The Bet

Chapter 12

And Then There Were Three Fetishes

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy that is not based on real life.   Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead, is purely accidental.  Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

In no way do the practices and themes depicted in this story reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices.  If you choose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly.  Always practice safe sex; you owe it to yourself and your sexual partners.  If you think you have injured yourself, have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns.  Would you please consult with a health professional?

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Thanks.   

 

I’ve had a few stories whizzing around in my head, which isn’t too unusual, but this time they are all demanding to be attended to instantly, so the next two may come in quick succession, but as you don’t know which ones they are won’t matter too much to you.  This chapter went in a totally different way from the one I’d planned, it came as a big shock to me that I’d ever enter this territory.

I do hope you enjoy it

Bastian

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The delivery guy stayed late that first night, talking to Oliver and Rod, whose name they discovered was Joshua, so they readily called him Josh.  Josh didn’t have a female name for when he cross-dressed.  Josh explained he only ever wore women’s panties, that he wasn’t brave enough to wear anything more, and he only ever did it in secret so one else could see him.  So, he’s just felt like a guy wearing women’s panties, and he only did it when he was sure no one would see him or find the panties.  Josh loved the feel of the satins and silks against his skin; he loved the way it felt to have his cock and balls caressed by the silks and satins.  As the other two could clearly see, Josh was getting aroused just by thinking about the fabrics caressing and cradling his genitalia.  When the other two had finished eating their meal, Oliver stood up and walked over to Josh, “ok then, Miss, let’s have a look at you.”  With that, Oliver dragged Josh to his feet and began to push and poke at him.  When Oliver started to lift Josh’s beginnings of his pot belly, Josh began to get upset and pulled back from Oliver’s touch.  “Hmm,” Oliver mused, “I think you’d look a lot better if you were in a bit better shape, so tomorrow after work, I want you to meet me at this gym,” he finished as he handed Josh one of Ben’s cards.  “We have an understanding; Ben and I, the boi here, works out at his gym in a very skimpy wrestling singlet, then they get to keep the sweat-soak singlet and auction it off on their website at the end of his workout.  So, Josh, I’m thinking you can start working out at the gym as well; make yourself look trim, taught, and terrific.  What do ya think?” Oliver finished up.

“Um, I don’t know,” Josh mumbled in reply.

“Yes,” Oliver continued as he seemed to warm to his idea more and more, “yes, I think your legs could do with a lot more definition, my luv,” Oliver continued, “and we need to get rid of this pot-belly of yours,” Oliver continued as he grabbed Josh’s belly again.  So, it’s settled,” Oliver said decisively.  “The boi generally gets to the gym about 6:30, so we’ll see you there, hmm?  Now, we need somewhere for you to keep your stuff,” Oliver said as he walked out of the lounge room, and Josh, not knowing what else to do, trailed along behind him.

Oliver walked into Rod’s room and called to Rod over his shoulder as he turned the light on; Josh couldn’t help himself; when he entered Rod’s bedroom, he let out a low whistle as he took in Rod’s get-up.  From the adult change table to the shelves of nappies, cloth, wrap-around, and pull-ups, “fuck me,” was all Josh could think to say.  Oliver ignored Josh as Rod walked into his bedroom, “I’m thinking we can put a chest of drawers here against this wall,” Oliver said as he indicated where he thought the chest of drawers could go.  “Oh, um, Josh, do you want a wardrobe as well, or do you only wear women’s panties?”

“Oh, um, I’ve never thought about wearing anything other than women’s panties; um, I’m just not sure if I’d need anything more,” he finished lamely.

“Not to worry,” Oliver said airily; we can play that by ear, he finished as he turned on his heel, and as he exited Rod’s bedroom, he turned the light off as he headed back into the passage towards the lounge room.  “So, apart from the panties you have now, what other styles do you like to wear?”

“Um, mainly something like this….” Josh trailed off uncertainly.

“What nothing more revealing?”

“Well, I haven’t wanted anyone to find them….”

“Well, that’s not going to be a problem now, is it?” Oliver said excitedly, “come into the bathroom; I think it’s time you shaved; you will look so much hotter if you shave your pubes and legs.  Also, I think you’re going to love the feel of the materials against your bare skin so much better,” Oliver walked into the bathroom with Josh trailing along behind him.

“Um, I’m not sure about….” Josh began anxiously.

“Oh, but I am,” Oliver said, cutting him off, “now take off your panties, and we’ll begin.”  Not knowing what else to do, Josh took off his panties and stood there naked while Oliver busied himself, getting everything ready.  Oliver applied a liberal helping of shaving crème to Josh’s groin, making sure all of Josh’s pubes and ball bag were liberally covered before he began to shave off Josh’s pubes.  “I’ll use the boi’s razor for now, but you’re going to have to get your own razor for the future,” Oliver said as he expertly shaved off all of Josh’s pubic bush.  Telling Josh to hold his cock out of the way, Oliver set to shaving Josh’s ball bag, and when he’d finished, he told Josh to turn around, and Oliver applied a liberal covering of shaving crème to Josh’s arse and shaved that as well.  “Now, can you hold your arse cheeks apart, please?” Oliver asked Josh as he picked up the can of shaving crème again.  Going bright red, Josh complied with Oliver’s request; meanwhile, Rod was enjoying the view from the bathroom door as he watched Josh pull his arse cheeks apart, revealing his tight pink rosebud of a hole.  Oliver lathered up Josh’s cleft and expertly shaved that as well.

