Chapter 2 - All Fun and Games

Teddy shifted nervously on her perch in Gunthers' lap, her face flushed as her boyfriend turned his unfocused, drunken gaze on her. Teddy wasn't the kind of girl you could make squirm all that easily, she was an exhibitionist at heart, and comfortable with her body and sexuality. But being stared at by her boyfriend, while she had a stranger's cock buried in her dripping, already-creamed cunt was enough to leave her red in the face - and to make Gunther groan as she tensed around him. But Ben had been enjoying the party more than everyone else, and so he didn't seem to notice the way his girlfriend was biting her lip and trying not to moan, nor did he notice the way her stomach was bulging or even how Gunther was possessively clutching her hips as if she was a toy that might be taken away from him.

"Do you 'member that game we played," he asked, his voice thick and slurred as he gave Teddy what he no doubt thought was a sly and flirty grin. "Back… back 'n… in… high school? With the closet? Where we.. ya know… in the closet~"

Teddy kept her face carefully blank as Gunther twitched inside of her, cock pressing hard against a sensitive spot that made her want to moan right in Ben's face as he gazed hopefully at her.

"You mean seven minutes in heaven?"

"More… more like seven minutes in Teddy," Ben said proudly, turning and lifting his hand for a high five that Sascha dutifully provided. But Teddy could see Sascha's face, a smile tugging at his lips as the man's mind raced, getting out in front of Ben's cognitive train wreck.

"That's an excellent idea, Ben," Sascha said. "But Teddy’s the only woman here."

"Tha's fine. Only girl I wanna be in heaven with," Ben said firmly, a display of loyalty that would have been touching if his girlfriend wasn't being stuffed less than five feet from him.

"I suppose if you're okay with it, then who are we to argue. I'm glad you're so secure about your relationship, Ben!" Sascha said, patting his friend hard on the back. 

Ben frowned, his drunken brain trying to figure out what had just happened. "I… no, wait… what are…"

"So who should go first?" Lennart asked loudly, ignoring Ben's confused protest. Stampeding over any objection the man might have had to locking his girlfriend in a closet with a stranger. 

"It should probably be random if we're going to be fair," Leon said, glancing at Teddy and grinning as Gunther gave a little buck of his hips while Ben was distracted. The fiery metalhead has to bite her lip hard to keep from gasping and thumped a fist hard against the man's thigh.

"Why don't you pick a number, and whoever gets closest gets to go first," he told Ben who nodded, too drunk to realize this took away any chance of his winning.

"Yeah… yeah, sure."

The rest of the guests leaned forward, except for Gunther who leaned back and hugged Teddy to his chest, slowly rocking his hips against her as numbers were shouted. 

"Sixteen!"

"Three."

"Seven!"

"Ninety-eight!"

"Seventeen."

"Fifteen."

"Twenty-four!"

"Yes," Ben said, pointing blearily. "Twenty-four. It's twenty-four."

"Hell, yeah," Jakob grinned, getting off the couch to a chorus of playful boo's and disappointed groans. He flashed Teddy a winning smile as he came over and offered her a hand up as Gunther glared.

"Don't be a spoilsport, everyone’s going to get a chance with her," Jakob promised as Teddy took his hand and was drawn to her feet with a wet slurp, Gunter's cock slapping wetly against his stomach as the man grumbled and tried to tuck it away. Thankfully, Ben was distracted by Sasha, who was patiently trying to explain that, no, Ben did not win the first turn and he'd have to wait for the second round like everyone else.

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one getting blue-balled," Gunther complained, finally managing to push his fat, pale cock back into his pants.

"I'll make it up to you," Teddy promised, blowing him a kiss as Jakob practically dragged her away. Sasha and Lennart had cajoled Ben up off the couch and half pushed, half carried Teddy’s boyfriend to the bathroom, the slightly cramped room was the only option for the game, unless they felt like emptying out a closet.

"So… the rules… the rules were… um…" Ben blinked trying to focus through the wonderfully comfortable haze of alcohol. "It was fifteen minutes, I think?"

