Sam (♀) and Sam (♂) read " Tournament" by Gambio

The wick flared. Soft red wax slowly puddled, reflected the steady yellow of the flame. Sam (♀) licked her lips as she gently tipped the candle...and wax, bright and hot dripped down onto her doppelganger's chest. Sam (♂), spread-eagle and tied to the bedposts, flexed his muscles as the hot globs burned and solidifed between his pecs.

"Fuck!" he said, and drew a long, shuddering breath. "Why are we doing this again?"

"You got to choose the story, I got to choose the kink," Sam (♀) replied with a soft smile, pushing the mousy brown hair of her face as she tipped the candle back up, to gather wax for the next attempt. "That was the deal."

"Right," Sam (♂) said. "So, because Gambio is known for their BDSM proclivities, we're reviewing '**** Tournament.'"

"I'm intrigued by the tags," Sam (♀) admitted. "Parenthood, eightsome, catgirl ****...and by the comment that this is a story two years in the making, with a regular update schedule."

"And we begin," Sam (♂) said, tensing up as he watched his female counterpart move the candle over his midsection, "as a contest signs up for the Rasheul Great **** Tournament in Generic Quasimedieval Fantasy Land. The stakes are...well, about what you'd expect."

“There is one single, major rule that is a huge biggie. If you die in a battle, whatever dude. But if you happen to surrender to your opponent or whack yourself, a magic spell of absolute obedience will be placed upon you. Henceforth you will serve whoever defeated you as a **** for the rest of your life! Oh Nooooooo!”

"Ah, a kind of tournament fic," Sam (♀) said. With a slow, deliberate curl of the wrist, she let the wax drip on Sam (♂)'s stomach. If he had been as cut and fit as a barbarian hero, the liquid wax would have run down the channels of his six pack like cum...but instead, it pooled in his navel. She smiled wider as his cock, which he was unable to touch, shifted and rose to life. "They say we're free to skip the tournament guidebook, but it would be cruel to do that."

"Fine," Sam (♂) said as he sucked air in between his teeth, face flushed now. There was color in Sam (♀)'s cheeks too, now, and her nipples were stiff. He focused on the rules.

"Jesus wept, forget the Three Laws, the **** orders don't let you take a piss if you think your master might want to taste it first." Sam (♀) said. "Although presumably there's some wiggle room. A **** could only prepare healthy foods for their masters, for example. And basically any sexual activity could cause harm."

"I think being a **** lawyer is very illegal," Sam (♂) said. His eyes were half-fixed on the candle, which was held at an angle so that a bead of hot wax would grow at the edge until it was too heavy, and then drip on him...and Sam (♀) would then shift her hand ever so slightly southward, so a line of red dots was leading down away from his navel.

"A lot of backstory," Sam (♀) said as she clicked through the pages with her free hand. "There's some thought put into this, but Gambio's style is...how do I put it? Deliberately sloppy. Obviously they put some thought into this, but it isn't reflected in the wordcount. I think a lot of the basic descriptive text just bores the shit out of them. I can't fault the map. It's crude, but hey, there's a map!"

"Uh uh," Sam (♂) said, eyes focused now on the erect tip of his cock, which hung over his crotch. The last drop had just missed the quivering cock.

Then it happened. One scintillant scarlet drop fell, right on the underside of his glans. Sam could not stop himself from spasming, cock jerking, all the muscles in his body contracting at the brief burning pain that ran through his supersensitive prick...and then faded into a burning ache. A white drop oozed from his piss slit, the cock still hard, his chest heaving.

"Now, let's begin with the story proper: Mari Beta, 19 years old, a Lucky Loser..." Sam (♀) said. She couldn't keep the smile from her face, and shifted her stance, kneeling next to her male counterpart, dripping pussy leaving a snail trail on his duvet. A part of her wished she'd thought to bring a Hitachi wand to ride."

“So, as you sure are aware, the rules are pretty much identical, except for one tiiiiny part. As a Lucky Loser you forfeit the right to forfeit, you have to participate in every fight. Non compliance will be treated the same way as surrendering.”

"A lot of Gambioisms," Sam (♂) said, when he could talk again. "Describing a butt as 'very cute and buttlike,' not exactly poetry."