When he’d finished shaving Josh’s groin and arse, he told Rod to get the milk crate, and when Rod brought the milk crate back and a board for the top, Oliver told Josh to stand on it.  With more than just a little trepidation, Josh stood on top of the board completely naked with his growing hard-on, Oliver told Josh to bend over, and Oliver shaved his perineum.  “Is nothing sacred around here?” asked Josh, mortified.

‘Not around here, mate,” Rod laughed back.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Josh replied, his face flaming red.

Happy with his work, Oliver proceeded to lather Josh’s legs in shaving crème and then shaved Josh’s legs as smooth as his groin and arse.  When Oliver finally finished, he told Josh to get down and gave him a wet face washer; Josh washed his groin and legs of any remaining shaving crème before Oliver returned his nickers.  Relieved, Josh hurriedly pulled them on, but he could not believe the sensation of having the satin material flush on his bare skin; Josh had never felt so sensual in all his life.  “Oh, my god!” Josh breathed, “I never knew the satin could feel this good against my skin,” he marvelled as he twisted and turned to try and see all of the nickers against his skin.  As he twisted and turned, Josh could feel the satin sliding over his bare skin and thought he’d never felt anything so sensual in all his life.  Even the wad of material between his legs that was pulled up into the beginning of his arse crack, Josh could feel that sliding against his skin.  While Josh stood there marvelling at the feel of his nickers, Oliver just stood there with a smirk on his face, “come on, let’s go back to the lounge room,” Oliver said, telling Nick to clean up the bathroom on his way out the door.

So, now the three boys sat and watched a movie on TV, Oliver fully clothed, Rod in his nappy, and Josh in his frilly lacy women’s nickers.  That was how a naked Nick found them when he’d finished cleaning up the bathroom, and went and sat on the floor beside Nick and waited to see if anyone needed anything.  The boys decided to call it a night when the movie finished, and it’d been a big night for Josh.  The boys wished each other a good night, “come on,” Oliver said as he ruffled the hair at the back of Rod’s head, “we’ll get you into your night nappy, and you can go to bed.”

“Ooh, can I watch?” Josh piped up.

“Well, it’s up to Rod, really,” Oliver replied, secretly hoping Rod’d say yes.

“Um, well, I guess so,” Rod replied, a bit unsure of himself.

“Great,” Oliver replied, “now, if I’m not here for any reason, and Josh is, he can change you.”  Taking that as the final word, the boys all trooped back into Rod’s room, and Rod and Oliver got everything ready, explaining to Josh what they were doing as they were doing it.  Finally, everything was ready, and Rod lay on his back on the changing table.  Oliver said that it was up to the boys if they used the straps around Rod’s arms to hold him in place or just let Rod hold onto the table himself.  For the case of a demonstration, they used the straps, and Oliver showed Josh how they worked to hold Rod’s arms to the tabletop and how Rod could use them to lift his arse in the air when it was required.  As Oliver undid Rod’s day nappy, he continued to explain to Josh everything he was doing; he explained the difference between the three types of nappies; the cloth ones were only for nighttime.  If someone was home during the day, they could help Rod use the wrap-around ones, whereas if he was home alone, he could just use the pull-ups independently.  With the open nappy on the changing table still under Rod, Oliver told Rod to lift his arse in the air, which he did.  “Now,” Oliver continued, “if Rod has opened his bowel, I use toilet paper to get as much of the faecal matter off his skin as I can before I use the wipes.”  Oliver proceeded to clean up the little bit of shit off Rod’s skin, then put the used toilet paper and wipes into Rod’s old nappy.  He rolled it all together in a tight bundle and sealed it with the tapes before dropping it into one of the nappy bins.  Oliver then got out the tube of Lanolin and smeared it liberally all over Rod’s cock and balls, ensuring he got Lanolin into all the creases of Rod’s cock and ball bag before he told Rod to lift his arse.  While Rod held his arse in the air, Oliver rubbed a liberal covering of Lanolin all over Rod’s perineum, instructing Josh to make sure he got the Lanolin into all of Rod’s creases and crevices, including Rod’s arse cheeks and cleft.

Next, Oliver explained the two types of cloth nappies to Josh, “the little triangle one goes on first,” Oliver demonstrated and showed Josh how to do up the pins so they didn’t stick into Rod.  “Now, you have to make sure that Rod’s cock and balls are facing down towards his butt, or the piss might escape his nappy.”  Oliver got the other nappy that was in a larger triangle shape, and Oliver showed Josh how to put it on Rod, making sure that the legs are really tight so that the piss-soaked shit didn’t leak.  “Last thing we have to do is put on a pair of plastic pants,” Oliver said as he demonstrated, “and we’re finished,” with that, he gave Rod a pat on his nappied arse and released the straps around Rod’s arms.  Rod got himself up off the table.  Then it was Josh’s turn to undress, which he still did shyly, which Oliver thought was cute.  Then both boys walked the newly nearly hairless, naked Josh to the door, and they stood there and watched Josh get dressed.  Before they said good night again, Oliver closed the door on Josh.  Oliver and Rod said good night to each other again as Rod got into bed, and Oliver put Nick out the back to do his nightly toilet before Oliver chained Nick up in the laundry and went to bed himself.

