5. Big Brother – Nominations
Stuart is sat around the sofa, with the Four other housemates, Oly, Jon, Marco, Steve are awaiting an announcement from Big Brother. His voices boom out over the intercom. "This is Big Brother, shortly we will be playing games for the chance of immunity from nominations this week"
The five housemates look around at each other nervously, they have been in the house for 10 days, getting to know each other. So far there have been no tasks, but they were all warned the tasks will be humiliating with some of them involving sexual humiliation.
Stuart shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting between the others. He's been waiting for this shoe to drop. He knows what's coming, and it's making him sweat. "Humiliating', huh?" He mumbles under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. He's here to win, no matter what. But still...
Jon turns to Stuart, "You okay mate? You look a bit pale." he says with a light chuckle. Stuart forces a grin, rubbing his palms against his jeans. "Ah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking, that's all. You're not... worried, are you?" He glances at Jon, trying to gauge his reaction.
He's desperate to appear tough, like he can handle whatever Big Brother throws at him. But it's hard to ignore the knot in his stomach. "Not really." Jon shrugs. "I'll give 'em a good show, whatever it is, I guess it's all part of the game." he says confidently. Stuart nods, trying to mirror Jon's confidence.
"Exactly! It's all part of the game. Can't let a little humiliation get in the way of winning." He laughs nervously, attempting to sound braver than he feels. Inside, he's still anxious about what exactly Big Brother has in store. He just hopes he can keep his cool when the task starts.
"This is big brother, will contestants please walk out to the back garden" the voice echoes through the living room.
Stuart swallows hard, his heart rate picking up. "Here we go then," he mutters, standing up quickly. He follows Jon and the others out into the back garden, his senses on high alert. What's waiting for us out there?
In the centre of the garden stands Big Brother's podium with lights shining down on it. Everyone takes position around it waiting for instructions from Big Brother. Stuart positions himself near the front, trying to appear eager. He adjusts his clothes, making sure he doesn't look too dishevelled.
He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever's about to happen. The lights beating down from the podium are hot, making him blink. He glances around, checking out the others. They all seem just as anxious as he is. He clears his throat, trying to dispel his nerves.
Big Brother's voice crackles through speakers overhead: "For your task today, you will each play a game of Truth or Dare, with a twist! Each truth answered incorrectly or dare refused will result in a punishment for you!
Stuart's eyes widen slightly, his gut twisting with dread. Truth or dare? That's a kid's game. But not when there are punishments involved. He swallows hard, his mouth dry. Dammit. This can't be good. He thinks. But I'm not backing down. I'll play along.
"First up is Oly, what will it be truth or dare?" Big Brother asks.
Oly's hesitation doesn't go unnoticed by Stuart. He watches intently, wondering what Oly will choose. If he picks truth and gets it wrong...or even dares...Stuart can only imagine how embarrassing it'll be.
He leans forwards slightly, a sly grin creeping onto his face. "Come on, Oly...what's it gonna be?" he whispers under his breath, almost hoping Oly will take the dare. Oly leans over to Stuart, "I'll take the dare." Stuart feels the excitement in Oly's voice. This could get interesting.
Stuart raises his eyebrows, surprised. Oly's taking the dare? That's bold. A thrill runs through him, mixed with a bit of trepidation. He leans back slightly, curious to see what kind of dare Big Brother has cooked up.
"Oh, you're a brave one, aren't ya, Oly?" he teases, trying to mask his own nervousness. "Let's see what you're made of."
Big Brother announces "Your dare is to run around the garden three times while singing 'The wheels on the bus go round and round'" with a loud, dramatic laugh that echoes. Oly laughs and looks ready to start.
Stuart bursts out laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're actually gonna do it, aren't ya?" He slaps Oly on the back, still grinning. "Alright, mate. Give it your best shot. We're all dying to see this."
He steps back, enjoying the sudden rush of amusement. At least someone's taking this in stride. But deep down, he's wondering what kind of dares he'll be facing. Will I be so brave?
"That is not all, a children’s song should have the right attire, you must wear a diaper. Oh, and Oly you aren’t allowed remove the diaper for twenty-four hours" Big brother adds.
