Rainy Day Games
By Aphony Cree
Corey listened to the gentle tinkling of raindrops against the kitchen window as he did the dishes. The power had gone out not too long ago, turning their meal into an impromptu candlelit dinner. After an hour of feeding each other, staring at Malachi through the flickering flames, and consuming a large bottle of wine together, Corey had trouble concentrating on his domestic chore. He got lost in fantasies of what the evening could hold for the two of them, his mind wandering further and further as the sounds of the storm hypnotized him. He fumbled with the dishes, almost losing a wine glass and started considering what the repercussions of such an act would bring. Now he had to resist the urge to break it on purpose as scenes of discipline danced through his mind.
He wiped off his hands and headed into the living room. Malachi was seated in a chair reading a book despite the darkness of the room. He looked up, taking quick notice of the bright green color Corey's eyes had become, an unmistakable sign the boy was horny (well, hornier than usual). Malachi read a few more pages, leaving Corey to stand in front of him and try not to squirm. He reached out, his eyes still on the book, and ran his fingernails over Corey's fly, "What would you like to do tonight?"
Corey shrugged. Power was out in half the city so going anywhere seemed illogical. Not that Corey planned on heading anywhere but the bedroom tonight. "I don't know. What would you like to do? Sir." He added the "sir" as an after thought, feeling particularly submissive and wishing to make that known. He was rewarded with one of Malachi's brief, barely there smiles.
"A rainy night is the perfect time to play a game, don't you think?"
Corey nodded eagerly and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as Malachi closed his book and stood. His eyes fluttered closed when he felt the man's hand trail down his chest and stomach, which was tight with anticipation. The feeling disappeared and he heard the thud of Malachi's cane as he walked across the room. The closet door was open and Corey's heart raced with the thought of what treasures were kept there: a spare pistol, a few knives, the tool box to do household repairs, a few lengths of nylon chord to restrain intruders. He sucked in a deep breath as his lover reached up to the top shelf, his beautiful muscles flexed and defined as Corey wondered what surprise he'd hidden way up there.
He let out a small gasp and his heart sank as he saw what Malachi had retrieved: the battered box of a Monopoly game. When the closet door was closed Corey lost all hope that he was just moving it to get to something good. "A board game?" he said, unable to hide the exasperation and disappointment in his voice.
Malachi shoved the box into his hands and motioned for him to set it up in the middle of the floor. "It will be far from boring." Corey watched as Malachi counted out the colorful paper money, keeping nearly four thousand for himself and tossing the boy a single $500 bill. He started to protest but Malachi placed a thin finger to his lips signaling silence and the game began.
The first few rounds went as normal. Corey scored a few of the cheap properties on the first row while Malachi seemed to devour the rest of the board. Most of his rolls were doubles that lead him to the choice squares as well as guaranteeing a second turn, and Corey started to suspect foul play.
The emerald eyed beauty landed on St. James place and was looking back and forth between the three white one dollar bills he had left and his only unmortgaged property. Unable to pay the $14 rent, he threw his hands in the air and announced, "I lose, game over, now can we go to bed?"
Malachi gave the briefest rumble of laughter, shaking his head at the flesh covered hormone seated across from him. "The game is not finished. That shirt's worth about $14. Throw it over."
A few turns later and Corey was naked and shivering, the heat having gone out when the power did. Malachi's smile was a little wider and there was something mischievous dancing behind his eyes. Corey hit Indiana Ave, adorned with a plastic green house, and wiggled a bit as Malachi checked the flimsy card to announce what he owed, knowing perfectly well it couldn't be paid. He had Corey retrieve the rope from the closet and secured his hands firmly at the small of his back. Corey had rolled doubles and Malachi told him to take his next turn. He tugged at his arms and asked how but Malachi just leaned back against the leg of the couch and raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow as if to say "I'm waiting." Corey thought for a moment then leaned over, raising his ass in the air, and picked up the dice in his lips. They bounced loudly when he dropped them, one striking him in the cheek before he could move away, and he grabbed his cheep metal thimble between his teeth and moved it to Marvin's Garden. This time the rings in his nipples were pulled and twisted until he swallowed his pride and called uncle.
