Tom

"Tom!" Sarah declares loudly. Likely to grab his attention. He has been there a while, you hope that maybe he was hsa fallen asleep.

Everyone's head turns to the closet as you hear several thumps coming from it.

No such luck.

"I dare to come out of the closet!" Sarah exclaims. There a pause while everybody seems to process quickly what she said. While she probably means the actual physical closet, Sarah does know him better than the rest of you. Seems even Tom is unsure what she means, judging by how he hasn't exit the closet yet. "I mean the literal closet" Sarah added irritably.

I start to protest but Miranda cuts you off "It's fine John, he has been there long enough. What is the point of having him play the game is he is always practically in another room?". You open your mouth to argue back but you stop yourself, how much do you want to explain that you either hate Tom for being an asshole or that she was enjoying being filled by his huge cock? "Besides that's the dare you gave me earlier" she continued.

Well, that's a thought you rather not finish. Giving up, you raise your hands in defeat.

You look up just in time to see Tom walk up. He gives a genuinely cheerful smile to Sarah, no doubt thanking her for releasing him from that claustrophobic prison. Thankfully it seems, his dick is no longer hard, probably due to a lack of stimulation. Though it seems, you spoke too soon. Seeing the undressed nature of both Nicole and Sarah, his dick hardens rapidly again. How is he able to get an erection so quickly after coming? Shouldn't there be a time limit in between coming and getting another erection?

Adding to your irritation, you notice Miranda looks happy to see him and especially his large dick. Noticing her gaze, Tom gives a little thrust in her direction making her flush. Turning to Nicole, he leers in at her nude body and points his dick in her direction. Nicole blushes and turns her whole body away from him, making to sure cover her tits with her right arm.

"So..." he starts but you cut him off "Hey, nobody said anything about you being able to talk". He glares at you but doesn't argue. Looking around, seems nobody is going to argue with you neither. You turn to face him again with a smug look on your face but you drop it immediately when you notice the evil grin he has on his face. Looks like he is planning something. Scowling at him you say "Alright, if you want the next round to start, sit down and draw a name"

He nods and moves away from you and sits to right of Nicole, close enough to bump legs, startling her. She looks at him in surprise while he returns his gaze more lecherously the parts of her body she can't cover is detail. You bites your tongue in anger but you can't help but feel jealous that he is sitting next to her. Especially now that she's not wearing anything. You can see her eyes widen considerably when her eyes drifted over his huge cock, which he has made sure everyone has can see when they look at him by sitting with his legs spread wide. She stares at it for a few seconds, **** rubbing her thighs together. His smile widens as he notices her gaze and interest. "What.." she starts but he pulls out the notepad he had earlier. Her eyes widen as she remembers the implications of him sitting next to her. He could possibly control every dare she will give, if he were quick enough. Including the ones she will have for him.....

Damn it! You forgot that yourself. With him in the closet earlier, the dare he gave her was practically moot. Now that he's out, he can control her again. No wonder he grinned at your earlier.

As if to prove that point, you see him take the time to write something down and slid it over to Nicole with a large grin spread across his face. She is **** to use her right hand to pick it up, quickly swapping it over with her left hand to cover her pussy, leaving her breasts uncovered for him to leer at. "Welcome back Tom, I missed you and your huge cock being so near me. Do you like what you see on me?". She blushes bright red at the last sentence and looks straight down. His grin only grew wider in response. You note he is now writing something else but doesn't slide it over. Nicole breathes out in relief but you know you can't relax. Whatever he has written down is likely in preparation for a dare. He stops, leans over and picks out a name