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Wemmbu had already considered himself lucky the moment he and Parrot finally stopped dancing around their feelings and decided to make things official.
Not that it changed much.
They were still hopelessly gone for each other—still yearning, just now with the added privilege of being allowed to kiss about it.
And honestly?
Parrot was one hell of a catch.
He was gorgeous. Intelligent. A world champion in chess, for heaven's sake.
What Wemmbu hadn't expected was discovering that his boyfriend apparently collected achievements the way other people collected souvenirs.
"Wait, wait, wait," Wemmbu said, staring at him. "You're telling me you're an Olympic-level archer too?"
Parrot shrugged as if he'd just admitted to owning an extra pair of socks.
"I used to compete."
"Used to compete?" Wemmbu repeated blankly. "Parrot, normal people say they used to play sports. You say you used to compete and suddenly it turns out you've represented your country."
A laugh escaped Parrot.
Wemmbu pointed accusingly at him.
"No. No laughing. This is serious. Every week I find out something new about you."
"You've only just asked."
" I didn't think I'd need a background check on my own boyfriend."
Parrot's smile widened.
Wemmbu groaned dramatically before leaning closer.
"Fine. Since you're apparently good at everything, can you teach me chess?"
"Chess?"
"Yeah."
Parrot raised an eyebrow. "You want the world champion to teach you?"
"Exactly. Free lessons. Boyfriend privileges."
For a moment, Parrot simply looked at him before his expression softened.
"Alright," he said. "But don't blame me when you get addicted to it."
Wemmbu grinned.
"Too late. I'm already addicted to one grandmaster."
Little did the beauty know that his little birdie was a cunning perverted bastard.
The purple-haired model was currently beginning to suspect his boyfriend might have a few screws loose. Or perhaps a whole toolbox of them.
Because Parrot had ordered him to sit at the chessboard, wearing nothing but a loose button-up shirt that hung open, exposing his chest and the fragile, black lace of his underwear. He was trembling, his breath coming in shallow hitches as Parrot pressed a slim, remote-controlled vibrator between Wemmbu's legs. He felt the cool, slick silicone tip slide against his soaking wet cunt, teasing the entrance before Parrot pushed it inside with a firm, decisive shove.
"Parrot, what are you—oh fuck!" Wemmbu gasped, his back arching.
"Shh. We're here to learn," Parrot said, his voice calm, low, and infuriatingly amused.
Wemmbu’s toes curled as the vibrator pushed deeper, settling against a spot that made his vision swim. But Parrot wasn't finished. He pulled out another toy—this one thicker, with a wicked, slight curve—and pressed it firmly against Wemmbu's tight asshole.
"Wait, that's—nnngh!"
"Lessons start now," Parrot murmured. He slid the second vibrator inside with a slick, obscene squelch that echoed in the quiet room. Wemmbu shuddered violently, his internal muscles clenching around the sudden intrusion.
Wemmbu was stuffed. Two vibrators, both humming faintly but not yet fully active, were buried deep in his cunt and his ass. He sat on the padded chair, legs forced wide apart, feeling utterly exposed. The only thing between him and total humiliation was the chessboard on the table.
"A-are we really doing this?" Wemmbu's voice cracked, a pathetic whimper escaping him.
"We are." Parrot sat across from him, sliding a pawn forward. "White starts. This is a pawn. It moves one square forward, except on the first move, where it can move two. Or it can capture diagonally."
Wemmbu stared at the board, his mind already starting to haze over, focused entirely on the heavy, stretching presence of the toys inside him.
"I—pawn, right. Okay." He reached for a pawn of his own, his hand shaking so badly he could barely grip the wood.
Parrot's thumb hovered over the remote. "Good. Now, I'm going to start the game. And I'm going to start the vibrations."
Flick.
The vibrator in Wemmbu's cunt buzzed to life first—a low, steady thrum that sent a jolt of electricity straight to his brain. He jerked in his seat, his hand slamming into the table and scattering a piece.
"Parrot! Haaah... stop!"
"Focus," Parrot said, utterly calm. "It's your move. You moved your pawn in the wrong direction. You must move it forward, not sideways."
Wemmbu's face burned. He looked down at the board, but the buzzing in his pussy was making it hard to see. Then, the vibrator in his ass kicked on—a deeper, rumbly pulse that resonated through his entire pelvis, hitting his prostate with every vibration. Wemmbu's mouth fell open, a loud, needy moan tearing from his throat.
"I—I can't—nnngh... mmmph!"
"You can," Parrot said, his voice dripping with affection and wicked intent. "You're smarter than this. You just need to ignore the distraction."
"Easier said—ah!—when you're vibrating my insides, you absolute maniac!"
