Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Cam smiled and nodded with a dip of his chin, then adjusted my tie for me.
I touched his cheek.
Then I gathered our things, a blanket for Cam in case he got cold—which certainly hadn’t happened—gum, water, phones, and snacks in a bag.
Outside the room, we walked out into heavy activity. Members, whether they were here to watch, volunteer, or participate in the Game, had been reenergized after dinner and a lazy day. Not everyone had spent the night, though definitely a majority. Overnight events were still novel, so the guest rooms had booked up quickly.
If I got the timing right, we should find Noa and KC at the Jerk-in-the-Box station. And for everyone’s amusement, it had a viewing window.
This station was near and dear to me.
Five people were huddled outside the room, and there was just enough space for me to squeeze in Cam and position myself behind him. Cam instantly slapped a hand over his mouth while his shoulders shook with silent giggles.
I grinned and kissed the top of his head.
The room could’ve been a storage space for balloons. There had to be hundreds of them lying around. Other than that, the room contained only a highly entertained Reese and a reversed version of a jack-in-the-box placed on a chair. This jack-in-the-box didn’t pop open after turning the lever long enough. It was already open, and it was set on a timer to slam shut.
Noa had his entire face scrunched up as he stroked himself off, or tried, with his cock right in the kill zone. Get off before the lid hits you, was the rule.
KC was struggling. Standing behind Noa, he was whispering things in Noa’s ear. Pure filth, no doubt, to help his boy orgasm quicker. But KC was so close to laughter that I wasn’t sure it was working.
“You have to be one evil son of a bitch to come up with this,” someone whispered.
I stood a little taller and smirked to myself.
Reese was enjoying this too. He merely stood there with his arms folded over his chest and waited. Hoping, of course, that Noa would fail.
“He’s coming!” another exclaimed.
I’ll be damned. Noa started to—oh God. Oh no. I burst out a laugh as the rubber lid slammed down on his cock, and Noa bowled forward.
KC turned away and laughed into his arm.
Reese didn’t hide his amusement for shit and laughed so hard we heard it out here.
“Motherfucking shitfuck!” Noa screamed. “Who does this to people?!”
“Oh hell…” I wheezed through my laughter and wiped my eyes.
The only person I felt sorry for in this mess was Shay, because he was the one who’d been forced to test the toy to determine how hard the lid could come down.
Cam leaned back against me, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“You think it’s gonna leave a bruise?” I chuckled.
He nodded and buried his grin against my arm.
On the other side of the window, Noa cupped his cock and balls, and…I assumed he was bitching at Reese. Or whining. The boy’s expression shifted from evident pain to fury every other second.
Reese was clearly in a good mood. He took the bitching in stride and smacked a kiss to Noa’s forehead, then offered him a puzzle piece.
Noa glared and snatched it up, then handed it over to KC.
Noa should be glad we had decided not to make the participants clean out the box too. We’d opted for plastic wrap instead, so it would be easy to make the box ready for the next unlucky subbie.
“So, if you have a vagina in that room…” someone mused.
I answered on reflex. “Labia clamps, a chain, and a weight.”
“Ouch!” Two boys commiserated.
Shortly thereafter, Noa stormed out of the room and snarled, “Welcome to the cummus interruptus room from hell.”
I snorted a laugh, unable to help myself, which earned me his attention.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You, Sir. Reese told me I’m freaking dating the person who came up with this horseshit, and we know it’s not Daddy or Cameron.”
“How can you be sure it’s not Daddy?” I asked. Conveniently, right as KC exited the room. He’d better get to his chair; I could tell he was supporting himself heavily on his cane.
“Because he said it wasn’t him!” Noa snapped. “But one of you just mangled my dick in the middle of an orgasm! So, thanks a lot!”
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” I offered helpfully.
He let out a frustrated growl before he tore down the stairs.
KC slanted an amused smirk. “That was fun.”
I chuckled and closed the distance between us. “Let me help you downstairs. Is your chair at the cabin?”
“Mm.” He nodded once and hooked his arm through mine. “We have dinner scheduled now. What about you two?”
“We’re finished—just had our last couple—so we’ll join you for dinner.” I activated the lift and sent it up here. “How many stations do you have left?”