| Monopoly by Oshun Anat Joey griped. It was a Friday night and they were stuck at Lance's place because the others wanted to take a break from the constant touring. He thought about going out alone, but then quickly decided against it, he hated going out only with the body guards. Nice guys and all, but it just wasn't the same. Now that he saw they were setting up a game of Monopoly, he was beginning to reconsider. "Monopoly? The best you guys could come up with was a game of Monopoly?" Justin smirked. "You've never played monopoly like this, bro." Joey rolled his eyes. "Please. You play it once, you've played it a million times, it doesn't change." Lance chirped in from the kitchen, where he was gathering the first round of beer. "It does if it's strip monopoly." He walked in with the bottles in hand, and passed them out. Joey took one and immediately popped the top and took a deep sip. "Strip monopoly, eh? Just what are the rules?" JC started off the litany by saying "If you owe money but are short, you lose one piece of clothing in payment. Mortages are only to buy houses and shit." Justin added, "Payment for rent on properties with houses is done with cash and a piece of clothing depending on the value of the place." Lance nodded. "Hotels are payed in two pieces of clothing in addition to the cash. If you are lack either the cash or the clothes, you are considered bankrupt, and you forfeit the rest of your outfit." Justin grinned. "And the best part—the winner gets to use the loser for the rest of the night." Joey pondered Justin's statement. "Use the loser, eh? Well, I'm sure I can come up with a few things to get paybacks for that little stunt of yours last week, Chris." Chris just smirked at him. "Just try it buddy. I take it means your in?" Joey nodded. "Why the fuck not. It's not like I've got anything better to do tonight." Lance flopped down on the couch, right between Justin and JC without so much of a 'bye your leave'. He reached over to the game box and grabbed the car. "Vroom vroom. This baby's mine and I'm going to drive her to victory!" Justin picked up a loose pillow off the floor and smacked Lance's face. "Geek! I'm the dog." He grinned. "I dib the bank man." His eyes darted from guy to guy. "Cos like, I don’t trust you with the money any more then I trust Joey to get off his ass and clean his place up." To prove his point, he grabbed the tray of money and moved to leave the room to guard the precious cargo. Lance rolled his eyes and yanked Justin back down onto the couch. "It isn't real money, you don't have to be that neurotic." "Looks who's talking!" JC rolled his eyes and grabbed the horse. "I'm all geared up to charge into battle!!" Not missing a beat, Chris grabbed the cannon. "I'm all fired up for this game!" Joey gave him his best "You guys are fucking psycho's" look before grabbing the ship and saying in his best false serious voice. "I'm so going to steam roll ya!" "Ha ha! That was pathetic bro!" Justin snickered as he passed out the cash. "Let's get this game on the move!" * * * An hour later, things weren't looking so hot for poor JC. Lance had houses on the orange monopoly and hotels up on the yellow. The other guys were feeling it too, but not nearly so much as JC who didn't have any monopoly's of his own, not to mention he kept landing on Lance's stuff. So far, Lance had both of his shoes, socks, and his shirt. Justin had only lost his shoes, Chris his shoes and one sock, and Joey was barefoot. Lance, meanwhile, was kicking some serious ass and had managed to keep all of his clothes on, and was smirking as he landed on Pennsylvania Avenue to complete that monopoly. "Dude, give me the property and a Hotel for New York." JC groaned. "Come on man, can't you cut us some slack?" Lance laughed. "Never man. I'm too looking forward to you being my bitch for the rest of the night." Joey picked up the dice with a flourish rolled snake-eyes to land by the newly built hotel on New York. "Oh fuck." Justin laughed almost gleefully. "Pay up bro. That's what, like $1000 and your shirt and pants." Joey grumbled. "I can't fucking believe this!" He scrounged up his cash and managed to have five bucks left as he paid off Lance, and then whistles and cat calls of the other guys took off his shirts and pants, leaving him in his boxers. Lance leered. "Very nice. One more time and all your base are belong to me" "Well see about that bro. Don't forget about JC. I'm sure he'll his underwear before I do." Lance just smirked. "I win either way." He closed his eyes for a second and licked his lips. He opened his eyes again, leering at the two almost naked guys. "You two are going to look so hot tied up in nylon rope." Justin leaned over to Chris. "Hey man, think we can stop Lance? He's just begging for a spanking man. Guy's so arrogant." "What do you want to do? He's the only one with any monopolies." Chris looked thoughtful. "Give me $300 bucks and I'll give you Illinois and St. Charles, and you can start building up houses of your own. He lands on those groups a lot so far tonight." Justin nodded. "Deal." "Hey, what are you two doing? It's Justin's turn!" "Chill out JC. Chris and I were just trading." He picked up the dice and tossed a seven landing on "Free Parking" and earning him a sweet $1500, the first time anyone had landed on the coveted spot all evening. "Sweet!" He took the money and promptly spent half of it buying the first house for each of the six properties. Triumphantly putting the last plastic house on Illinois he smiled at Lance. "Your time is coming, buddy." Lance wasn't impressed. "I'm so scared!" Chris' grin was feral. "You will be." Lance still didn't look phased as he tossed the dice and landed on chance. "Proceed to Kentucky Avenue. Damn!" "That'll be $220 bux and your right shoe, if you please." He handed over the cash and the shoe. "I'm still winning." Justin just nodded, spending some of the money on two new houses for St. Charles and Virginia Avenue. "Time will tell...time will tell." * * * And indeed time did. Soon all the guys were topless, although all except Joey still had their pants on. Both Justin and Lance had built up their monopolies to full hotels. Whoever landed on the next built up property was toast. The room had fallen silent, none of them wanting to lose, but all of them wanting to win. Chris went. He rolled a three and landed on Reading Railroad. Joey went. He rolled a seven; landing on luxury tax. JC was in jail, and rolled the dice to try and get