What’s the most you ever lost in a card game?

Just a head's up that there's some cuckolding type stuff in this story for anyone that doesn't care for that.

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Jake grabbed his girlfriend’s ass and pulled her against his body as they made out. He moaned and rubbed his erection against her through their clothes. She broke the kiss and tried to push herself away from him gently.

"Babe," she said. "I really want to... But Claire and her new boyfriend are going to be here any minute. I don't think we have the time right now."

"I know, I know," Jake said, irritated. "It's just that it's been three months since the last time I saw you, Becca, and I want you so bad. I've been saving it up for you all week." He grabbed his hard cock through his pants to demonstrate.

"I'm sorry," said Becca. "You know I meant to be here earlier, but with my flight being delayed and everything, we just ran out of time. I promise you, the second they leave, I'll fuck your brains out."

Jake wasn't satisfied. "Just suck me? Real quick, to take the edge off." Becca looked uncertain but he was already pushing his pants and boxers down, revealing his eager cock and huge set of balls. "I'll be fast!" He insisted.

Becca got on her knees and began to suck him, though not too enthusiastically. Jake reached his hands down her shirt to cup her small breasts but was quickly frustrated both by Becca's unhurried pace and the lack of bosom for him to play with. Becca was a hot girl: beautiful, blonde, petite, and slim, but Jake wondered again how a boob man like himself had ended up with a woman with b-cups.

He moved his hands to the back of her head and began to thrust into her mouth. The sensation of his cock sliding down her throat after going so long without anything but his own hand to satisfy him was heavenly, and Jake's orgasm approached quickly.

"Oh god," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum." Just then, there was a hard knock on the door. Their guests had arrived. Becca tried to get out of his grasp to answer it, but he held her still and increased the intensity and tempo of his face-fucking, saying over her muffled protests, "I'm so close babe, just let me finish!"

When he was just tipping over the edge to finally releasing his nut into her throat, Jake's orgasm was halted by a sudden, hard impact. He looked down, dumbfounded, to see Becca's furious eyes looking up at him and her fist buried in his crotch, where she had driven it hard into his fat left nut and smashed it against his body. Pain exploded in his trapped testicle and began to spread into his abdomen. He shouted and finally let go of her head, allowing her to pull her mouth off his cock.

"Ouch, fuck!" Jake yelled, holding his tender testicle. "Why did you do that? Jesus, you could have popped it." He rolled it between his fingers carefully to ensure it wasn't damaged. Becca was rapidly fixing her top, hair, and lipstick which had all been mussed by him during the blowjob while knocking continued at the front door. She still looked pissed.

"That wasn't cool, Jake! They're waiting for us for fuck's sake." She marched out of the room to open the front door and Jake soon heard the sound of delighted female voices as Becca greeted her best friend, Claire.

Jake tenderly put his balls and unsatisfied cock back into his pants and sulkily walked into the next room to endure the night of socializing before he could get what he really wanted, to use his long-distance girlfriend as a sex doll all night.

His bad attitude swiftly changed once he laid eyes on Claire. Taller and curvier than Becca, she had long, black hair and wore a very tight, short skirt, showing off her full hips and ass and her long, toned legs. A total knockout, but what really caught Jake's eye, and kept him staring for longer than was polite, were the g-cup breasts in her low cut shirt that jiggled and bounced with every step and movement she made.

"Well it's nice to meet you, too," Claire said, giggling, looking from his transfixed eyes to the tent in his pants. Jake finally shifted his gaze to her eyes and introduced himself, shaking her hand vigorously to ensure plenty of boob-bouncing.

"This is my boyfriend, Rob," Claire said, pointedly. Rob was tall with a buzzcut and an intimidating air. If Jake had been able to pay more attention, he would have noticed the other man looking at Becca with a similar, though more subtle, appreciation. Rob gripped Jake's hand a little too hard when he shook it, smirking.

The four of them had a few drinks and spent a while talking, with old friends Becca and Claire leading the conversation by catching up with each other's lives. As Jake got a little tipsy, he was more and more unable to stop himself from openly staring at Claire's body. At one point he noticed that Rob was watching him stare, though the other man's reaction was difficult to read.

Jake considered going into the bathroom and jerking off to take his mind off sex a bit. Maybe he would behave a little better, before he got his ass kicked or something. But Claire suggested the four of them play euchre, so he was summoned to the dining room table for cards instead. They paired off men against women and played a few hands before Rob had a suggestion.