When Oliver finally got into bed himself, he had to bury his face in his pillow as all he wanted to do was roar with laughter about how easy it was to become the master of three subs.  As far as Oliver was concerned, all of them were too dumb even to realise that they were being abused.  Except for Nick, of course; with Nick, Oliver was just continuing the abuse; the other dickheads had begun.  But they were too stupid to keep a good thing going, seemingly when they had it fall into their laps.  With these ideas chasing themselves around and around inside Oliver’s head, he fell asleep with a huge grin plastered all over his face.

Monday after work, Oliver accompanied Nick to the gym to see if Josh’d actually turn up, and he was surprised to see him there before them.  Josh pulled Oliver aside and told him it was taking some time getting used to being bare down there, and Oliver laughed at him good-naturedly.  While the boys were talking, Nick went and got changed, and Oliver joined Josh on his tour.  When Josh saw Oliver in his very tight, skimpy wrestler’s singlet, his eyes nearly fell out of his head; Oliver just laughed at him.  Josh finished his tour and signed up for sessions with a personal trainer.  Josh gave Oliver a lift home and went to work.

A few weeks later, Josh had been going to the gym three nights a week and went running every day, and it was showing as if he’d lost most of his pot belly but still only wore solid women’s nickers.  As was his usual habit, Josh made his last delivery of the night to the boys’ house; he stripped naked on the front porch and let himself into the house.  He put the pizza in the lounge room, greeting everyone.  Josh walked into his and Rod’s room.  Josh pulled a pair of silk panties out of the drawer and put them on before he headed back to the lounge room to eat with the others.  While they ate, Oliver had Nick suck his and Josh’s cocks in turn.  When the boys had finished eating, and before Oliver allowed Nick to eat his meal, he sent Nick off to get the package for Josh.  Oliver had just finished pissing on Nick’s meal, and Nick and Oliver arrived back in the lounge room simultaneously.  Oliver sent Nick into the laundry to eat his meal and gave the box to Josh, “what’s this?” Josh asked as he accepted the box from Oliver.

“Well, you’ve done so well at the gym that we thought it was time to get you better panties to wear,” Oliver replied.

With a bit of trepidation, Josh opened the box, and he couldn’t believe his eyes; he reached into the box and pulled out a lace belt with six clips hanging from it.  “What’s this?” he asked the room at large.

“That’s a suspender belt,” Oliver replied, “stand up.”

Josh stood up, “now, what?”

“Put your suspenders on.”

“But how?” Joshua asked, turning the suspender belt around.

“I’ll help you,” Rod said as he jumped up and took the suspender belt off Josh, then kneeling in front of Josh, he held the suspender belt open for him, and Josh stepped into it.  Rod pulled it up until it was sitting on Josh’s hips.  Rod then drew the drawstring in the back tight so that the suspenders sat snuggly on Josh’s hips and wouldn’t be pulled down by the weight of the stockings.  Then, because he couldn’t wait any longer, he reached into the box and pulled out a pair of silk lace see-through nickers; Rod pulled the solid silk nickers that Josh was wearing down before he helped Josh pull his new nickers up.  Rod allowed Josh to adjust his cock and balls in the nickers while he got out a pair of silk stockings and gave them to Josh to put on.  Josh sat on one of the dining room chairs, and scrunching one of the stockings down to the toes, he slipped it on over his toes and pulled them up his legs, but then he was stuck as to what to do.  So, once again, Rod came to his rescue and showed him how to clip the top of the stockings to the clips of the suspender belt.  Josh put on the other stocking and clipped it to the suspender belt as well before he stood up and modelled the ensemble for Oliver and Rod.

“So,” Oliver asked, “how does it feel?”

Josh just stood before Oliver and Rod, feeling the stockings and nickers, “I’ve never felt anything so smooth in my life,” Rod said as tears began forming in his eyes.

“They’re real silk stockings and silk lace nickers,” Oliver said as he stood up and allowed Josh to hug him.

Josh ran into his room and looked at himself in the full-length mirror before returning to the lounge room, and before he even thought about what he was doing, Josh sat in Oliver’s lap and kissed him long and deep.  “Oh,” Josh caught himself as he sat on Oliver’s lap, “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean….  It’s just that I’ve never had anything so lovely; I didn’t think I could wear anything like this….”  He finished as he trailed off.

“I know,” Oliver replied with a disarming smile on his face, “that’s why Rod and I decided to buy you something really nice to wear, especially as you have lost so much weight and are getting yourself in better condition.  Now,” Oliver said as he gently pushed Josh off his lap, “go and try on the rest of your new stuff.”