out, but rolled a non-doubles 8. Justin rolled and landed on Electric Company. $90 to Joey. Lance went. He took a deep breath, and rolled a six. And landed right on Saint Charles. "Fuck." He had the money, but not the clothes...he was sunk. Justin pumped his hands in the air, jumping up. "Oh yeah! Give 'em up loser! Your ass is mine!" He started dancing to some music only he could hear. "Gimme the pants, baby. Wait. Go stand in front of us all. Show us your ass as you do it, slut! Chris, set the mood, if you please" Justin gave Chris a knowing grin and while Lance had figured he had been set up, this confirmed it. Chris smirked and put on Delirium's "Lamentations" and lit some conveniently placed candles around the room, giving the entire place a warm glow before turning out the lights. Justin nodded. "Thanks guys...now the rest of you go. You can watch it later." He pointed to a camera that Lance had set up in the room before they had started. This is just between me and him." "But Justin—" Chris protested. "Go." Justin wanted this to be between him and Lance only. They all muttered but did as bidden, grabbing their clothes before they headed out to their cars. Once Justin was sure they were gone, he nodded. "Remove your pants. Show off your body for me, slut." Lance gave a slow nod, and began dancing to the music, swaying with the slow beat, making up his own variations on what they had been taught by the choreographer. His arms glided in front of his body, winding through the air like a cobra getting ready to attack. Each movement deliberately made and fit perfectly; making Lance's body seem taller and even more slender if possible. Lance slowly turned around and undid the belt holding them up and as he danced to the music, let his pants slowly fall, giving Justin a good look of his black silk boxer clad ass as he stepped out of them, tossing them aside. "Yesssss. Your boxers. Remove them." Jusin's voice was husky, and his pants had begun to tent. Lance smiled coyly. "Yes, Master." "Oh Fuck!" Justin loved the way he said that; the way that Lance removed his boxers to reveal the hardening cock just beginning to drip pre-cum, just begging to be sucked, touched, nibbled, any of a million things he knew that Lance liked. But as his cock reminded him as it throbbed in it's confines, it wanted attention too. He stalked over to the still dancing Lance and grabbed onto his arms and gave him a deep kiss, tongues vying for dominance as each explored the others mouth, savoring the taste as if it was for the very last time. Reluctantly tearing himself away from Lance's talented mouth he looked down at his equally flushed partner. "Remove my pants and boxers. No hands." Lance regained some of his composure. "Of course, Master." Lance got down on his knees and kissed Justin's exposed stomach, placing light butterfly kisses all over the exposed skin, tongue dipping into the navel, playing with the ring he found there, taking his sweet time, playing with the small stud there, before backing off and blowing cool air across the dampened skin. "Shiiiiit. Fuck, Lance, get my pants off now!" He didn't know how much more he could stand and didn't want to embarrass himself by cumming in his pants. Lance smirked, and then complied. His tongue fumbled with the button at the top, not that either minded much as Lance teased Justin even more. A small eternity passed before the button was undone. Kissing the newly exposed skin, Lance went back to his task and ever so slowly lowered the zipper down further and further exposing the simple white boxers with a huge bulge in it as the pants began to fall down. He licked the white fabric, sending shivers down Justin's spine. "Fuck it!" Just pulled off the pants himself and tossed the boxers off just as quickly. "Suck my dick, Lance. Get it good and get. Make me come, slut." Grabbing Lance's hair in hand, Justin pulled his older band mate to him, feeding him his cock fast enough to satisfy his lust, but not so fast as to choke his partner. Lance sucked the length of the cock in his mouth, and put his hands up to rub Justin's balls as he pulled back to concentrate on the head of his lover's cock, his tongue playing with the foreskin that covered the leaking dick. "Oh fuck man. You whore. Deep throat me, bitch!" As is ordered, so it happens. Lance swallowed the entire cock down in one gulp. "FUCK! I'm cumming!" Justin held Lance's head in a tight grip, making Lance swallow it all, letting loose on when the last drop had come out. Lance stood up and grabbed Justin's head and gave him another deep, probing kiss, making Justin taste himself while Lance's hands idly played with Justin's nipples. Lance broke the kiss and whispered in a lusty, deep voice, "You've had your fun and now it's my turn. Go to the drawer next to the couch and bring back the tube of KY you find there." Justin didn't hesitate, didn't care that Lance had taken control of the whole thing, he just went and got the KY and a condom he spied sitting there. "Good bitch. Oil yourself for me while I prepare myself." He took the condom and started putting it on as he watched Justin put the KY onto his fingers and stretch his hole. "Fuck. You are such a fucking slut, Justin. Teasing all those girls out there, making them all want you, all wanting to fuck you. You are a tease, aren't you?" Justin nodded. "Shit, yeah." His head was tilted back and his eyes shut as he found his own pleasure spot and began to massage it. "Too bad for them, that you are my slut. I'm the only one who gets to fuck you, right?" Justin nodded, begging and babbling for Lance to fuck him, getting up on his hands and knees offering himself up to the . Lance stood behind Justin and positioning his cock, slowly began to push inside of Justin. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" became Justin's steady litany while Lance savored the tight heat around his cock before he too lost what little control he had left and began pounding into Justin occasionally slapping the firm ass in front of him. "God. Fuck me Lance. Fuck my ass." "Yesssss." Lance grabbed onto to Justin's hips in a bruising grip as he stiffened and came with a triumphant scream, vaguely hearing Justin's cries as he came to his second orgasm of the night. Lance pulled out and the two men collapsed where they were. Giving Justin a quick kiss on the sweat slick head, Lance smiled. "That was great, man." Justin just grunted. "Yeah." "Monopoly next week?" "Hell yeah." Back Send Feedback |