The Bet

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this, then stop reading now.

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Still in lock-down for the unlucky many, so here is my next instalment to try to wile away the dreary hours.  I have added this chapter because I felt the next chapter was leaving out so muck, so it should be a long very soon.

A new outfit, a new game, can life get any better than this?

Shane and Nick arrived back home, but instead of driving into the drive straight away, Shane stopped the car just before the vehicle's nose passed through the gates. "Get out," he growled at Nick. "What, here," a very nervous Nick asked, knowing that it would mean that he had to stand on the footpath in nothing but his onesie. "What the fuck are you waiting for, boi?  A fuckin' gilt-edged fuckin' invitation?" Shane retorted, "Get the fuck out of my car, you useless fuckin' boi, now." And, seemingly as though he was struck with a bolt of electricity, Nick jumped and scrambled to get himself out of the car.  All the while trying to pick up his overalls and sneakers, "did I tell you to get your stuff together, you fuckin' useless cunt of a boi?  Just get the fuck out of my fuckin' car, and stop holding me up!" Shane practically screamed at Nick, with bits of spital flying all over the place.  Nick stopped trying to pick up his stuff, and instead grabbed the handle on the door and practically threw himself out of the car, landing on the footpath in nothing but his onesie, while he waited to see what Shane would do next.

As soon as the door was closed, Shane edged his car very slowly into the drive, leaving Nick in full view of anyone who might drive past or anyone who was walking along the street or were in their front yards, or who just happened to look out their front windows onto the street.  Nick knew better than to try to cover his cock and balls, particularly after what had happened in the shop.  Nick waited anxiously while Shane eventually drove into the drive, drew the car to a stop and finally turned off the ignition.  To Nick, it seemed as though Shane was taking his sweet time, as he gathered all the things he needed to before he got out of the vehicle.  After finally making sure he had everything he wanted, Shane locked the car, and seemingly to Nick, Shane sauntered behind the vehicle, where he almost stopped dead to smile at Nick.  Before he finally made his way to the front door where he fished around in his pocket for his house key, which he eventually found, and unlocked the front door.  Only after Shane had disposed of everything he was carrying into the house, did he deigned to call Nick into the house, just as a teenager rode past on his bike. "Nice fuckin' onesie, mate," the teenager yelled at Nick as he rode past, "my new baby brother doesn't even have to wear his onesies any more, you fuckin' homo looser," the teenager finished as he sped past Nick laughing his head off.  Nick felt his face flame bright red before picking up on all the 'cues' from Shane. Nick walked painfully slowly into the house.

It was only after Shane had finally closed the front door that Nick sighed a huge sigh of relief as he reached down to undo the press studs of his onesie so he could take it off.  But Shane reached out a restraining hand, "don't take it off yet, boi, don't you want to show off your new outfit, that you bought yourself today, to the others?" Shane asked feigning mock disappointment.  Nick, knowing it was not the most subtle of ways of Shane, telling Nick that he was going to be modelling his new onesie for everyone to see.  So, with a big sigh of resignation, Nick proceeded Shane into the house proper and went to find his other two tormentors.  Both of whom were found in the front room, seemingly sitting nonchalantly reading the paper.  Nick rolled his eyes as he walked into the room and asked his two former friends what they thought of his new outfit.  Seemingly it was only after he addressed his two other former friends, that they looked up from the papers they were seemingly reading.

"Loving the new outfit," Tom said as he made the universal symbol, of twirling two fingers in the air in a circular motion, for Nick to turn on the spot, which Nick complied, knowing full well that he didn't have a choice.  As he turned slowly on the spot, both boys tried not too hard to hide the grins they had plastered all over their faces. "So, when's the boi going to wear his new outfit?" Tom asked Shane. "To work, obviously, or if he has to do anything in the front yard," Shane replied.  Nick almost swallowed his tongue, he was so caught off-guard, "but I thought I could wear my normal clothes to work," Nick whined.  "I can't work in this," he continued as he looked beseechingly at Shane, "and besides, I have to wear my overalls, they're my uniform," Nick finished petulantly.

"Of course, you can put your overalls on at work, you fuckwit!" Shane shot back at Nick sounding more than a little exasperated, "but when you leave the house and are driving to and from work, then you will only wear your onesie.  It’s now your ‘normal’ clothes.  You can put your overalls on when you get to your jobs, and take them off when you leave."

