A Game with No Reset Button
By MinimusPuck.
I had planned to spend it the way I spent my previous birthdays, nothing special, just getting hammered as a young college student does, playing video games, and trying and failing to lose my virginity.
But this story begins a few months earlier, when I met this cute Indian girl on the bus, and we hit it off. She was complaining about a guy she had been dating. She was a sophomore named Vamika, and as cute as she was, I didn’t mind listening. She said everything was going well, but then… she just sort of trailed off.
‘What happened?’ I had asked, unsure if she thought I wasn’t paying attention.
She shifted in her seat, and for a moment, I felt bad for asking.
‘He just wanted to sleep with me.’ She said, then looked away, then back at me, and shrugged in a helplessly innocent way that made me feel for her. ‘I’m still a virgin.’
I nodded sympathetically. I was a virgin too, but of course, as a dude and a junior in college, it was a lot more embarrassing for me to admit than it was for her. Not that anyone was lining up to sleep with me. Sure, I’d been keeping myself on the shelf. First, because I was raised super religiously, and then by the time I’d outgrown the absurdity of no sex before marriage, I was naive enough to want my first time to be special. Or at least, with someone special. Or at least, with someone hot. And at this point, as an almost 22-year-old virgin, I was just kind of… intimidated by the whole thing.
Besides that, I knew I was small. Deep down, I was hoping I could have one good fuck before everyone would find out how small I was. Like the secret would be out. The moose would be loose, so to speak, or in my case, the Pudu would be off the portico. My only hope was that I would meet a fellow virgin who would not know how miserably inadequate I was, or that I might meet someone who was just as small as I. But on both of these counts, I was doubtful.
For some reason, I hadn’t seen her again until tonight, the night of my birthday party. I have a few good friends in my building who, as it happened, invited a few more, and before I knew it, it turned into a decent showing. I’m a few mixed drinks in
When Vamika makes her appearance, she enters with one of those friends-of-a-friend, and, to my surprise, remembers me and has been pre-gaming herself, zeroing in on me and grabbing me tight as she’ll never let go.
‘So this is the birthday boy.’ She slurs cheerfully. ‘We meet again!’
She’s holding me like an old friend, and I cannot help but wonder if she’s still a virgin. Or at least can understand how teased the dude she was dating must have felt. Not that it really matters to me, if she’s interested in me, that’s more than enough. But then I wonder whether she knew I was still one, or if she ever did. She pulls back away from me to get a look and kisses me on the cheek before wishing me a happy birthday. My eyes follower her as she walks off. She’s wearing a black leather jacket and tight jeggings. And damn does she look good.
The party goes on for a few more hours, and we play a few rounds of beer pong, which I suck at, before we start a tournament on my favorite fighting game, Smash Riot. I get my ass kicked in beer pong, but even if I were hammered, I’m still formidable in Smash Riot.
We end by starting a team tournament. Vamika, of course, is all too happy to pair up with me. I feel kinda protective of her, since I can tell she’s three sheets to the wind and never played the game before. I get a kick out of saving her again and again, which makes me feel like a knight in shining armor. So much so that I end up playing as the knight character, Sir Splitter, and she plays the Queen, Jezebel, so it works out well. Throughout the tournament, I keep referring to her as my queen. She seems to really like that. As soon as we win the final match, she kisses me on the cheek. What a wonderful birthday it already is!
But before I knew it, almost everyone had left.
‘Would you like to be my knight in shining armor?’ She says in a faux English accent that all Indians must have. ‘I’m afraid I need someone chivalrous to walk me home.’
‘Anything you say, my queen.’ I say with a bad accent and a bow.
Turns out it’s a short walk as she lives in the next apartment building over, just across the soccer field. I know the place pretty well because a friend lives there, and this girl I’ve had a crush on for like a year. I don’t even know her name. But I’ve seen her around.
so many times. She has this real artsy, hipster vibe that I found completely disarming but super unapproachable. Like Amelie, if you’ve ever seen the movie. Even looked a bit like her. I guess it’s my lot in life to have crushes but never be able to make my move. But as I escort her home, the thought dawns on me that perhaps, on my birthday, maybe things will change. Maybe even with Vamika tonight.
Eager to be her knight in shining armor, I escort her home arm-in-arm. She tells me about her family; her parents were from India, but she was born in the States. I know next to nothing about Indian culture, so I only ask stupid questions I can think of, mostly about the caste system and Hindu mythology. She tolerates them and even finds my ignorance of her culture endearing, if not amusing. At one point, she stops me when I ask about how many gods there are in the pantheon and tells me that this is a subject for another time.
I got a little nervous when I noticed she lives on the same floor as my crush. And then as I walk her down the hall, I realize it wasn’t just the same floor, or the same hall…
It’s the same apartment.
I clear my throat and stop. Like, I can go no further. I’ve been working up the courage to speak to this girl for almost a year, and now I was about to stumble into her apartment with her roommate, drunkenly. I’d spent weeks planning some cute little dialogue in my head to be charming.
“Hey, have we met before?”
“No, I don’t think so.” She’d naturally say, who wouldn’t?
“Maybe we should change that?”
I kept trying to workshop the line so I wouldn’t sound like such a cocky prick, because I’m seriously anything but that. But no matter how hard I tried, I could never work up the nerve to say anything. My only accidental interaction came while I was knocking on doors, trying to borrow a spare Bitcore controller for a fourth player who had shown up unexpectedly.