Parrot laughed, a soft, warm sound, and leaned forward. "Focus. You're playing a Sicilian Defense. I opened with e4. Your response should be c5."
"C5... c5..." Wemmbu squinted, trying to remember the coordinates, but the vibrations began to alternate—thrum-pulse-thrum-pulse—creating a rhythmic torture that had his cock hardening instantly, a thick bead of precum leaking onto his thigh.
He reached for a bishop, but Parrot caught his wrist, his grip firm. "That's a bishop. It moves diagonally only. Move the pawn in front of your queen's knight. That's the one."
Wemmbu nudged the pawn forward, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Like... like this?"
"Better," Parrot whispered, and suddenly turned the speed to maximum.
The buzz doubled into a violent roar. Wemmbu's hips bucked involuntarily, his ass clenching desperately around the toy, his cunt gripping the other in a series of frantic spasms. A loud, unrestrained moan tore from his throat: "OH GOD! HAAAH!"
"I—I don't remember what I just moved," he admitted, his voice completely wrecked.
"That's okay. We'll go again." Parrot captured a pawn that Wemmbu hadn't even noticed was undefended. "This is a great learning tool. You'll retain nothing except the feeling of being full."
Wemmbu groaned, dropping his forehead onto the wooden board with a thud. The pieces rattled. "I hate you... nnngh... I hate you so much."
"No you don't."
"You're right, I don't... ah!... but I will if you don't let me come soon!"
Parrot's grin widened. "Then you'll have to win this game first."
Wemmbu squirmed, his body vibrating in sync with the machines inside him. Every time Parrot moved a piece, the vibrations spiked, sending waves of pleasure through him that left him drooling and dazed.
"This is impossible," Wemmbu whimpered, tears of arousal blurring his vision. "I can't think when you're—mmmph!"
"Shh." Parrot reached under the table and pulled out a small velvet pouch. "I have a surprise for you."
He opened the pouch, revealing different custom-made pieces: a rook, a knight, a bishop, and a queen—all made from glossy, flesh-colored silicone, each with a weighted base and a built-in motor.
Wemmbu's eyes widened. "What... what are those?"
"Chess pieces," Parrot said calmly. "Designed to fit perfectly inside you."
He reached forward and pulled out the two generic vibrators with two wet, loud pops. Wemmbu gasped at the sudden emptiness, his holes twitching and longing for the pressure.
"Now," Parrot said, coating the rook in thick lube. "This one goes in your cunt."
He pressed the cool silicone against Wemmbu's slick folds and pushed. The rook slid in inch by inch, its ridged base stretching him wide until it nestled snug against his lips. Wemmbu shuddered, his voice a high-pitched whine.
"There." Parrot turned the rook on low. "Now your pussy is holding my rook. Captured."
He picked up the knight—curved and bulbous—and circled it around Wemmbu's asshole. "And this one's for your tight little hole."
The knight pushed past his sphincter with a wet slide, the curve pressing directly against his prostate. Wemmbu cried out, his back arching violently as Parrot seated it deep.
"Two pieces," Parrot murmured, fingers dancing over the exposed bases. "Now, let's continue. Every time you make a wrong move, I add another piece."
Wemmbu's mind was a fog. The rook buzzed against his g-spot, the knight rumbled against his prostate, and Parrot's voice was a distant hum. Wemmbu tried to move a pawn—wrong move.
Parrot clicked his tongue and picked up the bishop—long and tapered. He pushed it deep into Wemmbu's cunt alongside the rook.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Wemmbu screamed, the double penetration of vibration stretching him to his limit. Before he could recover, Parrot added the queen—thick and heavy—into his ass alongside the knight.
Damn that bird! He inserted two at once—-
Four vibrating pieces now filled him completely, each buzzing at a different frequency. It was a symphony of pleasure that short-circuited his brain.
"Now," Parrot said, unzipping his pants and freeing his rock-hard cock, "I'm going to fuck you with these pieces inside you. Every thrust will push them deeper."
He positioned himself behind Wemmbu, lifted his hips, and pressed the head of his cock against the queen's base—using it as a handle to ram the piece even deeper into Wemmbu's ass. Then he thrust.
Squelch.
His cock slid into the tight space alongside the queen and knight, creating a cacophony of silicone and flesh. Wemmbu was lost. He couldn't speak; he could only moan and drool as Parrot fucked him senseless.
He never did win that chess match.
But he came so hard he saw stars, his body convulsing as Parrot held him through every shudder, whispering, "That's my pretty boy. You learned exactly what I wanted you to.”