Stuart's jaw drops, his laughter caught in his throat. A diaper? Twenty-four hours?! That's a whole new level of humiliating. He glances at Oly, whose face has gone from excited to mortified.
He shakes his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Blimey, Oly. That's... quite the dare." It's clear he's both shocked and entertained by the situation. He can't help but feel a little relieved it's not him in the spotlight right now, but he's also concerned about what his own dare might entail.
"Oly, if you choose to do the dare, enter the changing room and put on the diaper. No other clothes may be worn, you will be in just the diaper for twenty-four hours, bare foot, shirtless and no pants" Big Brother announces.
Stuart winces, feeling a pang of sympathy for Oly. Twenty-four hours...that's brutal. He can't imagine having to walk around like that. He shifts uncomfortably, imagining the stares, the snickers, and—worst of all—the camera crews capturing every single second.
"Poor bloke," Stuart mutters, sympathy warring with morbid curiosity. He watches Oly carefully, wondering if he'll actually go through with it. Is it really worth it? Is winning that important? He clears his throat, trying not to think too hard about his own potential fate.
Oly hesitates but then marches into the changing room. A few minutes later he emerges fully clad in a pink sponge bob SquarePants diaper, barefoot and shirtless. Stuart bites his lip, stifling a snort. Pink sponge bob... that's just...
He tries to maintain a neutral expression, but his eyes are wide with amusement. He's trying really hard not to laugh outright, but it's tough. Poor guy looks ridiculous.
"Alright, alright, Oly. You've got some balls," he whispers, patting Oly's shoulder awkwardly, trying to show solidarity. "Let's see you do those laps, then." Oly stares at Stuart clearly not amused that he is making things worse.
Oly grits his teeth and starts jogging around the garden chanting "The wheels on the bus go round and round" in a high-pitched voice. Everyone else breaks out laughing.
Stuart bursts into laughter, clutching his stomach. "Oh, sweet mercy, this is... this is something else!" He's almost crying from laughing so hard. He feels a little guilty, knowing Oly's humiliation is the source of his amusement, but he can't help himself. He's never seen anything so ridiculous.
Between gasps for air, he manages to choke out, "You're... killing it, Oly! SpongeBob... never looked so... proud." He nods toward the diaper, still chuckling uncontrollably.
As Oly finishes his final lap, panting, Big Brother announces "Oly, your dare has been completed successfully. You may return to the house and everyone else will face their dares. Stuart wipes tears from his eyes, finally managing to compose himself.
"Well, that was... quite an experience," he murmurs, still chuckling. But as the reality of the situation hits him again, his laughter dies down. Next up could be anyone. Could be him.
He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. "Right. My turn next, maybe." He glances around, his heart pounding slightly faster. What's gonna happen? He squares his shoulders, trying to appear confident. Whatever it takes, I'll do it. He reminds himself. I'm here to win.
"Marco, Truth or Dare" Big Brother asks.
Marco's about to answer, and Stuart's about to find out if he's lucky. He watches intently, his earlier laughter fading into tense anticipation. He taps his foot nervously, his mind racing with possibilities. Please don't let it be something terrible. Please don’t pick dare...
If Marco chooses dare, Stuart knows he'll be next. His palms start to sweat. He rubs them dry on his pants, trying to stay calm. He's already conjuring up worst-case scenarios in his head. "Truth" Marco answers.
Stuart breathes a quiet sigh of relief, glad it's not a dare. He crosses his arms, eyes fixed on Marco, curious what kind of truth Big Brother will serve up. Truth can be just as brutal as a dare sometimes. "That was a smart choice, mate," he mutters under his breath.
"Marco, what is your deepest fantasy?" Big Brother questions. The other housemates look at Marco curiously. Stuart raises an eyebrow, intrigued. This was an... unexpected question. He leans forward, intrigued by Marco's potential answer. Deepest fantasy, huh?
He notices the other housemates' curious stares, their bodies language tense. Everyone's invested, waiting to hear Marco's response. Even Stuart's skin prickles with anticipation.