"And what could you do in those fifteen minutes?" Lennart prodded.

"Anything, I think," Ben frowned. That had seemed like such a good thing back in the day, but… why did it feel like a bad thing now?

"Well, you heard the man. Fifteen minutes, no rules," Sasha chuckled. "Right this way, you two."

Hand on her ass, fingers splayed and dug deep into the softness, Jakob ushered Teddy into the bathroom as she blew Ben a kiss, her heart hammering in her chest. Was he really okay with this? He wasn't going to object or anything? But her boyfriend just gave her a drunken thumbs up as she was lead into the bathroom - and then tried to follow her in. As the door closed, she could hear Sascha explaining yet again that Ben had to wait for his turn.

But Jakob certainly didn't need to wait, he was on her nearly the moment the door clicked shut, pressing himself hard against Teddy and pinning her up against the countertop. His lips found her cheek and then her jaw, hungrily kissing along the soft sweep up to her ear, biting at her earlobe as she gasped against him.

"You belong to me for the next fifteen minutes, slut," he growled, his voice hot and hungry, his breath hot against his ear. "God, when Lennart told me how easy you were, I thought he had to be exaggerating. Damn am I glad I listened and came tonight."

"So am I," Teddy laughed. Her voice was breathless as Jakob pressed all the harder against her, Malte’s vibe still buzzing softly deep inside her cunt, keeping her stimulated and on edge, reducing her to putty in the taller man's hands. And those hands were all over her, sliding behind her back to hold her close, the other gliding up her stomach and slipping under her shirt, finding the chain that hung between her nipple piercings and giving it a hard tug that made her hips buck and grind against him.

One last nibble at her earlobe and Jakob released her, taking a half step back so he could spin her around before shoving her back against the counter, the edge biting into the tops of her thighs as he tugged her cheeks apart, lining his cock up with her soaking cunt. There was no teasing, no build-up, not with such a short amount of time. Jakob just drove his hips forward, ramming himself deep into Teddy's welcoming cunt with one fluid motion. The young woman groaned, slumping forward, her hands against the mirror as Jakob bottomed out inside of her, his head pressed not against her cervix, but rather the hard little ball of the vibrator Malte had left inside of her, still buzzing away. And now, trapped between cock and cervix, it made both of them moan as the vibrations seemed to grow more intense. 

Growling, Jakob reached down and grabbed a fist full of Teddy's hair, wrapping his hand in her soft, red locks and giving a little tug, hard enough to make her scalp burn and to drag a cry of delighted pain from her mouth.

"Look at that slut," Jakob laughed, tugging harder on her hair and forcing her head up. Making her look into the mirror at her own pathetically whorish face. Her mouth was parted in an 'o', her eyes lidded and foggy with lust. Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment, and she could see sticky white flecks at the corners of her mouth, remnants of her earlier 'beers'. 

"Doesn't she look absolutely pathetic?" Jakob teased, grinding himself against the buzzing toy. Pressing it hard against Teddy’s cervix and making her feel the full brunt of its agonizing vibrations, her face twisting in the mirror as she cried out in pained pleasure, shuddering and clenching around Jakob's cock as he tormented her. 

"I bet… I bet she'd look more pathetic if you went harder," Teddy gasped. There was a moment of silence as Jakob stared at her and then shook his head as he started to laugh.

"Holy shit, girl. Lennart undersold you."

Tightening his hand in her hair, Jakon yanked her back hard as he bucked himself against her, his hips grinding hard against her ass as his already buried cock jammed against the vibrator. Poor Teddy felt her cervix nearly buckle as the buzzing toy was mashed hard against it, her stomach bulging out as the pain made her groan and her eyes roll up in her skull. And then Jakob was off, beating his hips against her as he hauled hard on her hair, dragging her back into every rough thrust he made. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the tiny bathroom, seemingly gaining in intensity until it was all Teddy could hear.

