 people at the moment. A couple of people noticed the scene but most were in their own world. 

Jeremy smirked as he felt his ambition play in his favor again, and moved his manly hands down her tender and delicate arms. 

"See? Wasn't so hard, now was it..." Jeremy said smoothly. He let his hands fall onto her amazing ass and held it like it were a basketball. He looked over Carrie, admiring her beauty. Her defined face, her gorgeous sparkling eyes, and cleavage that he can look down from his slight height advantage. 

"You're gorgeous, girl..." Jeremy said trying to win her over. He leaned in for a kiss, and Carrie decided to give one back. Carrie found his kiss to be overly wet, and uncomfortable. 

As he was slobbering on her lips, Carrie moved her hand to his flat 6 pack stomach, and rubbed it softly, feeling the hairs on his body tingle her touch. She did have to admit, he did have a good body. His abs were comforting and for just a brief moment, she felt pulled towards his ego. But, she got a hold of herself quickly. He wasn't going to get what he wants. 

She moved her hand down under his shirt, moving through his hairy body. She moved her hand down his pants, entering the forest Jeremy kept groomed at the center of his world. Carrie knew that that Jeremy was a big dick, and had balls too big for his own good, and she just proved it. 

"See? I knew you couldn't resist me..." Jeremy said in her ear. This told Carrie that the decision she was about to make was the right one. Jeremy's larger than average cock began to get hard with the touch of a girl like Carrie and she slowly moved her hand lower to cup his balls. Carrie was able to barely hold both globes in her hand. The warm fleshy orbs felt so hypnotic in the moment. They felt like two large doughballs, and she held them softly, then wrapped her fingers around them like a baker, and Carrie made sure the tips of her fingers were sitting on top of those orbs that oozed testosterone, right at the cord that connected it to the sexy body standing in front of her. She pulled herself together and looked up at the cocky handsome stud and smiled. 

"For such a being such a big... asshole... you have a really small cock..." Carrie cooed. She knows it's not true, but she wanted to make him feel like shit before she really makes him feel like shit. Jeremy frowned, and Carrie began to tighten her grasp around his full, young and pliable nuts, making it known for the fourth time she doesn't want to fuck this arrogant asshat. 

Jeremy grunted, his eyes shot frozen and his mouth sewed shut, not wanting to display any weakness. Jeremy moved his hand to her wrist, and held tightly, almost like he wanted to pull away, but couldn't work up the courage, with the source of his courage trapped, with nowhere to go.  

"And a very weak, and pathetic set of nuts too..." She taunted in his face, furthering digging into his ego. Jeremy began to whimper as he felt his balls get squeezed and create a painful affliction wash over him. Jeremy began to regret his choices. 

The few people who had their eyes on the scene, focused more intently and some even gasped and laughed under their breath. Soon, more people, even the baristas, were watching this scene. 

Jeremy realized that this was not a good predicament, and wanted to go back in time. "Okay, okay... sorry, sorry. Please let go..." Jeremy whined, hoping that would be enough, and he'd be able to walk away. 

"Oh? That's it? After getting told no THREE TIMES!" Carrie angrily spat, as she twisted his bare balls. Jeremy cried out and almost thrashed in place, wishing he could fall to the floor and roll his body like he just rolled his eyes. But, Carrie wouldn't of let him fall, even if his legs gave out, which they looked to be close to doing so, after just a couple of seconds of this girl trying to close her hand.

"Three times I said no, and you still thought I wanted that pitiful cock of yours... now I have you by the balls and your crying like a fucking bitch!" Carrie spat at Jeremy.

Jeremy heard Carrie's venom, and it lead to a mixture swirling inside that terrified him, and all he wanted to do was for it to end. "Oh god, please! I'm so sorry, just let go!" Jeremy begged as he looked up at her with pleading eyes. They were beginning to water, and Jeremy was starting to worry for his well being. He's never been taken advantage of like this before, and he doesn't know how much he could handle. 

By now everyone had their eyes on the hot stud getting dominated by the beautiful brunette. Some guys were cringing, some girls and guys were laughing. The rest were smiling. 