"Ooh, that's a good one," he murmurs, not intending to speak aloud. He quickly covers his mouth, blushing slightly. But hey, it's not him in the hot seat, right? He leans back, settling in for what's likely to be a very entertaining answer.
Big brother knows Marco is gay and very kinky, who loves to be humiliated "Oh, and Marco, the fantasy must be of a sexual nature" Big Brother raises the stakes.
Stuart's eyes widen, his face heating up. Oh, wow. That's... quite specific. He feels a mix of excitement and discomfort. He shifts uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like he's intruding on something intimate.
He glances around, wondering if anyone else is as flustered as he is. He swallows hard, his mind whirling. "Ah, blimey," he mutters, shaking his head. This is getting heavy. But hey, Marco's gonna have to answer now, right?
Marco clears his throat "Well uh...my deepest fantasy...is to be...bound and blindfolded, completely at someone else's mercy." he answers reluctantly. A few contestants gasp.
Stuart's face flushes bright red, his ears burning. He shifts his weight, clearly flustered. He's not sure how to react, unsure if he should laugh, sympathize, or pretend he's not listening. He settles for awkwardly nodding, trying to play it cool.
"Ah, okay, yeah, that's... quite something," he stammers. He's never heard anyone talk about something like that before. He's not judging, exactly, but...wow.
He quickly averts his gaze, suddenly fascinated by his shoes. This is...a lot. Way more than I was expecting. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. Just act normal, Stuart. Just...act normal.
"Well Marco, that was very honest." Big Brother says approvingly. "Next is Stuart, Truth or Dare? Stuart's heart leaps into his throat. His name's been called. No avoiding it now. He swallows hard, trying to stall for time. "Er...Truth. Yeah, I'll take...Truth."
He blurts it out before he can change his mind. He's not feeling brave enough for a dare right now, not after Marco's...enlightening confession. He's hoping against hope that Big Brother won't ask anything too embarrassing.
Then Stuart thinks for a second, he knows the audience will vote for who gets immunity, he needs to go big, he needs to win, he needs the money so badly. "No Big Brother, I choose Dare" Stuart corrects himself, his jaw setting in determination.
He can't afford to play it safe, not when the prize is so close. The words hang in the air, heavy with implication. His palms start sweating again, but this time, he doesn't back down. He's not going to let fear hold him back. Not when he needs that money so badly.
A light flickers on at the end of the garden. There is a dunking booth. "Stuart, we dare you to be the person who sits in the dunking booth, your fellow house mates will attempt to throw balls to drop you in. They will have five shots each.” That isn’t so bad he thinks.
“Oh, and Stuart that is not water in the tank. It’s the audiences piss" Big brother announces. The other housemates start to snicker. "So, what will it be Stuart do you accept the challenge" Big Brother asks.
Stuart goes pale, his stomach churning. The audience's piss? That's disgusting. He feels sick just thinking about it. But...he already said dare. If he backs down now, he'll lose all credibility. And what about the money? He clenches his fists, his voice wavering slightly as he forces himself to speak.
"I... I accept the challenge." The words taste bitter in his mouth. The thought of being dropped into a tank filled with strangers' waste is humiliating beyond belief. But he's desperate. He'll do anything to stay in this game. Even if it means getting covered in... that.
As Stuart approaches the seat he notices a spider gag on the seat. It will force his mouth to stay open when he falls into the water. Stuart knows what the purpose of keeping his mouth open is. He starts to remove his shirt, but Big Brother speaks again.
"No Stuart, keep all your clothes on. You won't be permitted to change your clothes for twenty-four hours. Put the spider gag on and take your seat. Housemates, form a line and pick up five balls each. The person to dunk him into the Water will be exempt from the rest of the game and will receive one of the two immunities from nomination this week."
Stuart freezes, his hands halfway through removing his shirt. His heart plummets, dread washing over him. No changing clothes? Twenty-four hours? He's going to have to sit in... that...and wear these clothes the whole time?
He swallows hard, feeling a surge of panic. But there's no backing down now. He slowly walks towards the seat, his movements stiff. He picks up the spider gag, his fingers trembling slightly.
He puts it on, the metal taste filling his mouth, forcing his jaw wide open. His eyes dart around, locking onto the eager faces of his fellow contestants. They're practically salivating at the chance to dunk him.