Nick was going to argue about it a bit more, but realising he was on a losing streak ever since that fuckin' bet he'd made yesterday, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. "So, how do they work?" Bill asked. "Like this," Tom said as he forced his hand between Nick's legs, grabbing the leading edge of the front of the bottom piece of material, popping the two press-studs on his way through.  Then, when he pulled his hand back through Nick's legs, he grabbed hold of Nick's cock and balls and pulled them back between Nick's legs, before letting them go allowing them to swing back into place.  Much too the amusement of their audience of two, while all Nick could do was to stand there and flame red in embarrassment.  It was only after the other two masters had had their fun clipping the onesie closed and open quite a few times.  Making sure that they made adjustments to Nicks cock and balls each time, which naturally caused Nick's cock to rise to the occasion, Tom was the first to comment on how truly obscene Nick's erect cock looked in his onesie.  As well as how tightly the added bulk of Nick's erect cock was pulling the onesie painfully into the cleft of Nick's arse cheeks.  As well as how much it pulls on the neck in the front, Bill commented, much to the amusement of the other two.

When things had quietened down a bit, Shane made Nick model the other five pair he'd bought; Nick couldn't decide which was worse.  The fact that he had to strip one onesie off to put on one of the others, or the fact that his masters decided that Nick was incapable of undoing and doing up the press-studs at the bottom of his onesies all by himself.  Of course, whoever was doing up the press-studs had to ensure that they trapped Nicks cock and balls inside the onesie, and naturally, with all the handling of it, they ensured that Nick maintained his erection all the way through.  Finally, the other three had had enough amusement, for now, at Nick's expense, that Shane told Nick to put them away in his room.  Heaving a huge sigh of relief, Nick stripped off the onesie he was wearing, picked up the others, left the lounge room, and went to turn into his bedroom without thinking.  But what Nick didn't know was that Shane had followed him out of the room, that is until he felt Shane's right hand connecting, quite forcibly with his left arse cheek. "Where the fuck do you think you're going," Shane yelled at a stunned Nick, "I thought you were here yesterday when I asked the other guys if I could have this room as my home office!" "Yes, but," Nick began. "There's no fuckin' ‘but' about it," Shane continued, "the laundry is your room now, and the sooner you remember that, the better it'll be for everyone!" Shane finished.  And Nick, with a bright red handprint on his left arse cheek, hung his head as he made his way down to the laundry and put his pile of onesies on one of the shelves.

"You are such an uppity little boi, ain'tcha," Shane continued as he followed Nick into the laundry, "fuck, boi, I'd never notice just how uppity you'd become." By now, Bill and Tom had come out of the lounge room to watch the fun.  Ignoring the other two Shane continued, "clearly, you need a tight rein, don't cha boi," Shane continued to shout at Nick, who could only stand in the middle of the laundry hanging his head. "Maybe we need to go shopping again, boi, what do you think?" Wisely, Nick kept his mouth shut, "come on then," an exasperated Shane said to Nick, "get one of your onesies and go and get in the fuckin' car." While Shane turned back to the other two and had a hurried conversation very quietly.  When they'd finished, Shane pushed his way into the laundry, past a very dejected looking Nick.  Shane picked up Nick's collar, and putting it around Nick's neck; he snapped the padlock closed. "Come," was the one-word command Shane gave Nick as he walked back past Nick and back through the house and out the front door.  With a dejected Nick trailing along behind him.  They got into Shane's car, and Shane reversed out of the gate and drove off.

Nick had no idea where they were going, so he just sat glumly in his seat, not paying too much attention to where they were going.  Wherever it was, Nick was sure he wasn't going to like it.  Eventually, they ended up in Collingwood at the Leather Eagle, Shane parked the car and told Nick to get out, Nick was going to protest that he was only wearing his onesie, and he didn't want to be seen out in public in it.  But, after having one look at Shanes' face, that was looking as black as thunder, Nick knew it was going to be a losing battle, so he got out of the car and stood on the footpath on busy Hoddle St in Collingwood.  As soon as he stood back from the car a bit, people racing past in their vehicles obviously noticed him, a full-grown man standing on the footpath in nothing but a onesie.

Consequently, people started to honk their horns. Some of them called out derogatory remarks as they drove past, with all the unwanted attention, Nick's face was scarlet and his cock, for reasons best known only too itself, decided to start to rise to the occasion.  Shane fished around inside his car looking for something, which he eventually found, he then got out of the car and locked it.  He then led the way into the shop.  Nick had never been so glad to be inside a shop in all his life, or so he thought.

Shane walked up to one of the shop assistants, "can I help you, sir," the Sales assistant inquired of Shane. "Yes, I'm in need of something for the boi, here," Shane replied as he indicated Nick over his shoulder, "it seems that no matter what I do, I can't seem to stop him from getting uppity and having ideas above his station."

"I see, sir, and what did sir have in mind?"

'Well, I'm not too sure, what's available, he keeps going into places he's no longer allowed, but we can't seem to get it through his thick head."

"I see, sir, and can I ask, sir is this what the boi wears about the house?"

