The Bet

Oliver Orders Nick’s Life

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, which 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.

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My apologies everyone for being a little tardy with this chapter.  I honestly thought this storyline was going to finish with the last chapter, but I’ve discovered that I have a bit more Oliver wants to do with and to Nick, poor boi.

Like a lot of other people in the world, I am still recovering from DVT, and then I can look forward to being hale and hearty once again.  To those of you who have been solicitous of my health, I do appreciate the concern.

Just hope I miss out on the new wave of Covid and Monkey Pox.

Bastian

Oliver was sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating pizza.  He told Nick to get him a drink, which he did, and even though he wasn’t asked to, Nick also got a side table to put the glass on.  Then, without being told this time, Nick got between Oliver’s legs, undid his jeans’ fly, fished Oliver’s cock out of his jeans, and sucked it into his mouth.  There he knelt in front of Oliver with Oliver’s cock in his mouth, keeping it warm for him while Oliver watched TV and ate pizza.  When Oliver had had enough pizza, he continued to sit there watching TV while Nick kneeled in front of Oliver with his cock in his mouth.

“Get your bowl, boi, and cut up the left-over pizza.  Bring it to me when you’ve finished, and I’ll piss on it for you.”

Reluctantly, Nick took Oliver’s cock out of his mouth and replaced it in Oliver’s jocks and jeans before doing Oliver’s jeans up for him.  Nick went into the kitchen and cut up the rest of the pizza before getting his bowl and putting the pizza in it.  Then, after heaving a huge sigh, Nick carried his bowl into the lounge area for Oliver to piss on it.  Not sure what he was supposed to do next, Nick just stood in front of Oliver and hopped agitatedly from one foot to the other.  Until Oliver, in exasperation, asked him what he wanted, “um, I want you to piss on my pizza,” Nick finished before he realised what he’d just asked Oliver to do.

“So, how the fuck am I supposed to be able to piss on your pizza with my cock in my jeans, your dumb fuck of a homo?  What?  Am I supposed to piss my jeans just so that you can have my piss on your pizza so you can eat it?” Oliver asked incredulously.

With that, Nick fell to his knees in front of Oliver and, placing his bowl of pizza beside him on the floor, he reached up, undid the fly of Oliver’s jeans, and fished Oliver’s cock out of his jocks for him.  Having done that, Nick picked up his bowl of pizza and held Oliver’s cock so that it hung over the lip of the bowl; Oliver let his stream of piss go and watched as it flowed all over and around the pizza in the bowl.  When Oliver’d finished pissing, Nick shook the drops off the end of Oliver’s cock.  He gave the head of Oliver’s cock a few licks to ensure that he’d got all the drops of piss from Oliver’s cock before he tucked Oliver’s cock back into his jocks and did up the zip of Oliver’s jeans.  Before he picked up his bowl of piss-soaked pizza and carried the bowl out to the laundry before he got on his hands and knees and ate his meal.

When he’d finally finished the worst pizza he’d ever eaten in his life.  Nick picked up his bowl as he rocked back on his feet, and holding the bowl up, he drank the last of the piss that lay in the bottom of his bowl.  Nick washed his bowl in the troves and left it to air dry when he was sure he’d got all the piss out of his bowl.  Nick returned to the lounge area and cleaned up all the mess there.  When he returned to the lounge area, he was in time to see Oliver fish his erect cock out of his jeans.  Before Nick could decide what Oliver could possibly expect of him now, Oliver gave a one-word command, ‘sit’, so with a heavy sigh, Nick walked over, pulled his butt plug out of his arse and held it ready for him to lick clean.  Nick guided Oliver’s cock into his own arse with his free hand and sat on Oliver’s erect cock.  Nick sat side-on and leaned forwards so that Oliver could still watch TV, “milk me,” Oliver ordered.  Nick began licking and sucking the butt plug clean.  While he was cleaning the butt plug, Nick clenched his anus closed tight around the base of Oliver’s cock while he rocked forwards onto his feet.  When Nick could feel the head of Oliver’s cock almost at his arse lips, he relaxed his anus enough so that as he rocked back onto Oliver’s lap, it forced Oliver’s cock back into Nick’s arse.  Nick kept this up while Oliver continued watching the show on TV, ignoring Nick ‘milking’ his cock until Oliver’s cock shot its load of hot cum up Nick’s arse.  Nick, without being told, stood up off Oliver’s cock, and after first shoving the butt plug up his own arse to preserve Oliver’s cum.  Nick sucked Oliver’s cock into his mouth and licked and sucked it clean for him.  Remaining on his knees, Nick crawled around and tucked Oliver’s cock back into his jocks before doing the zip and button up on Oliver’s jeans.