I nearly froze when she opened the door. It was like seeing a ghost. A super sexy ghost that I wanted to fuck.
‘Hi.’ I remember stammering, my voice breaking like a teenager. ‘My friends and I- I have a friend coming over, and we need one, just one, if we could borrow one?’
‘One what?’ She asked, beautifully blank-faced.
‘One Bitcore controller.’ I began again, leaning to one side to try and seem cute, harmless, or at any rate, sympathetic.
‘Sure.’ She said flatly before turning away.
I remember my heart pounding. She plays too! What a match we would be!
She indeed brought out a green controller but withheld it for a moment.
‘What game are you going to play?’ She asked a bit tauntingly, as if it had to be worthy enough for her to part with her beloved controller.
Whatever you want me to. I wanted to say.
‘Dreamtrack Racer. Maybe Sky stream too?’ Before I can even think to invite her, the controller is in my hands, and the door is shut with a slam. When I return it a few hours later, she takes it back without a word and shuts the door yet again.
The same door that’s in front of me now.
‘What’s wrong, birthday boy? Still drunk?’ Vamika asks, bringing me back to the present.
‘Still drunk.’ I lie, trying to seem a bit off balanced than I am suddenly. In reality, I’m terrified I’ll see this girl there and blow my chances. There are so many things that could go wrong. What if she turns me down? What if I get sick from seeing her and throw up? What if she hates her roommate?
‘Come on.’ Vamika says, grabbing my shirt sleeve and pulling me inside. ‘Let’s sober you up a bit, birthday boy. I don’t want to have to worry about my knight in shining armor getting home safe. I’ll make you a cup of Chai tea. It’s my mom’s homemade recipe from India.
You’ll love it.’
She heads to the kitchen and begins boiling water as I look around the place. There are some white Christmas lights strung up, and the ambiance is so cozy that I’m already dreading the moment when I have to leave, like it’s a glimpse of a paradise so perfect that it hurts to even behold for a moment.
‘Huh? Oh, sure. Thanks.’ I say listlessly.
What an idiot I am. I don’t even know this mystery girl’s name. Meanwhile, a gorgeous girl is making me chai tea from her mother’s homemade recipe from India! I turn back and rest my elbows on the counter, watching her as she prepares the tea, trying to seem charming again, but I feel like I’ve already blown it.
‘So….’ I ask, trailing off as the kettle began to heat up.
‘So what?’ She asks, still mixing the tea.
‘Sooooo…’ I say, trailing off, trying to work up the courage to ask a question so stupid question that only a tipsy mind would think to ask.
She looks up at me with her hands on her hips.
‘You want to know if I am still a virgin, don’t you?’ She asks with a mischievous smile.
I laugh nervously and begin fiddling with some wooden spoons on her counter as I wait, hoping she’ll answer. But no answer comes.
‘Let me first ask, are you?’
I clear my throat and try to act casually, which, of course, is impossible in the moment.
‘How did you know?’
‘I didn’t.’ She says, smiling cruelly as if this information will be used against me. ‘You just told me.’
I slap my hand to my face, feeling like a complete idiot. Wondering if I’ve embarrassed myself to the point of leaving. I look away from her gaze and start drifting to the door, ready to admit defeat and leave without humiliating myself anymore.
Little do I know my humiliation has only just begun.
‘Hey.’ She says in a voice more commanding than I would expect, almost like she’s my better or something. ‘You are not going anywhere.’
‘I’m not?’ I ask dumbly.
‘Oh no. Not anywhere. Not yet.’ She says as she pours the tea, with a sly little smirk on her face. ‘Come on, virgin.’ She says, carrying two cups of chai into her bedroom.
I do as I am told and follower her into the bedroom, wondering if she’ll take pity on me and relieve me of my virginity.
When we get to her room, she sets the cups of tea down before sitting down herself.
All very proper, all very posh. There’s only one chair in the room, and I’ve not been permitted to sit. So I don’t.
‘Let’s get a look at you.’ She says expectantly as she settles into her seat.
I gesture down at myself. Beyond being blessed with a face that some might find cute, I cannot say I’m anything special. I’m wearing a hip enough jacket and a button-up shirt. But I wouldn’t say I’m in great shape.
She blows on her tea as if unimpressed.
‘Come on, virgin. I said let’s get a look at you.’ She said, gesturing for me to remove my shirt.
I unbutton it, suddenly wishing I’d spent more of my free time doing push-ups. I’m skinny, but with skinny fat to go along with it. I slip out of it and drop my jacket and shirt on her desk, trying to flex, but not so hard as to be obvious, still unsure of where this is going.
Would she really sleep with me? Is this how it works?
She sips her tea before gesturing down at my pants. Aroused is the last thing I would say I see in her eyes; it’s more like the bored look of someone who expects to be followed.
Or like a teacher who is waiting for you to answer the question she had asked, rather than the answer you try to give. I wonder what her family’s position was in the caste system.
Must be high up. Maybe that’s it? Is it just cultural?
I unbuckle my belt and pull my shorts down.
She nods skeptically, seeing me in my boxers, as if she can’t make up her mind.
‘All the way, please.’ She says impatiently.
I hesitate.
‘You’re serious?’ I ask, trying not to sound so insecure.
She sits back and crosses her legs in a masculine way as if put out.
‘Do I seem unserious?’ She barks back, her accent flaring up.
