The Game of Fate

Games for Guys

I had recently moved into town and didn't have many friends, so when I saw the sign up on a small-ads board it caught my eye:

Games for Guys!

Board games with the lads!

All kinds of games

All skills welcome

Every other Saturday

New members welcome

Contact Michael on 555-100-1209

I enjoyed board games and this sounded like a good way to get to know some people, so I gave Michael a call. The next meeting was this coming Saturday, from midday until late. I noted down the details and assured him I would attend.

Game Day

On Saturday morning I fell a little behind and arrived at Michael's house around half-past twelve. Given the number of cars in the drive and on the street outside quite a crowd was already there. Michael lived in a large modern house on a quiet street. Welcoming me in, he led me into the lounge where everyone else had gathered.

The large lounge ran full length of the house with windows at front and back, and various gaming tables were set up so several different games could run at once. There was an area with beanbags and cushions in a rough circle. A set of shelves containing more board games than I had ever seen in one place ran along one wall, and a table containing snacks and drinks was opposite. A couple of games were already in progress, one person was sitting at a table idly shuffling a deck of cards, and a group of people were standing around chatting. I counted twelve people including Michael, which made me unlucky number thirteen.

"This is Elliot," Michael announced. "He's new this week, so please give him a warm welcome." He led me quickly around the room, introducing me to the group. "We're about to start this," the guy introduced as Lawrence told me, showing me an unfamiliar box, "care to join us?"

"I've never seen it before, but am very willing to learn!" I said, so a small group of us settled down at a table. Lawrence was an excellent communicator and ran through the rules quickly and clearly, taking special care to stress the key mechanics and even described a few general strategies that could be employed. Also playing with us was Alan, a well-built man of few words who didn't seem exactly delighted for me to join them, or even to be there at all - I couldn't quite tell - and Robbie, who turned out to have a serious gaming mind and a competitive streak. Robbie was the clear winner of our game, with almost twice the points of anyone else.

We packed the game away. Another table had also just finished, so a couple of people swapped groups and we each started something new.

Half-way through the next game, Michael dropped by our table to see how we were doing. Alan looked up and said quite loudly: "Hey Mikey, are we going to play Fate today?"

There was a pause - all sound stopped in the room. On the other table, Robbie froze in the middle of moving a piece and looked over at our table. Suddenly everyone was paying close attention. Michael glanced around the room making eye contact with every person, and I felt as if his gaze lingered slightly on me. "We'll have to see, let's discuss it later," he said.

Our game continued, with Alan and a guy named Chuck battling for first place and me and the other guy trailing some way behind. In the end Chuck pulled ahead and was declared the winner. He wore a confident smile as we calculated the final score as if there was never any doubt that he would be victorious.

We packed the game away, but the other guys didn't seem to want to start anything new at that moment. Looking around at the other tables I noticed that one group had also finished and were just watching the room and chatting while the other was in the process of adding up scores.

Michael was leaning up against a wall, also eyeing the room. He looked like he was waiting to speak, but was unwilling to rush anyone. Once the last group finished and realized all eyes in the room were now on them they fell quiet, and Michael said: "Right. Let's discuss what we play next."

The Game of Fate

"There's a game we frequently play here, not in every session but most of them," he said. "We call it the Game of Fate. I can't remember who came up with the idea in the first place, and the rules have changed over time, but the core principle has always remained the same: everyone plays, and everyone consents to play. If anyone ever doesn't want to play, it's no problem - we skip it. There is no pressure. It's a fundamental part of the game that everyone must accept this.

"Mechanically, it's a trick-taking card game using two decks. Hands are dealt, and the rest of the cards form a draw pile. Each person plays a card, each person draws a card, and play proceeds to the left. There are scoring rules for each hand that we'll go through in detail later. Score is kept using colored beads. You get a point for winning a hand, but you've got to be careful because you can get a penalty point in certain situations.

"If you get ten points, you win. If you get ten

penalty

points, you

lose

. The game ends when anyone wins

or

when anyone loses. So far so simple, but here's the kicker, and why everyone needs to consent to play:"

There was a murmur from the group, and a few grins were exchanged.

"If anyone wins they are declared the Top for the rest of the evening, and they can fuck everyone else in the ass. If anyone loses they are declared the Bottom for the evening, and they will get ass-fucked by everyone else."

Here Michael looked towards me, and paused to let his words sink in. Everyone else in the group clearly knew this all already so this was really just for my benefit. I was obviously shocked at this development, and not immediately sure what to think.

Michael continued: "So, to be clear exactly how it works - if you win, you're going to have a great evening. If someone else wins, you can expect to get fucked, just once. If someone else loses, you will get to fuck someone, just once. And if you lose, you're going to feel mighty sore in the morning!"

A couple of guys laughed at this. Michael looked at Harry, grinned and said "Am I right?" Harry looked a little sheepish and smiled - I guess he had lost in a recent session.

I was still processing all that had been said. I don't know what my face showed, but internally I was flitting through too many emotions for me to even recognize what I was feeling.

