The Chair Game 1

This story contains bondage, laughter, gay sex, tickling, Calvin Klein briefs, watching, light breathplay, and a Daddy/Boy relationship between two otherwise unrelated people. Club Sphinx enforces a strict 21+ policy.

Tonight at Midnight

Club Sphinx presents a Special Performance:

THE CHAIR GAME

Last entry: 11:55 pm

No talking

No touching the performers OR other witnesses

Leave anytime, no reentry

Watch closely

The sign is pinned to the wall outside one of the smaller playrooms. It's 11:45, and nothing in the main dungeon area has caught my eye. No telling if this will be any better, but they want people to watch closely.

And I love to watch.

I push through the double hinged door into the closet-sized vestibule, then past the black velvet privacy curtain and into the room.

A single wooden chair sits on a low platform under a bright spotlight in the middle of the room. Sturdy and armless, it looks like something from a fancy artisan dining set. Coiled rope hangs over the chair's back. A large bottle of lube with a pump top sits neatly underneath.

The rest of the room is dark. The heavy black velvet curtains draped over the walls suck up light and sound.

There are other people here already. Maybe a dozen? More? It's hard to see them in the shadows around the platform. No one's speaking out loud; an occasional whisper, some shuffling feet, mostly it's quiet.

I find a spot against the back wall. The room is so small, I'm still only ten feet from the chair on the stage.

Next to me, a beautiful woman wears a lush couture gown. Her hair is swept back in an impossible pile of curls. Heavy jewels hang from her throat and wrists. She looks like she's about to step onto a red carpet; super fancy, even for a selective club like this.

The fancy Lady holds a long golden chain hooked to the collar of the naked young man beside her. She's wrapping the chain around her hand, then unwrapping it, then wrapping it again. A nervous habit.

She notices me watching, smiles at me. I smile back.

A few more minutes pass. Some more people enter, but they stay near the door, so I can't see them very well.

More minutes tick by. I shift my weight from foot to foot. Surely it's been 15 minutes by now? The Lady's collared Nude picks at his belly button. The Lady tugs on his chain leash. He stops.

Movement on my right: the curtain on the side wall parts. A graceful, willowy woman emerges from a hidden doorway. She steps onto the platform and into the spotlight. She's wearing the club's femme staff uniform: a trim white button-up dress with a short skirt and a collar. I think they look like old-timey nurse uniforms.

"Good evening," she says. All the whispers and murmurs and shuffling cease. "Welcome to this very special performance. Before we begin, I'd like to remind everyone of the rules for tonight."

This club Staffer is turning slowly, looking into the shadows. Her short skirt rides up as she shifts her weight. I glimpse a ruffled garter around her left thigh.

"Our performers are here to be watched, witnessed, observed. You may leave any time you wish, but if you're here, you must pay attention. Keep your hands to yourself. If you have permission to touch a fellow witness, you may do so outside."

She flashes a faux-bright customer service smile. "Do not become a distraction. If you forget, I'll be happy to assist you to the door."

Finished, the Staffer claps loudly three times, steps down from the platform, takes up a post near the main entrance.

The silence thickens. Nobody moves. We wait.

One endless minute later, they emerge from the side entrance. Two men, hand in hand. Dozens of eyes follow them as they walk toward the spotlight.

The smaller one steps onto the platform first. He's in his late twenties maybe? A boyish face and slim, hairless body make him look younger. Golden skin is already flush with excitement. He's wearing black Calvin Klein briefs and nothing else.

He pulls his partner onto the stage. This man is taller and bigger and at least fifty. Matching briefs show off hairy legs, arms, chest, back. Even his slight beer belly is covered with thick curly hair. Salt and pepper, like his beard and crew cut. He's built like a construction worker. Not toned, but powerful.

The smaller man looks around. Overgrown, silky black hair falls over his eyes; he pushes it back, studying us, eyes alight.

The hairy Bear-type looks around too. "Oh wow..." he mutters in a deep voice.

"Hi everyone!" the shorter guy chirps. "So glad you dropped in, this is gonna be sooo fun! Tonight we're gonna show you a little game we like to play. Isn't that right?" He pushes his fingers through his partner's chest hair.

"Sure. We're gonna see how long my Boy can stand to sit in my lap with y'all watching." The Bear places his large brown hand in the small of his Boy's back, pulls him in closer.

"Daddybear! That's not the game! It's who can make the other cum first."

"But since you always lose..."

"You know I lose on purpose so I can suck your cock!" The Boy grins at the shadowy audience. "He's got the yummiest cock, wanna see?" His hands slip toward the Bear's waistband.

