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. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

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So, it’s finally here the next chapter in ‘The Bet’ series, as I have stated in the past, I do apologise for the lateness of this chapter, but I had a few issues to work through, and I had some other stuff to work on while I attended to that.  I really thought that this was going to be the last chapter, that was my plan all along, but you know what they say about the best laid plans.  So I do hope you enjoy it.

The beginning of the end or is it

Nick was in the kitchen, naked, as usual, these days, preparing the evening meal for everyone.  ‘Come here, boi,” Shane said from the kitchen door, and knowing he had no choice, Nick turned and followed Shane out the back.  “We’ve decided to show you what use we’ve made of the back shed now that you’ve so nicely done it up for us,” Shane said as he walked out the back door.  Nick looked up and saw Bill and Tom standing outside the back shed door, like half an honour guard or firing squad, and Nick had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.  But he followed Shane into the back shed, with Bill and Tom following right on his naked heels before they closed and locked the door behind themselves.

“What the fuck?” was all Nick could say as he looked at all of the equipment now installed in the back shed.  Some of the stuff Nick could identify by sight were handcuffs, manacles, whips, and canes.  There were lengths and coils of rope, as well as chains, this sort of stuff Nick could identify very quickly, not that he’s used some of it, and the things he has used, he’s used in his work, but had the funny feeling that they weren’t going to be used for the same purposes now.  A vaulting horse was pushed back against the wall, and again Nick didn’t think it would be used for people to jump over.  There was a cross mounted to the wall, and Nick decided that he really didn’t want to know what that would be used for.

As Nick walked further into the back shed, he discovered paddles and knew this would not bode well for him.  “So, boi,” Shane said as he came and stood by Nick and laid his arm across Nick’s naked shoulders proprietorially and began to absentmindedly tap Nick’s right shoulder with his hand.  Nick knew he really wasn’t expected to say anything, so he just stood there.  Shane removed his arm from Nick’s shoulders; unbeknownst to Nick, Shane swung his arm back and slapped Nick on his right butt cheek as hard as he could.  Nick jumped and yelped and began to rub his sore arse cheek, while Bill and Tom just laughed at him.  “Get back in the kitchen and finish getting our dinner ready, boi,” Shane said, “then we can come out and have a little play,” Shane said as he ran his hand down Nick’s chest.  Shane continued moving his hand down Nick’s body until he reached the base of Nick’s cock; Shane continued running his hand down Nick’s long cock.  Until Shane could grab hold of the head of Nick’s cock, before he pinched it as hard as he could, then Shane twisted Nick’s cock cruelly only then did he allow Nick to go back to the kitchen, cradling his abused cock.  All through the meal prep, all Nick could think about was how sore his cock was and how the back shed was now decked out and how much he was going to hate being used in there.

All Nick could think about was the back shed, its contents, and what it meant to him all through his meal prep.  He knew what it meant for the others, the sadistic bastards, Nick thought to himself; Nick kept muttering to himself all the while he cooked the evening meal. Finally, when he was ready to dish up, he called the others to the table, and all through the meal, the only thing it would seem that the guys could talk about was how much Nick was going to love the back shed.  While they pulled on his cock, or fingered his arse while Nick poured their drinks and cleared the table of their dishes, and served dessert and coffee as required. Everyone but Nick retired to the lounge room to watch TV while they waited impatiently for Nick to eat his piss covered meal out of his bowl on the laundry floor and then to clean up the kitchen.  Then with more than a little trepidation, Nick presented himself to the lounge room door, and when he did that, the other three housemates turned the TV off, and they all leapt to their feet.  When Bill and Tom walked past Nick, they grabbed him under his armpits, one on either side and they pulled/dragged Nick backwards out through the house and out the backdoor of the house; Nick got to watch Shane as he sauntered towards him with a big smirk spread all over his face.

“Now, boys, it’s time to show the boi here,” Shane said with a flourish towards Nick, “all the fun we can have in our new ‘playroom’ that Nick fixed up so nicely himself.”  With that, the three friends all laughed, and Nick’s heart sank; it’d have sunk into his boots if he’d been allowed to wear any.  With that, Shane placed his hands firmly on Nick’s shoulders and pushed him down the steps into their new playroom.

“Now,” Shane said expansively, “I think we’re going to start with the cross, string him up, boys.”

With that, Bill and Tom grabbed an arm each; they pulled Nick over to the cross attached to the back wall with the manacles attached to the four ends of the cross, just waiting for Nick.  While he was being tied up spread-eagled on the cross, Shane was making a selection of whips and crops to try out on Nick’s unprotected back and arse. First, Shane gave Tom a blindfold to cover Nick’s eyes with, and he gave Bill a ball gag, “to shut the fucker up,” Nick said.  “Now, boys,” Shane began, “when you are going to whip someone good and proper, but your opposite foot forward.  Like so,” Shane continued as he demonstrated, “I’m right-handed, so I have my left foot forwards, and as I bring the whip forwards, I step into it with my right foot,” and saying that Shane struck Nick’s back for the first time with the whip.  Bill, Tom, and Shane, for that matter, all marvelled at the sound the whip made as it ripped the air apart, as it travelled towards Nick’s unprotected back.  They almost creamed themselves when the tip of the whip made a cracking sound as it made contact with the flesh of Nick’s back for the first time.

