He had his reservations when she told him he was a red, as he unabashedly much preferred the pink. However, now maybe for the sixth time this week, he had to admit when seeing the glossy cosmetics paint across his lips that she was right.
She was always right.
The brief interlude with the mirror was a small reprieve from his duties. He was touching up his make-up wanting to make sure he looked perfect as he did his best job as server. It was mistress's party tonight. She had them often as she was quite the social creature so the setting wasn't anything particularly new to her pet boy.
This was one of the first events that he was allowed to 'help' other than servicing her when his leash was pulled and just generally being eye candy (something he was still skeptical about his validity as, but Mistress assured him he was a lovely distraction).
He was still basically eye candy tonight, hair done neatly into a small tight ponytail, held by a little white bow. Another white bow, although much larger, wrapped around his middle and flowed over his rump. Other than that, it was a sheer pair of black stockings, hooked elegantly into the garter-belt. And though Mistress was generally kind enough to keep his cock uncaged, tonight it was locked tight in an opalescent white curve of high quality plastic. In public functions like this, it was just good manners to keep your pet 'muzzled' so he understood. Other than that , his psuedo-french maid outfit was completed by the usual dainty headpiece and frilled apron covering most of his torso and just the barely drooped down to obscure his tamed boyhood.
"May I top you off, ma'am." He was soon asking once again in the parlor and tending to the guests as they mingled and indulged in the various games Mistress had set up. Many just drank and puppy was to make sure they didn't have to wait long for more.
"Yes, near the brim this time. Your lady has excellent taste." Puppy had to keep his lips pursed tight, playfully wanting to comment more on 'her taste' but he feared his humor might fall flat on this rather surly redhead. This had actually been the most polite she had been all night—tongue sharply critically of him so far. This was worrisome as his mistress made it crystal clear. For every complaint she got about him tonight, he would pay dearly.
Speaking of Mistress, he scanned around the room for her. His heart pounded in his chest, excited to spot her. When he did, he almost instantly whimpered affectionately, finding her smiling over towards him as she chatted away with the larger mob huddled around the center table and the boy who was laying down on it nude.
They were playing a game and the other male was the gameboard. At first, mistress suggested that he might be used for this but was later informed he would be helping serve in a more active capacity.
His legs steadied on the perch of his heels, having to strut to the next guest with his upturned ass wagging with each step. His eyes stayed on the scene for a moment longer.
The game itself was simple. You took turns, drew cards and did what the cards said, locations of these actions varying depending on where your game piece or mark was on the boy. These types of games were beginning to get more popular as geekchic and the growing trend of tabletop gaming began to look at the already objectified male as potential game mechanic. The goal of this and many of the variations was to get the boy to cum on your turn. Often times decks were stacked to get more intense as the game went longer and it appeared they were getting into the late stages already. An extremely buxom woman had gotten onto the table and had straddled over his face. His face disappeared under her dress as she sat, reaching back and jerking him with her twisting fist while riding his face. By the convulsing spasms of his hips, it was clear the game was going to end in the next turn or two.
He didn't remember getting that card...
Even though her puppy didn't get a chance to be the gameboard tonight, she had playtested her version of the game on him prior to this. The memories seeped back into his consciousness as he watched for a moment longer.
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"Oh no no. Just staying in with Puppy tonight. Got some 'alpha testing' to do on him." Lydia explained over the cellphone, idly dotting his bound nude form with a variety of colored markers.
"Yea. Of course its alpha testing. I'm his alpha and I'm testing something on him. ha~" She justified further. Puppy would have giggled, delighted at the concept but was currently unable to hear. A pair of noise-cancelling headphones had been put over the top of his ears. If that wasn't enough already, he was also blindfolded so he had to just lay and wonder if the game had even started yet as the wet jaunts of the markers nipped him in a variety of spots.
"Sure. I'll talk to you later." She closed out, finishing her goodbye and then hanging up the phone. Her eyes then took in the fruits of her efforts.
Lydia's boy was laid out on their table, hands tied to the top end. His body had a few spots where different colored X's were marked. These would be where each player began.
Bryn's mistress hummed to herself, finding herself anxious to begin while pulling the first card.
[TUG] The card read, making her grin as she noticed her current player's position was just over where his eager heart was pumping. Looked like she was in range of a nipple...
Her knuckles clasped the pink smoothness, then giving a grazing with her thumb before pinching it between the thumb's pad and her index. After giving it a plucking pull, she ended her turn and moved on to the next card.
In the space between, he breathed hotter. That seemed to be a very clear sign that the game had begun. Not only was it thrilling to know the game wasn't going to end until he came, but lack of vision and audio made the surreal experience all the more vivid.
So when the headphones were adjusted and he felt her lips press against his ear, he gasped in a startled yap.
"Shhh~ It's okay puppy~ Mommy got a 'whisper' card so she's just going to fill your head with all kinds of naughty thoughts to make you blow your creamy load as soon as possible. I've only got a little while, but I can tell it's having a big effect on you, puppy. Your cock is already twitching... I bet you can feel that spunk boiling in your loins, wanting flood out already... Shhh... it'll come...you'll cum..."
His earphones were set back in place, cheeks now violently red and his hips flexing with every involuntary wag of his boyhood.
It didn't take long for her to pick another card, only giving her boy to the count of five to brace himself. Even though he couldn't hear it, her murring 'five' was matched by her rubbing along his thighs. Mistress's palms had an otherworldly heat to them. Never hot, never cold. Just radiating this inviting warmth. Part of this undeniable knowledge of her every touch and feel contributed to him being a beta-tester rather than the floor model. He would cum for her. She knew he would and that wouldn't make for a very fair game. His endless devotion to her, even erotically, was his undoing in this instance.
"MmmmmMmmmmmm..." He mewled, toes curling and lips parting as her hand continued its exploration of his thighs and the space between. Eventually he noticed there was steady timing to the back and forth, then she suddenly stopped. A second later he felt the wet kiss of the red marker dot right under his balls and then a slashing pair of lines making a new X.
That seemed ominous.
