Playing the Doorknob Game with someone that's asexual [MF] – Adorime
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Playing the Doorknob Game with someone that's asexual [MF]

Jan 17, 2025

Jordan Zhou

I love telling people about the Doorknob Game.

It's this perfect blend of sadism and creativity, and it's my little way of showing off, letting them come to the conclusion that I'm a genius or a monster.

The whole idea started over 10 years ago. I was introduced to Consensual Nonconsent play by a woman that loved to wrestle. If you didn't pin her, she didn't fuck you. And she really, really wanted to win.

I was honestly a bit surprised at how much my desire to win amplified my desire to fuck her, leading to an incredible intense scene that I still think about a decade later.

I got caught up chasing that sensation, trying to find a good struggle play partner, someone that would make me EARN it. But ultimately, so many of my CNC scenes were flawed, because the woman I was playing with didn't just want to struggle, but also wanted to fuck. The desire for dick eventually outweighed the desire to struggle.

Rather unexpectedly, Remy LaCroix gave me an amazing idea.

For those unfamiliar with her career, her first-ever porn video was done by the BDSM-friendly company The Armory. It starts with her naked and posing in the basement dungeon.

"We'll give you $5,000 if you can get out of this room in three minutes, from when I say go," a woman's voice off-camera says.

Honestly, I don't know if that was scripted, as Remy is a gifted actress. But her face lights up. She starts to run, only to have the four male talents from the scene catch her, toy with her, drag her down, tie her up and fuck her.

It's an amazing scene.

The dual motivation fascinated me, along with the clear victory conditions. I could see it working in a hotel room, but I knew that it would be rare to find a woman OK escaping a room while naked.

So the Doorknob Game was born.

I made it simple. I stand in front of the door of a hotel room, the prey stands on the other side of the room. We start, and if she can touch the doorknob before I cum inside of her, she wins a prize.

I'm not as flush as the Armory, and I'm not fucking women for a profit-based endeavor. So usually, my prize is only $100.

There are also some side rules - no gouging the eye, no kicking or punching the crotch. Also, no wearing any clothes you don't mind getting ripped and destroyed.

It worked. Amazingly. I seldom have the urge to do the same scene over and over again, but what I've found with the Doorknob Game is that it inspires creativity from my prey. Each scene is always a little bit different, a new challenge to unlock.

And my next challenge was just pure aces. I found an ad posted by someone really, really into CNC play, with struggling and crying and sadism. Naturally, we hit it off, except for one interesting hitch:

She was asexual.

Biologically, there was never going to be an urge in her body to want to be fucked. Regular, romantic sex tended to be painful for her. But coerced, violent, physical sex at least gave parts of her body physical arousal. There was some enjoyment there, if she couldn't say no.

When I explained the Doorknob Game, she was immediately in, but with one caveat: if she won, sex would be completely off the table. She'd take her prize, get dressed, throw me a crisp high five then leave.

Initially I wanted to fuck her because of her nice tits and cute mouth. Now I wanted her even more.

Before we got started, she took off her sweater, socks and skirt, leaving only tights, a snug top that showed off her tits, and her underwear. I left my shirt and tie on, but took my shoes off. She teased me for not really choosing good clothing for this, then retreated to her side of the room.

Hotels rarely have a wide area around the door. Usually, they're boxed into a hallway created by the bathroom, and this one was no different. I took a couple steps away from the door, still blocking the hallway with my body.

"I wasn't expecting you to move so quickly," she said. "I thought you were going to hang out by the door."

She dipped a couple steps back.

"Really?" I asked. "So your move is to go ā€¦ backwards?"

I watched her legs. She was shifting her weight back and forth, not committing to the right or the left. If she went right, she'd be able to stay on her feet and run. If she went left, she'd need to climb over the bed and possibly jump down.

The bed was easily the worst option, whether she knew it or not. I wanted her on the bed. Not only was I the most comfortable subduing someone on the bed, but I also had restraints and rope hidden there.

Then again, I also had a set of restraints in my back pocket.

I pushed to her right side, to see if I could force her onto the bed. She bit, and started to crawl across the bed frantically.

