Master had a cruel sense of humor sometimes. In a past life he’d been a Grand Master at the game, easily defeating his opponents even without his powers, but the game had long since lost it’s interest to him.

At least as any intellectual challenge. It still held his interest in other ways though, for example when he told us that he’d bed the winner of the game that night.

Unfortunately neither of us could comprehend the rules, or even figure out what to do first, so instead we sat on our stools, furiously masturbating as we looked at the board and hoped he would take pity on us sooner rather than later.

Of course he wouldn’t, instead leaving us there for hours on the edge of both our seats and orgasm, unable to cross over either.