"It's so weird, I felt like your balls were big... but now, it's obvious that they're pathetic...almost as pathetic as you look right now." Carrie mocked as she dug her nails into the chord, then closed her fingers in, and pushed her filed nails towards the hard center of Jeremy's arrogant bulbous masculinity from above.

Jeremy clamped his eyes shut, his mouth opened in a gag and he began vibrating. He slapped her arm weakly, trying to communicate that he couldn't take this anymore. Carrie heard some laughing, but paid them no mind. 

Weakening her grip for a few moments, she let Jeremy gather his sense before she continued. "Apologize." Carrie commanded. 

Jeremy took a moment, but found his voice. "I'm sorry..." Jeremy weakly moaned. 

Carrie switched to just Jeremy's right nut, which was easily wrapped around and she put all of her pressure into just that one cherry. Jeremy whimpered pathetically and shook his head. He had no idea what to do, he had no options. 

"That was the third apology. I turned you down four times, and now I want a fourth apology!" Carrie spewed, as she increased the pressure with time, making sure this brown haired, well tailored and fit young man who's never been told no before, knows exactly what she wants, and she is going to get it, because Carrie knows how to make him squeal. She knows how to make any guy squeal. And Jeremy was squealing, alright. The more pressure she raised, the more pathetic and uncontrolled his noises were. Jeremy's life was in flames, and he couldn't control it. 

"I'm so sorry sorry! Please stop! My nut is going to burst!" Jeremy weeped as he fell onto Carrie completely, unable to hold himself up. The onlookers found the strong masculine stud leaning and crying on the smaller gorgeous girl to be a strange spectacle. Almost an oxymoron, that this muscular and powerful man was at the physical mercy of this girl who looks so much weaker and more delicate. A couple of girls felt themselves tingle during this. A sensation that empowered them with confidence and sexual lust. 

Carrie was one of these girls.

Carrie was satisfied, but enjoyed making this hot asshole feel like he's going to die, so she held her grip for a few more seconds. Not only was the power from this exhilarating, but the physical sensations were breathtaking. Carrie loved feeling his quivering boy body on her female frame and hearing his sad pained noises thanks to the center of his masculinity in her hand. The mushy, but firm object in her hand, that felt so warm and comforting, like a stress ball. And it's the perfect stress ball, because it gives her so much power, so much euphoria. Carrie felt like a queen. It's not everyday she gets to feel so wondrous.

Jeremy could barely breath or see. His balls were tearing up his insides and he had no power left. The embarrassing torture he was still undergoing was beyond anything he's experienced before. He's been tapped before, but this was beyond words. He never realized how weak he truly was. His muscles meant nothing, his charm, nothing. He was at the complete mercy of this girl, who held what made him, himself. 

Soon, mercifully, Carrie finally let go and Jeremy collapsed to the floor in a puddle of weeping broken confidence. His balls were already swelling, especially his right, and he was sure that he was never going to use them again.

Carrie smiled and grabbed her iced coffee. She took a sip of it, and realized it didn't taste very much worth it at this point. She took off the cap, looked down at the weeping boy in a ball beneath, and poured it over his body. Now wet in sweat, tears and iced coffee, Jeremy shivered on the floor, in excruciating, hideous pain. 

"Maybe next time you'll think twice about shoving your cute face where it's not wanted. You aren't God's gift to women. Fucking prick." Carrie spat as she walked towards her first class of the day. 

Jeremy lied on the floor, wet with cold agony, unaware that people's eyes were looking over his hot, vulnerable and ravaged, toned body. The barista knew he had to wait until Jeremy got up to clean that mess, but he also knew he'd be waiting a long time. 

Although she was annoyed with Jeremy at first, Carrie began to realize how much she enjoyed that. She looked at her hand, put it up to her nose and took a whiff. It smelled like balls. She smiled and carried on, wondering if she'll see Jeremy again. 

Meanwhile, people had to walk over Jeremy to get inside, laughing and pointing at the once confident prick, some knowing he deserved it from previous experiences. Jeremy eventually realized that people were staring at him the entire time as he found his awareness. He glared at the grinning, laughing faces through teary eyes and cursed them under his breath. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was that bitch who did this to him. That bitch who made him feel only how a man could.

