The Gods Play Dice

Dinner went about as well as it usually did. That is to say, not at all. Thomas could hardly focus as he sat down at the table. His stomach felt like it had been tied up into a knot. Besides him, his sister was once again arguing over something or the other, and he sighed as he tried to block her out. The last hour or so before his unlocking was always the worst.

“Oh, don’t be a such baby,” said their mother.

“But it feels really weird,” said Sarah.

“Just three-quarters of an inch, that’s all,” said their mother, “And besides, you can always take them out before bed.”

“But like, everyday?” said Sarah, “Even at school? Like, every time I sit down, it just keeps pressing up against the front and…”

She trailed off, and Thomas could almost hear the shift in her voice as her cheeks turned color. Or imagine in this case, since he wasn’t exactly paying attention right now for what it was worth. Even if she was his sister, Sarah was still Sarah, and the longer he had to listen to her complain, the worse his headache got. And all their mother had done was bring up the usual suggestion again of buying her a new set of ben wa balls to replace the old ones that she had received around the time he had been locked up.

Sarah scowled, and their mother shrugged her shoulders. Thomas stared down at the table in despair. It was just another one of their normal dinnertime routines. Constant arguing that never seemed to cease, regardless of the subject matter at hand. He poked at the food on his plate again with his fork. They were having spaghetti with white sauce today, and pulling apart the noodles one by one, he watched as the oily substance slowly dripped off each strand to gather down below. Thick and viscous, just like…

“Anyways, I just hate how it feels afterwards,” said Sarah, “Like, it’s all swollen up and hard.”

“How about a buttplug then?” said their mother, “That way, it’ll only be your-…”

“No,” said Sarah.

“Or a maybe clit vibrator-…,” said their mother.

“No,” said Sarah.

“A nipple clamp-…,” said their mother.

“Gods no,” said Sarah, rolling her eyes as she groaned, “That’s even worse.”

Given the current state of her breasts, it didn’t exactly take a genius to figure out that her nipples were probably still sore. Sarah crossed her arms in silence, and the two of them continued to stare at each other from across the table. Mother and daughter, locked together in a battle of ideological will. Then, their mother blinked once, and she let out a sigh as she finally gave up.

“What do you want then?” she said, “You can’t just go with nothing at all.”

“And why not?” said Sarah.

“Because it wouldn’t be fair for your brother if you get to skip out,” said their mother, “And besides, it’s not like you even have that much to complain about. I get that it’s frustrating, but it’s probably even worse for him since he’s a boy, and he has to hold it in as well.”

There was a short pause, and Sarah hesitated as she tried to think of a response. For the first time since the argument had started, Thomas looked up in interest. Beyond just the usual weekly practice of having her suck him off, they were also required to meet a certain quota every day after school. Endurance training for him, and Kegel exercises for her. Which they both naturally resented, but the only other option was a punishment spanking bent over the arms of the couch. After which they would both be forced to go through the entire thing again anyways, only with a sore bottom this time around.

Double exercises for the both of them if either one of them messed up. It had only happened a couple of times before, but it hadn’t taken long after that for them to start holding each other accountable. Thus, it was probably for the best that Sarah finally surrendered. Shifting in her seat, she mumbled under her breath as she stabbed down at her plate with her fork.

“The ben wa balls then,” she said, “Just don’t get the ones that are pink.”

“How about blue?” said their mother.

“Blue is fine,” mumbled Sarah, “No bumps though. Bumps are the worst.”

Their mother nodded in sympathy, and Sarah looked back down towards the table. Then, with that out of the way, it was back to dinner as usual. Mostly just for their mother though, since after that short conversation, Sarah seemed to have grown just as out of it as well. Thomas couldn’t blame her. After two entire weeks of being locked up, his prostate was already starting to feel like it was about to burst. With the amount of fluids stored up inside, he didn’t even want to think about how it would feel to have something constantly pressing up against it like Sarah had to do with her g-spot at school.

Still, the thoughts filled his head. It was impossible not to imagine it. How she felt every day as she bent over in the mornings to slowly insert the two round spheres into her tunnel. Then, after walking around all day with the weight of the toys pressing up against her walls, to finally take them out again all without being able to cum. No wonder she hated it every time he rolled her rear. Especially if he was unable to finish within the allocated time, and they had to wait another week to try once more. All of the buildup and none of the pleasure, with her clit left untouched the entire time without any stimulation at all. At least he got to feel something, even if most of the times it was hardly enough.

Blushing, he forced himself to turn away before Sarah caught him staring. His member throbbed inside his chastity cage as he shifted in his seat. One last stretch of silence as he waited about awkwardly, and then it was finally time to clear up the table. Walking over to dump his plate into the trash, he returned to his spot again to find the dice already set out for him along with the bowl. Sarah rolled first, and he groaned as he saw the results.

One.

“Crap,” said Sarah.

Well, a one wasn’t too terrible, so long as he could…

In hindsight, he really shouldn’t have said that. Famous last words for someone with his luck. His own die landed right beside the first, and then a moment later, staring right back at him was his very own pair of snake eyes, taunting him for his failure. One and one, making two in total. Meaning that all he would be getting today was a half-hearted handjob with absolutely no chance of being able to cum.

Sitting beside him, Sarah seemed about equally dejected as she looked over at the results.

“Didn’t I tell you to roll higher last time?” she said.

Thomas said nothing to that.

“Well, at least it’s not a twelve,” sighed Sarah, “Let’s just get this over with then.”

A twelve would have given him at least a fifty percent chance of being able to finish. For now though, it hardly seemed to matter as Sarah reached down to strip free of her shirt. Reluctantly, Thomas did the same. He tried not to look this time as she turned around and bent over. The last thing he needed right now was to tease himself any more than he already was. Their mother walked forward to unlock his chastity cage, he groaned as his member sprung free. Already, there was a drop of precum clinging to the tip, and he shivered as it slowly rolled down to gather against his frenulum. It was the only thing that would be coming out of him today, after which he would be locked up again without relief.

As Sarah got down on her knees in front of him, he closed his eyes in despair. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, and he shuddered as she blew him a kiss. Her lips stopped less than half an inch away from the tip of his glands, and his frustration shot up even more as his eyes moved down over her breasts. Down below, he could just make out the smooth skin of her vulva along with the cleft of her slit.

“Try not to hold back this time and let it all out,” she said.

Her hand moved up for the first stroke, and Thomas grit his teeth. That felt good. Way too good to just be a handjob. Sarah did it again, and he closed his eyes in frustration. As their mother got up to fill the bowl with ice, he desperately wondered whether he would be able to make it through the next week. It hardly seemed to matter in the moment though, as Sarah brought her other hand up to gently massage his balls.

Another drop of precum, another week of denial. Another frustrating night of being unable to sleep as his dreams were plagued with the mental image of his sister bent over in front of him, naked and on all fours. And as his member leaked and leaked and leaked inside the crushing confines of his cage, there would be nothing he could do but groan as she shook her hips from side to side, taunting him all the while.

Counting down from sixty inside his head, Thomas desperately wished for his suffering to be over.