The Bear grabs his wrists, stops him. "Why don't you tell these nice folks our safewords first?"

"It's Red for stop, Yellow for wait." The Boy sighs dramatically. "I wanted it to be 'Yankees Suck!' but he wouldn't let me."

"Brat." The Bear swats his ass. The Boy giggles.

"Are we done with that stuff? I wanna show them my sparkle! Please, Daddybear, can I now?"

"Alright, Boy. Go on and give 'em to me."

The Boy tugs his underwear down his thighs. I get an eyeful of his slim, uncut cock, half-hard and pointing right at me. He's shaved clean, not a hair on the guy. One smooth twink.

He bends down, pulls his briefs off his ankle, dangles them off one finger right in the Bear's face. "Here you go, Daddybear. Fresh."

The older man snatches them, holds them to his face, takes a big whiff. I watch him suck the crotch into his mouth. After a long moment he tears himself away, drops the briefs on the floor.

The Boy is bent over again. He's grabbing his ass, holding his own cheeks apart. People behind him react.

I want to see, too.

"Now come on, Boy, show the whole class."

The Bear moves quickly, scoops up the Boy and tosses him over his right shoulder like a sack of grain. His right arm wraps up around the slim waist to hold him. Trapped.

"Daddyyyy!" The Boy squawks and squeals. His skinny legs dangle down the Bear's front. His hands grab hold of the Bear's thick ass for support, or fun.

The Bear slowly rotates, making sure all of us can see the 2-inch round jewel between the Boy's asscheeks.

"My Boy just looooves to stretch himself out with pretty things. Says it makes him feel like an expensive whore. Isn't that right, Boy?"

I watch the Bear slide his free hand up the back of the Boy's smooth thigh, watch his fingertips brush the jewel. He rotates away from me.

Now the Boy's face comes into view. Looks like the toy in his ass is getting worked, and good.

"Escort, Daddy! Like I'm a- oohh! A high-priced... escort... and my rich clients buy me huuuuge diam-aaaah!"

The Bear, still turning, faces me again. He's twisting and tugging the "diamond" in the Boy's ass.

"Shoving diamonds up your shithole? To gape you out for cock?" the Bear taunts. "Sounds like a whore to me."

"Daddybear!" the Boy moans. "Daddy noooo!"

The Bear slaps the Boy's naked ass, shrugs his big shoulder, sets the younger man back on his feet. The Boy doesn't regain his balance before he's swept into the Bear's arms and hungrily kissed. I watch his smaller frame melt against that big hairy chest, watch his lips part for his man's tongue, submitting.

Fuck...

The Bear breaks the kiss. "Alright, Boy, ready to play? Want to get your seat all ready?"

The Boy blinks, smiles, nods. His hands run down the Bear's chest and belly, his fingers hook the waistband of the Calvins. He drops lightly to his knees, drags the briefs down with him, helps the Bear step out of them.

The Bear's fuzzy round ass is facing me now. Only the very tip of his cock isn't obscured by his hip; it bobs inches from the Boy's face. The Boy takes it in both hands, leans so close, parts his pink lips.

"Ah ah, little Boy, no tasting! Not until you've creamed yourself riding it for all them to see."

The Boy freezes for a second, then licks his own lips. He starts working the Bear's shaft with both hands. "No way, Daddybear. I'm not losing today. You're the one who's gonna bust first."

"That so?"

"Yup. I'm gonna be the nastiest, cock-hungry slut you've ever seen. And you loooove showing off how depraved your little Boy is..."

"Ha! You're Mister Showoff! You really think you can last? All tied up, on display?"

"Please, old man, I'll have you nutting inside of five minutes. Then

you'll

be the one on your knees sucking

my

cock! Yeah you're gonna swallow my cum, and all these people are gonna see!"

"Fuckin' brat." The Bear reaches down, pulls the Boy to his feet, kisses him again. "Talking an awful big game for someone so short."

"Haha, whatever, you love it!"

The Bear turns to the chair, sits his bare ass down on it. Finally I can see his meaty cock, standing proud from a thicket of silvering pubes. So veiny...

He pats his thigh. "C'mon and have a seat, Boy. Unless your mouth is writing checks your sweet ass can't cash."

"Rude!" The Boy spins and swings his leg over, settling so gracefully astride the Bear's lap. I wonder if he's a dancer or something? He plants his hands on the Bear's knees in front of him, leans his weight forward, arches his back to present his tight little ass.

This is a pretty good view, but if I take one small step to my left, another...

Oh shit, I'm standing really close to the glamourous Lady. Too close. Her shoulder is just inches away from mine. I can smell her perfume.

But she's not moving away. She glances over at me, smirks, nods. Ok cool.

