Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

The walk back was freezing, all of us hurrying along the trail. We made it by sundown; Julie and I jumped in the back while Tory got in front. She cranked the heater as we all shivered, Julie reaching her arms inside my coat to stay warm. Tory drove us back, letting Julie and I fall asleep in the back. When we woke, we were outside Tory's house.

She shook our shoulders, already having opened the back door. It was almost 9, pitch black, chilly air blowing into the jeep. She hung up all our coats, then pulled us upstairs. I heard the shower jets turn on before my mind comprehended what was happening. Tory closed the door, stripped off her clothes, and stepped in.

"Are you two going to join me?"

I shook myself awake and shed every layer. The curtain opened to a heavenly sight; Tory had already soaped her body. Tiny bubbles slid down her frame, a waterfall between her breasts. A perfect handful, they didn't drop an inch. The little vine curled around in a circle, tickling her nipple.

Her hands embraced my back as I stepped forward and kissed her. My hands worked their way up her thighs, a firm grip under her back. I pulled her into me; her chest pushed into mine, and we kissed deeper. Passion dripping; then crashing out of us. I felt her fingers running up and down my legs, the peach body wash filling our senses.

We broke apart, foreheads touching; it felt like we tried to fuck each other with our eyes. She exhaled loudly through her nose, grinning wide. "Later."

Julie had stepped in, quietly asking if we needed a minute. Tory's hand gently pushed past me; she shared a similar kiss with Julie. I was aching; I wanted both of them. I placed one hand on each of their rears. Tory spoke with such confidence, like she already knew everything we wanted to say to one another.

"Clean yourselves, dry off, meet me downstairs. Tyler will show you; don't wear anything."

Tory stepped out, Julie's soft eyes looked up as she slowly got closer to me. She forced a smile; eyes darting around the shower. She still seemed bashful around me, like she wasn't sure what we were. I brought our naked bodies within inches, working my hands around her hips, up her small frame. Her entire back was covered by my arms, pulling her in tight.

"So, you just get both of us?" There was still a touch of jealousy in her words.

"No. Maybe I'm wrong; but I feel like in the same way you can be mine. I'm Tory's. It's like she found me in a shelter and adopted me; began molding me into what she needs me to be." I kissed her, not the passion with Tory; a gentle tenderness. "I want you. I want to be partners, work together; with Tory. Do you want me?"

"Yes."

We kissed again, the heavy steamed air making us sweat. I turned it off and kept swirling my tongue around her mouth. A little spank, and we broke apart. There was an understanding in our eyes, like she was truly accepting it. The towels were left in the bathroom after we dried off, hurrying through the cold house to the garage. The bookshelf was open. Standing in the middle of the room; Leather bound and sexy as hell. Whip.

It was becoming obvious her player moniker wasn't just a name; it was an identity. When she dawned the black outfit, she became someone else; a different version of the amazing girl she already was. A version of her that had won; three times. She would win again; I could feel it. I'd be happy with second place, as long as it was by her side.

"Welcome." She strutted down the center of the room like she was on a catwalk. "Sapphire; go to the bed. Wait for us."

I watched her little booty jiggle as she took hurried steps and laid down. Whip brought her attention to me; opening her hand to reveal the tools for the night. Rope, lipstick and some sort of handle with frills at the end.

"I'll show you how to tie her, you'll flog her, fuck her, then make her cum." She touched my growing erection, tracing her fingers along the shaft. "Write on her, mark her; then we send it to everyone. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Tory."

"Whip. In here; don't use names."

"Okay, Whip."

She put the flogger in my hand and led me to the bed. "You command; I follow."

We approached the tiny Asian girl on the bed, biting her lip while she lay flat on her belly. She was looking over her shoulder, her tight little ass begging to be spanked. I left it for now, walking around to her head. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, not loud enough for Tory to hear.

"I'm going to restrain you, spank you, slap you, fuck you, then mark you as mine. After tonight, you do not commit any sexual acts with another; without my approval. If you understand; say yes."

"Yes."