Nick knelt on the floor, looking up at Oliver, while Oliver totally ignored him and watched TV.

Eventually, Oliver finished watching TV, turned the set off, stepped over Nick, and again muttered his one-word command, “come”, and Nick followed Oliver out of the lounge area.   Nick followed Oliver into the bathroom and waited as Oliver pulled his jeans and jocks down, sat on the toilet, and had a shit and piss.  When he’d finished, Oliver lifted his arse a bit higher off the toilet seat and leaned forwards.  Nick didn’t hesitate as he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped Oliver’s arse clean for him; he even held Oliver’s arse lips apart a little bit to get any shit that may have been hiding there.  When he’d finished, Nick dropped the used toilet paper in the toilet, but Oliver hadn’t changed his position, so very reluctantly, Nick leaned in and licked Oliver’s hole to make sure it was squeaky clean.  Finally, Oliver stood upright, and it was then that Oliver could see the drop of piss hanging off Oliver’s cock.  Nick reached his tongue out and lapped it up for Oliver.  “’ Bout fuckin’ time,” was all Oliver said as he stood and glared down at Nick, “well????” Oliver asked.  Nick looked at him a bit non-plussed, wrapping his brain to think what he might have missed.

Oliver slapped Nick on the side of the head so hard that Nick fell onto the tiled wall and hit his head.  “What about my fuckin’ jocks and jeans, you fuckin’ homo retard?  Do I have to tell you everything you’re supposed to do?  Fuck, I really want to go back to the guys you were livin’ with and slap them all around a bit for not training you properly.  Now, get the fuck over here and pull up my jocks and jeans, you fuckin’ retarded homo slut.”  With his head ringing, Nick pushed himself off the wall and pulled up Oliver’s jocks, and when they were high enough, Nick took hold of Oliver’s cock, and after kissing it lovingly, he arranged it in Oliver’s jocks.  When he was happy, Nick reached down and pulled Oliver’s jeans up, making sure that he pulled them out at the back so he could pull them up over Oliver’s arse.  Nick pulled up Oliver’s jeans at the front, and ensuring that Oliver’s cock was in the correct position, Nick did Oliver’s jeans up for him.  “’Bout fuckin’ time, you dumb shit,” Oliver said as he stood by the vanity.  Nick rushed over and washed and dried Oliver’s hands for him.  Oliver just tutted at him as he left the bathroom.

Oliver walked into his bedroom and just stood in the middle of the free floor space at the foot of the bed.  Nick trailed in behind him, kneeling on the floor in front of Oliver; Nick undid Oliver’s runners and removed them from Oliver’s feet before he looked up at Oliver.  “What would you like to wear to bed, sir?”

“You,” was Oliver’s one-word response; Nick’s face blanched a bit as he continued to remove Oliver’s socks; Nick folded the socks neatly and reached up and undid the button of Oliver’s jeans.  “You fuckin’ homo slut,” Oliver said dismissively, “you can’t wait to get my cock out, can you slut?”  It suddenly dawned on Nick that he could have taken Oliver’s tops off first.  But, with a heavy sigh, Nick continued to remove Oliver’s jeans before he folded them as well.  Nick removed Oliver’s jocks, but before he could do anything with them, Oliver told him he could smell them if he wanted to, which Nick interpreted as ‘smell my fuckin’ jocks.’  Which he did, and as soon as he had his nose buried in Oliver’s jocks, smelling the mixture of boy scent, traces of pre-cum, cum, and more than a faint smell of old piss.  Oliver laughed at him raucously, “what a fuckin’ homo slut you fuckin’ are, boi,” Oliver said as he looked down at Nick.  “Fuck, I can barely stand the smell of my jocks as I pull them off at night, and here you are, you fuckin’ homo poofter, with your nose buried in my boy scent, spunk and piss.”  Nick instantly realised his mistake and flamed red for the umpteenth time as he pulled Oliver’s jocks off his nose, folded them, and added them to the pile, all the while Oliver laughed at him.  Nick stood up, pulled Oliver’s tops off over his head, folded them and added them to the pile.