With that, Josh jumped up, grabbed the box, and returned to his room to try everything.  Josh spent the next hour or so modelling all the panties Oliver had bought for him; he even tried on the gaff but wasn’t sure about that.  From then on, every time Josh went to Oliver’s house because that was who everyone thought the house belonged, he stripped off at the front door, entered the room he shared with Rod, and dressed in his women’s panties and sometimes stockings to wear around the house.

A few weeks later, Oliver decided it was time to show his household to the world, so he informed Rod and Josh that they were all going to go clubbing.   “I’ve put something special for your both to wear out for you, so go and get changed; we don’t have all night, well we do, but you know what I mean.”  Josh was the first one dressed, and he walked out of his room clad in self-supporting fishnet stockings that stopped about two inches from the very tops of his thighs.  He had on a frilly micro mini that was so light it blew around in the slightest breath of wind; it was so short that it barely would have covered his pubic bush if he’d still had one.  Underneath, Josh wore a lace g-string that strained to contain his cock and balls.   But it wasn’t the g-string that Oliver had provided for him; this g-string Josh had bought for himself, and it was like a jockstrap in that it allowed Josh’s cock and balls to hang down.  Except it was a g-string in that the strip of material at the back went up his arse crack and not over the globes of his arse like a real jockstrap.  So, anybody looking at him was in no doubt that he was a male.  On top, he was wearing nothing but a micro tuxedo, the front panels of which barely covered the first two rows of his abs and stopped just shy of his paps, while the tails of his tux were barely two inches wide as they lay over the top half of the curve of Josh’s bubble butt.  Until they hung down his legs almost to the backs of his knees, that was if they had been able to make contact with any of Josh’s flesh below the top of his bubble butt.  Josh was wearing six-inch stilettoes to finish his ensemble, and the whole ensemble was jet-black.

“So, what do you think?” Oliver asked Josh shyly.

“I love it,” Josh barely breathed in reply.

As for Rod, he was not embarrassed by wearing a nappy; in fact, he flaunted the fact that he was wearing a nappy.  That was all he wore around the house; even getting the mail, he never covered his nappy.  So, Oliver had gotten him a pair of leather assless chaps to wear, and Rod couldn’t have been happier; he had on a leather vest that hung open to show off his torso and heeled boots.  He’d been to the bathroom and slicked his hair back so it was now parted in the middle.

The only one, seemingly, not to be going, was Nick, and he couldn’t have been happier; finally, he thought, a night home alone, he couldn’t wait.  They all piled into Nick’s truck, and Oliver told him to take them to a Prahran nightclub where Oliver knew their chosen attire wouldn’t raise too many eyebrows.  While Nick fumed at the thought that he had to drive them all to the nightclub, naked, of course, he couldn’t wait to get home and have the whole house to himself.  The nightclub Oliver had chosen was very well patronaged, and there were a lot of people milling around outside, either waiting to get in or waiting for someone.  So, while they all got out of Nick’s truck, a lot of people got to see Nick in all of his naked glory, and Nick flamed red from embarrassment while he waited for everyone to get out of his truck.  A lot of the patrons whipped their phones out and took pictures of Nick sitting naked in his truck.  As soon as the last door was closed, Nick gunned his truck and was off.

Rod and Josh got a lot of attention, more so Rod for his daring to come to the nightclub in a nappy, although more than one patron wondered if it was a real nappy.  As for Oliver, he was admired for being in the presence of someone who was so obviously wearing a nappy and having someone hanging off his arm who looked absolutely stunning in their chosen attire.  Having the six-inch stilettos, Josh towered over Rod and Oliver, but they didn’t mind.  The nightclub was in an alley off Porter St, and even though it was very hard to find, it was very well patronaged, so much so that on very busy nights, there was a wait time to get in.  Not that the patrons minded too much, as they all knew the types of people who frequented the nightclub, and for a lot of the patrons, it was more about people watching than dancing for them.

The entrance hat check area was 3mtrs by 6mtrs; the patrons could only take into the club itself anything that was needed; everything else had to be checked in.  The dance floor itself was 25mtrs by 10mtrs of parquetry dancefloor.  Along the back wall are the toilets and powder rooms, while the bar and seating are on one side of the dance floor.  There is a mezzanine floor with more seating and a bar so that the patrons can sit and drink or watch the patrons out on the dance floor.  For those patrons in the know, there is a doorway in the far back corner.  This door allows access to the building behind that has been outfitted with cubicles with a padded bench for patrons who require some quiet time, somewhere to sit and collect themselves, or for a little dalliance if they so desire.  It is rumoured that there were dark passageways if the patrons wanted to do something more than dance; all of these areas of the nightclub only had low lighting.  In every cubicle and along the darkened passageways, in strategic positions along the walls, there are lube and condom dispensers.  Not that management condones sex in their nightclub, but they want their patrons to be as safe as possible.  But the glory holes, if the lube and condom dispensers weren’t enough of a giveaway, cut into the walls of the passageways, really seemed to make a mockery of that notion.