"How about me make this more interesting?" He said, his eyes on Becca. "Whoever loses this hand has to remove an article of clothing."

"Rob!" Claire scolded, giving him a playful smack on the arm but sounding delighted.

Becca began to protest but Jake cut her off quickly, saying, "Yes! I'm down. Both of us will do it." He sounded far too enthusiastic, unable to think of anything but the possibility of seeing Claire naked.

"Okay, I guess," Becca said reluctantly, looking hurt.

To Jake's dismay, the men lost the first two hands, taking off their outer top layer, a jacket and button-down respectively, and then their t-shirts. Becca covertly checked out Rob's muscular arms and chest. Jake looked a bit skinny by comparison.

Finally, the girls lost a hand, and peeled off their tops. Jake wasn't sure how Claire's lacy black bra managed to contain her breasts, and he struggled to stop his jaw from dropping. His cock was growing rock hard again under the table.

Becca felt inadequate across from her chesty friend, and Jake's slavering response didn't help. But she noticed Rob looking at her instead, not with the open desperation Jake had, but with confident interest, meeting her eyes. She smiled back and blushed.

The girls lost again, Becca wiggling out of her jeans and kicking them off, starting to feel a bit more confident as she found Rob's eyes on her once more. Claire unzipped her skirt and removed it with a flourish. Both girls were wearing thongs underneath that left little to the imagination.

The men lost the next round and stood to push their jeans down. Jake was very conscious of the fact that his erection was obvious in his boxers. He could have sworn Claire looked at the bulge and smiled a little, and he felt even more turned on. His sexual excitement was building to the point where release would be a necessity soon, and he held out absurd hope that Claire would be involved somehow.

Then, the moment Jake was waiting for finally came. The girls lost, Becca squealing with embarrassment and covering her face. "Are we really going to do this?" She asked.

"We really are!" Claire said and the girls unhooked and removed their bras. Jake couldn't repress a small but audible moan of longing as her tits tumbled out. They seemed to defy gravity and her nipples were small and pink.

Mortified and humiliated by his reaction as he continued to stare, jaw hanging open, Becca kicked Jake a little under the table to no avail. At least one man here seemed to notice that she still existed.

When the girls lost their next round, Becca stood up and met Rob's eyes as she seductively slid her panties down, enjoying the way his eyes traveled down her naked body to her freshly waxed pussy. It helped her ignore how Jake hadn't been able to look away from Claire all night, and was currently transfixed by her totally naked body.

"I think this means we won," said Rob.

"Noooo," Claire pouted. "Give us one more chance. I want to see some meat! Right, Becca?"

Becca nodded, starting to wonder what a confident guy like Rob must be equipped with. The guys conceded and promptly lost the next hand. Claire cheered as Rob shrugged and stood up. He pushed his boxers down and it was hard to say if Becca or Jake were more stunned by his impressively large cock. Even in its flaccid state it was 8" long, and thick.

Jake stood up but was suddenly self-conscious as he pushed his boxers down. His cock wasn't small or anything, but he could hardly compete. He still had quite a hard-on, but it wasn't this feature that Claire commented on.

"Wow," she marveled. "That is quite a pair of balls." Jake awkwardly thanked her for the compliment as he sat back down, though her enthusiasm for the organs seemed a little odd.

"I guess that's game over, then?" Becca said, reaching for her clothes to get dressed. "It's probably for the best, we really should be getting to bed." She looked pointedly at Jake, but he now seemed unwilling to see their guests off.

"Seems like a shame to end the night so early," he said, desperately. "I'm sure someone could think of something else to do..."

"I have an idea for one more hand," said Rob. "A way to make things really, really interesting, if you're up for it. Let's change partners, couple vs. couple. The couple that wins, the guy gets to fuck the other guy's girlfriend."

"Are you serious?" Becca demanded, incredulous at the same time that Jake was enthusiastically agreeing to the proposition. She turned to look at him, shocked and hurt. "You really want to do that?" She asked sadly.

Jake shrugged, unable to meet her eyes. "Why not? I'm sure we'll win anyways," he added quickly.

Becca was quiet a moment, then seemed to resign herself to the situation. "Say I agree," she said. "So what does the girl from the winning couple get?"

"That's the best part!" Claire said excitedly. "She gets to bust the loser guy's balls!"