Parrot's hips continued their relentless rhythm, each thrust driving the queen deeper into Wemmbu's ass while the other pieces shifted and buzzed inside him. The strategist's body was a vessel for silicone and vibration, his holes stretched full, his mind scattered like the chess pieces that had tumbled off the board.
"Did you learn anything?" Parrot repeated, his voice calm despite the wet slap of his cock sliding against the queen's base. He reached around and pressed his thumb against the rook's base where it nestled in Wemmbu's cunt, pushing it deeper, grinding it against his g-spot. "I asked you a question, pretty boy."
Wemmbu tried to form words, but all that came out was a strangled moan. His tongue lolled, drool dripping onto the fur rug beneath him. The lingerie—black lace, now soaked with sweat and cum—clung to his trembling frame. His torn bralette hung loose, one nipple exposed, milk still beading at the tip and dripping down his stomach.
"Cat got your tongue?" Parrot chuckled, slowing his thrusts to a maddening pace. He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained, then pushed back in slowly, deliberately, letting Wemmbu feel every ridge of the queen vibrating against his prostate. "Let me help you remember. What's the first move of the Game?"
Wemmbu's eyes rolled back. The knight buzzed against his prostate from the inside while the rook hummed against his g-spot. The bishop and queen added their own frequencies—a discordant symphony that rattled his bones.
"E-e-four... nnngh... e-four!" Wemmbu gasped, the words torn from his throat.
"Good boy." Parrot rewarded him with a sharp thrust that made the pieces jump inside him. "And what does Black typically reply?"
"E... e-five... haaah!" Wemmbu's voice cracked as the queen shifted, its flared head pressing against his deepest spot.
"Perfect." Parrot's hand slid up Wemmbu's chest, fingers finding the exposed nipple. He pinched and twisted it hard, milking a stream of white that arced across the rug. "Now. Let's practice the opening. Move your pieces."
Wemmbu's hand trembled as he reached for the scattered board. His fingers, slick with sweat and lube, could barely grasp a pawn. The pawn dropped from his grip.
"Wrong move," Parrot said softly. He pulled his cock out entirely, ignoring Wemmbu's desperate whimper of loss. He reached for the fallen pawn—a custom piece of its own—and coated it with lube. "You dropped it. Mistakes have consequences."
He pressed the pawn against Wemmbu's lips. "Open."
Wemmbu obeyed, his mouth falling open. Parrot slid the pawn inside, letting it rest on his tongue. It was heavy, the base pressing against the roof of his mouth.
"Hold it there," Parrot instructed. "And try again. If you drop it, I add another piece to your pussy or your ass."
He positioned himself again and thrust forward with a violent force. The impact jolted through Wemmbu's entire body; the pawn rattled against his teeth. Wemmbu's hand shook as he managed to push a pawn forward two squares. E4.
"Good," Parrot breathed, his pace steady and punishing. "Now Black's response."
Wemmbu dragged the black pawn forward. E5.
"Excellent." Parrot's voice was warm with approval as he hammered into him, the queen grinding into his prostate. "Now. Knight to F3."
But now, with the pawn in his mouth, the milk leaking from his nipple, and four vibrators stretching his holes while Parrot's cock slid in and out of him, he couldn't remember which knight was which. His hand hovered over the board, trembling violently.
"Tick tock," Parrot murmured. "You have five seconds. Or I add the king to your ass."
Wemmbu's fingers seized the nearest knight and moved it blindly. It landed on F3.
"Good." Parrot's hand cupped his chin, tilting his face up. "See? You can learn even when you're full of cock and toys. Now. Black plays Knight to C6. Your move."
Wemmbu reached for his other knight, but he knocked over a rook in the process. It clattered to the floor.
"Ah." Parrot clicked his tongue. "That's a mistake. Which hole gets the king?"
Wemmbu whimpered around the pawn in his mouth, tears pricking his eyes. He was so full, so stretched. The thought of the king—the thickest piece—made his hole clench involuntarily around the queen.
"P-please... mmph..." The word was garbled around the pawn.
"Please what?" Parrot's thrusts slowed, teasingly. "Please add it to your pussy? Or your ass?"
Wemmbu sobbed, his body racked with shivers. He couldn't choose. His cunt was already stuffed with the rook and bishop; his ass was packed with the knight and queen. There was barely room for Parrot's cock.
"That's okay," Parrot whispered, soft and cruel. "I'll choose for you."
He pulled out, earning a desperate whimper from Wemmbu. He grabbed the king piece—long, thick, crowned at the tip—and coated it in lube. Then he pressed it against Wemmbu's cunt, alongside the rook and bishop.
"This will be tight," he said, and pushed.
Wemmbu screamed into the pawn in his mouth. The king forced its way past his already stretched lips, spreading him wider than he thought possible. Three pieces in his cunt. Three in his ass. The king's crown pressed directly against his cervix.