"Let's not encourage Gambio to go from bad to verse," Sam (♀) said dryly. "It's Whedonesque dialogue, but there's a certain charm. I rather enjoy Beta's reaction to mingling with the wrong crowd...being casually dominated by women..."

Another drop struck his prick. Even though he had been prepared for it, Sam (♂) could only squeeze his eyes tight and wait for the pain to pass. This one, he noticed, had landed in almost the same location as the first, the wax now hardening on the cleft just before his urethra. A dark and terrible suspicion ran through his mind...but they simply read on.

"Where do they get those pictures?" Sam (♀) wondered, as she showed the illustration to Sam (♂). As she read, he writhed. Drip by drip, the wax fell over the head of his prick, sealing it within a hot prison. On the good side, that meant that each drop tended to hurt less...but it was slow, steady ****. Like Mari Beta in the story, Sam (♂) felt the dread and anticipation growing. It wasn't a question of whether he was fucked, but how fucked he was going to be.

"The action, once the tournament begins, isn't bad," Sam (♂) said out loud, wincing as his tormentor tapped the candle, the flame dancing as the wax began to splatter more, little dribbles running down his shaft and spraying the flesh around it and underneath. "I don't like it when they start so many sentences with conjunctions like 'but' and 'and,' but it flows okay...and with the first fight, we get to the first decision point."

"Remembering the rules, I'm not sure if faking a collapse counts as a surrender. But for fun's sake, let's keep to the main path. I like going for the throat," Sam (♀) said...and to illustrate the point, her arm suddenly swung the length her doppelganger's body, drizzling wax across his adam's apple. The approach caught Sam (♂) utterly offguard, and her eyes narrowed in delight as tears formed in his.

"If this was a white candle," she said, clicking on the link. "You'd have a nice pearl necklace."

“Umm..so...what is happening now?”, I asked, somewhat unsure what this cat girl even does for a living.
“Mating!”, she screamed full of joy and pushed me on the bed.

"I don't mind catgirl dirty talk, but 'small litter' and 'four play' are egregious sins," Sam (♀) said, shaking her head. The candle, now half spent, had moved back down toward his crotch, the wax now dripping onto his balls.

I'm going to die....I'm really going to die having sex.

Sam (♂) could commiserate.

"Well, you can't accuse Gambio of false advertising," Sam (♀) said dryly. "There is an eightsome. And it is, indeed, 'absolute carnage.' I'm vaguely curious if any of the sex acts in the paths-not-taken are like this. Also, when Gambio tags a chapter as 'catgirl ****,' they mean 'catgirl rapes you,' not 'catgirl gets ****.' Which is good to know."

Sam (♂) drew a long, shuddering breath as the wax slowly cooked his balls. "It's almost...sweet. I mean, sort of a reverse harem scenario. Mani the Beta-male manages to knock up seven perpetually horny catgirl sisters. Even the epilogue is cute."

“Daddy, Daddy, when I be big I'm going to mate with you!”
“No, you wont, Cijuka.” I gave her a stern look. “Mating with Daddy is not allowed.”

"It's also nice to know that Gambio has a few limits," Sam (♀) added. She blew out the stub of the candle and admired her handiwork. Dried globs of wax covered her male counterpart's naked body, but his prick and balls were absolutely coated, the wax-covered prick standing above his body like some avant-garde work of art. It gave her ideas.

"It might be unfair to say, but as a relatively short and to-the-point branch, this might be my favorite Gambio story yet," Sam (♂) said. "I mean, I'd still like more description...better pacing...hotter sex scenes...but it doesn't really drag, and the ending is satisfying."

"Hmm," Sam (♀) said. "I can't say it quite ticked all my boxes, so to speak, but it definitely leaves me wanting more."

So saying, she stood up and stretched. Sam (♂) caught a glimpse of the damp hair between her legs. She scratched as her pussy and turned to dig her vibrator out of a drawer.

"Are you going to untie me?" Sam (♂) asked.

"Maybe in a bit," she replied. "Gambio's story left me wanting more...and I want you to know what that feels like."

To add insult to injury, Sam (♀) turned out the light as she left the room...leaving Sam (♂) in the dark, his prick trapped in its waxy prison, with only the memory of seven horny catgirls to keep him company.