The three friends crowded around Nick’s heaving back as they all marvelled at the mark the whip left on Nick’s back.  “Stand back, gents,” Shane said expansively as he made ready to whip Nick again.  “Now, boys, when you’ve had a bit of practice, you will be able to do this,” Shane said as he let fly with the whip, but this time the whip struck Nick almost dead centre on his left butt cheek, “and this boys,” Shane said as he let fly with the whip again.  Only this time, it made contact with Nick’s right butt cheek, again dead centre, “and if you are really sure of your aim,” again Shane let the whip fly only this time he managed to get Nick right on his arse hole.  They all watched as Nick writhed in his bonds, trying to get away from the whip, and even though he had the ball gag in, they could hear Nick screaming his lungs out.

With that, Shane let fly with the whip and crisscrossed Nick’s back, arse, and upper thighs, while Bill and Tom yelled encouragement to Shane as they adjusted their hard cocks in their pants.  Shane smirked to himself as he watched the other two adjusting their growing cocks in their pants, “right, boys,” Shane said expansively, “who wants a go now?” Although Bill and Tom almost fell over themselves trying to get the whip off Shane first, Tom won, and he laid into Shane’s back and arse with gusto.  He didn’t have the same flare as Shane, but who cared?  All they cared about was whipping poor Nick as he hung on the cross, while Nick sunk into a world of pain he never knew existed before tonight.  Then it was Bill’s turn, and he turned out to be a dab hand whipping Nick’s back; it seemed as though he had even more finesse for it than Shane.  He was able to name a precise point on Nick’s back, arse, or upper thighs and hit that exact spot with almost 100% accuracy.

Tiring of having to wait their turn, the three boys grabbed whips, riding crops, anything they could lay their hands on to hit Nick on the back with.  All three boys ripped into Nick with gusto, so by the time they were finished, Nicks’ back was a mess of dark purple patches all the way down to bright red.  The three boys sat around panting with the exertion of the evening’s festivities.  Finally, thinking Nick had had enough, they released him for the cross, and he collapsed in a pile on the floor.  The three boys sat around and wondered at the soreness in their shoulders from their exertions, again not giving Nick a thought, until Tom got up and whispered in Bills’ ear.  Both boys seemed to think it was a good idea as they both broke into laughter.  Bill and Tom released a bench from where it was secured against the shed’s roof; it was low enough to sit on comfortably.  Tom went over to Nick, who was still lying on the concrete floor, “Hey buddy,” he began as he crouched down beside Nick.  “Why don’t you come and sit on my cock for a bit, then we won’t whip you or anything if you do?  What do you say, mate?” Tom sounded as genuine as he possibly could.  Nick thought about it, and as he couldn’t see how this could work against him, so he reluctantly agreed.

Tom helped Nick to his feet, and they walked over to the bench; Nick just stood there as Tom divested himself of his pants, jocks, socks, and shoes.  Tom then laid on his back on the bench, and seeing as he had little choice, Nick sat down as he guided Tom’s erect cock into his arse. Then, when he had as much of Tom’s cock up his arse as he could, he just sat there facing away from Tom.  “Hey, mate,” Tom called to Nick, “turn around. I want to talk to you.”

And somewhat reluctantly, Nick swivelled around on Tom’s cock, so that now he was facing Tom.  “So, howzit all going, mate?”  Nick couldn’t understand what was happening; the guys haven’t been solicitous of his health or his feelings since this whole fuckin’ thing began, as Nick promised himself that he’d never make another bet with anyone ever again for as long as he lives.  “Um, ok, I guess,” Nick replied a little sullenly, and so his conversation with Tom continued.

What Nick didn’t know, nor did Shane, for that matter who was watching the whole thing unfold before his eyes, was that Bill was very quietly stripping of the remainder of his clothes.  When Bill was completely naked, he crept up behind Nick, who, all the while Tom was keeping up the conversation with.  When he was close enough, Bill pushed Nick hard in the back.  Nick was caught totally by surprise, as was Shane for that matter, as the other two hadn’t let Shane in on their little plan.  So, Nick fell forwards onto Tom’s chest, and before Nick could think about what was going on.  Tom grabbed him in a bear hug and held him hard against his chest, while Bill began to force his cock into Nick’s already full arse.

