We had a great game of “Strip Poker, San Francisco Rules” last Wednesday. We had eight players total, which meant sometimes there weren’t enough cards for everyone to draw as many as they wanted, but nobody minded. And often enough one or two players were dealt out of a hand, while paying off some forfeit or otherwise busy.
A few of us were familiar with Piss Poker from past games; others had never been to a party like this before. No complete piss virgins, though.
Two guys knew nothing about poker, but they didn’t slow down the card play, although sometimes the guys sitting next to them trying to explain poker strategy did. But again, not a problem.
We played cards indoors, sometimes using a plastic kiddie pool in the garage for piss showers, but mostly paying forfeits and playing around in the back yard (despite intermittent drizzle).
Because there were so many players, we started out by giving everyone one of those “waiver/wafers” — the soda crackers that could be used any time someone wanted to back out of paying up a forfeit (win or lose). In fact, nobody ever used a waiver over the course of the afternoon, but I think this is a good way to guarantee consent, just in case.
As usual, the winner of each hand dealt and set the wager for the following hand. If people had trouble thinking of wagers, they could refer to folded up slips of paper holding wagers suggested in advance.
Early wagers were light, as usual: “loser loses one article of clothing, winner gets a wafer”; “loser licks winner’s tits”; “loser drinks 12 ounces of water”, etc.. When someone set the wager as “loser loses two articles of clothing,” one player was shocked that that was allowed. Modesty was soon discarded, though: Two hands later, the wager was “loser strips bareass”.
A few minutes after that, a latecomer arrived at the door. He was welcomed, and informed that, as per the rules, he had to immediately strip to match the nakedest guy at the table, which he promptly and happily did. So now the table had a couple of guys baring all, and a couple of guys still fully clothed, and others somewhere in between. That always feels kinky, I think.
We played a few more hands and had a round or two of beverages. Most guys drank water, or electrolyte-enhanced water (which “propels” you to piss, they say). And then it was piss wager time: loser must suck the piss out of winner’s piss-wet jock or underwear. This was admittedly a little ambiguous, but the winner stood in the pool and had all sides of his tightey-whiteys soaked down by multiple players. I think the loser expected to be then handed the briefs to chew on, but instead the winner decided to just sit in a chair outside and let the loser kneel and suck out the juice from the cotton wrapped around a hard dick. Knowing that the loser was tasting the piss of several guys at once, not to mention the residual sweat and funk of the well-worn underpants, made that a nice, nasty wager to get folks going.
A few hands later came a wager that called for the loser to eat the winner’s clean ass “voraciously”. We watched amused as the winner enjoyed having his butt tongued, but some players claimed that the rimming wasn’t sufficiently enthusiastic. Back went the tongue, darting in and out rapid-fire, and stretching in extra-deep, until everyone was satisfied that a level of voraciousness had been achieved.
There were a couple of other rimming wagers paid up during the game, including one where the loser was restrained, face up on the exercise bench, taking on all interested players. The winner reminded him, as he was applying the wrist and ankle shackles, that the requirement that the asses be clean was not part of this forfeit, and the loser acknowledged that he was prepared to serve any ass, even one recently filled with a load of cum and/or piss.
There was a “winner administers an over-the-lap spanking” wager, although it turned out to be more practical to bend the loser over the exercise bench, and have the spanking applied by someone delegated the task by the winner. Indeed, the substitute spanker was quite expert, and in a mere 10 or so whacks had the loser’s ass pink and tender and sore. Maybe the fact that we freely pissed on the ass as it was getting slapped helped, I’m not sure.
As usual, we stretched the literal text of a wager a bit sometimes. “Loser drinks winner’s piss” seems clear, but positioning the loser on his back and then discovering that the winner didn’t actually need to piss was seen simply an opportunity for everyone to fill the loser’s mouth at the same time. OK, some went up his nose and one guy aimed at the loser’s dick instead, but he drank all the rest.
At one point, the dealer set the wager as “loser sucks each player’s dick for 30 seconds, but not yet. Let’s take a break first.” Then followed about 30 minutes of free play, filled with fully-voluntary cock-sucking, fucking, rimming and piss-soaking. As host, it pained me be to call everyone back to the table, but we had lots of nasty wagers still to be played, starting with a carefully-timed round-robin of fellatio, as wagered.
One wager submitted in advance was “everyone pisses on a piece of bread or cookie, and loser eats it.” We started with a nice dry end-slice of whole wheat; multiple different piss-streams soaked it to complete sogginess, and it was brought gently up to the loser’s mouth. He took a nice big bite, and obediently chewed and swallowed, but there was plenty left for others to be fed, Someone grabbed a Ding-Dong from the refreshment table and got it soaked down as well. In the end, I think everyone was given a taste of either whole-wheat or chocolate nastiness.
The sling got used a bit, although not for any specific wager. Late in the afternoon the rim-chair at the far end of the back yard got put to use, with the rimmee enjoying the tongue so much that he started getting inventive, twisting tits and whacking dick to encourage deeper penetration. He called the rimmer a dirty pig, and reinforced that by rubbing dried leaves and dirt on the guy’s chest and crotch, getting him dirty everywhere, including deep between his legs. He stood up long enough to soak the supine man head to toe, and to force a dirty toe or three into his mouth. then sat back forcefully on the pig’s tongue and smeared the piss-mud everywhere he could reach. The hose had to be used to get the loser clean enough to go back indoors.
Folks didn’t use a lot of toys: various floggers and slappers went unused. The ever-popular “loser wears tit-clamps until he wins a hand” never even got suggested. Nobody wanted to bother with the hot wax. But that didn’t mean no pain. Tits got pinched to just before the guy would have called for a wafer. A guy took a dildo up his ass that he was sure was too big for him; he had to re-lube it in his mouth several times before it slid into his butt, and even then he couldn’t keep it in very long. I saw somebody’s ass had been turned purple somehow; I might have been busy doing something else when that happened.
There were no deferred wagers; several folks admitted regretfully that they would not be able to attend the Folsom Street Fair on Sunday. But as the game broke up, it was clear that “everyone was a winner”, and looked forward to a rematch soon.
So start thinking up new and kinkier wagers, guys, and I’ll see you at the poker table!