Later that day, Carrie finished her classes for the day, and she was talking to one of her better friends at the school. Her name was Emily. They were sitting by themselves, no one was around here at this time. 

"Oh my god Emily, earlier today. This total douchebag wanted me to come back to his dorm with him." 

"Haha, what did you say?"

"I told him no! Three times!"

"Wow! Three times! Holy shit girl, guys only think with their dick." Emily replied, who's had her own share of boys who are similarly thickheaded. She's a pretty good looking girl herself, nice black hair, pretty brown eyes, but not the knockout Carrie was. She was a bit heavier, a tad shorter and still had a few issues with acne. But most guys thought she was pretty. And they were right. 

"I know! I don't understand it. That's why sometimes, you just have to grab a guy by their balls and make sure they get it!" 

"Wait, wait. You grabbed him by his balls!?" Emily asked in a hushed tone. 

"Of course! He grabbed my ass and everything. I told him no 3 times, and he still tried to get me to fuck him. That's the only way you can get through to some guys, through their balls. It's how it's done, you know?"

"Wow... I never seen it in person before..." Emily said shyly. 

"You've never seen a guy below the belt before?" Carrie asked surprised. 

Emily shyly shook her head. "I mean, I've seen it in shows and movies... but I didn't think it was really that useful..."

"Girl, it's the whole reason we're the stronger sex. They have a dangling weakness between their legs, and it cripples them. I use that against my brother when he's being a piece of shit."

"Really? You grab your brother by the balls?" Emily asked. 

"Not always grab. You don't have to grab them, you can just slap them and their down for the count. But grab is the best. You can feel them really well, and there's something just so fulfilling about it. It's like, that's what we're just supposed to do..." Carrie said in a reverie. 

"Damn... sounds like I'm missing out." Emily said. "Was he hot though?" 

"Honestly, yeah. I woulda slept with him if he wasn't such a dickhead... wow, speak of the devil. Look there!" Carrie said, pointing to her left. There was Jeremy, carefully and softly walking. He changed his clothes, now wearing black Adidas track pants and a white tee. He had a hand holding his bulge with care and soon saw Carrie and her friend staring at him. He instantly moved his hand away from his crotch, not wanting her to know he's still affected by her onslaught. 

Jeremy grimaced and looked around. He then amped himself up and let his confidence drag him to Carrie, trying his best to hide his limp. Carrie had a smile on him the entire time. 

When he got close enough. 

"Hey boy... how's your balls?" Carrie asked nonchalantly. 

Jeremy grit his teeth and clenched his fist. He just stood there without saying anything, frothing in anger. 

Carrie waited, but grew bored. "Are you just gonna stand there-" 

"I want an apology!" Jeremy spat out. One look in his eyes and you'd see that he dead set forcing an issue if he didn't get his way. Carrie wasn't scared. 

"An apology? For putting your punkass in it's place?" Carrie asked, almost aghast at the request. 

"You overracted and drenched me in your CRAPPY COFFEE!" Jeremy screamed, banging his hand on the table. He entirely ignored Emily's existence, focusing solely on Carrie. "I DEMAND... an apology..." Jeremy angrily stated. Carrie was amused by his aggression. Not too long ago, she made him cry in a whimpering mess, and now he's angrily demanding an apology for putting him in place.

Carrie looked at Jeremy's arrogant body from the bottom up. His track pants with a decently sized mound visible, a white tee over his upper body. Powerful, tensing arms and an angry handsome face that had more determination then it had any right to. She glared behind Jeremy and winked at Emily who was watching to see what Carrie was going to do. 

She turned back to Jeremy and nodded. "Okay... I'll apologize for squeezing your boy bits and making you cry like a bitch." Carrie said condescendingly. 

Jeremy scowled and flailed his nostrils. That was not the apology he wanted. Jeremy knows that he's strong, and had to use his strength to remind himself that he's a man, that he's strong. That he makes the decisions here. Carrie's just a girl. 

