Testosterone-X Ch. 17

Wren's nipples were very nearly healed and he could finally rejoin Master's side. They celebrated by removing the temporary bars and replacing them with a set of golden rings. He still felt nervous to tug too hard on them, but he fit in perfectly among the other pups and their golden jewelry.

Master told them he was inviting some guests over and two pups would be coming downstairs to entertain. All of them washed up just in case, but they knew that Wren was a guaranteed pick.

Master came by later in the evening with short leather leashes in his hands. Wren was attached to one, Beau lead by the other. They walked downstairs, then through a short hallway past the kitchen and dining room, until they arrived at a heavy wood door. It swung open to reveal what Master had called his "Game Room."

"I expect you pups to be on your best behavior tonight. Obey every command given to you. Am I understood?" Master sat them down in a corner, giving each a scratch behind the ears.

"Yes, Sir," Wren replied happily. He had yet to meet Master's friends, though the others had a few interesting experiences to share. It seemed poker night tended to get rowdy.

Beau took to combing his fingers through his hair while they waited. Master began to set up the room for company, and Wren was able to take in one of the few rooms he hadn't seen yet.

The game room was smaller than most others in the house and lit with colorful lighting. In one corner was a booth, table, and chairs. Everything was made of the same deep brown wood, with cushions of red velvet and gold accents. One wall had been lined with glass shelves lit by soft golden light, displaying an impressive variety of alcohol that outclassed even the high-end bars he'd visited in the city. There was a tall wooden bar with stools in front of the selection of liquor.

He hadn't had alcohol since well before all this. Perhaps Master might share a sip of his drink if Wren was a good boy.

Wren was more excited for the company than the alcohol, though. He had yet to meet Master's friends, but of course the others had plenty of stories from "Game Nights." It seemed Master's friends had a similar proclivity to him, and he was in for a very messy night if the stories were accurate.

"How many people usually come to Game Night?" Wren asked Beau once he had taken in his fill of the room.

"Oh, not many. I think one time he had fifteen for a poker tournament, but normally there's just a few people. They'll drink, smoke some cigars, and we can warm their cocks while they gamble. It's fun," Beau replied.

Master turned on a radio in the corner. Upbeat jazz began to fill the room, adding to the pleasant atmosphere. He set out a few glasses, then left the room.

"He'll be going to let them in now." The other pup tossed his hair over his shoulder and arched his back. He looked so graceful as he kneeled to wait.

Wren perked his ears up when he heard footsteps approaching again. The door swung open and Master entered, followed by three other men, all of whom were dressed casual, short-sleeved button-ups and dark jeans. One was talking loudly, his hands waving as he said something about a car cutting him off. The others laughed and rolled their eyes.

"Ooh, this your new plaything, Mercer?" A tall man with close-cropped hair squatted down in front of the cushions. He grabbed Wren's leash and pulled him forward by the collar to inspect him.

"You've been in the man's house for five minutes, Roger, and you're already looking to fuck his toys," another man scolded him half-heartedly.

"Can you blame me? It's not every day that you get to use a hole this well-trained."

"You could always get one yourself," Master said smoothly from the bar, pouring drinks for them all. He took a sip of his own before continuing. "Wren there wasn't too expensive, and he came obedience trained. I hardly had to put in any work, and for only sixty-thousand."

"Hah, maybe he'll be able to afford that if he wins."

"Oh just you wait, I'll clean you out tonight, Benny," Roger retorted. He gave Wren one last appraising glance before standing and taking his drink to sit at the table. "Now come on, let's get this started. It's been ages since we sat down and played last."

Benny and the other friend joined him. They shared knowing grins that implied Roger's chances were low. Someone produced a wooden box, which Master opened to reveal four thick, brown cigars. He snipped the end off one and lit it with a metal lighter. The circle of open tobacco flared red, then gray as Master pulled back and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.

"Dean, if you wouldn't mind being the dealer this time around," Master gestured to one of the packs he had placed on the table before their arrival. The yet-unnamed man, who Wren now knew as Dean, smiled and agreed, downing the rest of his drink.

Dean peeled off the plastic wrap and dropped the deck out of its cardboard case. His hands moved quickly to shuffle the deck, parting then combining them over and over until it was well and truly randomized. He handed it over to Roger, who cut the deck, then handed it back to him.

