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Lanceboard usually wasn’t this difficult for Gale. He was an expert at the game, with skills far surpassing Astarion’s. He was too good for Astarion, enough that it just wasn’t fun for either of them unless Gale was handicapped in some way. And, it wasn’t that Astarion was too stupid for the game, but rather Gale was too intelligent. Even blindfolded, his memory never failed him as he remembered each piece’s location and every move made throughout the game. Astarion had proposed another handicap: a distraction during the game. Many distractions during the game, actually. As if Astarion himself wasn’t distraction enough.
Gale sat blindfolded and bound securely to a wooden chair, next to the table with the lanceboard, completely unable to see it or move the pieces himself. Astarion had expertly bound his wrists and ankles, causing the coarse rope to dig into his skin as he strained against them. His arms were secured to the armrests and his legs similarly restrained to a leg of the chair, leaving his thighs spread wide open, fully on display and vulnerable. Only his bottom half was completely nude, and whenever he shifted, the dildo nestled snugly inside him would push against his prostate and the hem of his shirt would brush against his erect cock, causing shivers of pleasure and desire to tingle across his skin. The way Astarion had bound him would allow him to buck his hips upward, seeking friction and contact that cruelly wasn’t there. Instead, each movement made the toy press deeper inside him and made him moan loudly.
Two cock rings encircled his dick, one at the base, wrapped around his dick and balls, and another near the head. The ring at the base was pulling his sack tightly and preventing any chance of release, no matter how desperate Gale became. The second ring near the tip was enchanted to vibrate with varying intensities, entirely subject to the whims of whoever wore the matching enchanted ring. Said ring glittered on Astarion’s hand, waiting to be activated with preset gestures. The cockring’s buzzing sensation sent shivers of pleasure through Gale with every pulse sent out with a wiggle of Astarion’s fingers. They’ve used these toys before on Gale, and they both knew how much Gale loved it, how he so easily fell apart into a sobbing mess without even reaching the highest intensity, how he loved to have Astarion be in control of the vibrations and his pleasure.
“For each piece you lose, I’ll up the intensity of the ring,” Astarion had proposed, and who was Gale to refuse Astarion? A game of wits and strategy turned into a game of endurance and concentration. It would finally be a challenge and exciting.
The first couple of pieces lost weren't so bad. Gale was expecting it; after all, sacrifices must be made in a game of lanceboard. But with each piece lost, he became less focused on the game, overwhelmed by the vibrations, causing him to steadily lose more pieces, more than were typically necessary.
At first, it was less the intensity—it was fine, really, and he almost wished it was more—but rather the suddenness of the increase.
“Cleric takes pawn at queen four,” the elf called out his move to Gale happily. “And there goes another one of your pawns. Let’s up it again.”
Gale tried to brace himself for it. He had braced himself when he made the previous move, knowing that his pawn would be taken. Alas, knowing it was coming didn’t make it any easier.
His response to the increase in intensity was another choked moan, body shuddering as another wave of pleasure washed over him. His head fell back, a frustrated cry escaping his lips. The way he instinctively arched his back made the dildo still stuffed snugly inside his ass rub against his prostate again. He could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead, the blindfold soaking it in, his muscles straining against the ropes. The vibrations continued relentlessly, his arousal building to a point where he thought he might lose his mind. He was so close, teetering on the edge of release, but that blasted ring at the base of his shaft kept him from finding the release he so desperately craved. Despite the blindfold on him, he knew Astarion had that smug grin on his face, and could imagine it clearly as he watched Gale try to flail in his chair.
The combination of sensations and his lack of control was overwhelming. The ever tightening grip of the rings as he hardened, the relentless waves of vibrations, and the delicious burning pressure of the dildo made it nearly impossible for Gale to focus on anything other than the pleasure coursing through his body. But Astarion’s sultry, warning voice echoed in his mind when he had been fastened to the chair.
“There will be no cumming, darling. Not until one of us wins.”
Gale was nothing if not competitive in lanceboard.
“Knight takes,” he gasped, stubbornly trying to continue the game, “cleric at queen four.”
“And my rook takes the pawn at king six.”
“Queen—!” Gale didn’t think through that move enough, trying to get out his move before Astarion could increase his torment again, but it only forced his breath out as he spoke. The vibrations on his cock intensified again, sending another peal of arousal through him. It was so much. “Queen takes that rook.”
“Queen? What else is the queen called?” Astarion asked, and Gale knew he was being nitpicky just for the sake of it. They were using the avatar set, with his black queen piece as “Razor’s Edge” and the king being Cyric. Astarion’s white king and queen pieces were Elminster and Mystra, respectively.