Having finished undressing Oliver, Nick stood in front of Oliver, “you dumb fuck,” Oliver said exasperatedly, “how the fuck am I supposed to get into bed if you haven’t pulled the covers back?  You are such a dumb fuck.”  Again, flaming bright red, Nick raced over and threw back the doona on the bed.  Nick walked over and scooped Oliver into his arms, picking him up and carrying him over to the bed.  “Fuck, boi, you’d better not try to kiss me, you fuckin’ homo.  That’s all you poofs seem to want to do is try to kiss me, just ‘cause I’m a real man, fuck,” Oliver finished as Nick lowered him onto the bed.  “Good boi,” Oliver said, as Nick pulled the doona over Oliver, “now get my book out of my bag.  It’s at the bottom, but I don’t want you playing with my jocks, not when you’ve got the fillin’ over here to worship.”  With his flaming face red with embarrassment, Nick found Oliver’s book in the bottom of Oliver’s bag, gave it to Oliver, stood by the bed, and waited.  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, do I have to tell you everything you have to do?  Get in here and get my cock in your mouth, fuck,” Oliver finished as Nick climbed under the doona.  He found Oliver’s cock and sucked it into his mouth as Oliver began to read his book.  As Oliver rolled over, from time to time, Nick found his head at times sandwiched between Oliver’s naked thighs, while at other times, Nick’s head was free as he kept Oliver’s cock in his mouth and swallowed his saliva mixed with Oliver’s pre-cum.

Oliver tired of reading his book and put it on the bedside table, “get up here, boi, and put my cock in your arse; I want to fuck before I go to sleep.”  Reluctantly, Nick let Oliver’s cock fall out of his mouth as he pulled the butt plug out of his arse and tried very carefully not to let the butt plug come into contact with the bedclothes.  He put the butt plug in his mouth; as he moved up the bed and grabbed hold of Oliver’s thickening cock, he fed it into his hole.  Nick laid there licking and sucking on his butt plug while Oliver fucked him.  Finally, Nick felt Oliver’s cock buck and dump its load of cum in his arse.  As soon as he felt Oliver’s cock go still in his arse, Nick pulled himself off Oliver’s softening cock, and rammed the butt plug up his arse to preserve Oliver’s cum, again, for as long as possible.  Nick hoovered Oliver’s cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck it clean for him.  Once again, Nick felt Oliver’s cock hardening and snaking its way down his throat, so Nick kept sucking on it until Oliver pushed Nick off his cock and out of the bed, to his great surprise.  As Nick looked up at Oliver from the floor, Oliver said, “I know you think I’m nothing but a cum machine for you, but even I have my limits.  “Come here,” and Oliver reached up and unlocked the padlock on Nick’s collar, “go outside and do your toilet, and then lock the chain to your collar when you come back inside.  Do I have to go with you,” Oliver asked sternly, and Nick just shook his head, “well, good boi, then.”  With that, Oliver rolled over and went to sleep.

Nick let himself out the back door and went over the bushes lining his backyard; well, Nick thought that’d be Oliver’s backyard now, he thought glumly as he pissed in the bushes.  Nick had quickly learned that he had to squat to piss if he didn’t want piss all over his legs.  Nick went back into the house, went into the laundry, and secured the chain to his collar with the padlock he sinched closed; Nick then made himself as comfortable on the floor as he could and somehow fell asleep.  During the night, Nick was woken by Oliver pulling on his chain; Oliver got Nick to kneel up so that he could piss in his mouth.  Then, when he’d finished, without so much as a thank you, Oliver left the laundry and went back to bed; Oliver did this twice through the night, and each time all Nick wanted to do was puke his guts up.  Being a human toilet, Nick discovered, had a nasty side effect for him, as he found he desperately needed to go to the toilet himself in the middle of the night, but being chained to the wall in the laundry, Nick couldn’t go to the toilet.  Nick tried not to think about it and go back to sleep, but the pain in his bladder wouldn’t allow him to do that.  So, in desperation, Nick grabbed his bowl out of the troves and pissed in that.   Nick was going to piss in the troves but decided Oliver wouldn’t have been too happy about that.  So, he did the only other thing he could think of; he got his bowl and pissed in that, which gave him a new dilemma, what was he going to do with his piss now.  Deciding that he was too tired to worry about this shit, Nick drank his piss, rinsed his bowl out, and went back to sleep.