"Oh, good lord no, at home he is completely naked…"

"Ah, I see, sir,"

"Yes, we have come into this 'arrangement' only very recently, and it seems that no matter what I do the boi, here, keeps forgetting his new station in life.  I was thinking of something to be able to control him with, now don't laugh, but I thought of some kind of reins or something.  I did a little bit of research on the internet and came across your shop, and wondered if you might be able to help?"

"Certainly, sir, I understand completely.  If you don't mind, sir," the Sales assistant continued as he waved his hand up and down in Nick's general direction.

"Oh, certainly," Shane said, as he understood what the Sales assistant was asking, he turned to Nick, "strip," was the one-word command he gave to Nick.  And Nick, knowing he had no other choice, reached between his legs and undid the press-studs, allowing his cock and balls to hang free, much to the amusement of the other shoppers.  Obligingly, Nick turned a bright shade of red, particularly when the Sales assistant reached down and grabbing the bottom hem of the onesie, pulled it up and off Nick in one swift movement.  Before he handed it back to Nick to hold onto, "very nice," was all the Sales assistant said as he stepped in close to Nick and running his hand down Nick's shaved chest until he reached down and grabbed Nick by the balls and applied pressure to Nick's balls pulling them away from Nick's abdomen. "You will notice, sir," the Sales assistant said, as he applied even more pressure to Nick's nuts, "that now I have your boi's complete and undivided attention."

"So, it would seem," Shane replied as he observed keenly just what the Sales assistant was doing to Nick.

"If you would care to follow me, sir," the Sales assistant said to Shane without letting go of Nick's balls, so he knew without even asking that Nick would follow him, and went deeper into the shop before he stopped at a display. "What we have here, sir, are our ball stretchers, and if I may be so bold, sir," the Sales assistant said as he let go of Nick's balls.  For which Nick was extremely grateful, as the Sales assistant picked up a leather ball stretcher and handed it to Shane, and Shane took it off the Sales assistant and went to pull the press-studs apart before he yelped and dropped the ball stretcher on the floor. “Ow, fuck,” Shane exclaimed as he pricked his finger on something very sharp.  "Oh, I do apologise, sir, I meant to tell you to be careful," and with that, the Sales assistant bent over and picked the ball stretcher up off the floor. As Shane covered his hurt finger, that had sprouted small pin-pricks of blood, with his handkerchief. "When you open it, sir, do make sure you keep your fingers on the ‘outside’," the Sales assistant demonstrated as he unclipped the press-studs and holding the leather open so Shane could see that it was lined with short sharp metal points.  The Sales assistant knelt in front of Nick, and talking to Shane over his shoulder, demonstrated how to do up the ball stretcher, after first hooking his little and ring fingers around Nick's ball sack on top of Nick's nuts.  The sales assistant applied pressure to Nick's nuts, pulling them away from Nick's abdomen, once again. When he thought it was stretched sufficiently, the sales assistant looped the leather ball stretcher around Nick's exposed, stretched ball sack. "You will notice, sir," the Sales assistant continued to inform Shane over his shoulder, as Shane watched with a great deal of interest, "there are several rows of female sockets, while there are only two male studs." Shane nodded his understanding as the sales assistant continued, "this is so that you can make the ball stretcher tighter if you like, sir.  This way if your boi here wants to play up on you, sir, all you have to do is do the ball stretcher up tighter, and I guarantee that he will want to comply with your instructions all the time," and with that, the Sales assistant pushed the press-studs closed on the middle setting.  As soon as it was done up, Nick screamed at the top of his lungs as all of the tiny metal pins embedded into the leather, bit into his ball bag's tender flesh.

"As you can see, sir," the Sales assistant said to Shane, completely ignoring Nicks' yells of discomfort, "I now have full control over your boi, sir," the Sales assistant said as he had a finger hooked into the 'D' ring that was set into the ball stretcher. "I can take him anywhere I want to, sir, even out onto the street if I so wished, sir."

"Hmm, so I see," Shane replied.