There, now I can see both men in perfect profile: the Bear's hard cock, the glittering jewel between the Boy's cheeks, their two flushed faces. So sexy.

The Bear palms one pretty asscheek, takes hold of the jewel with his big fingers. Little tug, bigger tug, big twist and the plug comes free. It's stainless steel and surprisingly large. Must be HEAVY.

"Fuck yeah," the Boy grunts. His gaping ass winks at me.

The Bear reaches down, sets the plug on the wadded Calvins, then hits the lube dispenser. His big, hairy hand wraps around his big, hairy cock. He pumps it once, twice, smearing the palmful of lube all over. That hard slab of fuckmeat gleams wetly in the spotlight.

He rubs the Boy's pucker with his lube-coated fingertips. The Boy throws his head back and moans. I see his hard dick jump between his smooth, trembling thighs.

The Bear grips his slick cock in one hand, the Boy's hip in the other. "Alright baby, sit back."

The Boy eases back. He gasps when the fat tip brushes his hole, groans as it slips inside. Inch by inch he settles down further. I throb watching that big dick slowly disappear between his tight cheeks.

When did the Staffer come back on stage? It's like she appeared behind them by magic. She takes the rope from the chair back, separates it into two coils. She offers one to the Bear. He takes it with a nod.

The Staffer kneels at the couple's feet. She binds the Boy's right ankle to the Bear's, with the Boy's inner calf pressed against the Bear's outer shin. She leaves the rope's slack under the chair, uses the other end of the rope to bind their left ankles together the same way.

Only the Boy's toes can still touch the floor. The Bear can move his feet; the Boy can't.

Meanwhile the Bear uses one end of his rope to fashion handcuffs around his Boy's wrists. I can't hear what he's whispering in the Boy's ear, but I can see it makes the young man flush.

Finished with their feet, the Staffer takes the trailing end of the Bear's rope.

"Reach for the stars, Boy," the Bear orders.

The Boy raises his bound wrists high overhead, exposing his shaved pits. The Staffer guides his arms back, either side of the Bear's head. She loops the trailing handcuff rope around a bar connecting the chair's two back legs. She ties it off with enough tension that the Boy can't raise his arms back over the Bear's head.

"There, how do you like that, Boy?" the Bear asks, voice husky. "All tied up for people to see."

"Ohhhhh..."

The Boy's posture is striking: arms bound up and around his man's neck, cock up his ass, back a graceful arch. The Bear moves his feet apart, forcing the Boy's legs open. The young man is totally exposed.

Fucking hell. I fold my hands together and let them rest over my crotch. Surely this looks natural and relaxed? I press myself into my hand, trying not to move a lot.

The Bear gives the Staffer a thumbs-up; she steps back into the darkness.

He slides his hands down the Boy's thighs, careful not to touch the cock straining between them. "They saw you take my hard cock up your shithole, and now they gonna watch you work it like a whore."

He strokes the soft inner thighs with his fingertips. "Daddybear!" the Boy gasps.

"My nasty little attention whore." The Bear shifts his feet again, spreading the Boy's legs even wider. "Y'all look, see how hard he gets when his shitter is stuffed full of cock?"

The Boy moans, starts tilting his hips back and forth.

"Oh c'mon Boy, that all you got? Here, lemme help..."

The Bear's fingertips glide back up over the gyrating hips, across that smooth stomach, to a spot on the Boy's sides over his lowest ribs.

"AAH!" The Boy screams. His whole body tenses and convulses with laughter. "No no no! Not there!" he begs between giggles.

The Bear feigns surprise. "Oh? Ok, how about here?"

His tickling fingers move a few inches further up the young man's sides.

The Boy jerks at the ropes holding his arms back, thrashing and squirming. "AAAHHHH!"

"He's clenching on me like a goddamn vice," the Bear announces. "And look at his thing go! He loves it!"

He spreads his feet apart a few more inches. That skinny hard cock bounces with the Boy's desperate movements, slapping up against his stomach.

"Aaaahh! Daddybear no!" the Boy laughs.

I move my hands up and down together, slowly rubbing myself through my pants. Who's going to notice?

"You wanted to show off, Boy. Let's show all these nice folks how ticklish you are. All your little weak spots. Like here..."

The Bear's big fingers dance further up the Boy's sides into his open, hairless armpits.

"Nooooooo!" The Boy arches his back, pulls at his ropes. He's shrieking and laughing and gasping for air.

The Bear covers the Boy's mouth with one hand, keeps lightly tickling his pit with the other. "One time, I tickled him so hard he pissed. All over the rug. Had to spank him."