In the morning, Oliver came and unlocked the padlock on Oliver’s collar and allowed the chain to fall free before he re-sinched the padlock closed.  Oliver grabbed Nick by the ears and guided his cock towards Nick’s mouth; Nick opened his mouth wide and allowed Oliver to put his cock in his mouth.  Nick just got his lips sealed around Oliver’s cock in time as Oliver just let his piss flow, and Nick swallowed it all down, “good, boi,” Oliver said as he pushed Nick off his cock when he’d finished pissing.  “I’ll have eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast and orange juice if you have any,” Oliver turned on his heel and went back to bed.  The first thing Nick did was run outside and squat in the bushes and had the longest piss of his life, and it was the most offensive piss Nick had ever smelt.  Nick went back inside and set to cooking Oliver his breakfast.  Nick got out the bed tray, plated up Oliver’s breakfast, and took it into Oliver; Oliver was sitting up in bed propped up on the pillows.  When Nick placed the tray over Oliver’s lap, all Oliver said was that his cock was cold, so Nick crawled under the doona, found Oliver’s cock, and sucked it into his mouth.  While he could hear Oliver eating his breakfast, all Nick could taste was old piss.  Not that Nick knew what old piss tasted like, but unfortunately, Nick decided that he’d drunk enough piss to know when it was old.

Nick could feel Oliver’s cock beginning to thicken and grow in his mouth; he was not really sure what his next move was, so he began slowly bob up and down on Oliver’s rapidly growing cock.  It didn’t take Oliver long before he shot his first load of cum for the day down Nick’s throat, and Nick laid there licking and sucking the last of the cum out of Oliver’s softening cock.  “Good, boi,” Oliver said as he patted Nick on the head just before kicking him out of bed.  Oliver looked at the clock radio beside the bed, “we have an appointment at 11, boi, so you’d better hurry up and clean up the kitchen.  Pour yourself a bowl of cereal, and bring it back here, and I’ll piss on it for you.”  Nick looked at the clock as he got himself up off the floor, and it was only 08:30 am, ‘we have a heap of time,’ Nick thought to himself as he picked up the bed tray and went out to the kitchen.  Nick busied himself cleaning up the kitchen, and when that was all done, he got his bowl out of the troves in the laundry and poured himself some cereal before returning to Oliver in the bedroom.  With his bowl in his hand, Nick walked into the bedroom, only to find Oliver on the phone.  Oliver heaved a sigh as he scooted over the edge of the mattress, “hang on,” Oliver said to whoever it was on the phone, “I’ve just got to piss on my slave’s breakfast.  Hmm, what?” Oliver said to the person on the phone, “oh, yeah, I have a slave now, and I piss on all his meals; he can’t eat anything unless I’ve pissed all over it.”  Oliver laughed at something the other person said, “no joke,” Oliver said with a huge grin on his face, “I have an honest to god slave who does everything I tell him to.”  While Oliver was talking on the phone as he sat on the side of the bed, Nick picked up Oliver’s cock and aimed it at his breakfast while Oliver started to piss while still on the phone.  When Oliver finished pissing, Nick leaned down, licked the last remaining drops off Oliver’s foreskin, and went to the laundry to eat his breakfast.

Nick ate his breakfast on his hands and knees while idly wondering if he could ever remember what it was like not to have someone piss on his food.  Nick rinsed his bowl when he was finished, left it to air dry in the troves, and went to see what Oliver wanted him to do now.  “’Bout time you got back,” Oliver began as soon as Nick walked through the bedroom door.  “How long were you going to keep me waiting, you little fuck head?”  Nick didn’t say anything; he just hung his head, “fuck, if I didn’t like having a slave so much, particularly one as well built as you, I’d fuckin’ sell your sorry arse off to the nearest traders.”  Nick had never heard of any slave traders, so he wasn’t too worried.  “Don’t just stand there; get my fuckin’ clothes out of my backpack; we’re running late as it is.”  Nick fished around in Oliver’s backpack and got him some clean clothes, while Oliver got out of bed and slapped Nick hard on the right butt cheek as he walked past.  Nick gathered the clothes and Oliver’s runners together and hurried himself to the bathroom, figuring that was where Oliver had gone.  Nick walked into the bathroom to see Oliver sitting on the toilet; Nick put the clothes down, grabbed a razor and shaving crème, and shaved Oliver before he cleaned his teeth for him.  By this time, Oliver had finished having a shit and leaned forwards so that Nick could wipe his arse for him; after Nick had wiped Oliver’s arse, he leaned forwards and gave it an exploratory lick to ensure he had got all the shit cleaned up.

