Zee's Grimoire of depravity.

Maybe the game was stacked against me to begin with. I agree to something dumb like a cup stacking contest where winner gets head but before we start my hands get cuffed behind me.

Or maybe the rewards themselves were unfair. Like I'm gonna suck your cock either way, but if I win I get to be on my knees giving you blowjob, but if I lose then it's a head upside down over the side of whatever full face fucking.

[When my friends flew over earlier this month, one girl that always talks shit about how she'd be able to take me in a fight for 6 consistent years wanted to arm wrestle. I managed to fit in time to aura farm before crushing her. Deeply embarrassing. Also I love how this ask is basically sheer misogyny disguised as a game.]

C/W: Misogyny :p

Actually, I think it'd be fun playing a game where you hope you might win. Not believing or thinking, but hoping.

Perhaps even something as simple as an arm wrestle. You're strong, right? You could take me an arm wrestle, right? If you won, you'd get anything you wanted. If you lost, it'd just be a blowjob. That wouldn't be too bad. Surely not.

God, it'd be fun letting you push my arm down a little. My teeth gritted as I pretend what a struggle this is. Excitement colouring your own face. Surely this is possible. Surely you could do this. Almost there. Almost ther— and then I'd stop shuddering. My arm would stop budging, like you're pressing down on some immovable object. You'd look up at my face and find my jaw relaxed and a slight smile hanging across my lips. You'd feel your arm pushed back up. Slowly. So slowly, as you begin to panic.

Giving you hope just to utterly crush it. God, that'd be so satisfying. If I'd beat you upfront, you wouldn't feel like this. You wouldn't feel so frustrated and angry and annoyed at your loss. You'd slowly feel the back of your hand hit the table before I let go and quietly smile. And as you'd get up to leave, the heat of the game still simmering inside you, you'd hear me click my tongue. Like I'm calling for some stray dog.

You'd whip back in anger, before noticing my stiff cock in my hand. The mix of rage and shock coursing through you would make for a very interesting face, I'm sure. I'd remind you that I'm owed a blowjob for winning. I'd won fair and square and I deserved my reward. Surely you wouldn't break your word?

Despite your frustration at me, the thought of breaking a promise would frustrate you even more. With a huff, you'd sit your ass down between my legs and wordlessly start sucking my cock. Bobbing your head up and down. It'd hardly be sensual or teasing. You'd simply try to drain my balls for the sake of the bet. Nothing else.

Up and down, up and down, and while you sink into your thoughts about how unfair this all is, you wouldn't feel my hands on your head. You wouldn't feel my fingers grip bundles of your hair. But you would feel as I begin to fuck your face.

Immediately, your hands would fly to my thighs, holding me back. Or trying to at least. After all, we'd already have established how weak you truly are.

God, I'd want to watch your eyes well with tears as you choke on my cock. I'd want to feel your twitch on my cock. But you'd never ask to stop, not even silently. That would be humiliating. I'd love to see your eyes weigh up your options.

Fight back and not just be weak, but a weak, sore loser. Or submit to being a human fleshlight for a man that clearly just needs to jerk off in your throat. Decisions, decisions, as my cock would scrape down the insides of your throat.

Ugh, I'd love watching you go red as you struggle. Adamantly holding on as fuck your face harder onto my cock. Almost as if to say "go on then, try your best." God, winning against you would feel so fucking good.

There's a hungry circle of four men looking down at you, and the sight of them sends a lazy pulse through your already-wrecked cunt.

"My turn."

"Fuck off, I was next."

"You went last time, asshole."

The argument kicks off like you're not even there, which is its own kind of thrill. They're fighting over your body, and you lie there with your legs still open and cum leaking out of you, soaking it in.

You push up on your elbows. Tilt your head. Put on your dumbest, most confused expression.

"I thought it was his turn?"

You point a lazy finger at the one who just came inside you. He barks out a laugh. The argument erupts.

"See? She wants me again."

"She's a dumb slut, she doesn't know what she wants!"

how badly i crave being needed by multiple guys at once. how badly i crave being a surrounded by men that want nothing more than to use all my holes to their fullest potential.