Her world narrowed, the sound of Jakob's pleasure drowning out the distant call of "three minutes" as Teddy stared hazily at her own reflection. Tears of pained pleasure sparkled at the corners of her eyes, her mouth hanging open and her lolling tongue flopping each time Jakob yanked her back against him. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, and Teddy couldn't think of a time she'd looked more pathetic. She looked like every braindead slut she loved to watch in porn, and her heart hammered in her chest knowing she had to look like this every time she cheated. It was a thrill to see herself like this, and know this was how she looked to every man who took that supposedly loyal pussy.

She came along with Jakob, her eyelids fluttering shut as he rammed home, working his hips in involuntary little thrusts as his balls clenched and pulsed. Cum poured into Teddy, spilling around the vibrator to trickle into her womb, even as more washed back along the length of her well-stuffed canal and dripped down onto the floor, splattering onto the tile in a thick, sticky puddle.

"That was absolutely my definition of heaven," Jakob groaned as he slowly dragged himself free of her well-creamed pussy with a messy, noisy slurp. His cock slapped against his pants, leaving a damp, dark splatter as he stepped back to admire his work. Giving her a pat on the ass, he turned and tucked himself away before exiting the bathroom, leaving Teddy slumped on the counter, gasping for breath as her legs trembled. Cum trickled down her thighs in long, slow rivers, and it took Teddy almost a minute before she was able to straighten up, one hand on the counter for support as her legs wobbled. 

Outside, she could hear the murmur of voices as they discussed who would be next, which meant she had a little bit of time to try and clean up, just in case Ben managed to win the next turn. Dropping onto her knees, Teddy lowered her head, dipping her tongue into the puddle of jizz left on the recently-cleaned tile. It was thick and salty as she slurped it up, her ass up in the air as she licked the floor like Ruffy after they’d finished eating, searching out every drip and rope of spilled cum and eagerly gobbling it down. The ‘beers’ earlier had just been an appetizer, there was no limit to Teddy’s thirst for jizz. By the time the floor was shining and clean, it sounded like the boys were almost done arguing, leaving Teddy with just a few moments to wipe at her face and legs with a towel to get the worst of the mess, and then the door was opening. 

She gave a nervous grin, only to let out a sigh of relief as she realized it wasn’t Ben. It was…. Oh, the other man who’d arrived with Lennart, the tall and lanky one. His name was… oh, geez, it was… 

“Hey, Teddy,” he said, shutting the door behind him as his eyes traveled up and down her body. 

“Oh! Uh, hey!” the redhead smiled, her grin only slightly forced as she wracked her brain for his name. Simon? No, no – Lukas! No, that wasn't right either. It was, uh… 

The man was smiling as he moved in, letting his finger slowly run up her side and making her shiver at the touch. “You don’t remember my name, do you?”

“I’m pretty sure we weren’t even introduced!” Teddy protested as his fingers continued sliding up and down her side, raising gooseflesh as he went. 

“We were,” the man insisted. “But even though you don’t know my name, you’re still going to let me fuck you, aren’t you? I’m an absolute stranger, and you’re still gonna let me get balls deep in that pussy?” 

His hand slid up from her side and across her collar bone, tracing a light path until he reached the hollow of her throat and slowly spread his fingers, letting them wrap gently around her neck. He didn’t squeeze, not yet, just gave her a look waiting for her approval. In response, Teddy gently took his other hand and lifted it up to her neck as well, letting both his hands wrap around her slim throat as he smiled even wider. 

“I am,” Teddy confirmed, and the man gave her throat a squeeze, forcing her to gasp only to increase his grip and cut it off. 

“Such a shameless slut,” the man purred, his voice hungry as he pushed her back to the wall. He pinned her there, spreading her thighs with a rough knee before pushing forward. By the time he was done with her, her neck was red, and cum dripped out of her trembling pussy. She barely managed to get cleaned up before the next guest stepped into the bathroom and the same with the next. They were leaving such a mess, leaving her so sloppy, that there was barely enough time to make herself presentable. And yet Ben could be next at any time, and the last thing she wanted was for him to find her a leaking, well-used mess. But rather than Ben, the next man to come in made Teddy laugh, waving at the familiar face as he shut the door behind himself. 