“What the fuck,” Nick began, “you fucken poofters, let me up,” Nick continued as he tried to break free from Tom’s hold.  All the while, Bill kept applying more pressure to his cock as he guided it into Nick’s full arse, and just when everyone wondered if it was ever going to work, Bill managed to stretch Nicks’ arse lips enough to accept the head of his cock.

Nick’s arse lips made a sound as it was overpowered by Bill’s cock, and the three boys cheered.  “Fuck, that is sooo tight,” Bill moans as he tries to catch his breath before he drives his cock deeper into Nick’s abused arse.  “Fuck yeah,” Tom agrees, “fuck, mate, I can feel your cock bearing down on mine.  Use your leg muscles and get your cock in here and hurry it up; I want to see what it feels like when you fuck him now.”

With a bit of effort, Bill forces his cock into Nick’s battered arse, with both Bill and Tom moaning in pleasure, while Nick screams at them to take their cocks out of his battered arse as he feels as though he is being split in two.  Tom held Nick’s face close to his chest so that he couldn’t make so much noise, as Bill continued to force his cock into Nick’s battered arse.  Until he couldn’t force any more of his cock up Nick’s arse, and he left it there while they all caught their breath.  While they were still, Shane came over and had a look at the two cocks jammed up Nick’s very stretched arse; he let out a low whistle of appreciation, “fuck, that gives me an idea.”

‘Oh, no,’ Nick thought to himself, ‘this can’t be good,’ and for the umpteenth time, he berated himself for getting himself into this situation in the first place. But, unfortunately, Nick was so busy getting down on himself that he missed the moment that Bill began to pull back on his cock.  Nick hoped and prayed that he was going to pull it out now, and hopefully, this could all be over, but it wasn’t to be.  Bill pulled out until he felt the head of his cock get snagged by the lips of Nick’s arse, and then he plunged it back full length inside Nick.  Nick screamed from the pain of it into Tom’s chest, while Tom yelled in encouragement, he’d never felt something so tight on his cock in his life, and Bill agreed with him 100%.  As Bill began to pick up the pace until he was fucking Nick for all he was worth.  Tom loved the sensation as it felt as though someone was giving him a hand job, but holding his cock so tightly that Tom could feel the sleeve of his cock being pushed and pulled around.  It didn’t take him too long to reach the point of no return, and he shot his load of cum deep inside Nick’s arse while Bill wasn’t too far behind him.  Nick didn’t realise that all the pressure applied to his prostrate caused Nick’s cock to shoot its own load of cum between both himself and Tom.  Nick prayed that Tom didn’t notice, but without any luck, “hey lookee here,” Tom called out to the other two, “the pussy was having such a good time he creamed us both.”  And while Nick blazed crimson in shame, the other three boys were laughing their heads off.

“Fuck, mate,” Bill said to Shane after he’d caught his breath sufficiently enough to talk, “you’ve got to try this.  This would have to be the best fuck I’ve ever had in my life.”  And Tom agreed wholeheartedly.

“Hmm, I might give it a go,” Shane mused, “but seeing you guys do that reminds me of something I’ve wanted to try for years.”  Nick couldn’t help the sinking feeling he had in his stomach.  “Get him up in the sling, boys, and I’ll show you what I mean.”

Bill pulled Nick off Tom’s cock, and both boys manhandled Nick into the sling and used the straps to tie him into it.  Shane threw a penis gag at Tom, and he forced it into Nick’s mouth before he fixed it tightly around Nick’s head while Shane got himself ready down the other end.  Shane pulled back on Nick to make sure that his arse hung over the edge of the sling, and he and the other two boys marvelled at just how much Nick’s arse lips puckered out.

Shane stuck one finger in Nick’s arse, but it barely met with any resistance; Shane slapped Nick hard on the arse, “make it fuckin tight, you fuckin poofter,” and because of the slap, Nick bore down on his sphincter as hard as he could, just so that he wouldn’t get hit again.  “That’s better, you fuckin little bitch,” Shane said as he pushed another finger into Nick’s battered arse, as Nick tried to bear down on his sphincter so that Shane wouldn’t hit him again.  “That’s better,” Shane said with a shake of his head as he worked another finger into Nick’s arse, “hmm, nice and tight, just the way I like it,” Shane cooed as Bill and Tom watched on. Next, Shane worked a fourth finger into Nick’s battered arse, working all four fingers up to the second knuckle, “fuck, yeah,” Shane said as he could feel Nick applying pressure on his fingers.  “That’s it, you little bitch.  You love the feeling of my fingers up your little boi pussy, now, don’t you?” Shane asked Nick.  But Nick didn’t respond.