He sprang out and grabbed Carrie by her skinny shoulders with the strong arms that he's worked passionately to get them to where they are. Emily jumped, but Carrie held a confident expression, staring right into Jeremy's angry brown eyes. 

"Apologize... like a good little girl, and I won't put you in your place...bitch!" Jeremy spat through grit teeth. His body moved with his breath and Carrie felt his hands start to squish her closer. She nodded and carefully moved her hands to his and pulled them down. Jeremy was against this at first but Carrie assured him this for the best. 

She held onto his hands and stood up. She positioned herself so Jeremy's back was directly facing Emily. 

"Today's a day of firsts..." Carrie said looking at Emily with an expression that told her to follow along. Emily wasn't sure at first what she meant. 

"Today was the first day you got rejected by a beautiful girl... and the first day your weak balls got manhandled by a beautiful girl..." Carrie said simply. Jeremy's hands tensed around Carrie's, and she immediately apologized and rubbed his much bigger hands softly. 

"And today... is the first time I'm going to apologize for taking advantage of the male anatomy..." She said into Jeremy's eyes, then looked at Emily. Carrie pointed at Jeremy with her eyes, signaling something. Emily started to catch on. She stood up and looked a bit worried. 

"Firsts can be scary and uncomfortable, but we have to go at them with the best we have... and aim above our targets. Try our best! I hope today can lead to more firsts." Carrie said with a sly grin. Emily nodded and took a big breath. Carrie then turned her stare back up to Jeremy. He was too tunnel visioned to recognize what was going on. 

"Jeremy, I apologize..." Carrie said with false sincerity. 

Jeremy smiled and felt better. He knew going over here was the right decision. 

"Thank you... you did what was asked of you... Like a good girl." Jeremy said sincerely, not realizing his sexism seeped through. 

Carrie smiled and held onto Jeremy's hands tighter. "Now would be a great time for another first..." She said, keeping her eye on Jeremy's face. 

"Like the first time you suck my cock?" Jeremy laughed. He didn't laugh for long. 

Emily took her time, focusing on Jeremy's back, and even his ass. She looked him over and noticed how strong he was. She was scared he'd hurt her if she missed. Then she heard him ask her friend to suck his nasty boy hose, and she couldn't hold back. 

With every ounce of her girlish frame, she took Carries advice and aimed above, hoping to plant her foot in his stomach. Her leg rocketed, her blue skirt lifting with her leg, and she did what's natural to so many girls when presented with a boy who doesn't understand his place, and shoved the toe of her high heels right up into Jeremy's pelvis angrily, crushing Jeremy's still swollen and sensitive testicles with disrespectful grace. It was a direct hit. 

Jeremy instantly felt this, and the pain exploded inside him. The pain was so terrible, he froze, unable to move his body. His eyes were blankly staring into Carrie's, which looked confident and fully aware. Jeremy croaked and tried to pull his hands in, but Carrie had his larger hands, trapped in her smaller grip. But he wasn't strong enough to fight her. His testosterone filled body wobbled as he began sinking down. Carrie kept his hands trapped, so he could only fall to his knees. 

"Awesome kick girl! You got him good!" Carrie said with pride, looking up from the out of commission hottie on his knees in front of her. "How'd it feel?"

Emily had the biggest grin on her face. Like a child who just unwrapped a box containing a new gaming console for Christmas. "That was... so awesome... The way his balls felt on my toes, they felt so much bigger than I thought! And the noise he made... His strong body like... this!" She said looking at his pained body. Jeremy was moaning pitifully, and his head was leaning forward. He could smell Carrie's pungent pussy through her tight yoga pants. He couldn't enjoy it however. The pain was too intense. 

"I feel so horny right now!" Emily said bluntly. Carrie laughed and nodded towards the broken boy on his knees in front. 

"He's wide open!" She said playfully. 

"I want to use my hand. I want to feel him!" Emily stated happily. 

Carrie shrugged. "Go for it!" 