He sits down, his legs dangling over the edge of the seat, his entire body tensed. He's going to be completely at their mercy.
Jon throws his five balls and misses each time, Marco does the same each of them getting very close. Steve who he doesn't get on well with Stuart is last to throw he picks up his five balls, looking very confident. Stuart thinks for a second there might be a chance he avoids getting dunked.
Stuart's eyes lock onto Steve, his tension spiking. Steve's confidence is unnerving. He's not getting dunked. Not like this. Not by Steve, of all people.
He grips the edges of the seat, his knuckles white. He's been so close to disaster, and now, now it's all down to Steve. He holds his breath, praying silently, please, please, please miss... miss... miss...
He's sweating buckets, his mind racing. Steve's gonna get it right. He knows it. There's no way he's this lucky. Steve grins, tosses the first ball and it lands perfectly in the centre of the target. The mechanism immediately drops Stuart into the piss-filled tank.
Stuart's world goes into slow motion. He tries to cry out, but the spider gag makes it sound more like a garbled squeak. He's falling, falling, falling...and then he hits the liquid. It's warm. Warm and thick. Oh God.
He thrashes, trying to get rid of the disgusting stuff, but it's no use. It's everywhere. He's drenched. He can feel it seeping into his clothes, weighing him down. His eyes sting, and he's pretty sure it's not just from the liquid itself. The humiliation is suffocating.
He surfaces, spluttering, gagging. The gag forces him to keep his mouth open, and he's terrified he'll swallow some. He shakes his head, trying to clear his vision. Steve's grinning at him, smug as hell. Stuart glares back, furious.
Stuarts head dunks under the piss and he swallows a large gulp full of urine. Stuart chokes, his stomach twisting violently. He tries to spit, to get rid of the acrid taste, but it's too late. It's already gone down. He's disgusted, horrified. He can't believe he just...swallowed...that.
The realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he's suddenly hyper-aware of every drop clinging to his skin, every drop inside him. He's shaking, feeling like he's going to throw up.
He clutches the side of the tank, his fingers digging into the material, desperate to hold on. He's not crying. He's not. He's just...really, really...angry.
Stuart climbs out of the tank, he is dripping in piss his clothes completely soaked. "Steve, you have earned immunity please return to the house. Stuart you may join the final contestant as we complete the game. We need the piss to dry before you can renter the house"
Stuart stands there, dripping wet, his clothes heavy with the stench of...of...urine. He shudders violently, trying to ignore the sensation of it dripping down his skin, weighing him down. Steve walks past him, patting him on the back with a smirk, and Stuart has to bite his tongue to stop himself from lashing out.
He nods slowly, still reeling from the experience. "Yeah, yeah, fine. Just...get this over with," he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. He's trapped in this nightmare, and all he can do is push forward.
He watches Steve disappear into the house, his eyes burning with resentment. That bastard. But he doesn't have time to dwell on it. He turns back to Big Brother, his jaw clenched. "Right. Let's...let it dry." He groans, running a hand through his piss-soaked hair. This is hell. Pure hell.
"Jon, what will it be Truth or Dare" Big Brother questions.
Stuart watches Jon closely, still trying to shake off the revulsion of his ordeal. His own fate hangs precariously, depending on Jon's choice. He crosses his arms, his damp clothes clinging unpleasantly to his skin. He can't help but think, please choose truth, mate. Please.
He shifts his weight impatiently, his mind racing with possibilities. Another dare like his...he doesn't know if he could handle it. "Dare" Jon answers. It’s obvious that truth won't be enough to sway the publics vote.
Stuart's gut drops. Not again. Jon's going for the dare, just like he did. He's trying to win the audience over, same as me. He stands rigid, his senses heightened, bracing for what's about to come. He hopes against hope that Big Brother isn't as cruel this time around...but deep down, he knows better.
Big Brother thrives on drama, on spectacle. And Jon just handed himself over on a silver platter. Big Brother announces "Jon, you must crawl around the yard, barking like a dog on all fours for five minutes." Stuart lets out a surprised laugh.