Shane asked Tom to hand him the big bottle down by his feet, which Tom did, and Shane poured some clear glutinous liquid over his hand.  Shane handed the bottle back to Tom and began to apply more pressure to his hand until all the boys could see was the back of Shane’s hand, as it appeared to now form a plug in Nick’s arse.  As the boys continued to watch, slowly millimetre by millimetre, Nick’s arse lips seemed to open up and swallow the back of Shane’s hand.  Tom and Bill were almost in awe as they watched Nick’s arse lips close around Shane’s wrist.  “Fuckin’ A,” was all Tom could think to say.

As for Nick, his arse has never hurt so bad in his life, he was almost relieved when he felt his arse lips close around Shane’s wrist, but he realised what that actually meant for him.  Not only has he taken two cocks up his arse at the same time, but now his formerly best friend Shane has his whole hand inside his arse, and Nick realised that there is not a god damn thing he could do about it.  Nick also realised that now his former best friends will try to shove anything they want to up his arse and tied up like this; there’s not a thing he can do about it.  Nick could feel a strange sensation in his arse, and he realised that Shane must be moving his hand around inside his arse. Before he realised what was happening, he shot another load of cum all over his chest and abs, again without anyone even touching his cock.  The three friends cheered, and Nick felt himself shrivel up inside, while Shane forced more of his arm into Nick’s arse, having applied more of the lube to his arm until Shane had half of his forearm in Nick’s arse.

Shane pulled his arm and hand out of Nick’s arse, and the three friends marvelled at just how much Nicks’ arse lips puckered and seemed as though it was going to gape permanently open now.  ‘Alright boys,” Shane began, “let’s call it a night.”  So, reluctantly the three boys left the shed and, turning off the lights, went back into the house, leaving Nick secured in the sling.

Nick had no idea what time of the day or night it was, but he was partly woken by someone turning the light on, but more by the feeling of their hand rubbing against his aching anus.  Nick tried to focus on the face of whoever it was standing at the edge of the sling he was bound in.  “Fuck, your hole is so swollen,” Tom drawled as he rubbed his hand over Nicks’ swollen arse lips.  Nick watched as Tom’s head disappeared from his eyesight as he felt Tom’s tongue lapping at his swollen hole, and all Nick wanted to do was puke, but he couldn’t because of the penis gag he still had tied in his mouth. So, all he could do was lay there while Tom licked his swollen arse lips and then began to reem his arse out for him.  While Nick tried to stop the shivers of revulsion that threatened to shake his boy.  Eventually, tired of reaming Nick’s arse out, Tom stood up and inserted three fingers into Nick’s swollen arse.  Tom wiggled his fingers around in Nick’s arse before he withdrew his fingers, and putting them into his mouth, he sucked the arse juices and cum off them, smacking his lips when he’d finished.  “Fuck, you’re one tasty number, ain’tcha boi,” Tom said as he pushed his fingers back into Nicks’ gaping arse and sloshed them around in the juices that had accumulated there.  Once again, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked them dry, again smacking his lips in appreciation, “fuck, buddy, your arse is so inviting, I just want to shove my whole hand up there, just like Shane did.  But it will have to wait for another time, and resisting the urge to pull some more of the fluid out of Nick’s gapping arse, Tom turned around, turned off the light and left.

Another shudder ran through Nick’s body, and he began to hatch a plan to get him the fuck out of this fuckin’ mess that he found himself in.  He was a good guy, he reminded himself, once again as he began to drift off to sleep.  He didn’t deserve this treatment, no matter what Shane or the others said or thought about him.

In the morning, Nick was woken by a hard slap on his abused hole; that set the sling rocking; Shane just laughed, evilly as the slap made Nick jump.  Well, as much as he could, considering he was tied into the sling. Shane pushed and prodded at Nick’s abused hole, “now, before I let you down, I want to see you close your hole as tight as you can.”  Nick tried to oblige as best he could under the circumstances, but when Shane gave him the ‘pinkie’ test, he pronounced Nick a bad loser.  Shane slapped Nick’s hole even harder, which set the sling rocking again, “come on, you fuckin’ little pussy, close this fuckin’ hole of yours.  I don’t want to see it staring back at me.  Like an old crone’s lips on too much piss, or drugged out of her mind,” Nick tried to close his hole even tighter, so much so that Nick thought he was going to bust something, but this time when Shane administered the ‘pinkie’ test, he could barely get the tip of his pinkie finger into Nick’s arse.  Muttering that he’d have to work on it through the day, Shane released Nick from his bounds and told him to hop it into the kitchen and get everyone’s breakfast.

Nick served everyone their breakfast, as well as his own.  He cleared up the mess in the kitchen, washed himself under the hose and bent over so that Shane could insert the butt plug.  Shane patted Nick on the butt and wished him a good day as Nick got himself dressed, jumped in his vehicle, and drove away.