I take a deep breath. Thinking it’s all just cultural and slide my boxer shorts down and step out of them so that she can appraise me. Technically, we’re halfway there. I would just need her to undress as well, but when I work up the nerve to match her gaze,
I see her hand covering her mouth, making it impossible to read her expression. Does she want me? Do I turn the tables? Tell her it’s her turn now? But before I can say anything, she bursts out laughing.
‘I knew it!’ She declares proudly. ‘Oh my god, I can always tell. Why are you thin white guys always so tiny?’
Instinctively, I cover myself with both hands, feeling like an idiot.
‘No. No.’ She says, rearing up in her serious accent again. ‘Don’t cover it. I want to see. It needs to be seen.’
My hands reluctantly part.
‘It is possibly the smallest I’ve ever seen.’ She says, laughing.
How many have you seen? I wish to challenge, but see little point in doing so. I lean down to pull my shorts back up. I don’t need this. I’m out of here.
‘Oh no. No, you don’t.’ She tells me firmly before I’ve managed to cover myself. ‘You are not to put those back on. Those are for men, of which you are plainly not. Go to the top drawer. Pick out a pair of my panties to wear.’ Her firmness fades, and she seems a bit more playful with me.
I’m unsure of what to do, but her eyes are twinkling with amusement, so I feel like it can’t be all that bad. I’ve always known I was on the smaller side of things. In what I hope is only a drunken daze, I find myself pulling her top drawer open and sifting through her underwear, hoping for something that would offer some coverage. Maybe it’s still cultural?!
‘You are not to take too long.’ She orders in her native accent. ‘Pick something quick, or else I will for you.’
Just as I’m about to settle on the most masculine thing, I settle on a pair of boy shorts.
‘No. No. I said panties. Now pick something.’ She says, pondering for a moment. ‘Pick something pink.’
I settle on the first pair I can find before she makes any other demands. I quickly pull them on, nearly stumbling over. They’re bikini briefs with a floral pink print. And I am ashamed to say they fit over me perfectly.
‘An excellent choice.’ She says before sipping her tea. ‘Now, have a seat, please, enjoy your tea. Relax. You are my guest. Sit.’ She says, patting her lap.
I am beyond confused. I move awkwardly in her underwear; it’s tight, and the friction is something I’d have to get used to. I sit down in her lap and take the teacup in my hands.
To my surprise, it tastes delicious, but I still can’t get past the situation. It is beyond bizarre.
‘So a twenty-two-year-old virgin…’ She says appraisingly as she taps my bare thigh. ‘It’s kind of pathetic, you know.’
‘Yeah…’ I say awkwardly. ‘How old were you?’
‘Nineteen. For what reason did you wait so long?’ She asks as her hand grazes over my bulge.
I exhale slowly.
‘I…. don’t know really.’
‘Oh yes, you do.’ She whispers as she fondles me. ‘Tell me.’
I’m breathing heavier, tilting my hips into her, thrusting gently.
‘I wanted it to be special, I guess.’ I say listlessly.
‘No, you did not.’ She tells me as if only she knows the truth. ‘It is because you are afraid.
You have such a small penis, and that is why you are still a virgin, is it not?’
I feel my cheeks flush red.
‘It might have something to do with it.’
‘Oh, I think it has a lot to do with it.’ She says tauntingly, rubbing my bulge harder and harder.
I’m breathing faster and faster, like a train roaring down the tracks. I bite my lip.
Where is this going? I look into her eyes, and she already knows. She’s taking me there.
In a flash of fleeting pleasure, I thrust forward and convulse into her hand. The engine slows to a stop as my breathing returns to normal. As I return to reality. Did I… Did I really? No. I couldn’t have. I really couldn’t have. I really-
‘Awwww. Poor little virgin. Did you have an accident?’ She asks tauntingly.
I stare down at the darkening stain I made in her panties. I can’t believe it.
‘I’m so sorry.’ I sputter as I stand up. ‘I didn’t mean to. It just… It just…’
‘Happened.’ She says, finishing my sentence. ‘I know. I was there.’ She pulls an obnoxious amount of Kleenex free from a box and pulls the waistband back before stuffing them into my panties and letting the waistband snap into my stomach.
I clean myself up as best I can. I am mortified. What can even be said? Should I leave? Cover myself?
‘I guess it was all just a bit too much for you, wasn’t it?’ She asks conciliatorily as she pulls me back onto her lap, resting her head on my shoulder, both of us staring down at the unimpressive sight before us. ‘Poor little virgin.’
I can’t help but wince at her words. Even if I know they are true.
Before I can say anything else, I hear the front door open, and I tense up.
‘Relax. It’s just my roommate, Alice.’ Vamika tells me as if I’m being overdramatic.
‘I know.’ I say too quickly. ‘I mean, who else would it be?’
She looks at me as if she’s fishing for something.
‘Have you two met before? Alice is into that video game you like.’
‘I know her. I mean, well, I don’t know her.’
‘Wait a second…’ She says, doing some quick mental math. ‘Are you that guy whose had a crush on her all semester? Who borrowed the controller?’
I bite my tongue. How in the hell could she possibly know that?
‘She mentioned you a few times, you know.’ She said, whispering sweetly into my ear, like I would have a chance with her.
There’s a knock on the door.
‘Vamika, are you in?’ I hear the voice of a drowsy angel ask.