The Boy's face is bright red. His laughter and screams emerge muffled from beneath the big hairy hand on his face. Is this guy even breathing? He's shaking so hard it looks like he's vibrating.

Seems like the Bear notices too. He drops both his hands to rest on the Boy's shaking thighs.

The Boy takes big gasping breaths in between involuntary giggles. Tears are streaming down his cheeks.

"Good Boy, that's it, breathe while you can." The Bear pets the top of his thighs, gently, soothing. "Cuz you're all tied up. At my mercy. All your tender bits exposed."

He reaches forward to touch the Boy's knees. "Nothing you can do to stop me..."

"No! Please!" the Boy begs. His eyes are so wide... Is he terrified? Eager? His body is so tense, if he weren't tied down I think he'd be levitating.

"No not there Daddy not there! Please anywhere but there nonononono AAAAHHH!"

The Bear squeezes a spot just above the Boy's knees. The Boy screams.

"AAAHAHAHA NOOO Daddy stop PLEASE!" He twists and pulls at his ropes, shaking, overcome.

"Not a chance, whore," the Bear grins. One hand keeps tormenting a boy-crazy knee, the other drifts back to his pit.

He steps his feet even further apart; the Boy is practically doing the splits, perched precariously across the spread hairy thighs.

"Yellow!" the Boy gasps. "Yellow, I'm slipping..."

In the blink of an eye the Bear's arms are around him, hugging him securely against that broad furry chest. The Bear carefully moves his feet together. His lap becomes a more stable seat.

The Boy pants, eyes shut tight, leans his head back to rest between his arm and the Bear's neck. He shakes as the last involuntary giggles escape his throat. The Bear gently wipes laughter tears from the Boy's cheeks, keeping one burly arm wrapped securely across his chest.

The Staffer steps onto the edge of the platform where she hovers, at the ready.

I can tell the two men are whispering to each other, but I can't make out a word. After a minute the Bear waves the Staffer off. When the Boy nods agreement she steps down and returns to her post.

Now the Bear is planting whiskery kisses on the side of the Boy's neck. The arm around the Boy's chest slides down, the big hand toys with a nipple. The Bear's other hand slips between the Boy's legs to massage his hairless balls.

"Mmmm Daddybear, you touch me soooo good!" the Boy purrs, loud, for us in the audience to hear.

The pause is over.

The Bear's hands shift, moving around the Boy's cock.

"No, let me!" the Boy says. "Let go, I wanna show them my thing!"

The Bear drops his hands at his sides. "Go on, Boy, you show 'em how you do it."

The Boy smirks, looks around into the audience. His lithe body is moving, shifting position as much as the ropes will allow. Shoulders press back against the Bear's chest. Bare toes dig into the floor.

His back arches, and in one fluid movement his hips lift. He rises off the Bear's lap far enough that I can see the hard shaft lodged in his ass.

He sinks down, rises again. Fucking himself on that fat pole.

The Bear grunts. I bite my lip.

"Oooh, yeah, you like that? Does Daddybear like it when I work for this cock?"

The Boy's body undulates, curving into graceful shapes as he rides his man. A sheen of sweat decorates his hairless skin. It's beautiful and hot and seriously I'm fucking desperate now.

I undo the button of my pants as surreptitiously as possible, slide my hand in. Fuck, I ache so good.

Movement on my left: the Lady is doing the same thing. She's hitched her skirt up to her waist in front, her hand pressed between her legs. She's rubbing the coiled chain back and forth against herself. The shortened leash forces her Nude to be nearly doubled over; he's craning his neck at a crazy angle trying to see the show. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care.

"Fuck Daddybear! Your cock feels sooooo good in my fucking ass!"

The Boy is really moving now. I can see his sweet cheeks clench as he rides the shaft between them.

The Bear's hands grip the sides of the chair hard, like he's holding on for dear life. His face is a portrait of pleasure and desperate restraint.

"You like showing me off, Daddy? Uh. All these people? Watching me wiggle on your big, mmm, your big fat Daddy dick?"

The Boy is raising his hips higher, making longer strokes. Really slamming down. His own cock flops wildly.

"I'm your whore, Daddy!" He's shouting. "Everyone look at Daddy's... fucking... whore..."

"Shit Boy, oh shit."

The Bear grabs him by the hips. With brute strength he moves the Boy up and down his shaft in a quick, shallow bounce.

"Yes! Use me Daddy! Use your whore"

"Fuuuucckk..." The Bear doesn't stop bouncing the Boy's hips as he cums. His teeth grit, his face twists in pleasure.

"Yeah Daddy! Gimme your cum! It feels soooooo hot in my ass, fill me up!"