At the start of the evening, the three boys danced together, but as Rod grew in confidence, it wasn’t long before he went off dancing on his own, leaving Oliver and Josh dancing together.  Neither boy minded; occasionally, they would dance with other people from time to time.  After an hour or so, Oliver found Josh and invited him to the mezzanine level for drinks, so both boys went upstairs.  After getting their drinks, they sat and watched the parade on the dance floor.  Oliver looked for Rod and found him eventually surrounded by a lot of people all dancing around and with him, and he looked, from this distance, as though he was having a good time.  It didn’t look as though anyone had been abusing him, not that Oliver cared if he was being abused, as long as he was the only one doing it.  But Rod was out in public in nothing but his nappy, leather chaps, and vest, which made Oliver smirk to himself, as Rod thinks this was his idea to come to the nightclub.  Josh as well, for that matter, and he had to hide his smirk behind his drink, “I love this place,” Josh almost yelled at Oliver to be heard over the noise of the other patrons and the booming dance music.  “Do you come here often?”

“I used to come here a lot,” Oliver admitted, “I like to dance and wanted to find a place where it didn’t matter if you could actually dance or not, or they didn’t care what you did or didn’t wear,” and to find ‘victims’ but he didn’t say that part out loud.

The two boys finished their drinks and went back down to the dance floor, and they danced together for a while, but after a bit, they drifted apart.  It was sometime later that Oliver felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and he swung around to see Josh standing there.  Josh hugged Oliver, which prompted Oliver to ask if he was ok, as best he could, over the thumping dance music and the noise of the other patrons.  Josh leaned in close and said that he was, and it was then that Oliver noticed that Josh had been crying.  ‘Are you ok?” Oliver almost demanded of Josh, as Josh was his property, even though Josh didn’t know it, and if anyone hurt him without his permission, then Oliver was going to get his revenge.  Josh told Oliver that nothing had happened, and rather than trying to talk to Oliver anymore, Josh grabbed Oliver by the hand and led him to the door in the corner of the nightclub.  Once through the door, it was as if they’d walked through a door of silence because, on the other side of the door, the only music they could hear was the piped music provided.

Oliver wasn’t surprised that someone couldn’t wait to get Josh into one of the back cubicles, fuck the way he was dressed up tonight; Oliver was almost desperate to fuck him himself.  How he controlled himself every weekend with Josh walking around in his skimpy lingerie, Oliver would never know.  Then seeing him dressed up tonight, Josh looked so slutty that Oliver wanted to take him in the front hall in front of everyone; I mean, Oliver thought to himself as he trailed along behind Josh, a man can only restrain himself for so long.  The boys walked through the door, and Oliver did a great job of acting surprised at what he saw.  “Who knew this was all here,” Oliver asked in mock surprise.

“Hmm, I know,” Josh replied breathlessly, “I was almost as surprised as you when I walked through that door.  But come and look, there’s more,” Josh finished as he pulled Oliver by the hand.  Josh showed Oliver one of the cubicles.

“How did you find all of this?” Oliver asked, still working very hard on sounding surprised.

“Oh, one of the guys I was dancing with brought me in here….”

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Oliver asked, cutting him off, “’cause if he did….” Oliver finished hotly.

“No, no,” Josh cut Oliver off, “as soon as I knew what he wanted, I was outta here and came looking for you!”

“Just as well,” Oliver replied, “or I’d have had his guts for garters,”

“Oh, I know!” Josh said, “that’s why I came looking for you,” he added as he pulled Oliver inside one of the cubicles and locked the door.  Josh pulled Oliver over to the bench and sat down, “It’s hard to explain,” he began again, “when the other man brought me in here, he called me a slut, and I supposed I am dressed slutily, but I don’t feel like a slut, tonight, I feel more like a woman than I ever have.  That first night when I told you about my fetish, and you said I had to strip completely at the front door before I was allowed to come back in,” Josh hurried on so that Oliver couldn’t interrupt him, “was the best thing you could have done.  It felt as though I was stripping my maleness away.  But hanging around the house in women’s nickers, I kind of felt half and half, like I am a man wearing women’s nickers, but it feels natural.  I’m not self-conscious about it, but tonight, I feel like I’m a different person….”

“Different, how?” Oliver asked, cutting Josh off.

“I don’t know; I felt different as I was getting dressed to come here tonight.  As I pulled on my stockings and put on my skirt and top, I felt almost womanly, and when I got my stilettos on, I felt like a different person altogether.  Does that make sense?” Josh finished lamely.

“Of course, it does,” Oliver said as he began to undress and hang his clothes on the pegs provided while mentally asking himself, ‘what the fuck?’  Josh leaned over and kissed Oliver on the lips, something he’s only ever done once or twice.  Well, Josh kissing him took him by surprise in the short time he’s known him, and a very surprised Oliver returned the kiss.

