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Erotica by Joe Tortuga

SirTortuga's Fucktoy Christmas : Party Prep 3/4

(bdsm, fucktoy, partyprep, sirtortuga)

December 24, 2010

Fifteen minutes later, and Fifteen’s team was posed — mostly on their knees, but also in a couple of interesting stances. My fucktoy/referee was on my lap, my cock deep in her cunt. Zee’s team was getting ready to force their opponents to move.

The gym has a hidden closet that is full of a variety of generic toys: whips, chains and clamps, canes and ropes. Most rooms have some sort of storage for that sort of thing, although I have a few unique and preferred items. They wouldn’t need those for this, however. Zee wore a strap-on, and her male team member had sprouted an impressive erection. The rest had canes or crops, which are among the more forceful of the available implements.

Zee knelt behind one of the men, and her male teammate knelt behind a woman. The others stood waiting for my fucktoy’s signal, each ready with crop or cane. I slid a hand down to my fucktoy’s clit; she was on my lap but we were both facing the gym floor. When I flicked her clit, she blew the whistle, and started the clock. Groans could be heard from Fifteen’s team as two of them were penetrated, and the others whipped on the ass.

The whole team was really good at being still, which didn’t surprise me, as that’s one of the things we train them on. The ones most likely to move were those who had an orgasm, but they’d been trained to deny themselves that as well. I was very happy with the ability I was seeing today.

I thrust up into my fucktoy slowly as I watched. I didn’t know how long Carol needed them to be still, but I hoped these displays took 10-15 minutes just to be sure the team that won could do it long enough. After a few minutes, Zee yelled out switch, and she moved down the line to the next man in line and everyone rotated. She was planning to fuck all the men, and her counterpoint would fuck all the women.

I wondered when was the last time I fucked any of them, and regretted not yet getting it all set up on my calendar. Still that’s what the my sexretary was for. I made a mental note to ask her. It was supposed to be fair, but I did occasionally play favorites. That’s my prerogative.

As I pondered that, Zee decided it was again time to switch, which meant she’d be fucking Fifteen. I was sure she’d left him last on purpose, even though that was risky for her chances to win. She leaned over him and fucked him hard. One hand snaked around to his cock, and stroked it, and the other pulled his head back so she could whisper in his ear. That didn’t count for movement, of course, since she’d moved his head for him. He scowled at whatever she said, and she laughed, and dropped his head.

Her hand stroked faster and she fucked him hard. I could see him fighting and straining. “Do facial expressions count as movement?” my fucktoy asked as she bounced on my cock.

“Let’s say not,” I said. “They were going to be tied, so only movements they couldn’t make then are fouls.” She nodded and rose up on my cock, and slammed down on it, shifting her hips as I filled her up.

Meanwhile, I could tell that Fifteen was getting close to coming. Zee was fucking him good, and then I saw him shoot. He arched his back and cried out, which was probably close to breaking the rules, depending on how strict my fucktoy wanted to be with them. It didn’t matter, though because Zee didn’t stop stroking his cock and fucking him. That made him move. He flipped her off of him, and pushed her away. My fucktoy blew her whistle then, and shouted “Movement!”

Fifteen got up and stalked over to me. “That was not okay!” he said. “You know how sensitive I am after I come.”

“I know,” I said. “Because I’ve done the self-same thing to you. It’s not beyond your limits, or hasn’t been.”

“Yes,” he said. “But that’s you, Sir.”

“You didn’t have to compete,” Zee said as she walked up beside him. “It’s not like I bit you.” Biting was one of Fifteen’s hard limits.

He just scowled and ignored her. He had to be one of the unhappiest people who’d just come I’d ever met. “I need fifteen minutes to ‘recover’.”

“Not up to me,” I said. “Ref?”

“That seems fair to me. Everyone rest, we’ll reconvene in twenty? The time to beat is just under twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” he said and walked back to his group.

Zee looked pensive, so I asked her, “Do you have anything to add?”

She bit her lip and said, “Not at this time, Sir. I should get back to my team.”

My fucktoy had gone still on my lap during this. “Is it that bad between them?” I asked her.

“It’s pretty bad,” she said. I nodded. It was something to think about. My fucktoys were toys, but they needed maintenance,too. As a rule, I don’t break my toys, and it looked like things might be coming to a head here. I couldn’t easily undo what I’d started, but after New Year’s, there was going to be a discussion.

“Keep me hard, fucktoy,” I said, flexing my cock inside her cunt. She moved a bit, just enough to keep me aroused, while we waited for the next round to begin.

Joe Tortuga

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