Emily smiled and got on her knees, next to Carrie. She looked at Jeremy's sick dangling face and his strong hanging body, and proceeded to shoot her hand to his manhood with great pleasure. Emily's eyes filled with glimmer as she had exactly what she wanted in her hand, and it felt more perfect than she could've dreamed. Jeremy cried and tried to pull away, but he couldn't. Carrie held him in place, and he was still too weak to fight her. Jeremy couldn't get away from the torment. He began weeping as he shook around. 

"Please no! No more, I can't take this..."

Emily heard the once strong and confident jock, but all his cry did was fuel her libido. She moved her other hand to his sexy abs and rubbed the hand over, feeling his masculine hair and tight abs strain as she pushed into his testicles. Jeremy whined pathetically and began genuinely becoming worried for his safety. 

He gathered as much as he had left in him and yelled out "HELP ME! PLEEEEEEAAASSEE HE-" Emily stopped the noise by shoving her mouth into his. She bit into his tongue, twisted his nuts and moved a hand to his head hair and pulled with no regard. Jeremy's eyes raised and became even more helpless. His body stopped squirming so much by now. He just existed on his knees, letting the hormone raging girl do with him as she pleased. 

Emily gasped and pulled the hair pulling hand down her skirt and she stimulated herself more directly. She began moaning sensually with her hand rubbing up and down furiously, like there was an insatiable itch in her crotch. Carrie watched from above and could feel the juices flowing in her as well. Her yoga pants were already stained. 

Jeremy noticed Emily pleasuring herself, and heard the noises that accompanied it. Even though she still had a vice grip on his testicles, he felt his dick grow through the pain. Emily felt this, and brought his sack up with her hand and furiously jerked his swelling cock with swelling balls in hand. This gave Jeremy little pleasure, but his dick was still leaking. 

Carrie felt Jeremy tense through her hands holding his, and found herself moaning. Jeremy moaned too, as he heard Carrie moan. He looked up at her and saw her crotch strained and mouth gasping. Jeremy fluttered and started making more noise, this a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

Emily's moaning got harder and more intense and she let go of his manhood and shoved that hand into his mouth, gagging Jeremy. Jeremy had issues breathing, but felt himself get close to coming. In fact, the issues breathing made this feel hotter, for some reason. 

Jeremy moaned into Emily's hand as his and her climax coincided. Emily shrieked in ecstasy, digging her hand into his mouth and he shrieked into her spasming hand. Carrie reared her foot back and forwarded a field goal between Jeremy's wide goal posts. Jeremy's orgasm got ruined by the devastating strike. He screamed painfully into Emily's claw, and before he could pull his legs together, Carrie sent another kick between his legs. 

The feeling of his tortured manhood, erect cock, and dripping cum on her foot as Jeremy pulled his strong legs in, trapping Carrie's foot in place was enough to make her orgasm. The beautiful brunette spasmed with her foot stuck between Jeremy's legs, and hands still holding tight. 

Jeremy tried to roll over, fall back, fall forward, to do something, but he was completely stuck. His hands weren't his, his mouth wasn't his, and his balls were trapped under Carrie's foot. He looked at the floor almost lifelessly as he waited to be allowed to roll around and weep with his own body. 

Emily pulled her hand out of Jeremy's gaping mouth, and regained her breath. Jeremy's head leaned downwards and his case of drooling was only interrupted by the occasional weak heave. Carrie pulled her foot out soon after, then bent down to put her mouth next to Jeremy's ear. 

"Day of firsts... right, boy?" She said softly, kissing him on his cheek. With that, he let him plop to the floor, finally able to use his hands. Instantly, he pulled them to his crotch began rolling when he found the power to. 

Carrie and Emily turned to each other, not saying much. 

Finally, Emily spoke first. "...That was super fucking hot!"


Carrie nodded. She turned her head down to Jeremy, and rubbed his hair as he lied flat on his face. "We should do this again sometime. See you around, sexy." 

With that, the two girls walked together to Carrie's car. 

"Oh shit, I have to pick up my asshole of a brother." Carrie said, just remembering. 

"Can we do what we just did, to him?" Emily asked, still feeling her juices flowing. 

Carrie laughed, thinking about Nate being put in a similar situation. It's not like he wouldn't deserve it. 

"Maybe. We'll see."