"Now, sir, if you'd care to come over here," the Sales assistant said as he led the way to another display in the other side of the shop, and as he still had his finger hooked into the 'D' ring, Nick had no other option but to follow the Sales assistant.  The other display had what Shane could only think of as reins, as the sales assistant finally let go of the 'D' ring much to Shane's relief.  While the Sales assistant pulled out what he was looking for, kneeling in front of Nick again he attached a clip to the 'D' ring, and grabbing Nick by the hips; the Sales assistant turned Nick on the spot.  The Sales assistant picked up the leather straps from off his knee, "now, sir," the Sales assistant said as he addressed Shane once again. "You now have complete control over your boi here.  If you'll allow me to demonstrate," the Sales assistant asked Shane, who could only nod his assent as he watched with a great deal of interest.  The Sales assistant picked something from off one of the other displays, without any preamble, the Sales assistant hit Nick on his left arse cheek hard with the riding crop he'd just picked up.  And with a yelp of surprise and pain, Nick started to walk, with the Sales assistant and Shane trailing after him. "Now, sir, all you need is a riding crop, like this one, sir," the Sales assistant said, as he held it up for Shane to see, "then to 'steer' where your boi goes, sir, all you have to do is pull on whatever rein you want too, and that way you can steer where your boi goes, sir." With that, the Sales assistant pulled on the right-hand rein, which drew Nick's nuts around to the right, and Nick had no other option but to turn to the right if he wanted the pain to stop on that side of his nut sack.  Much to the amusement of the other shoppers, the Sales assistant ‘drove’ Nick around the shop, until they were back at the front door of the shop.

Nick fully expected to be told to stop before he was near the full glass front door so that anyone walking past could see him if they happened to look in the shop door. "Hmm, sir, I see what you mean about him being an uppity boi," the Sales assistant said as he brought the riding crop down hard onto Nick's left arse cheek, so hard that it made Nick yelp and jump before he walked towards the door. "I would suggest, sir, that you invest in a riding crop, like this, for this one, sir, I can see how you're really going to need it," the Sales assistant said as he followed Nick out the front door and out onto the street, where the Sales assistant turned Nick until he was walking across the front of the shop.  Until they reached the edge of the shop's facade where the Sales assistant, once again, turned Nick back the other way.  Nick was going to turn into the front door when they arrived back there.  But, the pain in his arse reminded him of who was actually in control, so he walked past the front door to the other edge of the shop front before the Sales assistant turned Nick, again so that now he was heading back the other way.  This time, when they got the door of the shop, the Sales assistant expertly turned Nick in through the door, much to Nick's relief, and when they got level with the counter, the sales assistant pulled back on the reins, non-too gently, forcing Nick to stop.

"That was fuckin' amazing," Shane said, "you must have had a lot of practice," Shane said with his voice full of admiration, "yes this is exactly what we need," Shane continued, "we have needed a way to control the boi, he's getting so uppity. We've tried so many other ways to try and get him under control, and here you've done it in all of ten minutes," Shane continued to gush.

"Oh, sir," the Sales assistant said a little embarrassed, "it only takes a little practice."

"Well, I can see you have had a lot!  But what do you do with the reins when you aren't using them?" Shane asked.  With that, the Sales assistant showed Shane how to loop the reins through one of the 'D' rings of Nick's collar, so that they could quickly be released as required. "That is fuckin' amazing," Shane said, "we'll take the lot," Shane said expansively.

"Very good, sir, but if I may," the Sales assistant asked with a question in his voice.

"Certainly," Shane replied, "what are you thinking now?"

"Well, sir, I couldn't help but notice that your boi, here has a butt plug inserted, and I was wondering what that was for, if I may be so bold as to ask, sir?"

Shane explained how Tom thought it would be a good idea to make Nick's arse gape all the time and how they were going to insert ever bigger butt plugs until they had achieved the size of opening that they wanted.  Shane then asked the Sales assistant what he had in mind. "If I may, sir," the Sales assistant said as he reached up and grabbed hold of Nick's reins and with a practice snap of his wrist, he undid the knot that was holding the reins to the 'D' ring of Nick's collar.  He slapped Nick on his arse with the reins, which got Nick moving back deeper into the shop.  Shane, for his part, couldn't help but be impressed.  When Nick reached the display of butt plugs, the Sales assistant pulled back on the reins which got Nick to stop on the spot. "Most impressive," Shane said, "and in all of what fifteen minutes," Shane said.

"Thank you, sir," the Sales assistant said, "as I said, sir, it only takes a little practice.  Now, sir, if you have one of these," the Sales assistant said as he picked up a metal butt plug with a 'D' ring attached to the bottom of it. "There is a 'game' that was invented here in Melbourne, sir, that will suit your purposes, I think, most admirably.  What you do is insert this butt plug up your bois' arse, then," the Sales assistant said as he continued.  The Sales assistant picked up what looked like a hook anchor for a shade sail with a nut welded onto the opposite end to the hook, "then you hang the hook like this, sir," the Sales assistant said as he demonstrated. "I’m sorry, it is better to actually show you how it works, sir,” all Shane could do was gesture for the Sales assistant to continue.  With that, the Sales assistant pulled the butt plug out of Nick’s arse, and without a moment’s hesitation, he handed it to Nick to clean, and while Nick licked and slurped on the butt plug that had just come out of his own arse.  The Sales assistant inserted the metal butt plug in its place up Nick’s arse.  “Now, sir,” the Sales assistant continued with the demonstration, “you hook this hook into the ‘D’ ring, so it hangs like so.  The you get these modified washers and attach them to the shaft of the hook like so,” the Sales assistant said as he fitted the shaft of the hook through the open slot of the washer, and then let go.  Nick grunted with the sudden added weight to the butt plug in his arse.