Nick turned on the shower and asked Oliver to check it when he thought it was the right temperature.  Oliver tested the water and entered the shower stall, leaving the door open.  Nick walked in behind him and closed the shower stall door as he began to wash Oliver from head to toe, paying close attention to his cock, balls, and arse.  When he was finished, Oliver turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall for Nick to dry and dress him.  When he was ready, Oliver walked out of the bathroom, leaving Nick to clean up the mess, which he did, and having rinsed himself off under the garden hose out the back, Nick went and found Oliver in the lounge.

“’Bout fuckin’ time you turned up, boi,” Oliver said exasperatedly, “we have a lot to do this morning, now get in the fuckin’ truck, and let’s go.”  Nick started to look around for something to wear, “what the fuck are you doing,” Oliver almost shouted at Nick.

“Um, I’m looking for something to wear if we’re going out.”

“What the fuck?” Oliver almost shouted at Nick, “you’re wearing your collar, aren’t you?” he asked Nick.  He had a sinking feeling in his stomach, so he just nodded, “you’re wearing your chastity device, aren’t you?” Oliver asked.  Once again, Nick nodded as he looked down at the floor dejectedly, “then you’re not fuckin’ naked, are you, boi?”  Nick heaved a sigh, got the truck’s keys, and waited by the front door for Oliver.  Oliver breezed past Nick as he went and waited by the truck to be let in while Nick closed and locked the front door before he unlocked the truck, allowing Oliver to get in.  At the same time, Nick walked across the front lawn and got into the truck with Oliver.  “Where are we going, sir,” Nick asked Oliver.  “Do you remember where you got the onesies from?” Oliver asked Nick, and when Nick nodded that he did, Oliver said, “good, because that’s our first stop, so let’s get going.”

Nick started the truck, drove out of the driveway, and headed into Prahran until they were parked in the car park near the shop that sold the onesies.  Naturally, on the trip there, Oliver played with the lock on Nick’s chastity device the whole way, which got mixed responses from trucks and other land rovers that were set up higher than Nick’s truck.  Some honked in approval of Oliver playing with the padlock on Nick’s chastity device, while others made their disapproval very plain.

When they were parked outside the shop that sold the onesies, Oliver told Nick to go in and get himself six or seven pairs.  Nick just looked at Oliver, “what the fuck is wrong with you now?”  “I can’t go into the shop dressed like this….”

Oliver cut Nick off, “of course you can; there’s no one in the car park,” Oliver said as he looked around, “and there’s no one in the shop, so you’re wearing plenty to go shopping,” with that Oliver handed Nick his credit card.  Realising he’d lost, Nick got out of the truck and bolted for the shop after ensuring the coast was clear.  The shop attendant couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw an almost completely naked Nick walking into the shop, “um, can I help you with ….”  But Nick ignored the shop assistant, walked over to the drawer that kept the onesies, grabbed seven pairs, and returned to the counter.  While the shop assistant, for his part, thought he’d died and gone to heaven as he got to watch Nick’s bubble butt as Nick walked over to the drawer with the onesies in it.  As he walked around the shop, the shop assistant couldn’t decide if he liked the view of Nick’s naked arse or his low swinging testicles being pushed around by his huge thighs.  In a dream, the shop assistant rang up the sale, and Nick paid for it, grabbed his onesies, left the shop, and raced for his truck.

“Ok, boi, now you have your clothes sorted for the week; we have an appointment at your old gym.  So, let’s get moving.”

Nick just looked at Oliver as if he was about to protest and thought fuck it, as he turned the engine over, drove to the gym, and parked on Chapel St as it was the only parking spot he could find.  “Do I have to go in dressed like this?” Nick asked petulantly.

“Of course not,” Oliver replied as he handed Nick one of his new Onesies, “put that on, and let’s go.”  Nick looked at Oliver as though he was going to protest but thought better of it.  After putting his arms in the sleeves, he grabbed the Onesie and pulled the Onesie on over his head and tried to do the press-studs up while sitting down.