Wren found himself getting lost in the game's set-up. He was unfamiliar with the rules of poker. Now that company had arrived, Beau was silent beside him. He couldn't count on the other to give him an explanation.

The men sorted their chips, then began to play.

Game Night was not a very exciting affair for the first hour. Rounds and rounds of bets placed, then one inevitably folding, and the rest falling in succession. But as they refilled their drinks, the men grew looser.

When it was Roger's turn to deal, he handed out the cards, then called Wren over.

"You, new one. Come give me your mouth," he ordered. Wren was told to follow orders, so he crawled over, leash dragging on the floor.

"Yes, sir," he said, wagging. Roger had unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to let his cock fall out out. Nestled in a bush of black hair, it stood hard and begging for attention. As Wren settled between his legs, the man's cock twitched.

"Maybe I oughta get one of you," Roger commented as his hand gripped Wren's hair to pull him close. He forced the pup's nose up against the base of his dick. Wren breathed in deep, the scent of musk and sweat filling his lungs. "Does he suck cock?"

"Very well," Master answered for him. Wren nodded in agreement. His ass wagged back and forth at the praise from his Master.

Roger rubbed his face in his sac for a little longer before pushing himself into Wren's mouth. Wren obediently wrapped his lips around the shaft and began to suck. The man groaned in response.

"Oh yeah, that's good. You stay right there and suck, sweetheart." Roger left him to work the length of his cock.

The game resumed above Wren, but he payed it no mind. He had a task to focus on. He bobbed his head to take in more of Roger's dick. It was a nice mouthful, the head just bumping his throat when he got to the base. His throat spasmed, but Roger just pushed him down further in response, a groan of "good boy" coming from overhead. Pre-cum began to drip into his mouth.

Wren could taste nothing but cock and sweat, sucking diligently like he had been trained. Spit dribbled down his chin, slicking the way for his mouth. It was exhilarating being used like this again. Wren's cunt quivered with want. He wanted to touch himself so bad, but he hadn't been given permission.

Someone poured another round of drinks and Roger was starting to get sloppy. Between dealing cards, he grabbed Wren by the ears to fuck up into the sloppy cavern of his mouth.

"You gonna bust already?" Benny teased him.

"Ah, you know how much of a lightweight he is," Dean said. Master laughed in agreement.

"I'd like to see you focus on a game with this slut between your legs," Roger grunted his response through gritted teeth. His hips were pushing up hard now, knocking Wren's head up against the table every couple thrusts. He was close.

The game stopped long enough for Roger to slam his hips to Wren's face, forcing his cock as deep as it might go. His balls pulsed with each spurt of cum down Wren's throat. He didn't let up until Wren was nearly out of air. When he was finally released, Wren coughed wetly and tried to swallow Roger's load.

"Aw, poor thing," Dean laughed. "Come have a sip of my drink, puppy."

Dazed and out of breath, Wren crawled under the table to where Dean sat. The man's hard-on was tenting his jeans. He slipped his glass under the table, letting Wren sip from it to wash down the cum. Whiskey hit his tongue and burned his throat on the way down, but Wren drank gladly.

"Don't get him too drunk," Master warned. "I don't give them alcohol often."

"Oh, don't worry. It's just a little reward for his good work. He'll have plenty of time to sober up." The man unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down around his thighs, letting his fat cock hang free beneath the table. He held it up for Wren.

"You like your little treat, puppy? If you want another, you need to work for it." Dean waggled his girth enticingly, and Wren was all too happy to put it in his mouth. "Just warm it, puppy. I'll need to concentrate."

Wren nodded and buried himself in the man's pubes. He massaged the shaft with his tongue, tracing every throbbing vein.

He couldn't help thinking how good Dean would feel inside him. His pussy was dripping at the thought alone. He wriggled his hips and found, to his delight, that he could rub his lips on the table's base. The carved ridges of the foot tickled the underside of his cock, making him shudder. If Dean noticed, he didn't say anything.

Wren slid himself back and forth, leaving a slick trail on the foot of the table. He moaned softly against the flesh in his mouth. His dick pulsed with need every time he moved. It was torture to just warm Dean's cock, having to tease himself until he was aching for something inside him.

"Your puppy's having some fun down there," Benny commented, his own dick in his hand. He grinned down at Wren beneath the table.