Sensing my confusion, Lawrence spoke up: "Something you should understand about this game - the way the penalties work mean the people trying hardest to win are the most at risk of being penalized. If you're not actually trying to be the Top there's little chance of ending up as the Bottom. Most of us just play casually, not overreaching, grabbing a trick where we can, but happy to leave it to fate whether someone is going to win or to lose. You can play strategically to prevent someone winning their last point to increase the chances of someone racking up the penalties. But really it's a big part of the fun to not know whether you're going to fuck, or to get fucked.

"Also, in a group as big as tonight the Top has a lot of people to work their way through - he's not going to maintain his energy all the way to the end. The first couple of people might get it good, but he'll get so exhausted that most people will get off lightly."

Michael added: "And don't worry if you're shy, we use the bedroom just around the corner so nobody has to perform in public or anything. So, Elliot, what do you think? Like I said, no pressure at all. If you don't want to play, everyone will accept that decision and we'll just get back to the board games."

He stopped and waited. There was absolute silence from the room, and all eyes were on me.

I hadn't been planning on getting violated this evening, but also wasn't too concerned by the prospect. I'd messed around with a few guys in college, so was happy to give and receive on a one-to-one basis at least. It had been a couple of months since I last slept with anyone, so this might actually be quite a nice surprise. Coming out on Top would be wonderful, but the risk of ending up Bottom was a bit alarming. That said, I wasn't in a competitive mood and didn't feel the need to aim for the Top, so as Lawrence said there was little risk of ending up Bottom. I liked this group and wanted to come back - while they said there was no pressure, I did appreciate that I wouldn't ingratiate myself with them if I regularly ruined this little tradition they had going. If I constantly blocked it it was bound to cause friction. So - partly just to fit in - I decided to accept my fate:

"Sure," I said. "Let's play!"

In the Bedroom

An hour later, I was lying on my front on the bed in the small bedroom. My arms and legs were cuffed, and tied to the four bed posts. My cock was hard, and squeezed against the mattress. My anus was pulsing slightly and my bottom felt empty, having only just been vacated. I didn't try to look around, but heard the door open and close softly as Harry left. I'd had three visitors already, and had nine more to come.

I was thinking back to the game and wondering where it all went wrong. Being unfamiliar with the rules I did make a few bad plays. I fell into a couple of traps that had been set for me. I won a couple more tricks than I had expected. Ultimately I think it was just bad luck and poor planning: at a certain point I found myself with a handful of cards that couldn't help but get me into more trouble, and nothing I subsequently picked up could save me. If I had taken the opportunity to dispose of the problematic cards earlier it could have been avoided, but I was too focused on each round as it happened to think much further ahead.

There was a mixture of shock and a touch of sympathy when that last round ended and I felt duty-bound to announce to the group that I just picked up penalty point number ten. I hadn't known where to look, so just stared down at the small pile of red beads that counted out my misfortune. There was a sigh of relief from someone sitting on eight red beads, and a sound of annoyance from Robbie who was clutching nine blue. Most people were just glad that someone had lost and that

it wasn't them

, as they knew this meant they'd get their rocks off this evening.

It was all a lot more than I had really been prepared for. I had accepted from the start that there was a chance this could happen, but the reality of it sank in hard. I felt slightly numb and kept looking down, unwilling to make eye contact with any of the others, knowing what each of them would soon be doing to me.

Feeling like a condemned man on his way to the scaffold I was led by Michael to a small bedroom. He came in behind me and closed the door.

Michael saw I was in something of a state of shock. "I wanted to make sure you were okay with this," he said. "You could back down if you really want to - we're not going to force you to play along - but it would be a little selfish if you played the game then refused to accept the consequences, and it wouldn't go down very well with the guys. Some of them - but not all - have been in this very position themselves, and as you can see they keep coming back. But as I say, if you really want to you can just say no."

However daunting the prospect was, I knew what I had agreed to and I was honorable enough to accept the result of the game. I shook my head and said "No, fair's fair - I'm good. It's just a lot to take in and I needed a moment to accept it."

"Understood," Michael said. "When you're okay to continue, you'd better strip down so I can get you ready." He busied himself on the other side of the bed. Taking a deep breath, and no longer concerned with modesty, I peeled off my clothes and piled them neatly on a nearby chair.

He approached me with some leather cuffs and I dutifully held out my arms and presented each leg in turn to accept them. I lay down on my front, and he worked his way around the bed, adding and tightening ropes until I was firmly held. I declined his offered blindfold. The room was warm, but the hairs on my back and all across my exposed flesh were standing up. I fought for a moment of calm inside my head, closing my eyes and breathing deeply.

Michael took a box of condoms and a large bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet and placed them ready, then put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Good luck," he said, and left.

I never worked out who was first, but I guess they knew what was expected of them - the job of breaking in the new boy. They were gentle, very slowly easing into me with lots of lube and then working my ass at a tortuously slow pace until they came.