“How fuckin’ stupid are you?” Oliver asked incredulously, “get out of the fuckin’ truck and do the bloody press-studs up.  Fuck, do I have to do all your thinking for you, you dumb fuck of a poofter homo?”

So, with his face flaming red yet again, Nick got out of the truck and stood behind the cover of the truck door, which did nothing to cover his naked arse until he pulled the Onesie down far enough to do up the press studs, that is.  Nick had to put up with all the horn honking, cat calls, wolf whistles, and crude remarks from passers-by in the meantime.  Nick closed the truck door and walked around the front of the truck to get to the relative safety of the footpath.  Nick soon realised that wearing just a Onesie did nothing to hide anything; the legs of these particular ones were cut so high that they barely covered the tops of the dimples in his arse cheeks.  His cock and balls were starkly outlined, and here he was on a very public street dressed like this.  Nick hung his head in resignation, and as he looked down at himself, he noticed that the Onesie did nothing to hide the fact that he was now wearing a chastity device; if anything, it made it ten times more obvious.  Being in the ‘gay’ part of town, most people who walked past Nick had a fair idea what it was he was trying to hide under the Onesie.  Nick also discovered that with the chastity device on, it pulled the back seam cruelly up his arse crack; at that moment, Nick realised that he had nothing on his feet.  But Oliver was standing by the door to the gym, and he did not look pleased.  So once again, Nick said a mental ‘fuck it’ and walked towards and followed Oliver into the gym.

Oliver pointed at a seat in the reception area, and Nick sat on it; as he sat, he quickly learned that he had to spread his legs as wide as possible to accommodate the chastity device on his cock.  Much to the appreciation of the members of the gym.  Oliver spoke to the Receptionist.  Then while she talked to someone on the phone, Oliver sat beside Nick and played with the padlock through the material of the Onesie.  Nick, for the first time since Oliver first walked through his front door, could feel his cock trying to thicken and grow in the confines of the chastity device.  Considering just how his cock had to be forced into the chastity device soft, Nick knew there was no room for his cock to grow anywhere.  Nick began to push and prod at the chastity device through the material of the Onesie as he tried to find a comfortable spot for his cock to grow into.

“What’s wrong with you, boi?” Oliver asked Nick when he became aware of Nick squirming in his seat.  Having a flash of uncustomary insight into Nick’s plight, he asked, “are you trying to crack a fat?” Oliver laughed at him.  “Fuck, you’re getting turned on by this,” Oliver said incredulously as he laughed at Nick, “and here you’ve been complaining of being fuckin’ straight all this time.”  Oliver continued to laugh at Nick as he reached down and pulled the press studs apart to look at Nick’s chastity device, only to see Nick’s cock turning almost purple as it tried to get out of the slits cut into the plastic of the chastity device.  Oliver flicked the chastity device a couple of times before he did up the press studs, “you fuckin’ closeted homo,” Oliver said as he went back to flicking the padlock and totally ignoring any discomfort that Nick might be in.

Ben walked into Reception and stuck his hand out at Oliver, “you must be Oliver,” Ben said, ignoring Nick, “what can I do for you?”

Oliver shook Ben’s proffered hand, “I understand you know the boi, here,” Oliver said, tilting his head in Nick’s direction.

“Yes, we um had an arrangement with a mutual friend, and he worked out here at the gym.”

“Yes, I know,” Oliver replied, “what I’m wondering is what were the terms of that arrangement?”

“Um, well….” Ben began.

“Look, mate, let’s cut to the chase here,” Oliver started.  “I know you auctioned his wrestling outfit on your website, for instance.  I’m assuming that there was some kind of a financial arrangement between you and the boi’s former owner?”

“Um, well, um, yes, there was.  Um, look, Oliver, is it?  Why don’t we take this into my office?”

“Well, I assumed that that would have happened in the first place, but here we are discussing business in the foyer, so let’s get down to it.  What was your and the boi’s former owner’s financial arrangement?”

“Well,” Ben started after he’d stood and thought about it for a bit, “I paid 10% of the joining fee of all new Clients to the gym, to his former owner, as well as being able to auction his wrestlers’ singlet on our website.”

“And how has business been since the boi here stopped coming?”

“Well, I can’t lie,” Ben started looking a little bit embarrassed, “our membership has dropped a bit since he stopped coming.”

