The Setup:
Matt and Jason's connection was a five-year flame, sparked on Recon and fueled by annual meetups where they traded the roles of Master and submissive, each year a deeper dive into their shared perversion. Matt, broad and commanding, lived in a Nashville suburb, his basement a a perfect place to act out their fantasies. Jason, was tied to a demanding job in Southern TN, but this year, he finally scored a weekend off. The Nashville air was thick with summer heat as Jason pulled into Matts driveway, his tight white briefs clinging under jeans, pubes shaved smooth per their ritual. Their chats had birthed a cruel game "The Dice Game", now ready to unleash their filthiest urges in Matts basement. Their dynamic began in 2017, a Nashville hookup where Matt bound Jason in cuffs and fed Matt's piss, then swapped roles the next year, Jason spanking Matts ass red. Each annual meetup pushed their kinks: piss, rimming, sucking, anal play, humiliation, all within their limits: no scat, blood, needles, hard pain, or weird shit like diapers. Over the years, they fantasized about a game to randomize their depravity. Something to keep it nasty, unpredictable, Jason typed in a late-night chat, his cock hard. Matt, stroking in his whitey tighties, replied, Dice. They pick who breaks who, with tasks we both crave. For months, they crafted the rules, their screens glowing with shared filth. The Dice Game was simple but brutal. A six sided dice decide dominance: the higher roll claims Master for the round. A random number generator holds 100 tasks tied to their kinks: piss (soaking, drinking), rimming, sucking, anal play (plugs, dildos, hooks), spanking, humiliation (body writing, verbal degradation), using restraints, gags, hoods, nipple clamps, chastity, and light CBT, all steeped in man scent. Tasks range from quick (10-minute face-fucking) to grueling (30-minute piss play). Consent is sacred, safe words (red for stop, yellow for pause) are set, check-ins via nods mandatory, aftercare (shower, blanket, touch) non-negotiable. Matts basement, their dungeon, is rigged for perversion: a pole for restraint, a rim seat for ass worship, a urinal for piss play, bags packed with gear: yellow harnesses, cuffs, plugs, clamps, crops, piss-soaked briefs. A mirror reflects their shame, a camera captures it for private thrills. Jason arrives and heads into Matt's basement, the air heavy anticipation and nervous excitement
Let The Games Begin
The basement was their nasty dungeon, a dark, humid pit where Jared and Jason, friends and kinskters, unleashed their filthiest urges. The air heavy with the promise of depravity. The dice sat on the scarred table, their cruel judges, ready to decide who’d be the bitch and who’d wield the whip. Consent was their sacred vow—safewords locked in, trust absolute. The game was about to get fucking dirty.
Round 1: Jason’s First Descent
Matt’s smirk was pure menace, his cock stiff at the thought of breaking Jason. “Ready to be my fag, Jason?” he growled, snatching a die. Jason, lean and cocky, shot back, “We’ll see who’s crying, fucker.” They rolled, the dice clattering. Matt’s hit a 4, Jason’s a 2. Jason cursed, his ass now Matt’s to ruin. Matt tapped his phone, the random number generator flashing 5: Piss Recycler.
Jason’s gut churned, his dick hardening at the filthy shame. Matt dragged him to the corner, strapping the yellow harness tight, Yellow cuffs locked his wrists behind his back, forcing his chest out like a cheap whore’s. A spreader bar splayed his legs, his plugged ass clenching around the thick toy. Matt shoved a funnel gag into Jason’s mouth, taping it for a brutal seal. “Drink your piss, pig,” Matt sneered, pouring Jason’s warm, acrid urine from a bottle. The bitter, salty flood choked Jason’s throat, his cock leaking as the plug ground deeper. Matt swapped bottles after Jason pissed again, mocking, “Good little piss-slut.”
They rolled again. Matt’s 3 lost to Jason’s 6, flipping the game. The generator hit 15: Corporal Punishment. Jason’s eyes gleamed. “Strip and get to the door, bitch,” he barked. Matt shed his clothes, letting Jason cuff him to the doorframe, blindfolded. Jason picked four toys—leather paddle, flogger, cane, crop—each promising pain. The paddle cracked Matt’s ass, his voice steady: “One, thank you, sir, may I have another?” By the tenth, his ass glowed red, voice cracking. The flogger stung his back, the cane’s bites drawing hisses. A missed count earned five extra cane strikes, Matt’s cock rock-hard.