Nick was still mulling his plan over in his head when he arrived at Oliver’s house to pick him up.  Oliver is their general ‘dog’s body’, he’s sixteen, just, and wasn’t getting along at school, and Nick and his crew were doing some work near where Oliver’s father works.  Oliver’s father came over and chatted with Nick to see if he would employ Oliver and maybe take him on as an apprentice when he was old enough.  Nick couldn’t think of any reason why not at the time, which is a decision he was going to come to regret, so he employed Oliver to do jobs to make it easier for the rest of his crew.  Oliver seemed to be a bright enough lad, eager to help out and all that, and Nick was already thinking of taking him on as an apprentice but hadn’t got around to finalising everything yet.

“G’day, boss, howzit goin’?” Oliver asked as he got into the vehicle.  “Sure smells better in here today, boss; what’s on the list for the day?” Oliver said with a little nervous laugh, and so Oliver and Nick talked about the work that had to be done that day.  As usual, for some reason, Nick felt almost instantly better when Oliver got in the vehicle.  Nick wondered if it didn’t have something to do with his almost insistent chatter; Nick wondered if it was because he never shut up that Nick liked him being around.  So, they headed off to their first job of the morning to meet up with the rest of their crew and start the day.

Nick wasn’t sure about what had swung the deal for him, but as he gave Oliver a lift home after work, Nick asked Oliver if he could help him out with a problem.  Nick told Oliver that he thought someone had hacked his bank account and decided to change his bank and set up a new account.  Nick asked Oliver if he could use his address on his account, just in case his mail was being monitored as well, and Oliver stated that that should be ok, but he’d ask his parents just in case.

Nick arrived home and stripped; as soon as he walked through the front door, he picked up his dog collar and put it on.

Nick invented paperwork for fictitious jobs that he was supposedly taking on to explain to Shane why large amounts of money were going out of his account, not that Shane cared too much.  But Shanes’ name was on Nick’s accounts as well, so Nick had to be able to account for all the money that went in or out of his account. Furthermore, like Nick was spending now, the substantial sums had to be co-signed for by Shane.  So, Nick was able to bleed his account of much-needed funds slowly, all of which he deposited into his new bank account, and all the while, his treatment continued unabated.  Nick still went to the Gym three days a week, wearing the very tiny wrestlers’ singlet that pulled the back seam so far up his arse crack; Nick felt like it was going to split him in two.  Nick wore his onesies to work under his overalls and his collar only when he was in the house and grounds.  Nick dreamed of the day he could walk away from all of this, and it was the only thing that kept him going through the abuse.

But in the meantime, the following night, after Nick had cleaned up after the evening meal, he was ordered to go out to the back shed.  The boys decided to try out their stocks this time, as they had so much fun with the cross the night before.  So they had Nick remove his collar and place his neck and wrists into the appropriate indentations in the lower bar. Then, when Nick was in place, they closed the top bar over the top and locked it in place; now, Nick was bent at the waist.  There were also some panels to hold his ankles in place as well, one panel both behind and in front of his ankles, locking them in place.  So that now Nick had minimal movement, he could move his hips and arse around a bit, but he couldn’t escape.

“Fuck, buddy,” Tom began as he hunkered down behind Nick, “I’m lovin’ the look of your arse mate,” Tom began as he pulled out the butt plug and started to finger Nick’s hole.  “I love the feeling of my fingers shoved up inside your hole, and I know what you say, but fuck buddy, your love chute is trying to suck more of my fingers into it.  I know you’ve said your straight through all of this, and I know you crap on about how straight you ‘appeared’ to be before all this started, but your ‘love chute’ is screaming something the total opposite to that.  What d’ya think, boys?” Tom asked the other two who stood there with big shit arse grins all over their faces.  “I think that our house boi here,” Tom continued as he brought his free hand down on Nick’s butt cheek as hard as he could while ensuring his fingers were jammed up Nick’s arse as hard as he could.  “Is nothing but a big old closeted poofter, masquerading as a straight boy, probably just so that we’d invite him to come and live with us, just so he could perve on us naked and get a good eye full of our cocks.  What d’ya reckon, boys?” In mock sincerity, Tom turned and asked the other two, who were now nodding thoughtfully in agreement.

Tom stood up and, pulling his fingers out of Nick’s arse, he stuck them in his own mouth and stood there sucking his fingers while the three of them contemplated just what it was Tom was saying.  None of them could think of any other way they could spin this to now look like a positive for Nick, and seemingly on cue, they all burst out laughing and saying how much they agreed with Tom.  All the while, the three friends stood there and slapped Nick’s arse as hard as they could, all of them trying to make their slap sound louder than the others’ slap.  Nick, meanwhile, had flamed crimson to think that not only could Tom suggest that, but that the other two could agree, and so quickly, this had Nick stumped.  ‘If they’d only stop slapping his arse so hard, Nick thought to himself, ‘he’d be able to think about this more clearly.  Nick was sure that there was enough evidence of him bringing home women to fuck, and had enough steady girlfriends that his former mates couldn’t make that assessment of him.  Nick caught the odd thought travelling through his head that maybe just maybe they might be right, but Nick dismissed those thoughts as soon as they occurred.