The game seemed to go on for hours, Malachi building up his properties with houses and hotels and Corey getting increasingly harsher punishments as the price of rent increased. With Reading Railroad he had to kneel on the handle of a broomstick until he made it past Go, where he opted to waive his $200 in favor of getting rid of the uncomfortable wood. North Carolina got a large butt plug inserted in him and when he landed on Park Place he learned that it vibrated. He found himself on Water Works, rolled a ten, and Malachi had him bend over the arm of a chair as he administered that many strokes to Corey's ass and thighs with his dragon topped cane. Candles were brought from the table and hot wax was dripped over his torso when on his next turn he couldn't pay the income tax.
He landed on "Go Directly to Jail" and thought he'd get a three turn break since he didn't have the money to bail himself out but knew he'd thought wrong when he saw the evil glint in his partner's eyes. Malachi got a "lucky" roll, landed himself in jail as well, and quickly became Corey's domineering cell mate. The boy spent the next three turns with his head bobbing up and down in Malachi's lap, his ass being slapped ten times in-between turns as payment for Malachi having to roll for him. On the third turn Malachi rolled doubles (lucky as always) but Corey got a one and a three. Malachi said instead of paying the $50 bail he could lay back, count to fifty, and let Malachi tickle him in the meantime. Seeing how painfully ticklish he is, it wasn't long before Corey's intoxicating laughter filled the room as he struggled to shout out numbers. By 45 he was hyperventilating too bad to speak and Malachi had to finish the count for him, moving the punishment to the ultra-sensitive soles of his feet.
As the game continued Corey was flogged, pinched, pricked, had ropes put to rub against every sensitive part of his body, and was contorted into every possible position. Malachi's inventive mind for torment was topped only by his stamina for their delivery. Corey knew he was really in for it when he rolled a six and found his piece landing on Boardwalk, right next to a cherry red hotel.
Malachi removed all the bindings except the rope holding his wrists in place. Corey sighed as the butt plug was switched off and his ass was left empty for the first time in hours. He was made to kneel on the couch, his upper body hanging over the back. When Malachi came around to that side he was naked and Corey lunged for his throbbing cock, his mouth still hungry despite the prison scene earlier. He was allowed a few minutes with his favorite toy as Malachi added thin ropes to his nipple rings and tied them off under the couch so his tits were firmly stretched and it prevented him from straightening up.
Malachi moved behind him and he heard the familiar snap of latex and felt a rocking on the cushion as his lover climbed behind him. The condom was pre-lubricated but that was all the comfort Corey'd be afforded and for the first time he was thankful for his prolonged exposure to the vibrating plug as it had numbed him enough that he didn't instinctively clamp down. Knowing Corey liked it hard and fast, Malachi made it teasingly slow. He pushed in and out so softly it was hard to tell he was even moving. He rubbed the tip at Corey's pucker, tempting him to thrust back, loving the squeal when the boy got a shot of pain from his distended nipples. The storm raged on around them and Corey got lost in the sounds of rain and sex and Malachi's whisper-like breathing.
A second condom was retrieved and rolled up Corey's painfully hard cock. He'd been teased into a frenzy all night and needed to be desensitized as Malachi started stroking him. They built up speed, Corey thrusting back in spite of (or was it because of?) the pain it caused. Malachi clawed at his back and thighs with his free hand, adding to the crisscrosses of scratch marks that Corey hadn't been without since his lover's return. They both started sweating despite the chill in the air and Corey breathed deep, wanting Malachi imbedded in as many of his senses as possible. Corey came first, being attacked by a full bodied spasm of pleasurable pain that he knew was unnatural. The little work of magick had the desired effect as Corey clamped down on Malachi and pulled him into his own orgasm only seconds later.
The bindings were undone and they both collapsed on the sofa, holding each other with trembling arms. The condoms were disposed of and Corey was glad he wouldn't have to spend the next day scrubbing dried spunk out of the cushions again. He stretched up and gently kissed Malachi's scar, an action he did almost everyday so the man would have no doubt that Corey thought him as beautiful as ever. The lights flickered on and the vintage jazz album Corey'd gotten stoned to before dinner started playing again on the turn table. Heat kissed their skin from the overhead vent and the lovers settled peacefully into the couch, too exhausted to climb to the bedroom.
"I love you," Corey said, wrapping his arms tightly around Malachi's torso.
"I love you too," came the whispered response, Malachi's lips searching for the boy's scalp through his hair.
They held each other as the rain slowed and stopped, as the record played to it's end and filled the room with white noise. Corey loosened his embrace and leaned up so he could see Malachi, his own eyes dancing with excitement. "Tomorrow night, can we play Risk?" he asked, already envisioning the prospects of being a prisoner of war.