Jason unbound him, their eyes locking in raw respect. “One more roll,” Matt panted. “Let’s see if you’re still cocky.” Matt’s 5 beat Jason’s 3. The generator flashed 9: Fag Written on Forehead. Matt grabbed a thick marker, its bold tip ready to brand. “Hold still, you filthy fuck,” he growled, scrawling *faggot* across Jason’s forehead in stark black ink. The humiliating mark burned, a badge of shame. Matt snapped a photo, smirking, “This brands you as my fag, pig.” The generator spun again: 54: Photo Shoot. Matt collared Jason, clamped his nipples until they throbbed, and stuffed him into tight white briefs hugging his leaking cock. He posed Jason like a degraded porn star—knees spread, back arched, clamps glinting, the faggot on his forehead screaming his role. The camera clicked 15 times, capturing Jason’s flushed, humiliated face. Saved for future humiliation & Degradation.
Round 2: Jason’s Filthy Surrender
The dice called again. Matt’s 5 topped Jason’s 4. The generator landed on 23: Piss-Soaked Fuck. Matt bound Jason’s wrists and ankles to a spreader bar, his body splayed. A blindfold plunged him into darkness, and Matt stuffed piss-soaked briefs into Jason’s mouth, taping them tight. The acrid taste choked him, his cock throbbing as Matt lubed a thick dildo. “Take it, fag,” Matt growled, ramming the toy into Jason’s ass, stretching his hole raw. Each thrust was brutal, Jason’s muffled screams echoing for 20 minutes. Matt grazed Jason’s cock, checking in with a nod, their trust solid.
The next roll flipped—Matt’s 2 lost to Jason’s 6. The generator hit 55: Humiliate the Fag. Jason forced Matt to his knees, naked, collared, and cuffed. The camera rolled as Jason spat on Matt’s face, the wet glob dripping down his chin. “Say you’re a cocksucking fag,” Jason demanded. Matt’s voice was thick: “I’m a cocksucking fag, sir.” Jason slapped his face, the sting sharp, then made Matt lick his sweaty pits and balls, the camera capturing every degrading second. Matt’s cock leaked, his shame a twisted thrill. After 15 minutes, Jason pulled him up, their foreheads touching in a raw, filthy moment.
Round 3: Jason’s Degradation Deepens
The dice rolled—Matt’s 4 beat Jason’s 2. The generator flashed 73: Eat That Ass. Matt locked Jason’s wrists and ankles under the rim seat, nipple clamps bit his chest. Matt lowered his sweaty ass onto Jason’s face, growling, “Lick, pig.” Jason’s tongue plunged into Matt’s musky hole, the degradation making his caged cock strain. When Jason’s tongue slowed, Matt tugged the clamps and swatted his thighs with a crop, the sting spurring Jason to worship harder. Ten minutes of rimming left Jason gasping, Matt’s moans filling the room. Jason’s nod confirmed consent.
Round 4: Matt’s Raw Submission
The dice spun—Matt’s 3 lost to Jason’s 6. The generator landed on 19: Medium Plug. Jason ordered Matt onto all fours, lubing a thick plug and sliding it into Matt’s tight ass, the stretch drawing a groan. “Thirty minutes, bitch,” Jason said, spanking Matt’s ass to drive the plug deeper. Matt’s cock dripped, the humiliation of Jason’s gaze fueling his arousal. Jason’s hand on Matt’s back kept him grounded.
Round 5: Jason’s Filthy Breaking
The dice rolled—Matt’s 4 topped Jason’s 3. The generator hit 57: Spit Roast. Matt suctioned a dildo to the wall, ordering Jason to back onto it. The thick toy stretched Jason’s hole, as he moaned. Matt unzipped, shoving his cock into Jason’s mouth, fucking his face while the dildo pounded his ass. “Switch,” Matt barked at ten minutes, flipping Jason to suck the dildo while Matt railed his hole. Jason’s muffled cries were pure filth, his body trembling. Matt checked in, Jason’s nod sealing their trust.
Final Round: Matt’s Vicious Dominion
The final roll sealed the night—Matt’s 6 crushed Jason’s 3. “My rules now,” Matt snarled, the faggot brand on Jason’s forehead a taunting brand. He wove a brutal sequence, turning Jason into a whimpering, piss-soaked mess.
Task 1: Wedgie
Matt stuffed Jason into tight white briefs, yanking the waistband until it ripped, exposing his ass. Jason’s cock leaked, Matt snapping photos, laughing, “Pathetic slut.”