“Back for another round, Gunther?” she teased as the man shook his head in exasperation. 

“Is that a problem? You said you'd make it up to me,” he told her, sticking out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout to make her laugh. 

“I did, and I meant it,” Teddy said, planting her hands on the countertop and lifting herself up, the cool porcelain of the sink brushing against her ample backside as she spread her legs, inviting Gunther in. He wasted no time in dropping his pants and stepping up between her thighs. His hands ran along her legs as he gently gripped her ankles, lifting her legs up and onto his shoulders as he ground his cock against her slit, lubing himself with the ample cum he found there. He was lining himself up, his head gently parting her lips, when Teddy reached up, her hands grabbing his wrists and drawing them down to her throat where a livid bruise was already starting to appear against her pale skin. 

“Go as hard as you want,” Teddy told him as he raised an eyebrow. “Have to make sure we empty those blue-balls of yours.”

“Such a gracious host,” Gunther murmured, slowly pressing forward. His cock sunk into her snug, creamy pussy as his hands tightened around her throat, cutting off her air and making Teddy's head swim. He took it slow, rather than diving in at full speed. He was still worked up from earlier, so it wouldn't take long for him to go over the edge. He could enjoy this and still finish up before his time ran out. Slowly, he pulled himself back, his cock dragging free of Teddy's depths in a deluge of white that splattered onto the counter. 

Keeping his grip on her throat, and feeling the way her toes were curling against the back of his head, Gunther began to press back in, groaning as he found the vibrator inside of her, an extra little treat that buzzed against his sensitive head and sent tingles down his shaft. This was incredible, just what he'd needed after being so viciously edged earlier. Already he could feel his balls starting to tighten and draw up, orgasm fast approaching as he began to pick up speed, his breathing growing ragged as his hips knocked harder and harder against Teddy. 

“I'm bored!” Ben's voice was loud enough to make both Teddy and Gunther jump. It sounded like he was just outside the door, what was going on? “It's been, like... an hour and I haven't got a turn! 'm sick of waiting, we should do something else!”

There were more voices, soothing and cajoling as Ben continued to complain. Around her neck, Gunther's hands tightened, the man picking up the pace into something desperate. Each thrust of his hips making Teddy's body jerk, her breasts bouncing and her stomach tenting as he worked up into a savage rut. Beside them, the doorknob rattled, and then the door swung open. 

“No,” Gunther said, glaring angrily at Sascha and Malte as they leaned through the open bathroom door. The man was still going as hard as he could, slamming himself against Teddy with a desperation that would have made her laugh if she wasn’t moaning between desperate gasps for air. He was like Ruffy when Ben caught the Shiba with something he couldn’t have, chewing frantically as if he could finish his misdeeds before whatever was in his mouth was taken away. 

“Sorry bud,” Sascha said, somehow managing not to smile. Beside him, Malte was openly grinning at the situation. 

“Distract him for another few minutes!”

“Can’t, he’s insistent.”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

“Both?” Malte offered, a laugh bubbling under his words. “He’s not wrong, either. It’s been over an hour and we haven’t even gotten through half the party. Unless you want to be here until two a.m., we’re going to need to speed things up a little.”

“But…. but…”

Planting a hand against his chest, Teddy gently pushed Gunther back, the man stepping away with a look on his face like an injured puppy. His cock twitched madly, obviously not far from orgasm, Teddy’s cum slick along his whole length. A single bead of precum slowly dripped from his engorged head, splattering down onto the tile. 

“Get cleaned up, Teddy,” Malte offered as Sascha gently guided a covered and glum Gunther out of the bathroom and toward the drinks table. “We can stall for another minute or two while you make yourself presentable.”