While Nick was trying to work this all out in his head, he almost missed Tom pushing a butt plug up his arse, but he was quickly dragged out of his musings when someone dropped a huge weight that was attached to the butt plug.  Nick was so caught off guard that he almost let the butt plug pull out of his arse, that was until Shane growled in his ear, not to let that happen.

“Now, boys,” Shane said to the other two, “what we’re going to do now is grab a whip, a crop, a paddle, or something else to hit his arse with.  Tonight, we’re going to see how long we can hit his arse for before the weight gets pulled out of his arse, and like our normal game, whoever the lucky hit belongs to that person gets to fuck our little closet homo’s arse for him.”  There was a cheer from the other two, and Nick could hear them moving around the shed, obviously making their selection of their instruments of torture, as Nick was thinking about them.  But, before they got to start, there was a ‘‘halloooo’’ from outside the shed door, “is anyone home?”

“Hey, hey,” Shane called out, “we’re in here,” he finished up as Nick heard the shed door opening, and even with everything that had been happening to him over the past few weeks, Nick still flamed red.  Nick still was embarrassed that someone else was going to get to see him in this embarrassing predicament.

“Oh, is he ok?” Nick heard a voice ask, and it was bugging the shit out of Nick because he knew the voice, but because he couldn’t turn around and look at the person, he couldn’t place them.

“Fuck, yeah, mate,” Tom said as he reached between Nick’s legs and pulled his erect cock down and back between Nick’s legs, “if you ever had any doubt, just take a look at this,” Tom continued as he waggled Nick’s erect cock around.  “He’s lovin’ this, the fuckin’ little closet homo.  Don’t you worry about that; with his cock as hard as this, we have no other choice but to do all this stuff to him just to turn the little fucker’s sex drive down a bit.”

“Yeah,” Shane agreed, “otherwise, this little whore’d be whoring it up all over the place.”

“So, is it always like this around here?” the strange voice asked.

“Fuck, yeah,” Bill agreed, “we had to build our dungeon, just to keep the little fucker happy….”

“Fuck, and to think I was feeling sorry for the little slut, with what he wears around the Gym, I thought he was being forced to wear that shit….”

“He is,” Shane replied, being uncharacteristically honest, but just for a couple of seconds, “if we didn’t force him to wear the wrestler’s singlets, the slut’d probably work out naked.”

“No,” the almost familiar voice replied, “are you serious?”

“Look at this,” Shane said as he grabbed hold of Nick’s erect cock, “do you think he’d have this if he weren’t into it big time.”

“Fuck me,” the almost familiar voice said.

“Nah, mate, you’ve got that wrong,” Bill replied, “it’s fuck him.”

At that, everyone laughed.

“Look,” Shane said, “we were going to gag the little slut, but now you’re here, how would you like to be the sluts gag?”

“You serious?”

“Sure,” Shane said, “why don’t you go ‘round there and shove your cock down its throat while we try out our new game.”

Whoever it was didn’t need to be asked twice, as he came into Nick’s limited view.  Nick tried to look up, but all he could see was tracksuit, and Nick watched in horror as whoever it was stood in front of him and pulled their tracksuit pants and jocks down and revealed a 9” semi-hard cock.  Without prompting, Nick just opened his mouth and let the newcomer slid his cock into Nick’s mouth and down his throat, and as soon as he was balls deep, they began hitting and slapping Nick’s arse, trying to get the weighted butt plug to fall out of Nick’s arse.

“Fuck me,” Nick heard from the air above him, “this is one hot fuckin’ mouth.  Oh, god, you have to let us rent it out at the Gym.  We’d make a fuckin’ fortune.  Fuckin’ a, yeah, suck that fuckin’ cock, you fuckin’ pussy.  Yeah, bitch, work that throat.  Fuck I don’t think I’m gunna last too long like this,” the voice kept saying while he raped Nick’s throat. 

Meanwhile, everyone else standing behind Nick was hitting Nick’s arse with their choice of implements, be that a whip, a riding crop, a paddle, or some other implement that they found to hit Nick’s arse with.  Nick had to concentrate on not biting off the cock in his mouth as he tried desperately to scream from the pain in his arse from everyone hitting him.  At least with someone fucking his face, it took some attention off his whipped and battered arse, until finally, Nick lost control of his hole, and the butt plug fell out of his arse.  To a great cheer from the guys standing behind him.  Nick didn’t have to wait too long before he felt someone’s cock replace the butt plug, and once again, Nick was being fucked at both ends.

