"Should we be making him cum again and again, when he has the big game tomorrow?" "I don't give a fuck about the game. If he does, then HE can keep his cum on a leash. C'mon, boy, we can't MAKE you lose another gigantic load, can we?"
....and then I told him he better be on his best behavior. Brunch? Sure. What time? 11:30am is perfect. Sure....No, I'm not doing anything right now. No. He has no idea what's coming next. I like to keep him guessing.