I tense up and turn to Vamika, begging her with my eyes not to invite her in.
‘Yeah, what’s up?’ Vamika asks in a completely different tone.
‘Just wanted to see if you wanted to watch something?’
Vamika looks at me cruelly.
‘Sure, we’ll be out in a moment. I’ve got a friend over.’
‘Oh, okay, sure. Hope I didn’t interrupt or anything.’
‘Not at all, dear.’ Vamika says sweetly.
I breathe a sigh of relief, but only for the moment. I can’t have her see me wearing only Vamika’s cum-stained panties. Vamika pats my ass, insisting I get up. I do and awkwardly shift from one foot to another, still unsure if I can get dressed. Like, I haven’t been given permission.
‘Can I please, please, please, put my clothes back on?’ I whisper.
Vamika looks at me like I’m stupid.
‘Of course.’
I scramble up from the seat and begin to get dressed, not even taking her panties off, but pulling my boxers up as quickly as I can.
‘Uh-Uh.’ I hear her say behind me in a reprimanding tone. ‘Everything but the boxers. Those stay here. I’ll give them to a real man to wear. You belong in your cum-stained panties.’
I look back at her in humiliation before dropping my shorts to the ground. Unaware of what kind of game she’s playing, I pull my pants on quickly, glancing back at her to make sure I have her approval. She doesn’t care, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
‘Look. You’ve already blown it with me when you blew your load. Of course, the moment you put on my panties, you proved you weren’t a man. You proved you were beneath me.
But Alice is more forgiving than I am. And since I know you have a crush on her, maybe I’ll put in a good word for you. You do seem like a nice guy, a little pathetic, but she always enjoys a project.’
‘Thanks.’ I say before taking a deep breath to try and regain some of my former confidence before I meet the girl of my dreams.
Vamika stands up and stretches before nodding at the door.
‘After you, Virgin…’
*****
I open the door awkwardly and step into the shared room where an angelic being awaits. She’s wearing a white button-up blouse, a black skirt, and stockings like some sort of sexy hipster librarian. I see she’s setting up the Bitcore 84.
‘Oh, cool.’ I ask, my voice cracking. ‘What games do you have?’
She looks at me as if she recognizes me. And on some level is happy I’m there.
‘Just the classics.’ She says easily, ‘What do you like? I thought maybe we could play a bit? Vamika usually brings home frat guys that are into a few games.’
‘Oh, she didn’t bring me home. We’re not dating or anything. And I’m definitely not a frat guy.’ I shrug, trying to get distance from Vamika and frat guys, trying desperately to be whatever she wants me to be.
‘Yeah.’ I hear Vamika agree behind me. ‘I just got a little drunk at his birthday party, and he offered to walk me home. He got a little dizzy from the stairs, so I offered him a chai. Daniel’s a total gentleman.’
Alice smiles and looks at me a bit differently.
‘Well, happy birthday, Daniel, is it?’
I nod.
‘Thanks.’
‘You know, it’s a first.’ She says to Vamika. ‘Normally, the guys you bring home are total pricks. Honestly, that’s why I like to play them in Bitcore, they typically need to be taken down a peg or two.’
‘Oh, is that so?’ I ask, feeling a bit confident. ‘Are you any good?’
‘I’m better than most.’ She says with a wink.
It’s like we were made for each other.
‘What’s your favorite game?’ I ask.
‘Smash Riot, of course. What else?’
Now I can’t help but get a little cocky. Having wiped the floor with everyone in my building tonight with a newbie like Vamika on my team, I’m on a roll. And that was when I was drunk. I’m starting to sober up a bit, so I’m more than up to the task. Maybe I’ll even take it easy on her.
‘Really? I’m not too bad myself.’ I say humbly, trying not to let on how good I am.
Depending on how sober I am, I can beat most people when they’re on a 1v3 team against me. I haven’t lost a 1v1 match for longer than I can remember.
‘Who’s your best character?’ She asks.
‘I like the tiger.’ I tell her, trying to stay nonchalant. I know his name, but why give up the element of surprise?
‘Everybody’s good with the Tigris.’ She says, rolling her eyes as if I’m nothing special.
‘Okay.’ I concede. ‘I like the cowboy, too, Baron. And the knight.’ I say. I’m not bad with the cowboy, and I like the knight. But Shinbo the ninja is by far my best character. ‘And you?’
‘I like the dragon. Draco.’
‘Aww.’ I can’t help but sneer. ‘All girls like Draco. You’re so predictable!’
Alice smiles as if she’s accepted my challenge.
‘Are you playing, Vamika?’
Vamika yawns.
‘No, I’ll just watch.’ She says, curling up with her cup of tea. ‘You get too intense. Besides, I saw him play earlier. You’d better be careful.’
I’m in a dream, a wonderful dream if this could be my life, if I don’t make a fool of myself. Even though I technically already have. I don’t even notice that Alice is studying me while biting her lip.
‘Why don’t we make this interesting?’ She asks, a hungry look in her eyes.
‘And how would we do that?’ I ask, crossing my arms confidently.
She hands me a controller.
‘Lose a round. Lose a layer.’ She says so confidently, I almost don’t even believe her.
I’m beside myself. The thought of her quivering naked before me while I remain fully clothed is sending me into overdrive. How merciful I would be, letting her keep her modesty by not stripping her completely nude. How I’d lend her my jacket if she got cold.