Becca and Jake gaped at her. "She what?" They said simultaneously.

"You know, give the loser's nuts a nice pounding. Not until they break of course, but until she's totally satisfied. Trust me, girl, it's soooo fun!"

Becca thought about punching Jake's testicle earlier, which had been the only time she'd ever done that. It had been a little fun. Of course, after tonight she'd rather Jake be the one to get his balls bashed. This thought gave her an idea, and she quickly nodded. "Okay, I'm in. Jake?"

Jake looked down at his balls, and sighed. He certainly didn't want to subject them to any 'pounding,' but on the other hand... He looked up to see Claire's beautiful waiting face, her enormous breasts resting on the table. It was worth the chance to have her. "I'm in," he said.

They changed seats to better pair up with their partners. Jake noticed that Becca wasn't really looking at him. Of course she was angry, but he promised himself he would make this up to her after this was all over.

The cards were dealt and Jake looked at his hand in disbelief. It was perfect hand of spades. When his turn came, he would announce he was playing the round alone and would win for sure. His heart pounded. He stared at Claire, the incredibly hot girl he was about to fuck, in anticipation while she passed on calling suit.

"I'm going alone," Becca announced when it was her turn. "Hearts." Jake snapped out of his fantasies and turned to stare at her.

"You sure, honey?" She nodded confidently, but didn't meet his eyes. She looked a little angry, and very determined, and fear began to dawn on him. She promptly lost every hand as dread flooded through Jake's body.

When the hand was over, Jake stared in disbelief at his girlfriend. "Why would you do that? You lost for us on purpose! This isn't fair!" He looked around, incredulous at what had happened. The others looked at him without sympathy. He quickly changed tactics and forced a laugh. "I was- We were all just kidding, right? No one is actually going to fuck anyone or hurt anyone..."

"Don't be a welsher, Jake," Becca sneered. She went to Rob and kissed him passionately, climbing into his lap as Jake stared, horrified at everything that was about to happen. He turned to Claire, who was looking at him excitedly.

"Stand up," she ordered. Jake gulped and obeyed. He gasped as she began to explore his oversized balls with her hands, weighing and caressing them. Excited by any contact and her proximity, his cock began to stiffen. Across the table from then, Rob picked Becca up and laid her on the table. He sucked her nipples then began to eat her out. Jake tried not to watch.

"I'll tell you what," Claire said. She deposited saliva from her mouth onto his erection and began to stroke him. "Because I'm so nice, I'll give you an opportunity to cum, if you can blow before Becca does."

Jake was happy with this small victory, and tried to focus on the pleasure in his stimulated cock and the sight of Claire's jiggling tits. He was confident that he would cum first, he was so backed up and Becca usually took a while, but even as he had this thought he heard Becca's cries of pleasure become more intense, and he looked up to see her face in ecstasy, grinding her pussy against Rob's tongue.

"He's really talented. Too bad," Claire said, and let go of Jake's straining cock, moments from cumming. Jake groaned. "Don't worry, I'll give you something that will distract you from your blue balls." She wrapped her hand around the base of his scrotum, trapping his balls tight at the bottom. "Ready?" She asked.

Without waiting for an answer, she began to use her other hand to pummel his nuts, starting with light to medium blows. The cumulative pain began to build in them immediately, he groaned and struggled to hold himself up, one hand on her shoulder, the other on the table.

Meanwhile, Rob had slowly pushed his impressive cock into Becca and was now fucking her hard while she lie on the table, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts. She was in absolute ecstasy, moaning and praising his cock. Jake couldn't help but watch miserably as someone else fucked his girl's brains out, and he wondered how he could have gotten himself into this situation. That could have been me, he thought, and instead he was getting his balls smashed by some psychopath.

Claire paused her steady punching to admire her work. "They're starting to get red and swollen already," she said approvingly. "But you have a long way to go."

"I can't take much more," Jake groaned. His groin and abdomen felt like they were on fire.

"Oh, believe me, you can take a lot more. And you're going to. We're going until Rob cums, and he has a lot of stamina. By the way, every time Becca cums, I'm squeezing your balls until she's done."

As if those were the magic words, Becca's moans began to get more urgent. Claire smiled and wrapped her hands around Jake's balls. "I'll go a little easy the first time," she assured him with a wink.

