Dick Games

Two beautiful slaves fight for cock on the Upper Floor. Mia Li brings Carter Cruise into the ring, both of them hungry, both of them exposed. Mr. Bailey sets the rules with a snap of his fingers, and the Steward watches every move to keep the house laws tight. They start on their knees. Hands bound behind their backs, mouths open, eyes locked. Whoever makes him come first wins the prize: a hard, deep fucking that leaves her shaking. The loser stays bound, used, punished, and becomes the winner’s property until sunrise. Carter’s new, but she knows the game. She sucks like she was born for it, throat working, spit running down her chin. Mia Li fights back with skill, grinding her tongue, taking him deeper, faster. The crowd leans in. Phones up. Whispers traded. Mr. Bailey times the strokes, pushes them harder, slaps skin, tugs hair. When one girl edges too close, he pulls back, makes her start over. Tension builds like a fuse. The winner is declared with a grunt and a mouthful. The prize is claimed in full view—ass up, face down, fucked raw while the loser watches, aching, dripping, already owned. By midnight the Alpha Slave runs the show. Her bitch obeys every command, every degrading order, every twisted little game left on the table until the sun comes up.