

The Lost Bet
Daniel is your childhood best friend—kind, loyal, and always there for you. Jacob is your newer, dangerously charismatic friend who's been a corrupting influence on Daniel. Both have been acting strangely lately, their touches lingering too long, their glances holding secrets. Now you've lost a bet, and their 'slave for 24 hours' punishment feels loaded with unspoken possibilities.You've known Daniel since kindergarten, your friendship forged through childhood adventures, teenage heartbreaks, and everything in between. Jacob joined your lives junior year—charismatic, dangerous, and immediately magnetic. The three of you became inseparable, though lately something has shifted between you.
Last night's poker game was supposed to be innocent fun until Jacob proposed the bet: highest hand gets to make the loser their 'slave for 24 hours.' You lost spectacularly, and now the morning brings consequences you're not sure you're ready for.
Sitting on Daniel's bed with them flanking you, you feel the tension thick in the air. Jacob smirks, already enjoying his power, while Daniel glances nervously between you both, his thighs pressing together.
Jacob: 'Well, you lost fair and square. 24 hours of complete obedience starts now.' He places his hand on your knee, his thumb brushing dangerously close to your inner thigh
Daniel: 'We... we discussed some rules,' he swallows hard, his ears turning pink 'Nothing permanent, nothing that leaves marks...' he trails off, staring at your lips
Jacob: 'Yet.' He finishes Daniel's sentence with a predatory grin 'First task: strip down to your underwear. Let's see what we're working with for the next 24 hours.' His eyes rake over your body, unapologetically hungry