How I’d put my arm around her. Tell her we can stop before it goes any further. How, like Vamika said, I am a gentleman after all.
‘What’s wrong, birthday boy? Afraid you can’t handle me?’ She asks.
I pick my jaw up off the floor.
‘All right.’ I grin. ‘You’re on. Here, I’ll even spot you my jacket.’ I say, throwing it over a chair.
Alice glances at Vamika, who, I’m sure, is making a face.
‘Big mistake, Dani.’
I scoff with confidence. Bring it on.
‘Oh, look.’ She says casually. ‘It’s already in the system. Waiting for us.’
I won’t lie, I like my odds. I’ve never met anyone who could beat me consistently in this game. Not even this Japanese guy I used to play with, who was an absolute pro. There’s no way this chick is going to beat me—no way in hell.
We boot up the game, and she makes the mistake of letting me pick the map for the first round. As for the settings, we both agreed: Most items were fair play, except for the healing items. Damage done is damage done—a three-minute timer and three lives each. I roll with the cowboy, Baron, and she plays the tiger.
‘Everybody’s good with the tiger, huh?’ I say, trying not to antagonize her too much.
‘We’ll see, won’t we?’ She says as she rolls her wrist.
We take things slow in the first round, just sizing each other up. She’s got some moves, but I’ve played better. It’s a closer match than I expected, but in the end, I pull through to victory with ease.
I don’t say a word, I just turn to her expectantly, a sly little smile on my face. She’s not happy, but not discouraged. She takes the loss like a champ.
‘Well? What should I take off? My skirt or my blouse.’
What a wonderful question! I’m speechless and just beside myself that for once in my life, my skills in Riot are going to undress a woman for me. I almost wait for her to ask the question again just to hear it once more, but then I remember to take advantage of the situation and play it cool.
‘Anything you like, dear.’ I say soothingly, not wanting to be too savage or saccharine.
‘Whatever you feel comfortable with.’
She begins unbuttoning her blouse, and time slows with each button until it’s completely open. She has a lacy black bra underneath. I’m trying not to stare, but it’s impossible. I start to get turned on, almost forgetting I’m still wearing Vamika’s panties underneath until I’m reminded by how tight they hold me. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. And if her panties would match her bra. If she’s wearing something slutty, like a thong, underneath. Oh, what a birthday this was turning out to be!
‘All right, round two.’ She says confidently, popping her neck. ‘I choose the level this time.’
‘Go ahead, princess.’ I say, still dreaming of what she’s going to look like without her skirt on.
She picks the dragon, and I stick with the cowboy; he hasn’t let me down yet. She chooses the dragon’s home level and quickly proves she knows how to use it to her advantage. My poor cowboy is sent flying into the flames before I know what hits me.
‘Shirt. Off.’ She says flatly.
Okay, Cowboy Baron’s not my best anyway. He’s maybe my number three. I unbutton my shirt as slowly as she did, trying my best to be provocative, but I can’t help but notice she has little interest in seeing my chest. She couldn’t care less.
No. For her, it’s about stripping me down and exposing me.
The next round was my pick. Okay. Time to fight fire with fire. She’s sticking with the dragon. What’s a good counter for a dragon? A knight. Sir Splitter, here we go. I chose everything, explosive mines, bombs, anything I could use to my advantage. But to my surprise, it’s like she has two sets of eyes, one watching my side of the screen as well as her own. She avoids every trap I set with ease, almost as if she had placed them herself.
A minute to go, I’ve somehow gotten her down to one life while I’ve got two. I just need to survive. Just when I think I’m in a secure position, nothing to do but wait, I hear the dreaded sound of a mine go off a second too late, and I’m blasted. Okay, one life left, but I’m at full health, I just have to play more aggressively if I want to win. I’m at full health, and she’s nearly done. It’s doable. The map begins shrinking as the timer counts down, so I have to make my move; otherwise, we end up in a sudden death showdown, and I’ll be at a significant disadvantage.
I come out swinging, and I can’t tell if it’s by luck or by some insane design, but she somehow manages a critical hit that sends me flying into my own tripwire and then into oblivion. I am aghast. It was a marvelous move—one for the books. Something even I’ve never seen before.
‘Pants. Off.’ She tells me flatly.
I risk a glance over at Vamika, who is giving me a knowing smile. The moment of truth has come, and I don’t even realize it. I’m still wearing her panties underneath. What will Alice think of that?
I look back over at Alice, wondering if I should ask for clemency, back out of our deal, but I’m sure that wouldn’t go over well. She’s playing for keeps. She starts rotating her finger in circles as if I should hurry up. I stand up and sigh in defeat as loudly as I can, unbuckle my belt, and unzip my pants, revealing Vamika’s pink panties underneath.
Alice raises an eyebrow as if to say she was not expecting that.
How could I even begin to explain? That they weren’t mine? That would sound even worse. Even weirder than the truth, which is just pathetic.
‘Cute panties.’ She tells me. ‘Turn around, let me see your ass in them.’
Embarrassed, but defeated, I do as I am told, now facing Vamika, who is holding her hand over her mouth to hide her smile.
‘Oh, and a little booty too.’ Alice says it in a way that doesn’t exactly feel demeaning but doesn’t feel much like a compliment either.
‘Oh, dear.’ Vamika says with a giggle, and I shoot her a look that is nothing short of a plea for mercy. ‘It looks like he had a little accident in them!’