“Don’t you dare let the butt plug come out, boi,” the Sales assistant growled at Nick.  While he continued to add more and more washers to the shaft of the hook hanging from the metal butt plug that Nick was desperately trying to keep a hold of with his arse lips so that it didn’t fall out.  Nick had had enough for one day, or so he thought, and he was very grateful when the Sales assistant stopped adding washers to the shaft of the hook.  “You see, sir, this way your boi learns to keep his arse lips locked very tightly around an ‘object’ when he needs to, and in this way, he keeps the condition of his arse lips in good order, sir.”

“Hmph,” was all Shane could think of to say.  “Ok, we’ll take the lot,” Shane said as he pulled the metal butt plug out of Nick’s arse and gave it to Nick to clean while Shane took the original butt plug that Nick had arrived at the shop with, and reinserted it back into Nick’s arse.  
While the Sales assistant reached down and undid the ball stretcher from Nick’s abused ball sack, and when he withdrew it, Shane could see tiny pin-pricks of blood dotted all over Nick’s ball sack.  Shane told Nick to put his onesie back on, which Nick did with a sigh of relief, he really didn’t relish walking around the shop completely naked, any longer than he had too, not with everyone else there looking at him.  Nick trailed along behind Shane and the Sales assistant while he continued to lick and slurp his new butt plug clean.  By the time he’d reached the counter, the Sales assistant held out an open plastic bag, and Nick put the cleaned butt plug into it.  Shane paid for all of their new purchases, and the boys headed home.

Again, Shane told Nick to get out of the car before he drove into the driveway, so once again Nick stood on the footpath in nothing but his onesie, and his ever-present butt-plug.  The butt-plug that was now permanently in situ that no one could see unless they knew what they were looking at, and of course the other boys knew it was there.  Nick was surprised, seeing as it was only his second day of having the butt-plug shoved up his arse, Nick worried that he was getting used to it being there.  Nick was beginning to fear that he was getting used to the full sensation it gave his bowels.  Again, Shane kept Nick waiting for what seemed like forever, before he was allowed to walk slowly into the house, or as Nick was beginning to think of it as, his ‘house of torment’.  Not knowing what else he could do, Nick followed Shane into the house, and as soon as he closed the front door behind himself, Nick reached down and popped the press-studs and removed his onesie and folded it up and put it in the laundry before he went to find the others.

Not surprisingly, Nick found his three new ‘masters’ in the lounge room, with Shane holding his ball stretcher, and clearly instructing the other two boys in its use.  “Just in time,” Shane said as Nick walked through the door, “come here, boi, let’s show them your new toys,” Shane finished with a wicked grin plastered all over his face.  Nick couldn’t help the shudder that ran down his back, as with Shane grinning like that, to Nick, he looked like a fox that’d been let loose in a hen house.  Knowing that he had no other choice, reluctantly, Nick walked over and stood in front of Shane, “now, fellas,” Shane began, “this is a ball stretcher, but,” Shane cautioned the other two, “be careful on how you pick it up.”  Shane continued as he showed the other two boys the inside of the ball stretcher was covered in small sharp metal points.  “The metal points go on the inside of the ball stretcher, like this,” Shane demonstrated, as hunkered down in front of Nick, as he used the back of his hand to push Nick’s cock out of the way so that he could grab hold of Nick’s ball sack, above his balls.  “So, gentlemen,” Shane continued, “you need to apply a bit of pressure on the top of the boi’s nuts, to pull them away from his body so that there is enough room for the ball stretcher, like so.”  Shane continued with his little teaching session, “then just encompass the boi’s stretched ball bag with the ball stretcher and snap the press-studs closed.  Voila,” Shane finished with a flourish.  “Then what you do,” Shane continued, as he pushed Nick on the hip to get him to turn around, “you clip the reins to the ‘D’ ring set into the leather ball-stretcher, like so,” Shane continued as he demonstrated for the benefit of the other two.  “Now, we have complete control of our little wayward boi here,” Shane finished up the demonstration, as he picked up the riding crop.

