My Master smiled at me as he ushered me into the room. There he had setup a large screen TV to watch the Basketball game. I had known he intended to have a few of the guys in to watch the game, I had not expected to be invited. Of course, with Master, surprises were his specialty.
"Come my slave, everyone agrees you should watch the game with us." was all he had said to me when he had come to fetch me, tossing me a tiny little sundress to put on, and unquestioningly I had followed. I stood in the doorway and smiled shyly at the four men who were seated around the room as the pre-game commentary was going on on the screen. They all smiled back generously and I felt the familiar flip in my gut, knowing that surely my Master had plans for me, more than just me watching the game.
Sure enough, Master spoke once again. "We decided we would like to have a little game of our own, my slave, while we watch the basketball. And, what is sport without a little wager happening, hmm?" He grinned at me, and my eyes followed the turn of his head, noticing that on the side table were laid out a wide array of toys.... whips & floggers and paddles of all sizes, clamps and chains and weights, ... all sorts of his favorite things. I took a deep breath and looked at him once again.
"Remove your dress and kneel my slave, and I will explain the little wager you will be making." He smiled, as I reached for the hem of my short dress and pulled it over my head, my otherwise nude body now on display to the visitors in the room, and sunk obediently to my knees, my hands clasped behind me. I kept my gaze lowered, blushing at the thought of these four men looking at me this way, and awaited my Master's instructions.
"Now my slave... I have here the names of each team, sealed in an envelope. Please select one, which will be the team of your wager." He held out to me a silver tray with the 2 envelopes on it, and cautiously I reached and chose one. He immediately held the remaining envelope over a nearby candle and held it till the flames nearly reached his fingers, before dropping it back on the tray. He then took from me the remaining envelope and set it conspicuously on the top of the TV.
"The name of your team is sealed, and unknown to any of us. The conditions of your wager are like this.... if your team loses, I will have the pleasure of using any of the available toys on you,.. in front of our guests of course.. until I judge the debt of your loss is paid." I glanced up at him and felt a shiver run through my spine, noticing the vagueness of his description. "If your team is the winner... you will be rewarded, by being allowed to drink your fill from each of our visitors cocks." His grin widened, and I followed his gaze to the guests, and noticed they too were grinning wickedly at me as I knelt there nude in front of them. I felt my skin flush, not sure which of the options presented to me was actually the best one. Much as I love to suck and empty my Master's cock I was not accustomed to doing this to total strangers, or with an audience.
My thoughts were interrupted, however, by the cheers on the screen as the players rushed onto the court. My Master tapped at the inside of my knees with his crop until my knees were spread wide open, displaying my cunt to the men seated across the room, and settled himself in his chair beside me. As the first quarter of the game progressed, Master paid very little attention to the fact that I was there, except for the odd tap of his crop under my breasts if he deemed my posture to be failing, but I was always quite aware of the eyes of the others on me. As each team scored points I found my heart beginning to race, my breath quicken, and my body burn with the heat of the tension I was feeling. With each basket I thought "Is that my team? Am I winning or losing?" and my breath would catch in my throat, a reaction that seemed to delight our guests as they watched me squirm in this state of uncertainty.
At the end of the first quarter my Master gave me a sideways glance and casually asked me if I was feeling the strain in my back of kneeling for this lengtgh of time. "Perhaps you need a change of positon, my slave. Turn and rest your shoulders to the floor a while."
I knew this command, and slowly turned my back to the men on the other side of the room, remembering to keep my knees wide, and leaned forward til my shoulders touched the floor, my breasts pressed against the carpet, my hands reaching back between my legs to grasp below my knees. I felt the quick sting of his crop on my ass, and quickly tipped upwards, displaying my ass and cunt to the room. From this position I was not able to see the screen, and my ears strained to hear as the crowd cheered with each basket scored, trying to keep track of the score, though still unsure who should be winning or losing. I stayed like this for the second quarter of the game.
During half time my Master casually removed his pants and thrust his cock into my cunt from behind, jamming it to the bottom with a fierce thrust. I was already so wet from having been on display before the four guests in this position, and he was already hard from my humiliation. He grunted suddenly, and came, with little ceremony, as he pounded my cunt with his hard cock, filling my with his cum, .... but he did not give me permission to do the same, and I held despirately to keep from cumming until he was finished and pulled his cock from me.