Then slowly, almost lovingly, the boys undressed each other as they continued to caress and kiss each other in their explorations of each other’s bodies.  Oliver pulled Josh’s nickers down and pushed his legs back on his torso, pushing his cock and balls out of the way, as Oliver was not interested in those.  As Oliver, for the first time in his life, licked Josh’s anus, it felt almost swollen, even though Josh protested that he was a virgin.  Oliver moved up and kissed Josh again as he pushed at his sphincter with a finger exploratorily and met with some resistance.  So, gently, almost tenderly, Oliver applied more pressure until his finger overcame Josh’s sphincter, which caused Josh to gasp at the intrusion.  He withdrew his finger, reached up to the lube dispenser, and coated his finger with it liberally.  This time when Oliver inserted his finger in Josh’s anus, it met only a little resistance.  After finger fucking Josh for a little bit, Oliver removed his finger.  He coated his cock liberally with lube and lined his cock up with Josh’s anus, and after asking if Josh was ok, Oliver pushed the blunt head of his cock up against Josh’s anal lips until his cock was able to overcome Josh’s sphincter.  Oliver’s cock entered Josh’s anus.

Oliver held his cock still when he had the entire length of it up Josh’s arse, and he marvelled at the tightness of Josh’s arse as he could feel the muscles of Josh’s bowel as they moved against his cock.  Slowly Oliver pulled his cock out of Josh’s arse until he felt Josh’s arse lips close around the underside of the head of his cock.  Again, Oliver held his cock still and allowed Josh to get used to the feel of a cock in his arse.  Oliver started to make shushing noises, as he could see tears forming in Josh’s eyes and beginning to roll down his cheeks, “what’s wrong?” Oliver asked.  “I know it hurts having my cock up your arse for the first time….”

“No, it’s not that so much,” Josh replied, “I expected it to hurt; true, this hurts more than I thought it would, but….”

“Then what’s wrong?” Oliver asked as he kissed Josh’s tears away.

“I’ve never felt so feminine before,” Josh replied as he quietly sobbed.  Oliver kissed Josh as he slowly pushed his cock back into Josh’s anus, and this was how they continued to fuck, Oliver holding Josh in his arms, kissing him while Oliver continued to push and pull his cock in and out of Josh’s arse.  Until finally, Oliver shot his load of cum deep into Josh’s bowel, but he kept his cock buried in Josh’s arse after he cummed while he and Josh continued to kiss and cuddle.  Eventually, Josh got control of his emotions, and he stopped cuddling Oliver.  The boys pulled apart, and Oliver’s cock pulled out of Josh’s arse.

“Well, we’d better go and see what Rod’s up to out there,” Oliver said with a laugh in his voice, “I don’t want the cheeky little bastard to go off with someone else, now do we.  If he does that, what the hell am I going to do with all those fuckin’ nappies?”  Both boys laughed at the joke while they got themselves dressed; as Josh bent over to put on his nickers, Oliver could see a spot of cum where Josh’s arse cheeks had wiped it off the tip of his cock, and he smiled to himself.  Before he unlocked the door, Josh turned and kissed Oliver once more.  “Thanks for this,” Josh said as he broke off the kiss and opened the door, and both boys went out to find Rod.

Rod, for his part, had never left the dance floor; he couldn’t remember the last time he’s had so much fun.  Sure, some people gave him a hard time about wearing a nappy to a nightclub, especially when he deposited some faecal matter into it, but he was confident in himself enough to tell those people to fuck off.  When Oliver and Josh found Rod, he was drenched in sweat, and his nappy was hanging dangerously low, and he was very disappointed when Oliver told him they had to go.  The boys collected the stuff they’d checked in when they arrived.  Oliver texted Nick to come and get them, and the boys waited on the footpath for Nick to come and get them.  Josh and Rod were surprised at how many people were still trying to get into the nightclub, considering how early it was in the morning.  The boys talked amongst themselves until Nick arrived, then they all piled into the truck, and Nick drove them home.  Oliver chained Nick in the laundry after first ensuring he’d toileted himself.

“Um, seeing as it’s so early in the morning,” Josh began, “do you mind if I slept here tonight?  I don’t really want to be driving now?”

“Sure,” Oliver said, “let me change the boy here,” he said as he ruffled the hair at the back of Rod’s head, “and I can make up the couch for you if you like, or you could always share my bed?” Oliver finished mischievously.

So, Josh watched as Oliver changed Rod’s nappy for a cloth nappy for the night, complete with a pair of plastic pants.  After Rod had got into bed and Oliver had cleaned up, he asked Josh if he wanted to sleep on the couch or share his bed.  “Um, can I sleep with you?” Josh asked shyly.

“Sure,” Oliver replied, so after both boys had attended to their nightly ablutions, they went into Oliver’s room, and while Oliver stripped completely naked, Josh left his nickers on.

‘Hmm, I need to get some negligees for these kinds of situations,” Josh said as he got into bed with Oliver.  They kissed good night, and with Oliver spooning Josh, both boys fell asleep.

In the morning, Oliver disengaged himself from Josh’s embrace as he went about his morning routine.  He went to the laundry and unlocked Nick’s chain, and put him out the back to toilet before he got everyone’s breakfast; Oliver scratched his pubes on the way back to the toilet, marvelling at the fact that he was the only one in the house now who had pubes.  On his way back to bed, Oliver cracked Rod’s door open and saw he was still asleep.  Oliver got back into bed and spooned Josh until Nick came to find out what Josh wanted for breakfast.