“Now, I’m going to say that while we can ‘drive’ our little boi here, anywhere, we want to, as I will soon demonstrate.  I am going to put my foot down and say that he is not to be ‘driven’ up the driveway, or out the front, and that’s either in the front yard or on the street,” Shane stated, much to Nick’s relief.  “While I agree, that would be a lot of fun for us; we do have to respect the ‘social mores’ and not have an almost naked boi running around in the front yard or out on the street.  We don’t want to have the neighbours complaining, now do we?  In his onesies, on the other hand, is a totally different matter.  Now let’s begin,” and with that Shane hit Nick on the arse with the riding crop, and with a yelp and a jump, Nick started to walk in the direction he was facing and turned as he felt Shane pull on the reins, which in turn pulled on the ball stretcher that was wrapped tightly about his ball sack.  Naturally, Shane allowed the other two boys to have a turn, and it was this way that Nick was driven through the house and around the backyard multiple times, much to the amusement of Nick’s three masters.

When they grew tired of their new toy, well really it was when Shane called a halt to their fun, and as they had ended up back in the lounge room.  Shane showed the other two how to loop the reins through the ‘D’ ring in Nick’s collar, just like the Sales assistant had shown him.  The other two thought it was a brilliant idea.  “Now,” Shane said as he pulled out their other purchase, “I bought us a game, that the Sales assistant recommended, as well,” Shane said as he produced the metal butt plug, sail hook and modified washers out of the bag.  “What’s this?” Bill asked as both he and Tom watched with a great deal of interest.

“It’s a new game I bought while I was at Eagle Leather, what you do,” Shane continued as he pushed Nick in the small of his back to get him to bend over, “is remove the boi’s current butt plug,” Shane said as he demonstrated and gave the butt plug to Nick to lick clean.  While Nick was doing that, Shane inserted the metal butt plug with the ‘D’ ring set into it into Nick’s arse.  “Then what you do is hang the hook from the ‘D’ ring, like so,” Shane continued as he demonstrated hanging the sail hook from the ‘D’ ring, “then we can take it in turns to put the modified washers onto the shaft of the sail hook, like so.”  Shane said as he placed the first washer onto the shaft of the sail hook, and letting it go, it fell down the shaft and came to rest on top of the nut that had been welded in place at the opposite end of the sail hook.

Bill and Tom were impressed with Nick’s grunts as more and more weight was added to the ‘D’ ring set into the base of the metal butt plug that Nick now had up his arse.  “Now, we can keep adding washers all the while telling the boi that he’d better not let the butt plug out of his arse.  This way, the Sales assistant said that no matter how much his arse gapes open when we come to fuck him, he’ll always be nice and tight…”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Nick began, as he turned around and faced Shane, “I’m gunna pay the money back tomorrow!  So, this can all fuckin’ stop now!  I’ve had enough of this shit…” but Nick didn’t get to finish what he was going to say as Shane gut-punched him.  While Nick was doubled over, Shane pulled him down over his knee as he sat on the edge of one of the chairs, that he’d pulled out from under the dining room table.  Shane removed the hook from the ‘D’ ring and began to spank Nick’s bare upturned arse, with Nick screaming and hollering at each slap of Shanes’ hand.  Bill was surprised to find that he was getting aroused, but he wasn’t too sure if it was the sight of Nick having his bare arse spanked by Shane, or if it was the sound of the smacks and Nick’s screaming and hollering that he seemed to find so arousing.  Whereas Tom, knew why he was aroused and was openly stroking himself through the material of jeans, it seemed that the redder Nick’s butt cheeks became, the harder his cock got.  Both boys were mesmerised by the mini shock waves that emanated from the point where the palm of Shane’s hand made contact with the skin of Nick’s butt cheeks.

It didn’t take too long before Shane’s creamy-white butt cheeks were turning a nice shade of red, and for Nick to begin to bawl his eyes out.  When his hand was too sore, Shane pushed Nick off his lap and onto the floor and growled at him to stand up.  Nick slowly got to his feet, trying unsuccessfully not to rest his battered arse cheeks on the floor, as he stood up, rubbing his sore arse.  “Hands-on your head,” Shane growled, “now you listen to me, you little fucker.  You will pay me back, in full, because that’s a debt you owe me, you fuckin’ little bitch, and I told you this morning that this little arrangement,” Shane said as he made a swirling motion with two fingers in the space between them all, “is permanent as far as I’m concerned.  And it blows my fuckin’ mind that you still haven’t seemed to understand the situation that you’re now in.”  Shane reached back without any warning before slapping Nick hard across the face, which almost knocked Nick off his feet.  As it was, Nick had to take a couple of steadying steps to keep his balance, “now shut the fuck up while we get on with our game,” and with that Shane picked the sail hook up off the floor and rehung it from the ‘D’ ring in the butt plug Nick still had up his arse.  He doled out the washers between the three of them, and they began to add the modified washers to the shaft of the sail hook, which naturally got heavier and heavier.

Until Nick couldn’t hold it in any longer, and the washers and sail hook's weight pulled the butt plug out of Nicks’ anus.  “Hey, hey,” Bill said, “what do I win, seeing as it was my washer that broke the camel’s back, so to speak?”