Blowing her a teasing little kiss, Malte ducked out of the room and left Teddy to get ready. A quick scrub with the towel got the worst of the mess off of herself, but her panties were gone, probably taken by someone, and she could scrub her thighs clean all night, but her dripping pussy was just going to soak them again anyway. In the end, she had to step back out into the party with her arousal glistening on her pale thighs, a dead giveaway if Ben had been sober enough to notice. But her boyfriend was absolutely plastered, sprawled happily on the couch with no sign he noticed anything wrong as she came into the room. 

“Teeeeeeeddy,” he called, his voice slurred. “I ga bored, so we’re gonna do dare or truth.”

A thrill ran up Teddy’s spine, a slow dawning frisson of horrified pleasure as she looked around the room at all the men who were leering hungrily at her. The men who had spent the last hour listening to her getting fucked in the bathroom, and were ready to get their own chance with her.

"Right here? With everyone?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly. 

“Ye! It’ll be fun! We’ll spin… we’ll we…” Ben frowned, trying to concentrate on his words. “Spin the bottle.”

“To decide the order,” Leon explained helpfully as Ben nodded in agreement. “Whoever the bottle lands on gets to go. It’s fairer than if we just went in a circle.”

Ben, eager to get started, picked up his empty beer bottle and threw it at the ground while the party laughed, Leon patting his shoulder and gently trying to explain the concept to the drunken man once more.

“Well, it’s pointed at me, so I’d say it’s my turn,” one of Sascha’s friends, Lukas, said from his perch on the arm of a recliner. “Truth or dare, Teddy?”

She had known, of course, that she was going to be the center of focus. Of course, they weren’t going to waste time with each other, not when they could go right for her. The party
 had been escalating all night, and this was just the final excuse they needed. Once she ‘had’ to do what they said, it was only a matter of time until the entire party jumped onto her. The thought made her bite her lip, her thighs squeezing together. 

“Truth,” she said after a moment. It was better to start off easy. 

“How many different men have you fucked?”

The question hit her like a thunderbolt, making the redhead start guiltily and glance over at Ben. Her boyfriend was smiling at her, nodding in her general direction and giving her a thumbs up. Either he was fine with what was happening, or he was too drunk to really understand what was going on. Feeling like she was on the edge of a precipice, Teddy took a deep breath, her heart like a drum in her chest, rapid and frantic. Hopefully, he was too drunk to remember any of this in the morning…

“I don’t know the exact number,” she admitted. “But… at least this year there’s been, let me see.” She began to tick off her fingers, though she rapidly ran out. “Lennart. Sascha. Malte. Ben. Leon. All of you, obviously. Gunther-”

“I haven’t gotten to cum yet, I don’t think I even count,” the man shouted back, his friends chuckling and playfully cuffing the back of his head.

Teddy didn’t dare look at Ben as she continued to count off everyone she could remember. “Three of you in the bathroom. One of you before that. Then the guy I met on the way to the shop yesterday. The mechanic. My brother last time we met up.”

The party was silent as she continued counting, thundering past double digits without even slowing down. Next to her, Simon eased his phone out of his pocket, toggling the camera on and training the lens on Teddy’s face as she spoke. There was something about hearing her confession that was driving him crazy, his cock straining against his pants as she reeled off her body count. 

“The vet. The vet assistant. Two of the dogs currently at the vet’s office. Um… Seventy different men this year? Maybe eighty, to be safe?” she finished, giving a non-committal little shrug. It was probably slightly on the low side, but Teddy wasn’t one to brag. Even if the awed looks around her made her smile and feel warm inside, warm enough not to notice the slight guilt she felt about bragging in front of Ben. 

“Damn, girl, I’m gonna need stories one of these nights,” Malte said, breaking the silence. “I knew you were a freak, but still. You fucking go, Teddy!” 

His words seemed to break the stunned silence, and Teddy found the nearest men clapping her on the back, shaking their heads in stunned, impressed disbelief. Someone reached forward to spin the bottle, even as Teddy was handed another drink. It was another special, warm and with thick runnels of mingled cum dripping slowly down the sides.