When using this avatar set in the past with others, he preferred to play as white, never sacrificing the queen if he could help it, which he always could. If he had to play black, he’d never take his opponent’s queen. Call him a lovestruck hopeless romantic, but he still managed to win even with his self-imposed rules.
Now, though, it didn’t matter who those pieces represented. When Gale played white, he’d often let Astarion capture his queen piece.
“No one states those pieces as the avatar,” Gale managed to hiss out.
“I let it slide the first few times you moved it. Then I thought about it. What’s the point of different lanceboard sets if you don’t appreciate the differences?”
Bullshit. Astarion was just trying to get on his nerves.
“Fine,” Gale said, not wishing to argue with him. “Razor’s Edge, damn you.”
“What about it, dear?”
“Takes your rook.”
“Where?”
“At king three.” Gale gasped out at another jolt of pleasure shot up his spine from his cock.
“Good boy, now can I get the full sentence, please?”
Oh the way Gale wanted to Fireball him for his damned teasing. “Razor’s Edge takes rook at king three,” he spat out quickly, panting hard as he fought his orgasm.
“Good move!”
Astarion made another two moves for them after that, and Gale’s knight was taken by Astarion’s. Gale let out a yelp, legs instinctively trying to kick out, chair being skidded back as he tried to jump away from the sensation. He tugged his arms uselessly against the ropes.
Gale could feel Astarion's hovering behind him, the closeness of his body adding another layer to the already overwhelming sensations. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to refocus his mind on the game.
“Knight to king’s bishop six,” he breathed out after a long moment, voice wavering.
Astarion chuckled, clearly enjoying Gale’s struggle. “Mystra takes your knight.”
“Why don’t you—” Gale was cut off again by an even higher vibration, the toy buzzing louder. “MMmm!”
“Why don’t I what, darling?”
“—say the position as well?” Gale felt Astarion’s hand on his dick and he moaned, instinctively bucking his hips up, trying to get more contact even though it would amount to nothing in the end with the rings still wrapped tightly around him. The coolness of his hand on his overheated cock was an unbearably shocking sensation.
“It’s too complicated for me,” Astarion answered simply, no shame at all in his words, moving his hand away, making Gale whine. “Especially dealing with your side and mine.”
Gale knew Astarion was only partly lying. When he’d taught Astarion how to use the system to state the lanceboard positions in order to play him blindfolded, Astarion nearly gave up. It took him days of practice—Gale assigned him homework, of course he had to for Astarion’s sake—to become fluent in the nomenclature.
“Next move?” Astarion asked, and Gale felt a finger on the tip of his twitching cock, rubbing the slit, smearing a bead of pre on the head.
The simple action made his dick leak more and had Gale blanking for his next move. It took another long, long moment to remember the board again and decide his next move. “Rook to queen’s cleric one,” he finally said, voice strained.
“Good move,” Astarion complimented again. “Hm, let’s see….”
Gale’s breath hitched as the vibrations continued. The longer this went on, the more his body shook with pleasure, clouding his mind and judgment. Astarion taking this so, so slowly wasn’t helping in the least bit. He arched his back, letting out another moan.
“Shh, darling. I’m thinking about my next move.”
Gale was so close, but the ring prevented his release. He groaned in both frustration and need, barely taking in what Astarion said. “Astarion,” he begged, surprised at how desperate his voice had become. “Please, please let me cum.”
“Not yet, darling,” Astarion said in his sing-song voice. “You haven’t won yet. Queen to king’s cleric five.”
Gale let out another whine as he shifted in his seat, pressing the toy harder and deeper inside himself and making his cock lay against his stomach. He could feel the vibrations quake through his entire torso, reaching his nipples. It took at least a full five minutes for him to regain his focus again. If Gale’s thoughts were more coherent, he’d have commented about how bad that move was. It left Astarion’s queen open to so many of his own pieces.
“Pawn to king’s cleric four, captures your Mystra,” Gale choked out.
“Oh? With what pawn?”
“Pawn on king three,” Gale muttered, wishing Astarion would stop asking the questions he knew the answers to.
“There’s no pawn on king three.”
“What?”
“Did you forget the board already, my dear wizard?” Astarion teased. “Are there too many distractions for you to focus?”
“You’re lying.”
“Darling,” Astarion faked an offended voice. “I wouldn’t cheat at this. You have my word.”
Then where did that pawn go?
The ring buzzed louder, and Gale could swear Astarion turned it higher again even though Gale hadn’t lost any pieces. He ignored Astarion’s words, closing his eyes behind the blindfold and throwing his head back in frustrated ecstasy, while also trying to remember the game’s moves. If he was missing a piece, the whole board would be messed up in his head. He couldn’t afford to lose. He wasn’t sure if he could handle Astarion resetting the board. He needed to cum now.