“Hmm, hadn’t given it much thought,” Shane replied.

“Fuck that,” Bill said as he pushed Nick in the back, hard enough to make him stumble forwards and he fell over the chair that Shane had pulled out to sit on while he spanked Nick’s arse.  Before Nick could recover himself and stand up, Bill pulled the fly of his pants open and fished his thickening cock out of his pants and roughly lining it up, Bill shoved his cock balls deep into Nick’s arse.  “Fuck!” Bill exclaimed, “you weren’t joking when you said this game’d make his arse tight.  Fuck, it’s almost as tight as it was yesterday morning,” Bill said as he pounded away at Nick’s battered arse, and it wasn’t too long before Bill climaxed and shot his load of cum deep inside Nick’s bowels.

“Give me a go,” Tom said as Bill finally pulled his cock out of Nick’s arse, and while he walked around to get Nick to clean it up for him.  Shane put a restraining hand out to stop Tom in his tracks while he scooped the butt plug up off the floor and shoved it, none too gently, back into Nick’s arse.

“If you want to have a go at his arse, you’ve got to win it fair and square, just like Bill did…”

“Hey, no fair,” Tom retorted as Bill pulled his cleaned cock out of Nick’s mouth, and while Nick was bent over the chair, Shane shoved the butt plug back into his arse, effectively trapping Bill’s cum up there as well.  Then he growled at Nick to stand up.  While Bill walked back to the other guys with a big shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, as he shoved his cock and balls back into his pants.  Shane rescued the sail hook from off the floor and removed the washers from the shaft and redistributed them amongst the three of them again, “let’s go, guys.  Let’s see who gets to fuck his arse next!”

And with a rousing cheer from the other two, the guys resumed their new game, while Nick stood there glumly while he tried to work out why he’d even made that fuckin’ stupid bet in the first place, for the umpteenth time.  Until the weight of the washers on the sail hook hanging from the ‘D’ ring set into the metal butt plug Nick currently had up his arse, became too much for his sphincter to hold in place.  And the inevitable happened, and the butt plug was pulled out of his arse again.  Bill won this round as well, so he got fuck Nick’s arse for the second time, all while Tom complained that it wasn’t fair, that the game had to be rigged, while Shane explained that they all had the same amount of washers, and they were all the same size and weight.  When Bill had finished fucking Nick’s arse, again, and had gone around and had Nick lick and suck his cock clean for him, Tom insisted that he goes second this time, and the other two laughed at him, good-naturedly, and agreed that he could go second.  So, after reinserting the butt plug and hanging the hook from it, they started the next round.

This time, though Shane won the round, and while Tom complained that the game was rigged, once again.  Shane fished his cock and balls out of his pants and began to fuck Nick as hard as he could, “Fuck, mate, you’re not wrong about his arse being nice and tight.  Fuck, his arse almost feels as tight as it was yesterday when I fucked him for the first time,” Shane said just before he shot his load of cum deep in Nick’s arse.  This time, as Tom was replacing the butt plug in Nick’s arse, he could see the cum beginning to dribble out of Nick’s arse.  Not caring if the other boys saw him or not, he scooped a little of the cum up with his finger before putting it in his mouth and sucked his finger clean.  When Tom looked up at Shane, Shane just smiled back at him, knowing just how much that simple act did Nick’s head in.

When Shane decided that his cock was clean enough, he pulled it out of Nick’s mouth, and as he stuffed his cock and balls back into his pants, he asked the other two if they were up to another game.  Both boys answered in the affirmative, but this time Tom wanted to go first, and so they began, and Tom finally won a round, so it was his turn to fuck Nick.  He lined his cock up with Nick’s battered arse and pushed it in in one fell swoop all the way to his balls.  “Oh, fuck,” He said, “you guys weren’t kidding about how fuckin’ tight his hole is.  If I didn’t know better, I’d say the boi is almost virgin tight,” and as he could feel the previous three loads of cum slopping around his cock.  It didn’t take too long for Tom to blow his load of cum up Nick’s arse, reluctantly, Tom pulled his cock out and went around to Nick’s mouth to get him to clean it up for him.  Tom watched as the metal butt plug was reinserted back into Nick’s hole, and when he thought his cock was clean enough, and before he shot his second load of cum down Nick’s throat.  He pulled his cock out of Nick’s mouth and went back and joined the other two as they prepared to play another round.