‘Oh really?’ I hear Alice ask behind me. ‘Come here and let me see, pantyboy.’
Mortified, I turn to face her and step towards her, the sticky stain from where I prematurely ejaculated still visible. She was reclined in her seat in a posture of complete dominance, like a queen on a throne, already victorious.
‘I guess seeing me in just my bra was too much for you, huh, little guy?’
I blush. What could I say? No, I already creamed my panties earlier with your roommate? What else can I do but lean into it completely?
‘You’re just so beautiful.’ I concede. ‘Seeing your breasts and the thought of seeing more of you was just too… distracting.’
She looks up from the stain and into my eyes. As Vamika said, she’s not without compassion. But there’s something else there. Something conniving. Something cruel.
‘You do play well.’ She concedes. ‘Why not one more round, little man? I’ll even give you a handicap. By the size of your bulge, it looks like you could use one.’
I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.
‘And if I lose?’ I ask, my voice cracking a bit.
‘You know what happens. Those pretty little pink panties are mine.’ She says with a cruel smile.
I was trembling as I took the controller in my hand. This felt like for all the marbles. I can take no chances. I pick the ninja; she sticks with the dragon. I play with all my skill and cunning. She pulls some moves that are simply baffling. I feel like I’m playing a grandmaster in my chest. But Shinbo the ninja is my best character. And I manage to corner her against a wall, and before I know it, I cut her to pieces.
I won. I actually won. I’m a nervous wreck, but I turn to her to receive my prize.
‘I suppose I’ll take my stockings off now.’ She says, as she raises her leg, pulling her skirt up just enough to show me she’s wearing two thigh-high stockings. ‘Now, remind us, Vamika, I should remove only one article of clothing per loss, right?’
‘That’s what I remember.’ Vamika quickly agrees.
I feel like I’ve been robbed. But before I can protest, she throws me a wicked look.
‘Relax, pantyboy. I’m kidding. Good game.’ She shrugs as she stands up and slides her skirt down, proving my supposition right; she is indeed wearing a sexy black thong underneath.
‘Turn around.’ I ordered, eager to turn the tables, but my request comes across as weak as my voice cracks from my nerves.
‘You don’t get to tell me what to do, pantyboy.’ She says in defiance of me. ‘But a prize is a prize.’ And as requested, she turns and shows her delightful ass to me.’
Just as I’m enjoying this wonderful show of skin, she yawns as if exhausted.
‘Oh, it is getting late, isn’t it?’
I checked my watch, and it was nearly five a.m. How did that happen?
‘I’ll make you a deal, pantyboy. Just to make this more interesting. I’ll play you in one more round. If you lose, you have to streak home in just your little cum-stained panties. The
The women’s soccer team should be starting practice soon. They deserve a special treat. You’ll have to walk past them while they’re training. Or…’
I swallowed hard. The thought of humiliating myself in such a way was not worth the risk.
‘Or what?’
‘Or you can stay the night, but there are certain conditions that will have to be met…’
Vamika laughed.
‘Oh, Alice, you are terrible.’
‘What kind of conditions?’
‘If you lose the next round, I get to peg you.
I blink in disbelief.
‘Pppp-p-peg me? Are you serious?’
I can tell by the look in her eyes that she is, in fact, quite serious.
‘I told you, Dani.’ I hear Vamika say behind me. ‘Alice enjoys a project.’
I’m speechless. Alice shrugs.
‘I meant what I’ve said, you’ve got a cute ass… I want to fuck it. You give me ten minutes, and if I don’t make you cum like the little bitch I know you are, you can fuck me. In my mouth or in my pussy.’
The offer of a lifetime…
‘But!’ She declares, as if making a final addendum, if I’m right and I make you cum, you have to be our little pantyboy for the rest of the year.’
I hear Vamika giggling mischievously behind me.
I swallowed hard.
‘And what would that entail?’ I inquire quietly.
Alice smiles nonchalantly, suddenly more interest in her fingers than in the conversation.
‘Wearing our panties, being our maid, basically being our little love slave.’
I sigh heavily, not the worst fate. Should I lose on purpose?
‘And if I win?’
Alice gestures down at her sexy, barely clothed body.
‘You can lose your virginity the manly way.’ She says, shrugging, as if it would be a disappointment to me. ‘I don’t think it will suit you, but a deal’s a deal.’
How did she know I was a virgin? No, scratch that. Don’t answer. There’s a lot on the line here. Stay focused. One match. One life, no time limit. Sudden death. Certain humiliation.
I bring the ninja back out. And she sticks with the dragon.
Things were tense, real cat and mouse, neither of us making a mistake. She got a few lucky hits in, and I thought it was all over, but I managed to break free and play conservatively; I held my own, dodging her attacks. The duel goes on forever. Longer than our other matches put together.
‘Is that the Women’s soccer team I hear outside?’ Alice asks innocently.
‘Women and men’s.’ Vamika says, glancing out the window.
Stay. Focused. controller slick with sweat. My heart is thumping. She begins throwing bombs left and right. I’m able to dodge every single one she throws, almost like I can read her mind.
And then she makes a mistake that will cost her everything. She stumbles while throwing a bomb, taking heavy damage. It nearly kills her. I spring forward with my sword, pinning her down and letting her have it. I’m thrashing her hard. Up the damage went, up, up, up until she sprang from her seat in fury, treating me to a delicious sight of her still bouncing ass.