“Fuck, this arse is so hot,” Nick heard Ben exclaim, ‘and not just to fuck, but the heat from his beaten arse just makes it such a better fuck.  How the fuck you guys ever learnt that,” Ben continued as he grunted and groaned as he fucked Nick’s red arse.  Ben and Paul, the other Personal Trainer, continued fucking Nick from both ends.  Ben and Paul high fived each other over Nick’s back; they were having such a great fuck, and it was the first time they’d ever teamed up on the same guy.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” Paul said.

‘Hang on, mate, I’m not too far off,” Ben replied, “I just need another couple of minutes.”

“Oh, fuck, mate, this mouth and throat are so hot, I really don’t think I can.  Oh, god, I’m cumming,” and with a bellow of pure animal lust, Paul shot his load down Nick’s throat and straight into Nick’s stomach.  Paul’s cock kept spewing cum, so much so that Paul thought it was the greatest orgasm he’s ever had in his life. Finally, Paul pulled his cock out of Nick’s throat and deposited a load or two in Nick’s mouth, and shot the last couple of shots of cum on Nick’s face.  Paul had to hold onto the frame of the stocks, to hold himself up, “oh, fuck, guys, that has to be the best head I’ve ever had,” Paul said as he stood there holding onto the frame of the stocks for dear life.  Paul let out a yelp when Nick set to and started to clean up his cock for him; Paul looked down in disbelief, ‘you didn’t tell me he does clean up as well!”

“Hey,” Shane said, “here we offer full service.  It took a while to train him up proper, but now it’s the ‘Rolls Royce’ of cock suckers.”

Everyone laughed at that, while all Nick wanted to do was die. Then, just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he felt Ben shoot his load of cum deep inside Nick’s bowels, which caused everyone to cheer once again.  When Ben’s cock had finished shooting its load of cum deep inside Nick’s bowels, he pulled out and went and took Paul’s spot and stood there while Nick, without any prompting, cleaned Ben’s cock up for him as well.

“Who‘s up for another game?” Shane asked the room at large while everyone cheered their response, and Nick felt someone ram the butt plug up his arse again.  Followed very shortly by all the blows to his battered arse, and once again, Nick had to concentrate very hard at keeping the butt plug buried in his arse.  But it wasn’t too long before his concentration was finally broken again, and the butt plug fell out.  Once again, all the boys cheered, and it wasn’t too long after that that Nick felt another cock forcing its way into his arse.  “Oh, fuck,” Nick heard Paul exclaim, “you bastards could have told me how fuckin’ tight his arse is.  Fuck, the heat from his arse cheeks is such a fuckin’ turn on; I don’t think I’m gunna last too long in here.  Fuckin’ hell, I can really feel his arse muscles milking my cock trying to pull me in; further, this has to be the greatest fuck machine in the world.  You guys are gunna have to let me pimp it out to the guys at the Gym, we’d make a fuckin’ fortune, both in Gym and booty fees.”  Until the inevitable happened and Paul shot his second load of cum for the night up Nick’s arse, and Paul collapsed onto Nick’s back with his cock buried balls deep in Nick’s arse, and there he stayed until he felt his cock finally stop shooting.  “Oh, god,” Paul said as he pulled his cock out of Nik’s arse and staggered around to have Nick clean his cock up for him.

When the boys finally tired of their new game and almost everyone had sampled Nick’s wares, Bill piped up with a huge grin all over his face, “Hey, guys, I think it’s time we showed you one of Nick’s new tricks.”

“Is it better than what we’ve had so far?” Ben asked sceptically.

“We’ll let you guys be the judge of that,” Bill said as he lowered the bench down from the roof of the shed.  Bill laid down backwards on the bench, with his cock laying over his abdomen, “alright, boi,” Bill said to Nick, “you know what to do.”

Knowing he had no other option, Nick picked up Bill’s cock and pointing it at his anus; Nick slowly sat down on Bill’s cock, while facing him. Then, when he could feel Bill’s pubic hair against his arse, Nick leaned forwards and laid on top of Bill.  “Now, what happens?” Ben asked.

“Now, buddy,” Tom said as he came and laid his arm over Ben’s shoulders, “what you do now is push your cock up the boi’s pussy.”

“But he’s sitting on Bill’s cock?” Ben replied, a little non-plussed.

“I know,” Tom replied, “but he can take two cocks up his arse at the same time.”

“Fuck, me,” Ben said as he shrugged Tom’s arm off his shoulders and moved up and pointed his cock at Nick’s arse lips.  Then applying some pressure, he forced his cock between Nick’s arse lips and Bill’s cock, “Oh, fuck,” was all Ben could think to say as he felt Nick’s arse lips give way, and his cock entered Nick’s already stuffed arse.  “Fuck, mate,” Ben said as he forced his cock into Nick’s arse, “you are so fuckin’ tight.” As he broke out into a sweat from the effort of getting his cock into Nick’s arse.  While Bill held Nick’s head hard on his chest to muffle his screams.