Task 13: Gag the Fag
Matt cuffed Jason’s wrists above his head, shoving a thick dildo gag into his mouth. “Suck it, pig,” he growled, pushing it deep, Jason’s throat gagging as drool spilled. Matt swapped the dildo for his fingers, forcing Jason to choke for 15 minutes, the camera capturing every degrading second. Jason’s nod kept them grounded.
Task 10: Piss Pig Duty
Matt strapped Jason into a yellow harness, yellow restraints, and nipple clamps, plugging his ass and fitting a nose hook and O-ring gag. “On all fours, pig,” Matt ordered, writing *Pig* on Jason’s back. Jason licked piss off a mat, sucking and sniffing soaked briefs, then Matt pissed into his open mouth, the warm stream dripping down his chin. For 30 minutes, Matt humiliated him, filming the depravity, Jason’s cock throbbing.
Task 52: Porn Reenactment
Matt picked a brutal porn scene, binding Jason in a yellow harness, nipple clamps biting hard. He filmed Jason crawling, begging, and sucking his cock, cum dripping down his chin as he gagged. For 15 minutes, Jason was Matt’s porn slut, then forced to watch the footage while sucking Matt off again.
Task 60: Body Writing
Matt stripped Jason, scrawling *cocksucker*, *whore*, *urinal*, *I suck cock* across his chest, thighs, and ass. Jason knelt, posed like a filthy toy for photos, his cock throbbing at the degradation. Matt’s camera clicked, capturing every humiliating angle.
Task 25: CBT/TT Scene
Matt bound Jason spread-eagle on his back, naked, blindfolded and gagged with a ball gag. Used briefs covered his face, the musky scent overwhelming. For 30 minutes, Matt tortured Jason’s cock and balls, twisting, slapping, and clamping them, Jason’s muffled screams echoing as his body writhed.
Task 66: Chastity
Matt locked Jason’s cock in a chastity cage. “Forty-eight hours, bitch,” he sneered, the cage ensuring Jason’s cock was useless. Jason squirmed, his hole clenching, the degradation making him drip.
Task 69: Cold Shower
Matt dragged Jason to the bathroom, the cage rattling. Icy water blasted Jason’s marked body, his clamped nipples screaming. Matt smirked, drying him roughly, whispering, “You’re my perfect slut.”
Task 72: Toilet Scene
Matt restrained Jason by the toilet, nose hook and O-ring gag stretching his face. He pissed over Jason’s head, the warm stream soaking his hair. “Drink, pig,” Matt ordered, cropping Jason’s ass and balls as he lapped at the toilet bowl, swallowing the acrid mix. Jason’s moans were desperate, his submission total.
Task 74: Face Fuck
Matt collared Jason, forcing him to his knees. He fucked Jason’s mouth, his cock slamming deep, drool and pre-cum mixing. Jason gagged, his throat raw, but his eyes begged for more. Matt checked in, Jason’s nod fueling the brutal pace.
Task 75: Submit to Three Rolls
Matt rolled three tasks: 18 (Dildo Blowjob), 22 (Anal Hook), 49 (Wrestle). For 18, Jason sucked a wall-mounted dildo for 10 minutes, Matt filming as drool dripped. For 22, Matt hooked an anal hook to Jason’s collar, ball-gagged and nose-hooked, forcing him to crawl, the hook tugging his hole. For 49, they wrestled in singlets, Matt pinning Jason, who lost the next three tasks, his submission sealed.
Task 80: Hogtied with Cup Muzzle
Matt hogtied Jason, wrists and ankles bound tight, a cup muzzle stuffed with piss-soaked briefs strapped over his face. For 25 minutes, Jason inhaled the rancid scent, Matt adding *slut* across his chest, filming the writhing mess. Jason’s muffled moans were pure surrender.
Task 82: Online Humiliation
Matt posted Jason’s humiliating faceless photos on X and fagsexposed, directing Jason to pose for more shots sent to eager viewers. Jason’s cock strained in its cage, the public degradation hitting every filthy nerve.
Past midnight, Matt unbound Jason, pulling him into a sweaty, cum-slick embrace. Jason’s body was a canvas of ink, welts, and cum, the degrading words covering his body, & cock still locked. “You’re my fucking perfect pig,” Matt growled, kissing him hard, tongues tangling in filthy devotion. Jason, wrecked but elated, grinned, “You fucking broke me.” The dice lay still, their nasty work done, their trust making every degrading moment a monument to their bond.
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