"I'd say that's on me," Malte said as the bottle slowed down and stopped, the open mouth aiming in his general direction. Teddy nodded mid-sip, rolling the salty, rich cum back and forth over her tongue. "Truth or dare then, Teddy?"

Teddy made a show of pausing her in the middle of taking a drink, lips popping off the bottle as she swallowed. Her tongue slipped from her lips, dragging over plush dickpillows to catch any traces of cum she might possibly have missed. Despite her casual attitude, her heart was racing in her chest, knowing that Ben was watching her that very moment. Whatever was going to happen, her boyfriend was going to see it all. But the night had left her too worked up, too horny to be careful. Caution was thrown to the wind as she gave Malte a winning smile. 

“Dare.” 

“I love toys, Teddy. You know that,” Malte said, leaning back on the couch with his hands folded behind his head. “Why don't you be a dear and show these boys why. I dare you to get off with one of Ruffy's dog toys.”

“Like I haven't done that before,” Teddy snorted. “Can someone help? His box of toys is behind the couch.”

Reaching over the back of the couch, Simon came up with a hefty, looking dog toy. Shaped like a cartoon bone, it was more than a foot long, each knobbled end a good six inches across. It was tossed over to Teddy, who caught it with a quiet grunt of effort, the stiff rubber barely even wobbling. Picking her beer off the floor with one hand, she drained half the bottle in a single, long pull, her throat working as she guzzled down cum. Once she was sure she had everyone's attention, she brought the toy and bottle together, the thick cum glugging as it slowly oozed out of the mouth and washed over the toy. Grinning, Teddy took her time to completely coat one end with cum, tossing the bottle aside once it was empty. 

All eyes were on her as she brought the toy down between her spread thighs, shifting her position slightly so the whole party could see as the cum-coated bone kissed her lips, teasing them gently as she rocked her hips up against the broad, knobbled end. It was going to be a stretch, but Teddy wasn't the kind of girl who minded that. Slowly, she pressed the toy against her lips, feeling them part and the broad toy began to push into her, shoving her folds apart in a wash of cum, adding more lube to the toy. Teddy moaned out, stretching herself wider and wider, her lips thin and pale as they strained to accept the toy – and then it was in, her lips closing up around the shaft as the broad end vanished into her depths.

As the toy pressed deep, her eyelids fluttered and Teddy let them shut, cutting out anything but the sensations of that thick toy buried inside of her. The deep, aching stretch as it pushed out against her walls, the feeling of cum as it slipped around the shaft, squished and displaced as the toy worked back and forth, the friction of her lips clutching at the cum-slick shaft. It was all amazing, and she let herself embrace the sensations, just enjoying them without a hint of shame. Any hesitation, any doubt about doing this in front of her boyfriend was gone, lost to the pleasure and sensation of the huge toy gliding up and down her channel.

With her eyes closed, she didn't notice Henry slip his phone out of his pocket and quietly open the camera. She was too lost in the pleasure and humiliation to notice she was being filmed, groaning softly each time the toy squelched home, cum bubbling out around the thick, rubber shaft. The phone clicked softly, catching the scene before him as Teddy drove the dog toy deep into her cunt, a slight bulge in her stomach marking its progress. It didn't take long for Teddy to find a rhythm that worked for her, twisting the toy inside of herself until the knobbed end was rubbing against her g-spot with every in and out motion.

Her eyes may have been squeezed tightly closed, but she knew people were watching her, she could practically feel the weight of their gaze as she picked up speed, driving the toy harder and harder into herself, knocking it against the gently buzzing vibrator hard enough to make herself wince. The young redhead always loved an audience, whether it was being pushed up against the window by Ben as he fucked her, or the hungry gazes of the crowd when she pulled up her top at a concert. It drove her wild, and right now there were a dozen men who were watching her like she was nothing more than a personalized porn video. Of course, with Henry secretly snapping pictures of her, and with Malte openly filming the sight, that was far truer than she knew. 

“Getting close, boys,” she panted above the soft squelch of the toy. “Malte, would you...?”

