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?