The rope was left on the bed for me; I ignored it for now; choosing the flogger instead. Julie's ass was pleading to be spanked; I wanted to start there. The flogger was heavier than I thought it would be; well, the handle. The frills were light, unimposing. They made a soft smack as they connected with her skin.

"Fuck." Julie yelped, her brows tight against her eyes as she watched me. I did it again; more accepting this time. Then again, alternating between sides. I felt my arm moving faster, hitting harder. She was enjoying it; maybe a little too much.

SLAP. My hand, hard across her skin. It turned red almost immediately, then the flogger again. Tory casually set a bottle of coconut oil next to me on the bed, then took a step back. SLAP. Then again, two more lashes from the flogger. She let out minor yelps and whimpers, controlling her breathing through the few minutes it took place in. I poured a small amount of coconut oil and massaged it into her skin.

A quick pull and Julie flipped onto her back; her mouth opened subtly as she watched me grab the rope. Tory stepped up to assist; I looked up and down at her.

"Go sit down Whip."

She froze, studied me; then smiled as she sat down on the bench with a nod. My attention returned to Julie. I was a boy scout; I could tie some knots. I climbed up on top of her, straddling around her hips.

"Do you like being spanked?"

She nodded, no smile; her lips parted.

I brought her wrists together; palms facing, forearms aligned. Then found the rope's midpoint. Wrapping it twice around both wrists, a finger's width of slack. On the outer side, I preserved a small section, forming a neat loop. The knot sat flat, reliable, practical.

Threading the long ends through that upper loop, I stretched the rope to the bed's opposite corners. A couple of quick half-hitches at each anchor locked her arms extended overhead; inescapable but not strenuous.

Her arms were tied; but I left her legs free. Giving me plenty of room to twist, turn or lift her. I retrieved the lipstick from the bed, beginning my slow marks along her body. The lipstick left beautiful red streaks along her core, a simple: Property of Cane.

I backed down slightly, letting my hands feel her. Her thighs were warm, her pussy drenched, it accepted my fingers easily. She wouldn't need long. I curled two fingers up, letting them slowly spread her open. After a few light gasps, I aligned my tip. Julie's eyes rolled back as my shaft reached the end; slowly recentering while my pace quickened.

"Oh, shit Tyler..." A gentle slap across her face, I let my thumb gently massage right after.

"Cane."

One hard thrust bottomed out inside of her; she grunted. "Cane... Fuck... Ugh..."

My hand stayed on her cheek, my thumb and index gripping the bottom of her chin. I moved her face around, not hard, not far; just enough to remind her who was in control. Every ounce of me focused on making her scream; beg once more. I wanted her to loudly proclaim to the world that she was mine, that our team had openings, and that they could be her. Screaming while my heavy girth spread them open.

Her lips gripped extra tight today, following my shaft out and back in. The slow melodic movements felt indescribable. Her hands were trying to move, her body held down by my weight. She sounded drunk, blissful sensations washing over her. Every twist became an outlet for her pleasure, forcing it out of every crevice until it overflowed.

I lifted her hips, wrapped my arm around her legs and held her there while my other hand reached for the flogger. It was easy. How light she felt in my arms. I slapped from the bottom up, a few quick passes after each long deep stroke.

Her moans became throaty, raspy, and delicious. Her eyes lost their softness; they burned. They desired. They wanted more. Her eye's closed tightly, nose scrunching in the cutest way. Then she flooded me, the warm coating reaching my entire pelvic area. I gave her three more whips from the flogger as her body released.

"Yeeeesssss Cane... I fucking love it... Mmmmmm."

I sped up, letting my hips move into a sprinter pace. No longer a marathon, I wanted her to finish again. Beg for my cum, beg for me to paint my property. I felt the sweat beading up along my face, a single drop falling onto my arms. I had a strong grip around her legs, my pounding turning animalistic. I hadn't cum all day, Tory hadn't let me. Now she wouldn't be able to stop me.

"Whip!" I yelled at her, without even looking. "Come here."

Tory came to the edge of the bed, with a little defiance in her smirk. "Yes, Cane?"