“Hmm,” Oliver mused, “ok, let’s see if we can’t make this work to our mutual advantage.  What if the boi here were to come back and work out at your gym three days a week?  Only this time, he will wear the same wrestler’s singlet the whole week.  Let’s give your clientele something to truly drool over, and to that end, I will give you a key to his chastity device so that all the sweat from his cock is added to the crotch.  So, you will need to provide a zip-lock bag to keep the outfit in between wears, so it will truly be rank.  Let’s make them something your clientele will want to fight over; if you wanted to, you could make them a little designer.”  Ben looked a little puzzled.  “Yes, one week, for example, you could make sure that the boi pisses them a little bit, not a lot; when he has a piss, he can’t shake the drops off and let the material soak that up.  Another time you could make the boi leak pre-cum and let the material soak that up, cum, if you were able to make him do that.”  Ben was nodding now as the ideas began to take root in his head.  “Now, our arrangement,” Oliver began, and Ben was a little taken aback as he had forgotten that that was what they had started the conversation about.  “I think 10% of the joining fee is good to start with, but I also want 10% for the life of the membership per new member.”

Ben was so shocked by this demand that his mouth fell open.  “Further, I want 10% of the sale of the wrestlers’ singlet.  So, what do you say?” Oliver asked Ben as he put out his hand, “is it a deal or not?”  Ben thought about it for a couple of minutes before he shook Oliver’s hand and agreed to the terms.  “Good, so I think he can start Monday, don’t you?” Oliver said.  Ben nodded in agreement, “good; I’ll email you my banking details.  Come on, boi, let’s go,” Oliver walked out of the gym with Nick trailing behind, trying to work out what just happened.

Nick caught up to Oliver at the truck, “now look here…,” Nick began, but Oliver turned on his heel and slapped Nick hard across the face, rather than people rushing to his aid, which is what Nick thought was going to happen.  Most passers-by just looked and either snickered behind their hands or laughed out right at Nick and his predicament, even though none of them knew what was going on.  They all just took in Nick’s outfit and Oliver’s and assumed who was the alpha in the relationship.

“Don’t you ever use that tone with me fuck, you really are one uppity poofter, now ain’tcha?” Oliver said.  “Get your sorry arse into the truck, or do you want me to spank you here on the street?”

More than a few of the passers-by heard Oliver’s comment and had deliberately slowed down to try and watch the show that was unfolding on a very busy Chapel St.  Nick took a look around at the passers-by and realising he was on a losing streak, probably the biggest one he has ever had in his life, got himself together and walked around the truck as he unlocked to doors to let Oliver in.  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” a stunned Oliver demanded of Nick.  “Um, I’m getting in the truck….”  “And who said you could wear your Onesie in the truck?” Oliver asked him.  So, without saying anything else, Nick got out of the truck, stood against the open door, pulled his Onesie off, handed it to Oliver, and got back into the truck.

As they drove back to Nick’s place, Nick said, “I don’t know why you’re making plans past Sunday because you’re going home tomorrow night, and I’m going to be shit of you!”

“Is that so?”  Oliver asked Nick as he reached over and grabbed Nick’s cock encased in the chastity device and began to pull and twist it cruelly.  “Well, I have news for you, boi!  Sunday night, when you take me home, you are going to have a ‘chat’ with my parents and tell them that you need me to stay at your place for a while, and you’d better make it convincing.  Is that understood?” Oliver asked Nick as he twisted Nick’s cock once again.

Again, Nick asked himself how the fuck he’d got himself into this fuckin’ mess again.  As Oliver didn’t suggest another destination, Nick just headed home.  As Nick was backing into the drive, he looked over and saw someone waiting on the front porch, and Nick had a sinking feeling, a he turned the engine off.

“G’day,” Oliver greeted the guy standing on the front porch, and as the guy answered Oliver back, Nick sighed to himself and got out of his truck.  As he locked the truck, he walked over to Oliver and his guest.  “Fuck, mate, you weren’t kidding this morning, were you,” the visitor said to Oliver but was unable to tear his eyes off Nick in all of his naked splendour.  “And you get to fuck it?” the guy said to Oliver.

“You can try it out if you want to,” Oliver replied as Nick stood there and watched the two guys talking about him as though he wasn’t even there.

“What, now?  Here in the front yard?”