“King four, queen’s cleric three, queen four, queen four, king five, queen’s cleric four, queen’s cleric three,” he muttered quickly, voice trembling. First seven moves were those pawns. He recited every move each of them made, trying to figure out where that pawn had gone in his head. It should have been at that square. “Knight to queen’s cleric three, knight to king’s cleric three, pawn captures pawn, pawn captures pawn, cleric to king’s knight five, cleric to king two, pawn to king three—”
A cool hand trailed down Gale’s neck and beneath his shirt, pinching a nipple. “Yes, yes, Gale, very impressive,” Astarion said tiredly, and Gale could hear the amusement in his voice. Gale knew the vampire was trying to distract him still as he tried to fix his memory of the board’s layout. The constant vibrations made it more and more difficult as he tried to remember the more recent moves.
“Cleric to king’s cleric four,” Gale continued aloud, refreshing his memory of the game, “cleric captures knight at king’s knight six, then your cleric took mine.” That exchange was when the vibrations started becoming more apparent, when Gale started struggling to focus. “Queen to queen’s knight three, knight to queen two, queen captures pawn at queen five, cleric to—”
Gale let out a cry when Astarion suddenly gave his cock a single, teasing, upward stroke between the two rings.
"Admit it, Gale," Astarion murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You lost. Concede."
“I haven’t…” Gale managed out, gasping for air. Despite Astarion’s effort to trip him up, Gale mentally found the piece after a couple more moves. It was taken by a rook, which Gale had, without much thinking, taken with his own queen only a few moves prior. Astarion asking him to use the avatar name had distracted him. “I haven’t lost yet. I only forgot about that pawn being taken because you made such an unexpectedly idiotic move with that rook earlier.”
Astarion let out a huff. “Still snarky, are we? Don’t forget who holds the control of this right now.” His hand encircled the ring at the tip of Gale’s cock, squeezing it tighter and Gale’s hips practically leapt from the chair from the following explosion of vibrations pressed deeper into his cock. Astarion pushed his hips back down into the chair, and Gale let out a cry of overwhelming pleasure when the fake cock was ground against his inner walls.
“Go on, what’s your next move?” Astarion sneered, taking his hand off his cock and instead joining his other hand to play with both of Gale’s nipples. Pinching, pulling, twisting.
Gale was panting hard, arching his back again into Astarion’s hands. It was so much, so much, so much, so much—the cock ring at the base of his shaft prevented his release, he was right there, and Gale let out a loud, humiliating whimper as he slumped back down, fucking himself onto the dildo again. His dick was twitching and straining painfully against the rings.
Astarion chuckled as Gale tried to numb the pleasure and focus on the game. It felt like it took another hundred minutes before Gale could decide on his next move. He knew Astarion could wait all day, but Gale could not. He shakily told Astarion his next move with a voice barely more than a whisper. “My queen takes your Mystra. From king’s rook six to king’s cleric four.”
Gale felt Astarion leaning over his shoulder to move the pieces, then heard the soft click as the piece was set down.
Gale knew he was at the advantage still. It was likely a checkmate in only a few more moves, but there was still at least one more necessary sacrifice to be made for his pieces to be at the right positions. It didn’t seem like Astarion was playing to win at this point though. He was playing to capture as much of his pieces as possible now, not caring if he wasn’t defending his own king anymore.
The next couple moves were safe, Gale having predicted the next couple of moves and knowing Astarion wouldn’t be able to take any of his pieces without leaving his king exposed for checkmate. Then, it came down to the final moves. Only Astarion’s rook and a couple pawns were left to defend the king, while Gale still had many pawns, both his rooks, a cleric, and his queen.
“Cleric to king’s knight six,” he said. That would be the last piece Astarion would be taking. Gale braced himself again, clenching the armchairs hard when Astarion said the capturing move. He let out a loud cry at the overpowering pulses of vibrations around his cock. Astarion’s hands were on his shoulders, grinding him into the chair, and Gale couldn’t help but squirm and arch his back again, bucking his hips up for any friction, any contact at all.
Gale's head fell back against the chair, his eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold. The tremors from the ring covered his entire length. He could feel it throughout his bottom half and up to his chest, could feel it in the dildo as it pressed against his prostate with each unconscious squirm. It was driving him to the brink of madness. Astarion's hand wrapped around Gale's cock, just below the vibrating ring. He stroked him slowly and Gale bucked again, seeking more of that tantalizing contact. He could feel his sanity slipping, his body trembling, the pressure in his groin building up, and it felt like the ring around his shaft was impossibly tighter. He couldn’t cum. He wasn't allowed to.
“You’re so close, darling,” Astarion cooed next to his ear, gently biting the tip of it. “What’s your final move?”