If everything worked according to plan, I would only need to wrap my arms around her, slam her back onto the bed, tie her up, then have my fun.

First, the arms. I made contact, I started to wrap. And her legs kept running, driving against me. She used her initial momentum, changed my grip point, and got me on my heels.

I could have held her and used brute force to overpower her here, but there were a lot of chances for failure that I didn't want. Grappling is not something you want to spend more than a couple minutes doing, unless you want to feel all your muscles burn out at once.

I needed to get her pinned.

Resetting my arms, I went for a lift. And it was like everything shifted against me. I tried a second time, a third. She was light enough that I should have been able to lift her, but she was smart enough to keep her center of gravity low, and strong enough to keep wrapping her legs around me.

If I kept trying for the bed, she was going to wear me out.

I lurched again towards the bed, just to get her weight swinging away from the bed. Then I reversed, dropping her to the ground.

It wasn't the best option, but it worked. I had her face-down on the ground, and I finished sitting on the small of her back. All of her kicks and punches were useless, and I had a moment to catch my breath.

Now I needed to tie her.

She was fast earning my respect as a fighter. I was able to grab one of her hands and twist it behind her back, then I wrapped the first part of the restraint onto her. It took more effort than I like to admit to get the second half wrapped.

I didn't want to take chances. I double-checked to make sure the restraints were snug, then used zip ties to lock them in place. She never stopped squirming.

With her hands behind her back, I had a chance to drag her back up to the bed. Before she had even walked into the room, I had hidden a rope tied around the mattress for an anchor point, as the room otherwise completely lacked any sturdy-enough furniture to tie someone to.

She fought me as I lifted her off the ground. I kept my hold on her, but her wriggling was getting more and more intenseā€¦

Her hands were free.

That sent a shock through my body. It had been a while since someone broke out of my restraints. I quickly tackled her back down to the ground and pinned her again.

She had already struggled longer than the last three Doorknob Game competitors combined. And I was still trying to figure out how she broke free.

The next hour was almost a comedy. I had another half dozen restraints hidden in the room. I had my necktie, my belt and two more skeins of rope. I had three snares pre-tied. She continued to squirm and peel them off of her.

I ripped away bits of her clothing when I could. The underwear was insanely elastic, stretching three feet without snapping. It was a little easier to rip open the top, and I honestly can't remember how I got rid of the leggings.

At one point, I was holding onto both of her hands behind her back, and I managed to tie a two-half hitch knot with just my left hand. I was able to tie her ankle to her wrists. I was covered in sweat and gasping for air, but I could finally start to focus on forcing her legs open.

I could feel the heat glowing off of her pussy. And with as easy as it was to slide a finger inside of her, I had my doubts about her stories of normally having a tight little cunt.

It was an impasse. Sweat soaked through everything in the room. I could keep her pinned and molest her, but I wasn't going to be able to get a condom on and fuck her. The sheer exhaustion in my bones was betraying me.

Every moment I relaxed to catch my breath, I had to monitor her small movements, to make sure she wouldn't bolt for the door. And every time I had an advantage over her, she refused to quit.

"I'm going to win," she said with defiance.

She offered a time out, to get some water and regroup. We had been fighting for nearly two hours, I couldn't turn the offer down. I needed a towel and some water.

She let slip some of her secrets as we rested. Earlier in the day, she had shaved down almost all of her body hair, save for a patch of pubes. She then made sure to over-lotion her body, making her noticeably slippery. Her clothing choices were intentionally elastic, making them harder for me to rip (harder, but not impossible).

And then there were her wrists and joints. Her hands were almost the same size as her wrists, and she had joint hypermobility. It hurt, but she nearly dislocated her thumbs to get out of the restraints.

I was close to quitting. Maybe this is the one that finally beats me.

"Let's get those pictures now," she said. "In case you can't get them later."

The butt sketches. Of course.

This was a rare chance to make her do as she was told. I had her pose on the bed on all fours, partially because it made her ass look amazing, and partially because she was now in the perfect spot. She was vulnerable.

I took the ass photos, admired her tits again, her legs, her body. I needed to fuck her. And there was only one way that would happen.

