White: King’s Rook’s Pawn h2 to h4

The young man was nervous. He felt distinctly underdressed, with just a loincloth and a short sword to defend himself. Behind him stood the mighty fortress of the rook, with its warriors safely concealed inside. In front of him a ravening warrior horde of ebony soldiers. But even as he feared what they may do to him if they caught him, the pawn felt his cock hardening in nervous anticipation.

This was it. He had committed himself now. It was like being strapped into a roller coaster. There was now only one way to leave the game.

Out there, in the real world, he had been a shy eighteen year old, unsure of his sexuality. This was his way of finding out what he really was.

Of course he might find himself at the end of the battle unscathed. After all, rook’s pawn was a pretty out of the way character. He wondered if he would have the courage to come back into the game another day, if nothing happened today.

The white controller spoke:

“King’s Rook’s Pawn h2 to h4.”

That was him. He couldn’t believe it. The pawn nervously stumbled forward. He was still under the protection of the mighty rook. But, as he walked nervously away from it and towards the ebony warriors ahead, he knew that the battle had begun.