The second was Chuck who immediately on entering the room stripped down and, while picking out a condom and applying lube, stood next to the head of the bed for a while, long enough for me to get a good look at him. He statistically

must

have the biggest dick in the group - there was little chance that anyone else would be bigger. But he clearly knew he had a dangerous weapon and was careful how he used it. I was very grateful that he took his time opening me up, and instead of going for full-length thrusts he only withdrew a quarter of his length each time, preventing my muscles from being stressed by repeated forced stretching. Buried there in my guts he soon felt more of a welcome presence than an intrusion, and I lay quietly and calmly as he worked me over. I'm not even sure whether he orgasmed - after some time he just stopped and then slowly withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. After getting dressed he rubbed his strong hands over my muscles from my upper arms, over my shoulders, down my sides, bottom and all the way down each leg, and then slapped me once hard on the ass before leaving.

Harry was next. I could tell he stripped entirely naked, but he stayed behind my field of vision so I couldn't see him. He asked whether I was okay and I assured him I was coping so far. He pushed a finger into my ass and wiggled it, said he knew it was a random draw but always seemed to get placed after Chuck, and he never liked following Chuck. He grabbed the bottle and added a good amount more lube, then eased his way into me. I could tell his cock was quite the opposite of Chuck's, but he made good use of it and pumped his way to a quick orgasm. He thanked me as he left, and wished me all the best for the evening.

And now I lay there, my breath slowing, my muscles twitching occasionally as my body relaxed. I could even feel my anus slowly retightening. I strained to hear any words of conversation from the lounge but it was too muffled to make anything out, so I quietly waited for the next visitor.

Alan

Some time passed, but eventually the door opened and closed, then I heard Alan's distinct voice simply say: "Right."

No "Hello", no concern for how I was feeling, just that single word. I got the impression that this was to be a very mechanical experience and wasn't expecting any consideration to be shown. I had already worked out that Alan was here to fuck, and me turning up as a new member of the group had thrown their ritual game into doubt. I don't know what degree of relief he experienced when I agreed to take part, but I suspected he still needed to work out some of the tension I had caused. I took a breath and braced myself for what was to come.

I heard him unzip and pull his trousers down, caught a glimpse of an arm as it dipped into the box on the table near my head, then heard foil tearing and a sound of a condom being rolled into place.

The bed shifted as he clambered on, then settled as he centered himself over me. One hand was next to my head, as he carefully lined himself up and began to push into me. He hadn't added any lube but I was still sloppy enough from the last for him to slip in smoothly. He gave a sigh of satisfaction as he slid deeper and deeper until he firmly bottomed out. He paused there for a moment then adjusted himself, bringing both elbows down next to my ears and put all his weight onto me, pressing me hard down into the mattress. He started to slowly grind himself against me.

His cock didn't feel too big, and I was glad to notice that I was coping well with it so far, but I knew he wasn't going to be content to just gently grind into me all evening. With his upper body pressing down on me I couldn't move at all, so could only lie there and wait.

Soon he adjusted himself again, took his weight on his arms and lifted off me slightly. He pulled his cock mostly out then pushed it back in, repeated, and repeated. Then he paused, and I had the impression he felt he was finally ready to properly begin.

He proceeded to slide his rock-hard cock in and out of my aching bottom, increasing in speed until he was slapping my butt-cheeks hard with every thrust. He grunted on each push, and me and the mattress bounced up and down in time with his body. With his weight lifted off me I realized I could move a bit, but being shaken back and forth so much there was nothing I could reasonably do to lessen the impacts. Somehow he increased further in speed and really started to pound my screaming hole. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back, mingling with my own.

He settled into a regular yet punishing rhythm and all I could do was to lie there and take it. He uttered no words, but continued to grunt in time with each powerful thrust. The bed shook, and the cupboard doors rattled. The pace increased again and the grunting became louder, more urgent, more desperate. He kept forcing his way in and out until with one final cry he plunged his way deep into my guts and then fell forward onto me, panting with exhaustion. I could feel his fully-inserted penis pulsing over and over again as it disgorged his load. He continued breathing heavily, while I struggled to fill my own lungs with the weight of him on top of me.

I noticed that my previously-hard cock was now quite soft, as if my body had realized it had far better things to do with that blood, and brought it back into circulation to help deal with the ongoing assault on my rectum.

After a minute or so his breathing had returned to normal, he shifted his body weight and slowly withdrew himself from my bottom. I heard the condom being removed and dropped into the bucket next to the door. Some rustling of clothes, a zip, and the door opened and closed.

Through the closed door I could make out something of a cheer as Alan returned to the lounge. I wondered if the whole house had been rattling with his performance.

Lawrence

Very soon the door opened again and in walked Lawrence. "How did you find Alan?" he asked. I snorted slightly, and replied "You heard that did you?"

"I both heard it, and have previously experienced it," he replied. "He has something of a reputation. Let's take a look at you."

Lawrence checked my wrists and ankles, made sure blood was flowing freely. He wiped down my face with a towel then ran it over my exposed body to mop up what he could. I thanked him for his concern.

He added lube then used a couple of fingers to gently tease my anus open, encouraging it to relax. "We're not animals, you know," he said. "This is quite a fun game if you approach it right. I like to set an example, and try to treat others the way I would like to be treated."

He continued his intimate massage, adding two fingers from his other hand as he continued to stretch me out. The feeling was

indescribable

. I'd never been handled in this way, and something approaching serenity passed over me as his fingers rolled around the muscles of my anus.