One thing that gets me hotter than hot is when guys compete with each other for me. I was just talking to a friend about this very thing and I had to fan myself a bit to cool off when I thought back to the times I’ve made boys do this.
One of my favorite little games is to hold a chastity auction. I auction something off that you want and you get to bid for it. Your currency is days locked in chastity. The prized item might be an article of my intimates or it might be time spent alone with me. It might even be a peek at my boobs or a long French kiss. Whomever is willing to bid the highest number of days in chastity, gets the prize.
There is just one small detail in fine print. The way this game works is that the highest bidder gets the prize but only has to endure half of the number of days he bids. The second highest bidder does not get the prize and must endure all of the days he bids. Everyone else is off the hook.
Can you envision how this little auction might play out? I’ll tell you now, most boys can’t. At least not the ones I’ve played with. Let me walk you though it.
The bidding starts at one day. Who is willing to spend one day in chastity for an hour with me in a romantic cabin getaway in the woods? You quickly raise your hand like every other boy in the room.
Who’ll make it two days? Nobody blinks and all hands are still up.
How about a week? A few hands go down but not yours. What’s a week? You’ve done harder time than that.
Two weeks? More hands go down. But if you can do a week, why not two? Your hand remains high.
Now three? Who will make it three? Only three hands are left besides yours. Chumps. You aren’t going to give up the chance of feeling my soft skin, of having me slide my leg between yours and whisper sweet poison in your ear. Not a chance; not to these guys. Your hand stays up.
Four weeks. Who will make it four? Suddenly your hand and one other are the only two left. You stare at him but he doesn’t return the gesture.
Six weeks. The crowd gasps and then goes silent. One of you will get the girl and stay locked for three weeks. The other will get nothing but six weeks of chastity. The hell if you’re going to let that other dude make a cuck out of you. Your hand stays firmly in the air.
Eight weeks. That’s far longer than you’ve ever lasted before. Hell, even if you win, four weeks is pretty close to your personal record. But four is better than eight. If you quit now you get eight so…your hand stays up.
Ten weeks. Damn. He didn’t back down. Screw him. He doesn’t intimidate you. Your hand stays up.
Twelve weeks. It dawns on you that he’s thinking the exact same thing. What motivation would he ever have for backing down? The only way to win is to keep going. But if he has no incentive for giving up and you don’t either, when will this ever end? You’re confused. Your hand stays up but begins to tremble.
Fourteen weeks. What now? You freeze. You need to think but the numbers are coming too fast. What the hell should you do?
Eighteen weeks. Even if you win and only have to spend nine weeks chaste…damn! You remember just a few minutes ago you considered eight weeks to be too expensive to pay. Now it seems like a bargain.
Twenty weeks. Gulp. You try to think back to when it went wrong. At what point should you have lowered your hand? You know your opponent is thinking the same thing. But that changes nothing. The only way not to lose is to stay in the game.
Twenty-two weeks. And on we go.
Isn’t it lovely, pets? Two boys, locked in a negative-sum-game just for me. Tell me, how high would you go to win?
PS After the game is finally over and a winner is crowned and a loser is spoiled, I send the boys to their sentences. Oh, did I mention that the winner doesn’t collect his prize until after his payment is made?
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