"He's behaving well enough," Dean said. "Besides, let him get nice and wet, and he can ride you once I'm done with him."

"Damn, that's a good point. Finish up quick, I want to try him out."

There was laughter from all four men and Wren was pushed back down into Dean's groin. The alcohol was making him sloppy. He slobbered on the man's cock and swallowed the pre leaking down his throat. His jaw ached from being open for so long.

"You don't be waiting long," Dean groaned. "He's got a good fucking mouth on him."

They played another round, and Benny folded, focusing instead on Wren while he sucked cock. Dean folded too, and Roger cheered as he was declared the winner. Not that Wren cared all that much about the game. Dean was starting to fuck up against his throat, making him choke.

"Fuck!" Dean pulled him off his cock and gripped the base tightly, but it did nothing to stave off the impending orgasm. Cum spurted hot and thick from the tip of his cock, splattering Wren's face. Stripes of white landed across his cheeks and lips.

"That's a nice sight," Benny said with a sigh. He was stroking himself slowly, squeezing the length as he worked up and down.

Wren laid his head, panting, against Dean's thigh as he caught his breath. He was so hard he thought he might cum on contact. It was agony, being this turned on. And to know that Benny would be using him next made his thighs quake.

"Come on over and ride me, pretty boy," Benny patted his thigh and offered himself to Wren.

Wren pulled himself up from under the table. He fell face-first into Benny's chest, but before he could pull back and apologize, Benny grabbed his ass and pushed him into his lap. The rigid length of his cock teased between his folds. He wriggled eagerly. Benny wasted no time pushing into his pussy. He squeezed Wren's ass cheeks in a tight grip, spreading them to show off the way his cock slid inside.

"Damn, that's a tight cunt," Benny hissed. Wren whimpered and clenched like a vice around the girth of it.

Finally above the table, Wren could see Beau had joined in, sucking off Master while he shuffled the cards. Roger was pressed up against Beau's ass and rutting between his cheeks. Despite his distractions, Master watched Wren with a interested expression.

"You like how Benny stretches you? Yeah, look how good your pussy takes it," Dean growled beside him.

Wren, dizzy on arousal and alcohol, could only moan in response. Dean and Benny's hands were all over him, squeezing the fat of his thighs, feeling the weight of his chest, and playing with his piercings. He quivered under the attention.

Benny lifted him up by the ass and then pulled him back down, spearing him open over and over until he was gasping. He bounced on Benny's cock like he needed it to live. His cunt made lewd, slick sounds with every movement, and he could feel the head dragging against his most sensitive places.

He felt whorish in the best way, riding Benny hard and fast. Instinct burned inside him, telling him to do everything he could to please this man. He needed to be a good puppy for Master's friends.

Mid-stroke, Benny lifted him up and laid him on his back against the table. Wren spread his legs to give the man some room. The new angle pushed him deeper, making both of them cry out.

"That's fucking hot, Ben," Dean moaned. He watched Wren's pounding with dark, hungry eyes.

"Hey, the table!" Roger was only momentarily distracted from his rutting.

"You lost the game anyway, Roger." Dean's words made him grumble, and he went back to chasing his own pleasure.

Wren couldn't stop moaning. Each noise came as a wordless, punched-out gasp. He soon came on Benny's cock. His little dick throbbed and he squeezed tight around the girth. Benny held his thighs apart and kept going, even when he started to mewl from sensitivity. He could only lay there and take it.

"You really know how to pick them, Mercer," Benny moaned above him.

He didn't last much longer in the suction-like grip of Wren's cunt. His hips rolled forward in tight circles, grinding in deep. Moments later, cum began to spill inside Wren. The puppy moaned as another orgasm washed over him. His eyes rolled back, eager to take every drop of Benny's load.

"Good.. Fucking.. Boy..." Benny was panting and out of breath by the time he came to a stop. He pulled out, and his mess came with him, dripping out of Wren's cunt and onto the floor.

The game was over after Master came in Beau's mouth. Wren's body had made a proper mess of the table, and Benny found it hilarious to peel a few cards off of his sweaty back. They finished off their drinks and then began to pack it up. Master let Wren and Beau walk back to the room alone, leaving him to finish up with his friends. It was hard to walk straight, but Beau kept him upright long enough to get to the bathroom and clean up the cum dripping out of his pussy.

Wren could only hope to be chosen for the next Game Night.