Gale’s mind had blanked again for a moment during his halted climax. He had just one more move to make before checkmate—what was it? He had it in his mind just a moment ago. Dread crept up his spine, as did the vibrations and pleasure with it. His mind flashed through pieces and moves, squares blending together.
“King’s knight seven,” Gale finally said with a whimper, the image of the board returning to his mind. “Razor’s Edge to king’s knight seven. Checkmate.”
A long, quiet silence as the ring buzzed, and Gale was afraid it was an illegal move.
“Well done, wizard,” Astarion purred out, and Gale heard the click and clatter of Astarion knocking his own king down.
“Please,” Gale cried out immediately in ragged breaths. “Take it off, take it off already, I’ve won. Please take if off Astarion, my love, my dear, my star, please, I can’t—”
“Yes, darling, just a moment. You did wonderfully.”
Gale felt Astarion’s cool hands at the sides of his head, slowly taking off the blindfold that was no doubt completely soaked in his sweat and tears. Gale’s eyes had to adjust to the light, but his eyes still remained shut as the ring’s intensity kept his body in a suspended onslaught of pleasure. When he finally did open his eyes and took in the board, it was exactly like what was in his head, many of Astarion’s pieces missing, and a decent amount of his own as well. More pieces than he’d ever lost to Astarion, in fact.
“You're so beautiful like this,” Astarion murmured, amusement in his voice. He moved his hands teasingly around Gale’s cock, fingers around the rings but not yet tugging them off. “Completely at my mercy, bound and desperate. I could keep you like this forever.”
Astarion wouldn’t. Gale's breath hitched, a sob of frustration escaping his lips. The pleasure was overwhelming, his body on fire with need. He was so close, teetering on the edge, and the ring was painfully keeping him there.
“Astarion,” he whimpered, his voice breaking, looking at Astarion pleadingly through watery eyes. “Please, I can't… I can't, I need—.”
“Alright, alright. Fair is fair. I’m very impressed.” Astarion smiled, hands swiftly removing the rings.
He removed the vibrating one first, and Gale almost begged him to put it back on, the sudden lack of stimulation making him feel like he’d lost a part of himself. When the ones at the base of his dick and around his balls were removed, he grinded his hips upward, searching for friction in Astarion’s hands, needing something immediately.
Instead, Astarion put the vibrating ring back around his dick, and with a flick of his wrist, the vibrations were turned up to their highest setting. Gale threw his head back and let out a loud cry of Astarion’s name as the sensations were instant and overwhelming. His body convulsed as he finally came, the pleasure washing over him in waves. He thrashed around helplessly in the chair, his hips bucked, cum shooting out onto his own clothes and into Astarion’s hand as he stroked him through his release. He strained against the ropes, the fake cock in him pressing hard into him, sending sharper shocks of pleasure coursing through him.
“There you go, darling. You’ve earned it.” Astarion’s voice was gentle and soothing as Gale rode out the waves of the orgasm, milking his release thoroughly. “You look like an absolute masterpiece, completely undone like this. I almost don’t feel so bad about losing at all.”
When it finally dwindled down, Astarion removed the ring and Gale slumped in the chair, the cock still buried inside him feeling like it was burning him with his sensitivity. His body shuddered with the aftershocks of his release, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure was almost too much, his senses overwhelmed, breathless from the intensity of the orgasm. He was exhausted, every aspect of himself, physical and mental, thoroughly spent.
“Well played, my dear wizard,” Astarion whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Gale’s forehead, fingers pressing against his lips. Gale hazily, obediently, opened his mouth, licking and sucking and tasting himself on Astarion’s fingers. Astarion removed his fingers from Gale’s mouth and kissed him, sharing the taste as his hands started to undo the ropes.
Within a couple of moments Gale was freed, the dildo slipping out of him as he leaned forward into Astarion’s arms. He felt so empty after having it in him for so long.
“Thank you, my love,” Gale murmured, still blissed out from such an intense orgasm. They knelt on the floor for a while, Astarion petting his hair and rubbing soothingly along his skin. Gale let out a shaky, content sigh, the vampire’s cool hands feeling wonderful against the places where the ropes had dug in.
Eventually, Gale finally recovered enough to cast some magic to clean themselves up. He was tempted to comment about Astarion’s poor skill in that game, but decided against it. Instead, he focused his attention on the prominent bulge in Astarion’s pants, wanting to help him take care of that. Before he could, though, Astarion took his hand and tilted Gale’s head upward to look at him, a teasing smirk on his face. “How about next time, we do it timed? Starting without your queen? More vibrations?”
Gale groaned, pressing his face into Astarion’s chest. “You are evil for even thinking of that. Absolutely despicable. Incorrigible. And still a terrible player.” He paused, then sighed. “I can take you.”
Astarion laughed. “I’m sure you can.”