"I am going to cum all over this beautiful plaything... I'm going to mark her." I let my eyes meet hers, my hips never slowing. "You're going to capture it on my phone... then you're going to lick it up."

"As you command." She bit her lip; standing motionless in the same spot.

"Now."

A little bow and she returned with my phone, crawling up next to me on the bed. I stopped fucking Julie; letting my cock fall out of her, rest on her abs. She groaned in frustration.

"Don't stop Cane... please. Give me more. I want it." I nodded towards Tory, she understood. Bringing the phone up, hitting record.

"Tell the good people of the game what is happening right now."

Julie flashed panic, her forehead creasing as her eyes searched for answers. She exhaled in a loud whimper. "Cane is taking what is his." I let my cock enter her again, slowly. "Please... give it to me again. Give me that fat cock."

I let my hips work faster, harder, deeper. Each slam of skin echoing through the room. Julie let go on control; any and every sound forcing their way out of her mouth.

"I'm his... only his... unless he says otherwise... fuck... shit... Cane... I'm fucking cumming... fuck. Fuck. FUCK."

I had been holding back, waiting for the right moment. Then Julie gave it to me, a screaming twist of her hips, and I let go. Her orgasm was winding down while mine began. Letting my length rest above her hole, my hand stroking as it began to erupt. Rope after rope, more cum than I had ever produced. It covered the lipstick; it reached Julie's neck, her hair. It covered her entire torso, a range of little drops, long lines, and puddles across her.

I screamed, letting whatever noise out of me that had been teased and built up all day. My hips hadn't quit; just slowed. Still sliding my tip across her delicate skin. Tory dropped my phone and let her head fall to the tight core that was just covered. She licked it slow, seductive. She let it fall from her tongue, then went back for more. Then she kissed Julie, let my cum pass between their tongues and smear on their faces. I wish I had kept recording.

"Not bad Cane... let's get this princess cleaned up. It's late; we work tomorrow."

Tory helped me untie her; apply oil to the skin the rope had rubbed against. Julie hugged me, kissed me, then Tory.

"Thank you both... that was incredible."

We all carried ourselves up the stairs quietly, exhausted. The shower was quick; clean and get out. Tory gave us a spare change of pajamas, called a taxi and sent the two of us home. I was too tired to even protest it; I wanted to stay with her... another night.

We waited for the Taxi as Tory pulled out her phone.

"Send your challenge pictures to the masters, one of you should get top 3." She put her hand on my shoulder, leaning her head in. "Send your video to the everyone chat; that's what they mean. Show the field of players, not just them. After you send it, I'll send my video." She kissed my cheek and pulled Julie closer. "Tomorrow night let's meet up here. We can gameplan and discuss who reaches out or doesn't."

We all nodded in agreement, hearing the approaching vehicle. Tory waved goodbye as Julie and I cuddled in the back seat, her head on my shoulder. Our fingers were interlocked, mindlessly rubbing them together.

"I really like you... maybe in another life, we could be more than this." Julie's voice was soft, sleepy.

"Who knows what the future holds, let's just enjoy this as much as possible."

"Last night. When Tory had me alone in the bathroom. She made it clear; I listen to her over you." Her eyes lifted and met mine. "I told her yes. But I lied; I'd listen to you first."

The Taxi dropped us off, my mind trying to wrap around the Idea that Tory had to have complete control. She told me Julie was mine, yet she still needed to obey Tory more than I. More games, more trust issues. Could I really trust Tory? Even being on the same team now, her helping us. Was it all just for her?

I started ascending the steps to my room when Julie started going down.

"Wait... do you want to-" She didn't let me finish.

"Yes."

We lay in bed together, her breathing calming as I sensed her fall asleep. I'd have to be careful; Tory could be using me. Julie seemed to fully be on my side now... I'd need others.

Everyone

'[Video of Julie, the thumbnail was her painted core with the lipstick words clearly visible.]' - Cane

Sir-Ma'am-Cane

'[Picture from the dock.]' - Cane