There was plenty of sun at the SMOKEOUT weekend in Las Vegas this year, and plenty of wet fun in the hotel rooms, including two excellent Piss Poker games, with a wide variety of wagers, such as bondage, paddling, flogging, rimming, role-play, cbt, and a whole lot of piss.
The first game was on Friday afternoon, starting promptly at 1 pm. We didn’t take a lot of pictures, but some of the wagers were memorable.
As usual, we started with simple wagers like “Winner loses an article of clothing, winner gets a wafer.” or “Loser licks winner’s armpits.”. Other wagers encouraged the drinking of large quantities of water or beer (loser’s choice).
But pain and punishment wagers were soon added. Several folks got their butt spanked. Each wager called for specific implements and intensities, ranging from six ‘moderate’ swats with a fur-lined ping-pong paddle to ten strokes with a pain stick.
One player wasn’t paying close attention to the wager: “Winner pisses on loser, dressed as they are”. Surprise! We let him remove his shoes and electronics, but his pants and shirt were nicely soaked, and were still damp when he left the party hours later.
Cumulative wagers were a feature. I personally was a victim of this, losing what sounded like a simple, mild wager; “Loser gets his hands cuffed behind his back, and must play as best he can like that until he wins a hand.” The guys held my cards for me and it was easy enough to play, until I lost the next hand: “Loser is gagged and blindfolded, until he wins…” Now the guys had to hold my cards, and guess what i wanted to discard. I think they were playing fair, but it’s hard for me to know for sure. Several more hands were played, which I neither won nor lost, so I was unable to enjoy watching others getting spanked, pegged, fed piss, etc. Then I lost another hand: “Loser wears tit clamps, etc.” I should mention that earlier I had selected a very mild pair of plastic tit-clips for another wager, but the guys weren’t going to accept that this time. No, the metal clamps were applied, and i squirmed through several more hands.
“Loser gets stripped naked.” I stood and let them ignominiously remove my remaining garments. As I sat back down, someone noticed that the gag was making me drool into my lap.
“Loser drinks 12 ounces of water or other beverage.” I lost again, but they “generously” deferred the wager until my mouth was available. The same was applied when I lost a cock-sucking wager. The guys were getting creative now: “Loser gets kicked in the perineum (the ‘taint’)”. When I lost that one, I serious considered eating a wafer. But while I was considering, the hand winner was putting on one of his boots, and the other guys were positioning me, holding my legs apart so he could get a good swing.
So now I’m bound, gagged, and writhing in moderate pain, so I don’t even hear the next wager, but apparently the outcome of it was that I got to transfer one item of my bondage to the loser of the hand. I somehow indicated that I wanted to lose those tit clamps. I think them removing the clamps might have hurt worse than the kick.
Anyway, I won the next hand and got to remove everything. I drank the water, sucked the cock, and plotted my revenge.
“Loser wears a spiked cock-and-ball harness.” I had brought that toy, and knew that the spikes on the inside of the leather strap wouldn’t pierce the skin, but were sharp enough to constantly remind the wearer that they were there. We also had a wager involving a parachute ball harness, but the loser of that one had such big balls that we couldn’t fasten it in place. The winner had fun trying to, though.
The next wager: “Loser gets pissed on by everyone who needs to piss.” As it happens, the loser himself needed to piss most badly of all. He stood in the shower and ‘aimed up’ a bit, but we weren’t satisfied, so we had him piss in a cup and…
Let’s see, what else happened? There was the “Loser licks the butt of all the other players” wager; for that we made use of a convenient rim chair. It took a while, as there was no formal time limit for each player to ride the loser’s tongue, but the other players amused themselves (and one another) meanwhile.
There was a role play wager: “Winner, as straight punk, gets a blow job from the loser, as an ‘unwilling’ faggot”. Both the intensity of language and the aggressiveness of the face-fucking were very well recreated.
A popular wager: “Loser gets gagged with the winner’s piss-wet jockstrap.” [Safety tip; to prevent choking, never gag someone with a dry cloth gag, only a wet one.] Of course, first the loser had to climb in the tub and let us all wet down the jock. Then it was back to the table and keep playing.
There was a wager where the loser got two minutes of blindfolded ‘sensation play’ by all players. The tools used included a Wartenberg Wheel, several clothes brushes, a flick-whip, and some very talented fingers.
And so on. We played for about 3 hours, and there was another game on Saturday afternoon, with fewer players and no photos, but equal intensity. One interesting feature of that game was that one guy arrived quite late, and had to strip down immediately (“to match the nakedest player at the table”). He claimed to be familiar with the rules, but it must have all been a bit of a blur for him, as he was getting pissed on and getting his ass rimmed before he had been in the room ten minutes.
I imagine we will play again at SMOKEOUT next year, and I might host a game or two later this summer. But of course, now you know the rules, you can organize your own game. Maybe use the Yellow and Black chat group on Signal to find players.
See you at the poker table, men!
5/4/2025