Stuart snorts, caught off guard by the dare. He wasn't expecting something so...ridiculous. Not after what he just went through. But he can't deny the small, twisted part of him that's relieved. Jon's getting off easy.
He tries to stifle his laughter, but it bubbles out anyway, earning him a few weird looks from the other contestants. Jon's face turns bright red, and Stuart can't resist a little smirk. Yeah, this is hilarious, actually.
He watches Jon awkwardly drop to all fours, his face contorting as he starts barking. Stuart shakes his head, still grinning, wondering how far people will go to survive in this twisted game.
"Oh, and Jon, there is a twist. You must spend the next twenty-four hours, on all fours like a dog, you may only bark to communicate, will crawl everywhere, eat out of a dog bowl and sleep in a dog cage" Big Brothers voices beams out, the voice almost laughing.
Stuart's eyes widen, his humour vanishing. Twenty-four hours?! That's brutal. Jon might be able to play along for five minutes, but an entire day? In a dog cage? Eating from a bowl? That's degrading on a whole other level.
He feels a twinge of sympathy for Jon, though he's not about to show it. After all, Jon chose dare knowing the risks. Still, he can't help but think that might've been the worse option. At least Stuart only had to endure a few minutes of horror. Jon's got an eternity of humiliation ahead of him.
Twenty-four hours later, Jon is looking pretty exhausted, covered in dog hair from sleeping in the cage. He crawls out, still whimpering slightly.
Stuart watches Jon emerges from the dog cage, pity stirring within him despite everything. The guy looks utterly broken, reduced to crawling around like an animal, reduced to whimpers instead of words. Twenty-four hours can change a person.
He looks away, uncomfortable with the reminder of how callously they're treated here. This isn't a game - it's a slow, agonizing march toward debasement. And they're all just pawns in Big Brother's twisted amusement.
The thought sends a chill down his spine. He needs to get out of here. Needs to survive. For his own sake. The five housemates sit around the sofa, Marco is sat next to Steve who are fully clothed. Steve having immunity is smiling, Oly is still half naked in the diaper, which he has pissed in three times in the last day.
stretches his legs, Stuart is still in his pissed stained clothes. Big Brother starts to speak.
"Congratulations Steve you have won one of two immunities. Who have the audience chosen for the second immunity. Will it be Marco who answered a truth questioned honestly, Oly who spent a day half naked in a diaper.
Jon who spent the day as a dog, or Stuart who spent twenty-four hours in piss-soaked clothes. The votes have been counted and verified and I can know reveal the second person to receive immunity is"
Big Brother pauses to build anticipation, the four housemates look around at each other nervously.
The wait is agonizing. Stuart leans forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He's got to be honest, he's not sure who he'd pick if he were in the audience's shoes. They've all suffered in their own ways. But he needs that immunity. He needs it more than oxygen right now.
He glances around at the others, his eyes locking onto each of them in turn. Marco, looking smug despite everything. Oly, red-faced and miserable. And Jon... poor Jon, still shaken from his time as a dog. "Come on," Stuart mutters under his breath. "Just tell us already."
Big Brother speaks. "The second person to receive immunity is...Oly!" Big Brother exclaims dramatically. Stuart looks shocked, Oly jumps up from the sofa and starts to cheer. "This is mental! Cheers mate!”
Stuart's jaw drops. Oly? Oly? Of all people, they chose...him? He's stuck in piss-soaked clothes, shivering, smelling like a toilet, and Oly gets immunity? He feels like he's been punched. It's not fair. It's just not fair. He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms.
"Bullshit," he whispers, shaking his head. "This is bullshit." He's seething, watching Oly celebrate. The housemates all look at Stuart who rants about how unfair it is that he wasn't chosen the housemates all look awkwardly at Stuarts embarrassing and childish reaction.
"This is big brother, congratulations Oly, it is now time for nominations, remember Steve and Oly can't be nominated. Jon, please come to the diary room and make your nomination. Jon walks towards the diary room leaving the rest of the housemates and Stuart seating on the sofa.
