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Erotica by Joe Tortuga

SirTortuga's Fucktoy Christmas : Party Prep 2/4

(bdsm, fucktoy, partyprep, sirtortuga)

December 24, 2010

When I got to the gym, close to twenty fucktoys milled about, making space and talking with Antoine. A chair had been pulled up for me, and as I approached it, one of the fucktoys broke off, and walked to me. They called her “Pierce” since she had quite a few piercings on her face, breasts and cunt lips, but also had a set of corset piercings down her back. I ran my hand down them as she approached me.

“Sir,” she said. “Since Zee wants to be in the contest, I offered to take her place as your fucktoy of the day.”

“You don’t want to join them?” I asked her.

“Can’t,” she said. “I’ve already got a job as the mantelpiece.”

I fondled her piercings, pulling on them, “So our stockings will be hung with you, then?”

“Yes Sir!” she said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

I settled down in my chair. “What two fucktoys have the highest marks right now?” I asked her as she settled in at my feet.

“Fifteen and Zee,” she said.

I should have known that would be the answer. I picked them out. Zee’s braid swung back and forth as she talked animatedly with another fucktoy. It brushed her ass as she talked, and I smiled thinking of fucking her earlier. Pierce rubbed my hardening cock through my pants, but did nothing else.

Fifteen was one of our male fucktoys, he was six feet tall, had abs to die for, and a beautiful cock — and the maturity level of a fifteen year old boy. Only his competition with Zee over who would be head fucktoy kept him in line; still, he was gorgeous.

“Which one is ahead?” I asked.

“Fifteen is a point or two ahead; Zee figured she’d catch up today, what with being with you,” Pierce said. My fucktoy of the day always got more merits or demerits than any of the others.

“Okay,” I said. “You’re the judge,” I said. “You’ll need some way to keep time, and a good ability to focus.”

Pierce chuckled at that. “I’ll be right back, then, Sir?”

I patted her ass, “Go on. Oh, and send Zee and Fifteen over.”

Zee and Fifteen came up, and Zee said, “You wanted to see us Sir?”

“Yes, I want you each to put together six person teams,” I said. “Carol, who is providing entertainment tomorrow, needs six fucktoys who can be perfectly still. She asked for tied slaves, but Antoine doesn’t have time.”

While they considered that, my fucktoy returned with a whistle and a digital stopwatch around her neck. She knelt between my legs, deftly pulling my cock out. I wasn’t hard, not yet, but they know their jobs. I ran my hand through her hair — she wore it high and tight, but just long enough that I could grab it if I wanted. Handholds were the rule, and we let people choose otherwise. Variety is the spice of life, particularly in fucktoys.

“So we’re going to compete?” Fifteen asked. I could tell he was aroused at the prospect, which made me grin.

“Yes. Make up the teams from whoever is here and not already tied up for tomorrow. One team will try to get the other to move, then they’ll switch places. Best time wins. Oh,and be in positions that Antoine was supposed to tie you in. Might as well test for what you’re really going to have to do.”

“What are the limits?” Fifteen asked.

“Normal limits,” I said. “Anything I’d do to you on your fucktoy day. The only disqualifying movements are ones they make for themselves.” I hoped that’d work for Carol, but I wasn’t sure.

“Not everyone can participate,” Zee said, tugging on her braid.

“I know,” I said. “But we need it decided — the team will have to practice with Carol later today.”

“And the prize?” Fifteen asked. He was very eager. I’m sure half of it was his competition with Zee, but I’ve been sexually generous with competition winners in the past.

“Winning team doesn’t have to work the New Year’s party. Losing team picks up the slack. Oh, and if the winning team pleases Carol, they get tickets to the New Year’s party.”

“Like,real people tickets?” Zee asked. Her nipples crinkled up at the prospect. My fucktoy choked at that point, and I hadn’t even shoved my cock down her throat. I pulled her head down on me, just to give her a good enough reason beyond eavesdropping.

“Exactly like that,” I said. “Fifteen, you’re a point or two ahead, I hear. So you can pick to pitch or catch first.”

He thought about it for a minute. “We’ll catch. I think we can set a time they won’t beat.”

“Well, then get to it,” I said. “I want this decided within the hour.”

“We’re so totally kicking your ass,” Fifteen said to Zee as he walked away. He slapped her on the ass, in a not-so-friendly way. I started to intervene, but thought better of it when she stopped and stared at him.

“Don’t count on it little boy,” she said, and stalked off.

While they grouped up, I tied my fucktoy’s arms behind her back using her corset piercings, and made her walk about a bit on her knees before returning to her place between my legs. She could only bob up and down on my cock without much precision or skill, but I didn’t really want to come yet, anyway. It was more fun to watch her struggle.

Zee and Fifteen came over, to let me know they’d chosen teams. Fifteen had three men and three women, and Zee had picked four women and just one man. Knowing what I did of their abilities, I admired her choices. Fifteen had his cronies, but Zee had picked people who could handle the discipline.

Interestingly, one of her friends hadn’t gotten picked at all, but that wasn’t my concern. Ultimately, they’re here for my pleasure — and that needed to be theirs, because it was all I ever guaranteed. That’s what being a fucktoy is about, after all.

I untied my fucktoy. “Time to be the judge,” I said. She blew the whistle, and yelled for everyone to get in place. I moved out of the way, letting my referee be in charge. I didn’t control contests — I just gave out prizes and set the rules.

Well, I enjoyed them too, of course.

Joe Tortuga

Written by Joe Tortuga a bisexual dominant erotica writer and programmer (he/him). Follow me on Twitter