Josh had breakfast, attended to his ablutions, left his nickers in the laundry hamper walked naked out the front door.  Josh dressed in the clothes he left on the front porch the previous evening and went to work.

*****

A few weeks later, Oliver told the boys they were going clubbing again and told them to get ready.  Josh dressed in his fishnet stockings, his lacey g-string, and micro mini, then excused himself while he grabbed a bag and headed into the bathroom.  Meanwhile, Oliver changed Rod’s nappy so he could get ready himself.  Rod had bought some new wrap-around pads for himself, they had little cowboys on them, some riding horses, some roping cows, and some that were doing something questionable to each other, and he was very proud of himself.  As soon as Oliver finished, Rod jumped off the changing table, got his leather chaps and boots, and got himself ready.  Oliver knocked on the bathroom door as he went by and told Josh to hurry it up as they didn’t have all night before he went into his bedroom and got himself dressed.  Because he felt a bit underdressed the last time, Oliver had bought himself a pair of skin-tight slacks to show off the muscles of his calves and thighs and what he had of a bubble butt which wasn’t quite dead flat, but well.  Added to this, Oliver had on a black silk shirt that again hugged his torso like a second layer of skin, and he wore heeled boots.

Oliver and Rod were dressed and ready to go and were waiting for Josh; Rod had called out to Josh a few times down the passage, wanting him to hurry up as he was almost desperate to get back to the nightclub.  Finally, both boys heard Josh coming up the passageway but continued waiting in the lounge room for Josh to appear.  Josh walked through the lounge room door, and the taunt that Oliver was going to make died on his tongue as both boys took in the visage that was Josh.  “Good evening,” an artfully made-up Josh said to the two boys as they just stared at him, “I’m Evelyn,” Josh finished as he walked towards the boys with his hand outstretched.

Oliver was the first to pull himself together; he took the proffered hand and, kissing the back of it, said, “Evelyn, I am charmed to make your acquaintance,” and as he stood, Oliver took Evelyn by both hands and holding them wide apart took in the sight of her.  She still wore the thigh-high fishnet stockings that Oliver had bought her, along with the 6” stilettos and the micro mini skirt and tuxedo.  But this time, under the tuxedo, Evelyn wore a lacey jet-black bra to go with the rest of her outfit.  But both boys noticed the make-up and hair first, from the cherry red lipstick to the rouge highlights on the tops of her cheekbones to the blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner.  She had also pulled her hair back and up to the top of her head; neither boy had even noticed that Evelyn had been allowing her hair to grow longer.

Evelyn leaned in and gave Oliver the lightest kiss on the cheek, “thank you for allowing me to be me,” she said breathily as she pulled back to admire the boys in turn.  Nick walked into the lounge room and had to bite his tongue not to say anything when he saw how Josh was made up.  But acknowledged to himself that the sight of Josh dressed and made up like that made him sick to his stomach, but what could he say?

“Ah, Nick.  I’d like you to meet Evelyn.  And you can take that look off your face,” he finished as he watched Nick’s facial expression, “while Evelyn is here, you will treat her with respect.  Is that understood?  Or do I have to teach you manners again?” Oliver finished darkly.

Nick mumbled something as he went and got his keys, and walked out the front door.  The boys and Evelyn trailed along behind him, “don’t worry about Nick,” Oliver said to her as she caught up to him.  “I think you look beautiful,” Oliver said with mock sincerity dripping from his tongue.

“If you think this outfit looks good, wait until you see what I have for tonight!” Evelyn said coyly.  In answer, all Oliver did was grab Evelyn by the hand and placed it on his growing cock, “ooooh,” Evelyn cooed, “I think we might have to do something about this sooner rather than later.  I’m sure it’s going to be too hard for you to dance with me if you have all this wood in your pants.”  They both laughed as they got into the truck.

Once again, Nick let them out at the nightclub, and once again, those patrons waiting to get in took a barrage of photos of Nick as he sat naked in his truck before he was able to drive off.

The boys and Evelyn eventually got into the nightclub.  However, Evelyn didn’t mind the wait as she got a lot of admiring looks, some low wolf whistles, and even some outright propositions.  But Evelyn laughed them all off coyly as she held Oliver’s arm.  When they got into the nightclub, Evelyn grabbed Oliver by the hand and made a beeline for the back door.  Evelyn found an empty cubicle and, leading Oliver inside, turned and locked the door behind them, “um, can you be a bit careful of my hair and make-up?” Evelyn asked Oliver shyly.

“Of course, I can,” Oliver replied in mock sincerity, “why don’t you just bend over the bench, and I can take you from behind?”