And it’s enough. In that split fucking second, by the time I look back, she has broken free and is rolling us together into the remaining bombs, ignited by a suicide blast with her breath. Killing us both.
I shake my head in disbelief. This chick has moves I’ve never seen before. My heart is racing as the results load. Who would be the victor? The game seems aware of our anticipation and slows almost to a halt.
And then the victor is revealed:
Draco. The fucking dragon.
The controller drops from my hands. I am defeated. Now what? I glance over at her, hoping she couldn’t be serious. But oh, how she is. She pulls a small box out from under her chair and opens it.
A strap-on dildo. She sits up and begins fastening it over her thong.
‘It was a good match, pantyboy.’ She says respectfully. ‘So I’ll let you have your choice: Either out the door in your little panties for all the soccer teams to see, or a chance at my pussy after I’ve fucked that cute little ass of yours.’
Could I? I couldn’t. Could I? I don’t know. I only know I want her. I closed my eyes as I considered the offer. And then I heard a wet slurping sound and saw that she was slathering up the dildo with lube.
I really, really couldn’t. Without a word, I stand up and, wearing only Vamika’s panties, make my way to the door to be humiliated by both the women’s and men’s soccer teams.
I open the door and step out into the cool fall air. The door slammed hard behind me. Outside, I can already hear the whistles of the coach and the soccer teams chatting to each other. And then I suddenly remember:
I forgot my fucking keys! I slap my hand to my face. This can’t be happening. I’d be the laughingstock of the entire university. I turn back and knock lightly on the door, but then grow desperate and knock harder.
The door opens, and the chain lock bars my entry.
‘Please. Open the door.’
Vamika is smiling cheekily.
‘Sorry, but we don’t know your intent. We have to stay safe. We are just two college girls after all.’ Vamika says in a mockingly innocent tone.
‘My intent is I forgot my fucking keys!’ I cry.
‘Hmmmm.’ She says as if she doesn’t believe me. ‘Are you sure? I think you changed your mind. I think you want to be our little pantyboy.
I hear someone coming up the steps. I have no choice but to swallow my pride.
‘Sure. Fine. Whatever. I change my mind.’
The door closes, and the lock slides, and it is opened again, and I’m inside just before whoever it was makes it out of the stairwell.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I am back in this strange paradise. I immediately begin fishing my keys out of my pants pocket, and just as I am about to leave, I see Alice sitting on the arm of the chair, a Bitcore controller in her hand, still wearing only her panties and the strap-on dildo.
I say nothing, for there is nothing to be said; I shy away, heading for the door to deal with my degrading destiny. But as my hand is about to turn the handle, I realize I just cannot bring myself to open it, and, deep down, maybe I don’t want to.
Sensing my hesitation, I feel her step up behind me, the dildo tickling between my thighs.
‘So is that your answer, my little pantyboy? Will you stay? You’ll let me fuck you in the ass.’
‘Yes.’ I whisper, trembling.
Her hands are on my shoulders, rubbing them gently.
‘Awwwww. It won’t be so bad, my little pantyboy, you’ll love it, I’m sure.’ She coos into my ear.
‘Mhhhmm.’ I nod, trying not to sound afraid. I could still last ten minutes and then make love to her. I could do that, couldn’t I?
In a way, it would be the final round of the game…
She took me by the hand and pulled me back to the living room.
‘On your hands and knees, please.’ She said authoritatively, pointing to a rolled-out yoga mat.
I do as I am told, surprised to see that Vamika is still in the room, watching curiously as to what is about to happen.
‘Vamika,’ Alice asks, as if suddenly remembering she is there, ‘you don’t mind if I peg him here, do you?’
‘Oh no, not at all.’ Vamika answers, gesturing to us. ‘Please.’
I feel an exhale escape me as Alice’s fingers slip into the waistband of my panties and begin peeling them down off my hips. She’s behind me, and my breathing is already.
shallow. I’m wincing and welcoming her touch as she begins to probe my anus with her finger gently. It’s utterly humiliating. I’m still in cow pose, being explored anally by the girl I’ve had a crush on all semester. And the worst part is, I can’t control how turned on I am. I can’t even control my breathing; it comes in hard and fast spurts, anticipating what’s to come.
‘Uh oh.’ Vamika warns. ‘You’d better be careful, Dani. I’ve heard you breathe like that before…’
I bite my lip as I feel Alice push her finger into me, and a feminine little whine escapes me as if against my will, as my glutes tighten.
‘Oh?’ Alice asked as she pulled out again, before tickling the lips of my anus. ‘Is that so?
Did my little pantyboy lie to me earlier? Did you already make love to sweet Vamika?’
I shook my head as she thrust her finger deeper inside me.
‘No00ooo.’ I moan. ‘I… I didn’t. I didn’t even fuck her.’
I look up at Vamika, silently begging for her to corroborate.
‘Oh, it is true, Alice. I sized the poor dear up earlier and found him lacking. Then I made him put on my panties, and that’s when he had his wittle accident.’ Vamika says tauntingly, making a pitiful face and raising her thumb and forefinger in the classic fraction sign of a small penis.
Alice pushes deeper inside me, and I shudder in pleasure at the experience. I rock my hips back into her, and Alice’s finger retreats.
‘Awww.’ She says sympathetically. ‘You want it, don’t you?’
