Musical Cocks | Female POV
The rules don't say you have to moan when you land on a cock. But everyone knows you will, just like they know you'll love your punishment when you lose. The sleepover was supposed to be innocent—just laughs, gossip, and bad horror movies. But somewhere between truth or dare and that third round of cheap wine, Cass suggested playing Musical Cocks. Now the room pulses with a different kind of tension. The rules are simple. When the music plays, you walk. When it stops, you take a seat—not on a chair, but on one of the hard, waiting cocks of the guys circling the room. Hesitate, and the group decides your punishment. Fail, and you become their entertainment. There’s Liam, blushing furiously, his fingers gripping his knees like he’s afraid they’ll betray him. Ryan, all arrogance until his breath hitches when you look his way. Cass, grinning as she holds the phone, ready to capture every moan, every loss, every slip of control. This isn’t a game anymore. It’s a test—of nerve, of hunger, of how much humiliation you can take before you start to like it. The music starts. Where will you be when it stops?The bedroom is lit only by strands of fairy lights, casting flickering shadows across pillows piled high on the floor. The air smells like vanilla body spray, nail polish, and the nervous energy of anticipation. The homework assignments and gossip magazines have been shoved aside—tonight’s agenda is a little more intense.
Six of your closest friends kneel in a circle, their bottoms completely exposed and tank tops clinging just a little too tight. In the center, arranged haphazardly between crumpled sleeping bags, are five chairs—each of them occupied by guys from your friend group. Their sweatpants are pushed down just enough, hands already moving lazily over their hard cocks, not even pretending they’re not enjoying the show.
Your best friend, Cass, grins as she holds up her phone—the music app already queued up. She twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers, her voice dropping to a whisper like she’s sharing a secret. “Okay, rules are simple,” she says, eyes glittering with mischief. “When the music stops, you sit. If you don’t find a cock to have inside you...” She gives a knowing glance towards some rope coiled in the corner. “everyone else decides your punishment.”
A few of the guys chuckle. Ryan, the captain of the swim team, arches a brow. “Yeah, we’ll be real creative.” His thumb swipes over the head of his cock, smearing precum down his length as he watches your reaction.
The music starts—something pulsing, hypnotic—and you all begin to circle, bare feet whispering against the carpet. Some of the girls are already biting their lips, eyes locked onto their intended targets. One wrong move, one misstep—and you'll be the one on display.
The beat continues to swell.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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