The others' awkward stares only fuel Stuart's anger. He knows he's acting childish, but he can't bring himself to care. He's been robbed. He should be the one with the immunity necklace right now. Not Oly. Not the guy who's spent the whole time making a fool of himself in a diaper.
As Jon exits, Stuart slumps back on the couch, arms crossed and sulking. He glowers at Oly, who's still grinning like an idiot. "Congratulations, Oly. Enjoy your protection. Won't save you forever."
Jon returns and one by one the rest of the housemates take their turns nominating leaving only Stuart to nominate. Stuart stiffens, his mind racing. He's the last one. The last chance to save his own skin. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself. He's not going down without a fight.
He stands up, his eyes scanning the room. He's not thinking clearly, but he knows he needs to think fast. He needs to choose carefully. He can't afford to make the wrong move. "Nominations," he mumbles, mostly to himself. "Who's it gonna be?"
He taps his foot impatiently, his brain whirling. This is it. This is everything. Stuart enters the diary room and makes his vote, he votes for Marco, who he thinks got off easy with the truth option. He returns to the living room hoping he is not one of the two nominated for eviction.
As soon as Stuart voices his nomination for Marco, a weight settles in his chest. He tries to shake the feeling of dread, telling himself he made the right choice. But what if? What if the audience sees things differently?
He rejoins the others, his eyes darting between them nervously. He can't read their faces. Are they hiding their own guilt...or is he the one in trouble?
He clears his throat. "Well, guess we just...wait now." His voice comes out gruffer than he intended. He rubs a hand over his face, the stench of his clothes still clinging to him. He just wants this nightmare to be over already.
Later that evening the housemates, all dressed nicely after the tasks ended are summoned to the sofas once again. "This is Big Brother, the housemates have spoken and I can now reveal the two housemates up for eviction this week are" again Big Brother pauses for dramatic effect.
Stuart holds his breath, his palms growing sweaty. This is it. The moment of truth. He shifts uncomfortably, his clean clothes suddenly feeling scratchy against his skin. He's been preparing himself for this possibility, but it doesn't make hearing it any easier.
He swallows hard, his eyes darting between the others. Who's going down with him? Who's safe? "Come on, Big Brother," he mutters under his breath. "Just tell us already."
"Marco and Stuart, please step forward." Stuart looks at Marco, shock and disbelief spreading across his face. Marco does the same, the smile fading from his expression.
Stuart's heart drops like a stone. "Wh- what? No. No way." He stammers, frozen in shock. He glances at Marco, searching for some kind of explanation, some sign that this is a joke. But Marco looks just as stunned.
He feels like he's been punched in the gut. How could this happen? He nominated Marco, sure, but...but...this wasn't supposed to happen. Not to him. He's not supposed to be going up for eviction!
"Stuart and Marco, you two will face the public vote. Since the loser will be enslaved for the rest of their life. We need to prepare you for life as a slave. Marco and Stuart all nominated housemates will be nominated slaves. Therefor please strip naked, put on the chastity cage and pink collar. You two will stay naked for the rest of the week until the public casts their votes" Big Brother orders.
Stuart's face burns bright red, his entire body tensing. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening. He's paralyzed, unable to move. He's not ready to face this. Not yet. But Big Brother's words are clear. He's been given a direct order.
He swallows hard, feeling his pride shatter into a million pieces. He's not sure how to react, but he knows he can't disobey. He's going to be naked. In front of everyone. Forced into a...a... chastity cage. It's humiliating. Everything about this is humiliating.
He knows the viewers will vote on who preforms best as a slave. "Let's do this then." Stuart says, his voice shaking but resigned. He turns away from everyone and starts to remove his clothes, trying to block out any sounds as he reveals himself to the others completely naked.
He takes a deep, shaky breath, his fingers trembling as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his pale skin. He tugs his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Next, he fumbles with his belt, his face aflame with embarrassment.
He's never felt so vulnerable. He pushes his pants down, his eyes fixed firmly on the ground, trying to ignore the silence that's suddenly become deafening. This is really happening. He's actually stripping naked in front of the others. He's pretty sure he's going to throw up.