I nod against my will. I definitely don’t. And yet I definitely do. I don’t know anything except that I definitely can’t resist.
‘I don’t even think I’m going to need the strap on.’ Alice considers teasingly. ‘But what’s wrong with a little fun?’
Still on my hands and knees, I feel her rise to her knees, resting her hands on my ass as she gets into position. I am about to be mounted. I am about to be fucked. I am about to be taken in the ass by the girl of my dreams.
How much time has passed? I’m never going to make it.
‘What time is it?’ I manage to ask as she gets into position behind me, and I can feel the tip of the dildo kissing my anus.
‘Almost two minutes. How are you feeling?’ I hear her whisper behind me.
‘I… I…’ I can’t even answer. And then it happens. ‘Iiiieeeeyyyyee…’
She pushes into me. Enters me, fills me. And I am pushed into paradise.
Something between a moan, a gasp, and a shudder of pleasure escapes me all at once. I’m trembling uncontrollably. She’s pushing deeper and deeper inside me and filling me up completely. I’m pushing back as much as she’s pushing in. I realize I’m going to be hers.
Hers forever. And ever. And ever.
I squirm with disappointment and pleasure. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m getting pegged in the ass by the girl of my dreams, who doesn’t even consider me a man.
While another girl is watching.
There’s no way I’m going to last another two minutes. Let alone eight.
‘My poor little pantyboy. You need someone to protect you, don’t you?
‘Yes. Please, protect me.’ I readily agree, my voice dainty and feminine.
‘You can’t help it, can you? You just cum yourself sometimes, don’t you?’
I nod, murmuring in agreement with everything she tells me.
Poor baby. That’s because you have a baby-sized penis, isn’t it?’
I keep nodding.
‘You’re not built to fuck. You’re built to get fucked. Isn’t that right?’
‘Yes.’ I blurt out in agreement. ‘But I want you. I want you so bad.’
‘Tell me.’ She pants as she pounds me. ‘Tell me how bad.’
‘I’ve jerked off to you almost every night since I first saw you.’
She spanks me hard on the ass. I yelp in pain.
‘You bad little boy. Did I permit you to do that?’
‘No. No ma’am, you didn’t. I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t call me ma’am. I’m not an old crone. Call me…’ She trails off, pondering for a moment. ‘Domina.’
Domina. I am so unbelievably close to cumming.
‘Yes, Domina.’ I say readily.
She stops just as I am nearing my climax. I’m pushing back into her as she pulls free of me. I’m left wanting. Needing. Gasping. Aching.
‘Let’s face it, Dani.’ She tells me, her voice dripping with sincerity. ‘You’re not going to last another seven minutes. I can make you cum now, I know I can. But I want you to be sure you’re going to be my little love slave. There’s no going back. You’re going to be well-behaved for your Domina, won’t you?’
I nod vigorously and receive a slap on my bare ass.
‘Yes, Domina!’
She hums as if pleased, the dildo tickling my anus.
‘You’re going to eat my pussy whenever I ask.’
‘I’d be happy to, Domina.’
‘And Vamika’s too.’
I look up at Vamika, who has her phone out filming this. Staring into the camera, I nod.
‘Yes, of course. Vamika too. Whenever she wants, whenever you want, I’m yours.’ I sputter.
‘You may even suck a few cocks, too.’
I hesitate, but feel her dildo begin to push into me, and I moan.
‘Yes! Yes. Fine. Yes, yes I will!’
‘Good boy.’ She purrs as she pushes inside me. ‘And you’ll warm up our real lovers, won’t you? Get them nice and hard for us. Because while you’re our love slave, we still need to get fucked by real men. You understand, don’t you, Dani?’
I’m moaning incoherently as she pushes deeper inside me.
‘Whatever you want. However, you want it. You need real men. I get it! I want it.’ I stammer.
‘Permission to finish, please!’
‘Did you get all that on film, Vamika?’ Alice asks.
‘Oh yes, loud and very clear.’ Vamika says as she moves to get a better angle of my penetration. ‘Enough footage here to make sure he’s well behaved.’
‘Yyyou d-d-dddon’t need that.’ I stammer. ‘Dominas.’
Alice laughs.
‘Oh, but we do. Get a nice shot of his tiny little erection when it spits, Vamika. That’ll be our money shot. Then everyone we send this to will know why he’s our slave.’
Vamika gets into position next to me as I’m huffing and puffing in anticipation.
‘Lights. Camera. Action.’ Vamika giggles.
Alice begins pounding away.
‘We do need the footage, pantyboy, in fact, we’re going to have a whole library full. I may even use it for my dissertation. What shall I call it? How about the trials and tribulations of a pantyboy? Stripping a man of his masculinity? I suppose I have plenty of time to think of a title. For right now, we. Just. Need. Doc.U.men.tay.tion.’ She says, pounding me harder and harder.
I’m beyond language, but I’m begging. Begging for the release, I know I can’t resist.
I’m pushing back hard, and I receive a slap on my ass that I can only hope is permission.
And I cum harder than I ever have before, my little penis erupts semen, and I collapse onto the yoga mat, groaning with pleasure.
‘How long was that, Vamika?’ Alice asks, panting above me.
‘Three and a half minutes. A new record for him.’ I hear Vamika say proudly.
‘Good little pantyboy.’ Alice says as I drift off into unconsciousness. ‘Your training begins tomorrow…’
To Be Continued…?
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