Note: At 10am, I was challenged to write a 3 part story, delivering one part in the morning, one part in the afternoon and the final part that night. Initially I had no hope but actually, it was fun.
Part 1. Tic-tac-toe (Dick-tac-toe)
I'm lying on a low table.
My ankles are tied to one pair of legs
my wrists to the other.
I hear your friend say
"Let's play tic-tac-toe".
You grab my hard cock.
"First we need a board"
You drag your sharpened nail
down the head of my cock.
I struggle to keep silent.
It's game night
and I must not interrupt.
You don't break the skin
but the trace is visible.
Your friend draws one more vertical line.
I almost cry out.
My breathing is heavy and hard.
You draw a horizontal line.
I lose control and moan a little.
I get a punch in the balls for my disobedience.
Your friend slips off her panties.
"Open up"
I open my mouth,
she stuffs it full of moist cloth.
She quickly ties a cord around my head to keep it in place.
The smell and taste of her cunt fills my senses.
She draws the final line of the board.
Shes places an X
I don't know where.
"Who said, you could go first?"
Each stroke makes my cock throb.
You place Os.
These are worse than the Xs
perfect little circles of pain
that seem to take forever to carve out.
Of course the game is a draw.
What matters is that I am the loser.
Part 2. Checkers (I'm board)
The same table.
This time I am face down.
Because you are a sweet and generous person,
my face rests against a thin pillow
and not on the hard surface of the table.
My clamped nipples are pressed in pain
under my own weight.
A spiky-toothed ring circles underneath the mushroom-head of my cock.
It is chained such that it can only point towards my feet
If I get hard,
my cock will press the ring against the table
and the teeth will bite.
I am blind-folded and gagged.
Relaxing music plays through noise-cancelling earbuds.
Sometimes I can hear that you are talking
but I don't know what you're saying.
The first line of hot wax burns across my back.
I feel the blood rush as I whimper slightly.
Each new line brings a rush of pain
and a rush of blood.
Soon it all blends into one
as you make your way down my back
from top to bottom.
There is a pause.
I don't know how long.
And then more wax.
This time the lines run from top to bottom
Eventually it is done.
I know what will come next.
I have seen your set of black and what discs
smooth and cool on the top
rows of little pins on the bottom.
I feel them being placed one at a time
you and your friend lay out the board
on each side of my back.
Each one placed with just enough force
to make it stick.
I dare not move now.
I try to keep my breathing steady.
I must not disturb your game.
I feel each move
but I have no idea
what is going on,
drifting in the pain.
Sometimes completely blank
sometimes thinking about pleasing you
sometimes having naughty thoughts
and quickly regretting it
as the teeth of the ring remind me of my predicament.
Who won?
Was it close?
Did someone cheat?
...
What does the board care?
It is happy to be played with.
Part 3. Black and white (A Game of Stones)
"OK, you throw the stones
from behind this line",
you explain to your friend.
"You're white, I'm black.
Whoever gets the most stones into the bucket wins."
The bucket in question is suspended
a couple of feet off the ground
by a short piece of twine.
The other end of the twine is tied securely
just above my balls.
They are dangling low,
weighed down by the empty bucket.
It's a little uncomfortable.
You take your places behind the line.
Each of you has a bag of stones.
You begin to toss them towards the bucket.
Many of them bounce off or miss completely
but each one that lands inside
adds a little to my discomfort.
After a few minutes of this,
I am really feeling the weight of the bucket.
I am sweating.
My legs are starting to tremble.
I make eye contact with you,
hoping you will take pity on me.
Instead you turn to your friend
and whisper something to her.
She giggles.
Your stones have run out.
My balls are aching with the weight
I lock my knees and focus on you.
Your friend says,
"I still have some stones left
but I really need to pee.
Just a minute".
She beams a big smile at you
and walks out.
You turn to me,
"Well... I hope she doesn't take too long...".
You walk over to me.
The floor is covered in stones.
It's hard to know who's winning.
You start to gather up black stones.
You have a large handful of them.
You lock my eyes with yours
and start dropping them one by one into the bucket.
Each stone feels like a hammer blow.
You walk back to the line.
After what feels like an eternity,
your friend comes back into the room.
She picks up her bag of stones
and takes aim with her first stone.
She pauses.
"Why are all the stones at the top of the bucket black?", she asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Look, I can't see any of my stones.
You've been cheating!"
You pause for a minute.
I cough.
Even that hurts so much.
You both look at me.
I cough again.
"I think he wants to speak", she says.
"HE is not allowed to speak", you say.
"Well maybe HE has something to tell us", she replies.
"YOU will be punished if you speak",
you say, staring at me.
"I'm sorry." I blurt out.
"SILENCE".
"It's my fault.
I did this when you weren't looking.
I moved some of your black stones
from the floor to the bucket
when she was peeing and you were not paying attention.
I just wanted you to win".
"This is unacceptable", you say,
"not only have you spoken without permission,
you have embarrassed me in front of my friend.
Your punishment will be severe".
You turn to your friend,
"I am so sorry.
What can I do to make this up?
Perhaps you would like to take your revenge?"
She nods, a smile slowly spreading across her face.
"Please. No mercy for this one", you say,
"I'm just popping out to the toilet,
I expect to hear his screams".
As you leave the room,
you turn to look at me.
Your friend is closing in on me.
You blow me a kiss.
A beautiful, warm feeling rises in my chest
and a shiver runs down my back.
I will endure for you.