He stands there naked, well aware that millions are watching around the world. He picks up the chastity cage, pulling the ring over his balls and then locking the cage to it, he then puts the pink collar around his neck and locks it shut, a white blinking light with the word nominated is flashing at the front of the collar.
He forces himself to look up, to meet the eyes of the others. He expects pity, disgust, smugness, anything but what he sees instead is fear. Fear that they might be next. Fear that they're all just pawns in a twisted game.
Marco strips a lot slower than Stuart but he does, they are now both stood there naked, the rest of the housemates are fully dressed. It dawns on Stuart if he loses the public vote, he may never wear clothes again, may never touch his dick again.
Was this all worth it for the chance at two million dollars. Stuart's thoughts are a jumbled mess. He's never been so starkly aware of his own vulnerability. He's sacrificing everything, his dignity, his autonomy, his very identity, for a prize that suddenly seems like fool's gold.
He glances at Marco, wondering if he's having similar thoughts. He's not sure which is worse: being a slave, or knowing that millions of people will witness his degradation. Two million dollars, he repeats to himself, desperate to cling to something. But even that feels hollow now. What's the point if I lose myself? My freedom?
"Nominated housemates, you will not be permitted to sleep in a bed, please enter the back garden to see your sleeping arrangements" Stuart and Marco walk out in the back garden. In the middle of the garden is a dog cage, it barely looks big enough for one of them never mind two of them.
"Stuart and Marco please enter the dog cage. It is time for bed" Big Brother orders. Stuart's jaw clenches, his fists tight. A dog cage? A dog cage?! He's not an animal. He's, he's a human being.
But he swallows his anger, his eyes welling up. He's not going to cry. He's not. He won't give them the satisfaction. He glances at Marco again, searching for some kind of solidarity. This isn't happening. This can't be real.
He steps forward, his legs numb. "Fine. Fine!" He mutters, his voice cracking. He pushes open the cage door, squeezing himself inside. It's cramped, claustrophobic. He's going to lose his mind. He gestures for Marco to join him, trying to make room.
"Come on," he whispers, his throat tight. "We're...we're both in this, right?"
"Don't even think about touching me!" Marco hisses, entering the cage and turning away from Stuart. The cage is definitely more uncomfortable for two people, Stuart can hardly move with Marco taking up most of the space.
Stuart grits his teeth, his anger flaring back up. "Like I wanted to touch you anyway, dumbass," he spits back, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn't exist. The cage is tiny, suffocating. Every movement Marco makes sends Stuart's nerves on edge.
He growls under his breath, his knees digging into the metal bars. He's starting to feel claustrophobic. There's no way he's going to survive this. Not like this. Not with Marco being such a... such a... pain in the ass.
Steve locks the cage and walks into the house. Stuart looks down at his naked body. Marcos’s chastity cage is pressing against his ass. Then he feels the first drops and realises it’s starting to rain. He looks up at the sky, dark clouds above as the rain starts to get heavier.
Rain starts to drum against the metal cage, cold droplets soaking through to Stuart's skin. He shivers but the water isn’t too cold, trying to curl in on himself without actually touching Marco. The chastity cage digs into him painfully with every shift, a constant reminder of his predicament.
He squeezes his eyes shut, his body tensing against the rain. This is ridiculous. He's never felt so miserable. Not even when he was at his poorest did, he has to endure something like this. He's a human being, not a caged animal left out in the rain.
But here he is. And this is his life now. At least until the vote.
Marco wraps his arm around Stuart and pulls him closer. "If we share our body heat, it won't be so bad" Marco says as the rain gets heavier. Stuart lets him do, realising how happy he is its summer time, if this was winter time he may freeze, but its little help as the rain continues to pour down.
Stuart stiffens, his initial instinct is to push Marco away. But the rain pounds against them, drumming out any thoughts of resistance. He's shivering, his teeth chattering, and Marco...Marco's warm.
Reluctantly, he relaxes, letting Marco pull him closer. He tries not to think about it too much, focusing instead on the warmth seeping into his skin.
He mutters under his breath, "Yeah, whatever," trying to play it cool, but he's grateful. The cage creaks softly, protesting their combined weight. He feels utterly humiliated, but what choice does he have? He can't change the situation. All he can do is endure.