"There." Parrot seated the king deep, its flared base snug against his folds. "Now you have a full board. One piece in your mouth. Three in your pussy. Three in your ass. Seven pieces on my side of the board. Let's see if you can still play."
He resumed fucking—his cock sliding into Wemmbu's ass alongside the queen and knight. The additional pressure from the king in his cunt made every movement push and pull against everything inside him. The vibrations overlapped into a singular, humming roar that made Wemmbu's vision white out.
Wemmbu screamed into the pawn in his mouth, a muffled, desperate sound that vibrated through his entire skull. The king was an absolute monster of a piece, and as Parrot forced it into his cunt alongside the rook and bishop, Wemmbu felt his internal walls stretch to a breaking point. He wasn't just full; he was overflowing.
The sheer pressure triggered a biological response he couldn't control. His breasts, already heavy and aching, surged. A thick, creamy stream of milk sprayed from his exposed nipple, arcing across the chessboard and splashing over the black and white squares.
"Look at you," Parrot groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're leaking everywhere. You're so sex-drunk you can't even hold your own milk in."
Parrot didn't wait for a response. He slammed back into Wemmbu’s ass, his cock sliding in alongside the queen and the knight. The sensation was catastrophic. With three vibrating pieces in his pussy and three in his ass, Wemmbu’s mind didn't just go foggy—it completely dissolved. He entered a state of pure, animalistic arousal, his eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, his consciousness drifting in a sea of white noise and humming silicone.
He was drunk on it. Every thrust from Parrot felt like a wave of heat crashing over him, washing away his thoughts, his name, and his dignity.
"Your turn," Parrot gasped, his breath hot against Wemmbu's neck. "Bishop... to... C4. Move it, you dripping little slut."
Wemmbu’s hand moved like it belonged to someone else. He was floating, his body feeling heavy and liquid. He could feel the milk continuing to drip—drip, drip, drip—from his nipples, pooling on the rug and mixing with the lube that was leaking from his overstretched holes. He felt utterly ruined, a broken vessel for Parrot's pleasure.
His fingers brushed the bishop. He didn't remember why he was moving it, or what "C4" even meant. He just wanted the friction to stop and start at the same time. He slid the piece.
Correct.
"Good boy," Parrot roared, his voice guttural. "So fucking perfect."
Parrot's pace became violent, a frantic hammering that drove the king deeper into Wemmbu's cervix and the queen deeper into his prostate. The friction was immense, the wet, slapping sound of their pelvises colliding echoing like gunfire in the room.
Wemmbu was sobbing now, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the sensory overload. He was peaking, his body vibrating in sync with the toys. As Parrot let out a strangled groan and flooded Wemmbu's ass with a hot, thick torrent of seed, Wemmbu's own climax hit him like a physical blow.
"MMMPH!!"
He bucked violently, his cunt and ass clamping down on the six pieces with crushing force. At the exact moment of release, both of his nipples sprayed violently, two twin jets of white milk shooting across the board, coating the remaining chess pieces in a sticky, creamy glaze. The pawn finally popped out of his mouth, flying across the room as he screamed a wordless, shattered sound of total surrender.
For a long time, neither of them moved. Wemmbu lay there, chest heaving, his mind completely blank. He was in a post-orgasmic stupor, the "sex-drunk" haze settling over him like a heavy blanket. He could feel the seed leaking out of him, mixing with the milk and lube to create a glistening, translucent mess on his thighs.
Parrot slowly slid out, the sound a loud, wet schlick. He looked down at Wemmbu—purple hair splayed across the rug, body trembling, leaking from every possible orifice.
"Did I even learn anything?" Wemmbu croaked. His voice sounded like it was coming from miles away. He felt heavy, warm, and completely empty in the head.
Parrot leaned down, licking a drop of milk off Wemmbu's collarbone before whispering into his ear, "You learned that you're my favorite toy."
One by one, Parrot began to extract the pieces. Each one came out with a sickeningly wet pop, leaving Wemmbu gasping, his body twitching as the vacuum of the silicone left his hypersensitive walls. The king came first, followed by the bishop and rook, leaving his cunt gaping and dripping. Then the queen and knight, leaving his ass feeling hollow and raw.
Parrot picked up the pawn from the floor, licked the mixture of saliva and milk off it, and slid it into his pocket.
"I'm keeping this one," Parrot smirked, glancing at the milk-stained chessboard. "And we're definitely keeping the board. I think we need to practice more tomorrow."
Wemmbu just groaned, closing his eyes and sinking further into the blissful, mindless fog. He didn't care about chess. He just wanted to stay in this drunk, ruined state forever.