After they’d all fucked Nick at least three times each, and with the cum dribbling out of his arse in a steady stream, they put his other butt plug back and sent him into the kitchen to cook their evening meal.  Just like last night, Nick had to serve them at the dining room table while the others ate their evening meal, and just like last night, none of the boys eating the meal left Nick’s cock alone.  Once again, Nick had an erection all during dinner and was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.  After Nick had finished cleaning the kitchen, after the other boys had finished eating their meal, Shane produced the dog bowl and Nick put his meal into it, and stood and waited while Shane pissed all over his dinner.  Shane handed the bowl to Nick, and he went to the laundry and placed the bowl on the floor and getting down on his hands and knees.  Nick plunged his face into the bowl and his meal and began to eat the lot, all to the stench, and the acrid taste of Shane’s piss.

When Nick had finally finished his meal, and after cleaning up his face with his fingers and licking them clean, Nick rinsed the dog’s bowl in the troves, and after debating whether he should or not, Nick went in search of the other boys.  Nick didn’t hear Shane walk up behind him, and even though the sharp metal spikes cut into his ball bag cruelly, Nick had almost forgotten that it was there.  That was until he felt Shane tug the reins free, and felt the sting of the riding crop on his arse.  Shane ‘drove’ Nick into the kitchen where he instructed Nick to pick up two six-packs of beer, then Shane ‘drove’ Nick out to the backyard, and Nick knew that this wasn’t going to be good for him.  Nick was right, when Nick opened the back door, he could see the other two boys sitting in lawn chairs by the clothesline, and as Shane had the riding crop and the reins in his hands.  Nick had no other choice but to carry the two six-packs of beer over to the waiting boys by the clothesline, once again Nick was made to stand, with the arm of the clothesline resting along his shoulders while Shane tied him securely to it.

When he was as secure as he was going to be, Tom reached out and began to slow-stroke Nick’s cock.  At first, he grabbed hold of Nick’s cock with his whole hand and began to run his hand from the base of Nick’s cock, all the way to the tip, before he pulled his hand off altogether.  Tom kept doing this until Nick’s cock became erect and too fat for Tom to get his hand around it comfortably.  Then with his hand open he followed the under-seam, of Nick’s cock, with his thumb, from the top of his ball bag right up until he was forcing the glans of Nick’s cock’s head open.  Before letting Nick’s, cock go and grabbing it by the base again, running his thumb again along the under-seam of Nick’s cock until his thumb was forcing Nick’s glans part again.

Not that Tom ever got tired of holding Nick’s cock, or playing with it for that matter, but he let one of the other guys have a go while he sat back, drank his beer, and watched the fun.  Bill took over next, and while he was slowly stroking Nick’s cock, it occurred to Bill that this weekend was the first time he’d ever fucked another guy.  And it was undoubtedly the most he’d ever held, fondled, and abused another guy’s cock in his life, and while he could certainly see the appeal, Bill decided that if it hadn’t been for the bet, he’d have never touched, let alone held another guy’s cock willingly.  This only confirmed to Bill his hetero/straight status in his head, but he could still enjoy the fun at hand, as he slowly ran his fingers lightly up Nick’s cock, but still with enough pressure to cause a slight roll of skin to run against his lead finger.  And hearing Nick’s moans of pleasure, interspersed with his pleas to stop, only increased all the boy’s arousal, not just Bill’s.  But eventually, he too wanted to go back to finishing his beer, and then it was Shane’s turn, and with a wicked grin, Shane pushed himself out of his chair and walked over to the bound Nick.  Shan grabbed hold of Nick’s cock hard enough, that when he pulled his hand up the length of Nick’s cock, the skin around the base of Nick’s cock, of his pubic area, was made to tent obscenely as well.

Finally, with a bellow fit to wake the dead, Nick’s ball sack managed to contact enough to allow Nick to ejaculate, and as Shane stepped to the side, just in time, Nick shot his load of cum all over the grass.  While Nick stood there panting like a dog, Shane continued to slow-stroke Nick’s cock, and when Nick realised what Shane was doing, he started to beg Shane to stop.  Which only made Shane pull a ball gag out of his pocket and gave it to one of the other boys to put on Nick.  Tom jumped at the chance, and after forcing the ball between Nick’s teeth, he secured the ball gag behind Nick’s head, and then Shane told Tom he could take over.  And so, the boys continued to slow-stroke Nick’s cock until he cum for the second time.  Nick was hopeful that his ordeal might be over, but what he didn’t know was that the boys had made a bet amongst themselves regarding how many times they could make Nick cum.  So, with Nick screaming into his ball gag, the other boys kept slow stroking his cock until he’d cum a total of six times, and that time it was barely a dribble of cum that came out.  But the blood was flowing freely from underneath the ball stretcher.

Finally, the boys let Nick down, but not before Tom rubbed some lotion into the skin of Nick’s enflamed cock and balls, after first removing the ball stretcher.  Then Nick was allowed to go into the laundry where they chained him up and left him laying on the floor for the night.