I started to stroke her pussy.

"Wait, no," she said. "We're starting again?"

I didn't need to answer. She tried to crawl away, and I sweeped her arms away before sitting on her again.

I was tempted to fuck her raw. I pulled off my underwear, noticing how sweat-soaked they had become. My cock was hard, I could have just used her there and then.

Stretching the limit of the phrase, "I'm a nice guy," I was able to grab a condom and put it on as the woman struggling to escape me was crying and begging me to stop. Somehow that made me harder.

She managed to squeeze her legs closed a couple times before I finally had her pinned, face down with her legs spread. I reached down to guide my cock inside of her, and ā€¦

Fuck.

I have no idea where the fuck the condom went.

Between the sweat and the lotion and her desperate attempts to close her legs, the condom peeled off of me.

I had to regroup.

Rope wasn't an option. My other condoms were on the other side of the room. She had a high pain tolerance and worked out her legs like a maniac.

But there was one part of her body that she didn't work out that much.

She was an asexual that rarely masturbated.

I could break her. I could make her tap out.

I knew she dreaded the thought of a cock inside of her. Really, she was starting to panic every time my dick just touched her. So I started to rub my cock against her thigh.

Normally, women love the thought of my fingers inside of them. I'm a big man, and my fingers are fairly long and thick. I take extra care to trim my nails just right, and I know a few tricks.

She had told me previously that just one of her fingers normally hurts.

But she also let me know that CNC turns her on. So while her pussy was normally too tight to enjoy a single finger inside of her, her powerless predicament made it easy for me to slide in two of my thick, long fingers.

For an entire hour, I had her pinned on the bed, face down so I could rub my cock against her ass and see her tits spilling out from under her. Stroking her pussy, pumping her. Feeling her cry as I violated her.

"I'm going to win."

There was less confidence in her voice.

I pushed a third finger inside of her, making her scream. But her little pussy could still take it.

I needed to fuck with her mind.

"You're doing such a good job," I said. "I'm so proud of you, taking three of my fingers like a good little slut. This is what you're born for."

"I'm going to win," she whimpered.

"Every time you say that, I can just feel my cock throbbing," I said. "Maybe that's what you want, to feel this inside of you, filling you with cum?"

Her response was an annoyed moan, brought to you by the letter U.

I noticed my boxers, and remembered just how sweat-soaked they were.

"Here," I said. "Smell what a nasty little slut you are, what you did."

I covered her mouth with the wadded-up boxers, forcing her to breathe through her nose and enjoy the musk of my body.

When I pulled the boxers away, she glared at me.

"I'm going to win."

She said that, but her legs said otherwise. I noticed that her efforts to squeeze her legs shut were getting weaker and less frequent.

"Fine," I said. "You did this to yourself."

I started to finger her pussy again, this time with just one finger. While an hour ago it was warm and dripping, exhaustion and dehydration were eliminating her ability to self-lubricate. I added a little spit, but I didn't really mind if this next part hurt her.

I pushed the second finger inside of her, and she moaned in protest.

"On the count of five, I'm going to push a third finger inside of you, slut," I said. "5."

I kept my voice stern and level.

"4."

"3."

"2."

"1."

Her body flinched before I pushed a third finger inside of her, but she still was able to take it. I took some time, stroking her, filling her, making her feel it. Then I pulled out all three fingers.

"Have you had enough?"

"I'm going to win."

"5."

She was crying.

"4. 3."

"Why are you doing this?"

"2."

"1."

I started with two fingers, but didn't hesitate to move up to three with another countdown.

"Why?" She whimpered.

"Four fingers," I said. "Unless you want to quit."

"I'm going to win."

This time, I started from 10, slowly working my three fingers inside of her until finally stretching her pussy to her limit. I knew I didn't need to push too much harder.

I gave her a rest. Well, I also gave my arm a rest, too. Fingering a pussy for that long after hours of grappling isn't exactly easy.

I started to count.

"5. 4."

"No," she said. "I can't. I can't. You win."

I actually won a Doorknob Game without cumming.

Though definitely wasn't done with her.

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