“Oh, fuck,” was all Bill could think to say as he felt Ben pushing his cock into Nick’s arse and felt Ben’s cock sliding up against his own.  “Oh, fuck yeah,” Bill said, “your cock feels so good as it’s pressing into mine.”

“Oh, fuck, I know!  Doesn’t it!” Ben said as he began to pick up the pace and fuck Nick’s arse in earnest.  “This has to be the best fuck I’ve ever had!”  It wasn’t too long after that that both boys shot their combined loads up Nick’s arse, and when he’d recovered sufficiently, Ben pulled his cock out of Nick’s arse, with an audible pop, and Nick was ordered to stand up.  “Fuckin’ look this,” Ben said to the shed at large, “the fuckin’ poof’s shot another load of cum, and he didn’t even have to touch himself.  And here he is trying to tell me he’s fuckin’ straight, all the time, what a load of shit!”

“Yeah, boi,” Bill said, “get down here and clean me up.”

Knowing he had no other option, Nick bent over and licked all the cum off Bill’s chest and abs before he scraped all the cum off himself and ate that as well.

“So, what’s next, boys?  You said it had another trick that you’d taught it,” Ben asked.

“Yes, we have,” Shane said, “boys let the sling down if you please,” Shane said to Tom and Bill, and both men moved to accommodate Shane’s request and lowered the sling from the roof of the shed.  When it was locked into position, Shane looked at Nick and just said, ‘move’.  With a resigned sigh, Nick walked over and laid back in the sling.  Shane pulled his arse forwards to hang over the edge of the sling; then, the boys locked him in place.  “Now, boys,” Shane began as he poured lube over his hand, which hung from his hand in long gluttonous strings.  Shane ran his fingers around the pouty lips of Nick’s anus before he inserted them one at a time until he had all four fingers in Nick’s arse.  When he had his fingers inside Nick’s arse up to the second knuckle, he added his thumb and kept pushing until his fingers and thumb disappeared from view altogether.  Ben watched in amazement as, once again, Nick’s arse lips seemed to slowly creep around the edges of the back of Shane’s hand and slowly closed around Shane’s wrist.

“That’s fuckin’ amazing,” Ben said in total amazement, “I’ve only seen videos of guys doin’ this.  When did you start?” Ben asked as he reached out and touched Nick on the arse lips, “fuck, I can feel your hand through his arse lips.”

“Yeah,” Shane laughed, “yesterday was the first day we tried this, but you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Shane continued as he pushed his fist into Nick’s arse until half his forearm was buried inside Nick’s arse.

“Fuckin’ a”, Ben said, “you have to let me try that.  Does it hurt him?” Ben asked.  Shane just gave him a withering look.  “Yeah, you’re right,” Ben said, looking a little ashamed, “who gives a fuck!”

And it was that final statement that got to Nick the most, ‘yeah’, he thought to himself, ‘who gives a fuck’ he finished as a tear rolled out of his eye and into his ear.

Shane pulled his arm and hand out of Nick’s arse and let Ben have a go, “fuck,” Ben said when he had his four fingers up Nick’s arse, “I can really feel his arse trying to suck; my fingers in.”  Ben added his thumb to his fingers and pushed, “oh, my god,” Ben said as he felt Nick’s arse lips close, ever so gently, over the back of his hand, “fuck, it feels both really tight and loose at the same time.”  Ben said he could feel the muscles of Nick’s arse sucking him in. Finally, Ben gave in and applied pressure to his arm; he watched in amazement as Nick’s arse lips opened up and sucked Ben’s forearm into itself.  “This is so freaky; if it wasn’t my arm up its arse, I’d have never believed it.  Fuck, it’s so warm and squishy,” Ben said in amazement before he began to pull his arm out of Nick’s arse, much to Nick’s relief.  “That was fuckin’ amazing,” Ben said, “I have to do that again sometime.”

“Sure, next time you’re over, we can get him up in the sling,” Shane said, “now, gentlemen, what would you like to try next?”

And so, the night continued, with Nick being tied to the cross, the horse, Ben and Paul even tried double dicking Nick.  Everyone there had a great time as they whipped, spanked, double dicked, and in general abused Nick as much as possible.  Eventually, Ben and Paul had to call it a night, but both gentlemen had dumped at least six loads of cum into Nick each.

Nick was placed back into the sling and secured there for the night.  Once again, Tom came out and sampled the cum and arse juices from Nick’s gaping arse, both by inserting his fingers into Nick’s arse and removing some of the fluids that way.  Tom also reamed Nick’s gaping arse and licked and sucked the cum and arse juices out of Nick’s arse until he’d had his fill, and turned off the light and closed the door.

Nick laid there and allowed his revulsion of what Tom was doing to him smoulder away, as he made his plans to escape his servitude, to three of the sickest bastards Nick decided that it was his misfortune to have ever met.