Full Service Game – Rald Schwarz

In the bustling city of New London, nestled discretely in a quiet alleyway, stood “The Tickle Tits Parlor,” a notorious establishment known for its unique brand of entertainment. On the second floor, hidden behind a velvet curtain, was the personal gaming room of Rald Schwarz, the parlor’s enigmatic owner. Rald, a towering figure with bulging muscles and a perpetually smoldering gaze, was a legend in the city’s underground. His Full Service Game was the stuff of both urban myths and dark fantasies.

One fateful evening, a young man named Tom, who had heard whispers of Rald and his game, found himself standing nervously at the foot of the grand staircase leading to the gaming room. The bouncer, a hulking brute named Yank, regarded him with a sneer. “You sure you’re up for it, pretty boy? Rald ain’t no ordinary game master.”

Tom gulped, his resolve faltering. “I… I want to try.”

With a derisive snort, Yank stepped aside, allowing Tom access to the stairs. As he climbed, the sound of Tom’s heart pounded more loudly than his footfall. Reaching the door, he announced himself with a trembling fist on the wood. “Come in,” a deep, resonant voice beckoned.

Rald sat behind an enormous oak table, a deck of cards neatly arranged before his imposing form. He looked up, his eyes meeting Tom’s. “So, the little mouse has found the cat. The Full Service Game is not meant for the faint of heart. Are you prepared to pay the price?”

Tom stood his ground, even as Rald’s gaze threatened to unravel him. “I… I’m willing to take that risk.”

Rald smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Let the game begin.” He spoke, as he flicked the cards in Tom’s direction. “Choose your first challenge.”

Tom’s hand hovered over the cards, each one an invitation to some unknown torment. He selected one at random, his eyes never leaving Rald’s intense stare. “I choose… spank me.”

A slow clap emanated from Rald, his voice dripping with mockery. “Brave words from one so meek. Turn around, then.” As Tom complied, he felt the first smack of Rald’s powerful hand against the seat of his pants. Tom gasped, his mind reeling from the sudden mix of pleasure and pain. As Rald continued his relentless assault, Tom found himself moaning with a mix of humiliation and desire.

And so it went, challenge after challenge, each one pushing Tom’s limits further than the last. Rald was merciless, his voice a constant taunt as he divested Tom of his clothing, piece by piece. Blindfolds, bondage, he used every trick in his arsenal to bring the young man to the brink of insanity.

But Tom endured, his resolve growing with each passing moment. He quickly learned to anticipate Rald’s next move, his body responding to the tantalizing mixture of pleasure and pain. By the end of the game, Tom was a writhing mess of need, his cock hard and aching for release.

Finally, Rald tossed the last of the cards aside, his voice a low purr. “Well done, my pet. You’ve endured the Full Service Game and emerged victorious.” He rose from his chair, his bulging muscles straining against his tight shirt. “Now comes the best part.”

Rald advanced on Tom, his intentions clear. He grabbed the young man by the hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. His mouth descended, biting and sucking at the tender flesh as his hands roamed Tom’s body with abandon.

Tom cried out, his hips bucking as Rald’s fingers found his aching cock. He was lost in a sea of sensation, drowning in the feel of Rald’s powerful body pressed against his own. As Rald thrust his fingers deep inside Tom, he felt his world shatter into a million pieces.

In the aftermath, Rald held Tom close, his breath hot against the young man’s ear. “You’re mine now,” he growled. “Mine to play with, mine to possess.”

Tom whimpered, his body aching and spent. “Yes,” he breathed. “Yours.”

And so Tom became Rald’s plaything, his willing victim in a never-ending game. He was forever changed by the experience, his body and mind molded to serve Rald’s every whim.

As the night wore on, the velvet curtain swung gently in the breeze, the muffled echoes of Rald’s laughter and Tom’s cries the only sound in the quiet alleyway. In the world above, life went on as normal, but here, in this secret place, a new breed of reality had been born. The Full Service Game had taken another willing soul, and Tom would never be the same again.