With a sigh of disappointment, Malte flipped from the camera app back to the remote control app for the vibe. His finger hovered over the intensity slider, waiting for Teddy. “What's the magic word?”

“Max.”

Malte's finger moved, and Teddy screamed as the vibrator suddenly buzzed loud enough that the whole party could hear it, so intense it left her numb inside, yet it was still somehow painful. The pleasure was so brutal, so intense, that it was almost like pain. Teddy doubled over, gasping for breath, and with a surge of effort rammed the dog toy home. It hit the vibrator and shoved the little orb even harder against her cervix, turning her insides into water in a single moment. She came, more than once from the feel of it, but everything was a little blurry around the edges as she jerked and cried out, tears running down her cheeks from the sheer force of her orgasm, her toes curling as her muscles tensed. Her back was arched like a bow and it took all the strength she had not to yank the toy out, but instead keep it pressed into place. 

What felt like an hour passed, Teddy trapped in an endless orgasm, and then Malte flipped the vibe back down to the minimal setting, and the young woman slumped to the floor, panting as the party clapped for her. The room reeked of sex now, of feminine arousal and spilled cum, the insides of her thighs sticky with displaced seed, and the carpet damp from her show. She could have laid there for an hour, gasping for breath as her limbs trembled, heavy and unresponsive as lead. But now, in the clarity that came after an orgasm, Teddy realized there was something she had to do. With a deep breath, she turned to look at Ben, she'd ignored him for as long as she could, but she had to know what was on his face. Even if it was disgust or anger, she needed to know. Forcing her eyes open, Teddy faced her boyfriend, panic and worry making her stomach churn, and-

He was unconscious. Slumped back on the couch with an empty glass hugged against his chest like a stuffed animal. He looked cute like that, a dopey smile on his face as he lay back in the cushions.

“He passed out a few minutes ago,” Sascha said, bending down and getting an arm under the smaller man. With a grunt of effort, he lifted Ben off the couch. “Damn shame he missed the show, I know he would have loved it. But I’ll get him to your room and get him settled in bed, alright?”

“He’s okay, right?” Teddy asked, a little nervous. Even if she wasn’t the most faithful girlfriend, she absolutely loved Ben with all of her heart. Other boys might be fun to play with, but she wasn’t interested in anyone else, and she couldn't help but worry a little. 

“Absolutely fine, I told you we’re not going to let anything happen to our friend. We’ll keep an eye on him and check up on him every few minutes, don’t worry. It’s not the first time he’s passed out, either. Ask Leon about some of their college stories sometime.” 

With her boyfriend cradled in his arms, Sascha headed out of the room, pausing only to give the bottle on the floor a kick to get it spinning again. The bottle made a hollow noise as it spun and spun, slowing to point at the unluckiest lucky guy in the party. Chosen three times now, and yet without any satisfaction, Gunther pumped his fist as the bottle settled on him.

“Hell yeah! Alright, truth or d-”

“Well, we should probably just spin it again,” Teddy interrupted to general laughter, a few guys thumping Gunther on the back as others laughed into their drinks. The only person who wasn’t laughing was Gunther himself, the man pushing himself off the couch and coming toward her with a wicked-looking grin on her face. His hand reaching out to grab her throat, hauling her to her feet as he gave her a gentle squeeze. 

“Truth or dare?” he asked.

“Tru-” Teddy began, to laughter from the rest of the party, but Gunther tightened his hand. Not enough to actually hurt, but enough to make her pause. 

“Truth or dare?” he repeated, to more snickering. But there was an eagerness now, the party watching like a pack of wolves circling a deer.

“Someone’s desperate, huh?”

“Shut the hell up!” Gunther laughed, shaking his head. “I got blue-balled *twice* tonight, so I think this is only fair. Truth or dare, Teddy, and you’re going to pick dare.”

“Dare,” Teddy said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she felt a heated flush rising in her face, her heart starting to beat even faster. 

“Good choice, because I dare you to fuck everyone in this room.”