College junior Alex is incredulous when his roommate Conner suggests getting involved in a back-room poker game, but if he can't scrape together ten thousand dollars fast, he'll have to withdraw from school and give up his whole life. With Conner along for the ride, surely they can beat back all comers. But neither of them counted on Mr. Boezman, their mysterious and wealthy host. Once the cards start changing hands, it quickly becomes clear that Boezman's not after their money. He'll settle for nothing less than totally humiliating the young jocks... but maybe that's exactly the push they need, to finally explore urges neither of them ever realized they had.
This work of short erotic fiction features a rousing game of strip poker, a pair of hot young studs performing on each other under the watchful eye of an older mentor, authoritarian and humiliation elements, voyeurism and exhibitionism, and the first seeds of a budding relationship. Adults only. (13,000 words)
EXCERPT:
I had to give up my shoes to stay in, adding them to the pile, but after that the other two took mercy on us and just kept calling. Right up until the last flop card came out, anyway. Conner called, of course, and so did Boezman.
“Three hundred,†Dan announced, when it came to him. A huge raise.
I sighed. I had three of a kind: a pair in the hand and the third up on the table. Normally it would've been a great hand, but luck was playing all sorts of games tonight.
“How much for my pants?†I asked.
“I'm feeling pretty good about five,†Boezman declared, as arbitrary as ever.
“Fine.†I shook my head. “But I'm leaving them on until you actually win 'em, if you're going to shortchange me like that.â€
Boezman chuckled. “We both know they're not worth that much, kid,†he said. “But I'll allow it.†He turned to Conner. “Bet's to you.â€
“I'm literally naked, asshole,†Conner pointed out, and Boezman's good cheer flickered ever so slightly. “I ain't got nothing left to bet.â€
Something sadistic crept around behind Boezman's eyes. “How about your seat?â€
We both froze.
“Don't leave us in suspense.â€
Conner's blush was reaching down into his chest now. His whole body seemed to be turning red. “All right,†he grated out. He inched his way out from under the table and yanked the chair out, hunched over awkwardly.
“Toss it over there,†Boezman directed, and Conner shook his head, but there was nothing for it. Finally he straightened, picked up the chair with both hands, and marched out to the designated corner. His cock weaved like a lance in front of him, completely hard, in plain view for all of us.
He squared his shoulders and stood when he came back, refusing to be intimidated, but his face was flushing with humiliation. His balls hung heavily just over the surface of the table, cock pointing straight out across the surface like it was part of the winner's pot.
I'd caught him jacking it before, but I'd never really looked at it. It was impossible to look away now. He was big even soft, but hard it was thick enough that you'd need two hands to get all the way around it, and so long that I couldn't imagine how it could possibly fit in anyone's throat. A vein pulsed hypnotically down the length of it, like it was begging you to follow it, trace the line of it with your tongue...