The Big Game – Part One

These are the things I think of when I can’t sleep at night…

“Come here, pet,” he said, motioning her to him.

She walked towards him, quietly. She knew he was planning something. He had been on the phone most of the day while she spent the day in the kitchen preparing for the big game tonight.

“You know I told you that I invited a few friends over to watch the game, right?”

She nodded. Her stomach did a flip. She knew him so well; she could see that his demeanor was different.

“They’re friends from the club.” He looked into her eyes.

“The club, Sir? You mean…?” she asked.

The club was the local BDSM club they went to every few weeks. She could hang out with her submissive friends while the Dominants and Dommes socialized. They had even played a little bit the last time, testing her exhibitionist side.

“We’ve talked about this fantasy before, pet,” he reminded her. “Tonight’s the night we fulfill it for you.”

They talked a lot about her fantasies, one of which was to be used by several men. She knew he would never invite over anyone he didn’t trust.

“Your safe word will be in place,” he said. “If you need it, it’s there. They will respect it.”

She hoped she wouldn’t need to use it but knowing she had it put her at ease.

“They’ll be here in a few minutes. Go get yourself ready. I’ll put out the food.”

She knew he meant a mental preparation. Physically, she was smooth and clean everywhere, always ready for anything with her Sir. She walked into their bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. The moment those men walked through the door, she knew she would have to be ready for anything.

The doorbell rang.

“Pet,” he called. “Answer the door.”

She walked out of the bedroom and toward the door. Opening it wide, she saw three familiar faces standing at the door. She immediately averted her eyes wanting to show her respect for the Dominant men coming into their home.

They walked past her, barely glancing her way.

The men exchanged greetings, jovially. They talked about the teams playing that evening, sports in general, moving from topic to topic. She stood quietly to the side until she sensed a lull in the conversation.

“Strip, slut,” growled Sir R. She had never learned his name, even from his kitten.

She glanced at her Sir for confirmation. His stared stonily back at her. She knew that for this night, she had four Sirs to answer to. She only hoped she could please them all.

She unzipped her jeans and slowly pulled them down over her round ass, letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of the crumpled jeans and kicked them against the wall behind her. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, her breasts on full display the moment her arms reached over her head, nipples dark and tight already. No underwear, as Sir liked.

Fully naked, she kept her eyes down and stood quietly.

“That’s better,” grunted Sir R.

“The game’s about to start,” said her Sir. “Let’s go into the family room. We’ve got everything set up in there. Come, pet.”

She followed the men into the room. They had four comfortable chairs set up around the 51 inch new smart TV, Sir’s pride and joy. Each man chose a seat. Once they were comfortable, she went to the bar at the back of the room and grabbed a tray of drinks. She slowly walked around the room, offering each man a drink, eyes downcast the entire time. Periodically, she would feel a hand caress her hip or breast. Goosebumps pebbled her flesh at the contact.

“Ok, let me remind everyone of the rules tonight.”

Inwardly, she was pleased. This was his way of giving her a little bit of preparation.

“Each quarter, she’s yours to do with as you please. Remember two rules: you can only cum in her mouth. If you fuck her, fine, but don’t cum in my ass or my cunt, got it?” he asked the men.

They all nodded their understanding.

He looked at her. “You have one rule, pet. Do not make a sound the entire game. We want to enjoy the game and your moans will only distract us,” he stated. “Understood, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pointed to the men in the order they would have her: Sir R, Draco, Edge, and her Sir was saved for last.

A few moments later, the game began to start. Sir R motioned her over to him. She walked over to his chair and stood, waiting. Never taking his eyes off of the TV, he reached up and pinched her nipple. Her breath caught in her throat as she fought the urge to moan. He twisted her nipple and pulled down. She fell to her knees next to him.

“Suck it, bitch,” he stated quietly, pulling her by her sore nipple towards his knees.

She had no choice but the crawl towards him. He let go as she unzipped his pants and found his semi-hard cock. Pulling it free from his pants, she leaned forward to take him into her mouth. He hardened in her mouth. His was the widest cock she’d ever seen. Her mouth felt stretched and she could only easy take half of his length down her throat.

She sucked and nibbled the head of his cock. She licked down one side and up the other. She heard his breathing strain a bit and knew he was pleased. Abruptly, she felt her head pushed down over his shaft, filling her mouth and throat. He held her in place as she struggled, desperate not to make a sound, terrified of gagging.

Still watching the TV intently, he used her hair to pump her mouth on his cock over and over. Her face hit the seams and buttons of his jeans, abusing her tender skin. Every so often he would hold her in place, making her gag on his girth. Her breathing became harsher, but she never made a sound.

She lost track of time thinking he would never cum. Finally, he held her head in place one final time as he shot hot cum down the back of her throat, forcing her to take every drop. When he was done, with his hand still in her hair, he tossed her to the side. She collapsed on the floor next to his chair, panting.

He coughed slightly, and she pulled herself up to her knees in front of him. Her Sir had trained her well. She knew she wasn’t quite done yet. She licked his now flaccid cock clean with her tongue and gently tucked him back into his pants, zipping him back up. He reached down and twisted her nipple again, causing her to writhe in pain. Her face contorted as she struggled not to make a sound. Finally, he let go and pushed her away.

“I’m done with her,” he announced.

Seconds later the first quarter ended. The station cut to commercial and the men began to talk about the game. It was then that she realized they had all been cheering or growling through the first quarter as if she wasn’t really there. Sir R had been the only one to stay quiet throughout. She crawled up to his chair and waited for him to acknowledge her.

When he looked at her, she whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he replied.

The game came back on, the start of the second quarter. She crawled over to Draco and knelt by his side, waiting for his direction.

His hand reached out to stroke her hair. She closed her eyes at the gentle touch. He tugged gently, and she looked at him.

“Ass up, head down, cunt,” he ordered quietly. “Show me your tight asshole.”

She crawled between his feet and assumed the position. She put hands on her ass and opened her cheeks to his view. He leaned forward and spit directly on her ass. Her eyes widened. A moment later, two fingers plunged into her asshole.

She bit her lip in an effort not to scream. Rougher than she was used to, his fingers felt like an invasion. For several thrusts, he used two fingers and then he introduced a third. Her body tensed. She realized he was getting her ready for something larger, stretching her.

Sweat began to coat her body as she struggled not to cry out. As he finger-fucked her ass, he spoke with Sir R about the missed down. His fingers moved like a piston in out and of her ass, mercilessly. Finally, he stopped. She sighed as she felt his hand move away from her ass.

In one swift motion, he was on his knees behind her, burying his cock into her ass. She gasped at the invasion. Draco smacked her ass hard.

“Shut up, bitch,” he growled.

For the next several minutes, he methodically pumped in out and of her ass. Every so often he would pull back just enough to spit again to lube her up a little more, before continuing like a machine. She wondered if he would ever tire of the constant motion.

Abruptly, he stopped fucking her, grabbed her by her hair, pulled her to him, and shoved his cock down her throat. She barely registered the taste of her own ass before she began choking as hot cum poured into her throat. She swallowed and swallowed as he shot a huge load into her. Finally, he finished.

She immediately began cleaning him with her tongue, as she had Sir R. She tucked his cock back in his pants.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. He simply grunted in reply.

Finally, it was half time…