“We’ll see,” Evelyn said as she pushed Oliver up against the wall and kissed him before she kissed a line down his neck, and as she came to his shirt collar, Evelyn began to unbutton Oliver’s shirt.  When Evelyn had uncovered Oliver’s paps, she licked and sucked them in turn before biting them playfully, making Oliver wince.  Evelyn moved down Oliver’s torso, still kissing his exposed flesh as she went.  Evelyn undid Oliver’s belt buckle and the button and the fly of his pants until the only thing separating Evelyn from Oliver’s cock was the thin material of his jocks.  Oliver could feel Evelyn’s hot breath, through the material of his jocks, on his cock, and he shuddered as he felt a drop of pre-cum rolling down his urethra.  Evelyn pulled Oliver’s jocks down just in time to see the drop of pre-cum as it beaded on the blunt head of Oliver’s cock.  Experimentally, Evelyn stuck out her tongue and lapped the drop of pre-cum from the head of Oliver’s cock, and the tip of her tongue barely scraped the head of Oliver’s cock.

For Oliver, this was a whole new experience; he was so used to forcing himself on his conquest at the time.  Forcing them to lick and suck his cock.  Forcing them to let him fuck their arse.  This was the first time anyone had been tender with him; normally, his sexual conquest at the time was trying to fight him off, which made it that much more exciting for him, or so he thought.  But this got him that much more aroused, so now that Evelyn had licked his cock voluntarily, Oliver didn’t quite know what to do.  While all this was running through his head, another drop of pre-cum rolled down his urethra, causing Oliver to shudder slightly again.  Evelyn saw the drop of pre-cum forming on the head of Oliver’s cock, only this time, not only did she lick the drop of pre-cum up, but she took the head of Oliver’s cock into her mouth.  When he looked down, all he could see was Evelyn’s cherry-red lips stretched around his cock, “oh, god,” he groaned as he felt Evelyn’s tongue find and explore his piss slit.

Evelyn forced her tongue between the head of Oliver’s cock and foreskin, and she could feel the shudders that shook Oliver’s body.  Freeing her tongue, Evelyn sucked more of Oliver’s cock into her mouth and explored the silky texture of the skin of his cock on her tongue.  Being a bit fearful of having Oliver’s cock down her throat, Evelyn pulled back off Oliver’s cock and lapped at his ball bag instead.  Sucking each ball into her mouth, in turn, experimentally, while Oliver, for his part, didn’t want her to stop, but eventually she did.  Evelyn stood up in front of Oliver and kissed him on the mouth before she turned around and, holding him by the hand, led him the short distance to the bench.  Evelyn pulled her nickers down and bent over; Oliver got some lube from the dispenser and spread a liberal amount all over his cock before he lined the blunt tip of his cock up with Evelyn’s arse lips.  And applying consistent pressure, Oliver overcame Evelyn’s arse lips and drove his cock deep into Evelyn’s arse, only this time, instead of waiting to see if Evelyn’s arse was ready to accommodate his cock, Oliver just slowly fucked Evelyn.  While Oliver fucked her arse, Evelyn moaned and groaned with the pleasure she was feeling.  It was so different from the first time that Oliver fucked her; then, it felt as though he was ripping her insides out, now, it was very pleasurable, and she didn’t want it to end.

But like all good things, this too did end, Oliver let out a loud grunt as he shot his load of cum deep into Evelyn’s arse and collapsed onto her back, and that is how they stayed for a while.  Until Oliver collected himself enough to stand back up and pull his dripping cock out of Evelyn’s arse cheeks, and as he stood there, he admired the smear of cum on Evelyn’s arse cheeks.  Evelyn stood up and pulled up her nickers, and while the back seam of her nickers disappeared into her arse crack, it still left a smudge of cum on her arse cheeks which was clearly visible even when she stood up because her micro mini was so short.  Oliver wasn’t sure if he wanted everyone in the nightclub to know what he and Evelyn’s done, but it left his head almost immediately.  When Oliver had dressed, they left the cubicle and went in search of Rod and to do some dancing.

They found Rod on the dancefloor, dancing up a storm, surrounded by a lot of people; Oliver and Evelyn went and got themselves a drink and danced the night away.

Eventually, in the small hours of the morning, the boys and Evelyn called it a night.  Oliver called Nick to come and get them and take them home.  When they got to the house, Evelyn asked if she could stay the night again, and Oliver readily agreed.  So, while Evelyn removed her make-up, Oliver took Nick out into the backyard to toilet, and after chaining him in the laundry, Oliver went and changed Rod’s nappy.  By the time he did all that, Evelyn was sitting up in bed waiting for him; this time, she was wearing a black silk lacey negligee, almost stopping Oliver in his tracks.  He stripped naked and got into bed, Evelyn laid down, and they kissed and cuddled, “you truly looked beautiful tonight,” Oliver said. 

Evelyn blushed and thanked him, “if you hadn’t made me strip on that first night and made it a condition for me to enter the house after that.  I don’t think I would have been brave enough to explore this side of me.  I wanted so desperately to be able to do that ever since the first night I made a delivery to your place….”

Oliver cut her off by covering her mouth with his as he kissed her; this time, there was a sense of urgency in her lovemaking, and Oliver responded in kind.  This time after Oliver had fucked Evelyn, he left his cock buried in her arse as they spooned each other and fell asleep.