Becca went over the edge, screaming in pleasure, and Claire clamped her hands down, digging her fingers deeply into the flesh of Jake's nuts. "Ohhhh fuuuuck," he groaned, collapsing forward onto Claire to try and remain standing. The torment went on for 30 second until Becca's shuddering orgasm finally winded down.

Claire released Jake's crushed balls and gave him a moment to recover. He dropped to all fours to try and combat the waves of pain rolling through his body. He was comforted that it was probably his last squeeze, Becca rarely had multiple orgasms with him and never more than two.

"Time to get back to it, Jakey," Claire said. He staggered to his feet. "Here's where the real fun starts," she said with wink, and launched a hard kick into his aching balls. "Stay standing with your hands at your sides. If you fall down or cover them before I'm done, I'm going to step on them." Jake nodded quickly.

She kicked his balls again, her bare foot smacking against his flesh. "Did you hope to be fucking me right now, Jake?" Kick. "Are you desperate to cum?" Kick. "I bet you would have blown in 30 seconds anyway." Kick. "Becca's told me all about that." Kick. "This is probably the first time she'll be satisfied in years." Kick.

Jake's knees were trembling, he was on the verge of collapse. She spun him around and pushed him over so that he was leaning on the table. She kicked his legs apart and continued to kick his balls. From behind the hits were even more brutal, his balls smashing against his body with every strike.

He was also practically looking down at Becca, still blissfully getting fucked on the table, her upside down face so rapt with pleasure she barely seemed to register seeing him.

"Becca," he whimpered. "Please stop this... Tell him to finish... If you stop fucking, Claire will stop torturing me!"

Becca ignored him and instead began to cry out in orgasmic pleasure again, her eyes rolling back. "Oh god, no," Jake groaned and felt Claire's hands squeezing on his balls again, harder this time. His screams of pain mingled with Becca's screams of pleasure.

"More," Becca moaned and Rob flipped her over to fuck her from behind, bent over the table. Claire released Jake's balls and he slowly sank to the ground, holding them. Claire gave him a moment to recover before grabbing his hair and dragging him to his feet again.

"Please," he moaned. "I can't take anymore, they're going to break."

Claire seemed to soften and pulled him forward, pressing her naked body against his. "Awwwww, it's okay, Jakey," she cooed.

The contact between their naked bodies began to make Jake's cock stiffen again despite his throbbing balls. Jake almost began to enjoy himself, until Claire's knee shot up and crushed his balls nearly flat.

He groaned and collapsed against her body. She held him upright and delivered several more hard knees into his groin as Becca continued to get railed noisily. When she seemed to be about to cum yet again, Claire let him drop to the ground.

"Let's try something different this time," she said and stomped her foot down on Jake's sack, smashing his balls against the hardwood floor. She pressed them and dug her toes into his meat while Becca came yet again. Hovering on the edge of consciousness, Jake looked over at the lovers' legs under the table. Becca's toes were curling, her legs shaking with pleasure. The pair finally stilled, panting.

"I came too," Rob said, sounding tired.

"Aw, really?" Claire said. "You usually last way longer." She looked down at Jake. "I guess you're off the hook." She gave her foot a cruel twist, grinding Jake's balls into the ground and making him scream one last time, before removing her foot and allowing his balls to resume something like their normal shape.

Jake clutched them and curled his body around them, his whole attention focused on coping with pain. He barely heard Becca's sighing pronouncement of, "That was soooooo good. I can't stop shaking!" The three of them began to get dressed.

"So Becca, you're only in town for two weeks, right?" Claire said. "You sure you don't want to come crash with us? You're not getting any from this loser while you're here after what I just did to his nuts, believe me." She nudged Jake's prone form with her foot. "He's going to be totally useless for weeks. I don't mind sharing Rob. The three of us could have a lot of fun together."

Becca sighed. "It sounds great, but I don't know, I feel bad. I should probably take care of him."

Jake struggled to his feet, angry now. Becca had thrown the game, taken her sweet time getting fucked, was suddenly capable of endless orgasms, and was now entertaining the thought of leaving? "Fuck you, whore!" He shouted. "You could have-"

Becca's face hardened again and she cut off his words with a quick, hard kick to his swollen, red balls. Jake shrieked and dropped to the ground to resume clutching his nuts in agony.

"On second thought," Becca said, stepping over him. "I think I will take you up on that."

"Yay!" Claire said, jumping up and down. The three of them left together, the girls happily discussing the filthy things they were going to do when they got home as Jake rolled on the floor with aching balls.