“Sure, why not,” Oliver replied as he looked at Nick and said, “on your knees, boi,” and Nick knew he had no choice got down on his hands and knees on the front lawn.

“Well?” Oliver said to his mate, who needed no further encouragement as he undid his jeans, pushed his jeans and boxers to his knees, and knelt behind Nick.  Nick reached around and pulled the butt plug out of his arse.  “Fuck me,” was all the other guy could say as he lined his cock up with Nick’s arse, and without so much as a please may I, he pushed his cock balls deep into Nick’s arse.  “Fuck, this is great,” the guy said to Oliver as he began to fuck Nick’s arse, “fuck he’s so tight,” Oliver’s mate said, almost in a trance.  As he kept fucking Nick’s arse, until with an all-mighty yell, he shot his hot load of cum up Nick’s arse.  The guy fell forwards and laid on Nick’s back until he’d recovered enough to slowly pull his softening cock out of Nick’s arse before he really understood what was happening.  Nick spun around and sucked the guy’s cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck it clean for him; the poor guy couldn’t help himself.

The more Nick licked and sucked his cock, the harder he became until he was totally hard and began to rape Nick’s mouth.  Nick was just grateful for the hedges that were growing along his, no that’d be Oliver’s front fence, not that it stopped people looking in his, no, that’s Oliver’s driveway, but the truck was there, so it made it hard for people to look in as they passed.  No, Nick’s real points of worry were his former neighbours looking over their fences or someone looking over his front gate.  Finally, the guy shot his load down Nick’s throat.  Nick made sure that he’d licked and sucked the last of the guy’s cum out of his cock before he knelt up and grabbed hold of the guy’s jeans and boxers.  So, when he stood up, Nick could pull them up and put the guy’s cock away for him before doing up his jeans.  “That was fuckin’ awesome,” was all the guy could think of to say before he continued, “and you get to do this all day?”

Oliver just looked at him with a smirk and nodded at the guy.

“But this doesn’t mean I’m gay or anything,” the guy said as he took a step away from Nick.

“Of course not,” Oliver replied, “neither am I, but it’s good to have a cum dump on hand when you can’t get a girl.”  The other guy just nodded at Oliver, seemingly unable to take his eyes off a naked Nick.

‘Um, what’s that on his cock?” the guy asked.

“Oh, that,” Oliver replied as he unlocked the front door and held it open for his mate, “that’s a chastity device.  If he wasn’t wearing that, he’d probably be out ‘tomcatting’ himself all night or prostituting that arse of his down St Kilda.”

“Would you ever think of doing that,” the guy asked with genuine awe in his voice while Nick’s stomach fell to his feet.

“Nah,” Oliver replied as he closed the front door behind them all, “I want to keep him on hand just in case I have a need,” Oliver said as he rubbed his crotch meaningfully, “know what I mean?” which made both boys laugh.  Particularly as Nick went a bright shade of red, the boys found that to be almost as hilarious as Oliver talking about his ‘needs’.  They went in, and Oliver turned on the TV and sat on the couch, and his mate joined him; while he was sitting there, Nick knelt down between his legs, got his cock out of Oliver’s jeans, and sucked it into his mouth.  “Fuck, me,” was all Oliver’s mate could think to say as he sat and looked at Nick with Oliver’s cock in his mouth.  “Yeah,” Oliver said, “he just loves my cock.  Don’t cha boi?” Oliver said, not expecting Nick to reply, of course.

“So, what d’ya feel like for lunch?  Ya hungry?” Oliver asked his friend.

“Um, yeah, sure, what have ya got?” he replied.

“Why don’t ya order something?”  So, the boys talked about what they wanted to eat; all the while, Nick kneeled between Oliver’s legs with Oliver’s cock in his mouth, swallowing down the mixture of his saliva mixed in with Oliver’s pre-cum and boy piss.  The boys finally decided what they wanted and ordered; while waiting for the food to arrive, they settled in to watch TV.

When the doorbell rang, Nick put Oliver’s cock and balls back inside his jocks after kissing it lovingly; then Nick did up Oliver’s jeans.  Nick stood up and, grabbing his wallet, went to answer the door.  As soon as the door was open, both boys heard a very appreciative “Fuck me” from whoever was standing at the door.  Oliver took that as his cue to walk out and see what was going on; naturally, his mate trailed along behind but stood so that most of him was blocked from view.  “Oh, hey,” the delivery guy said as he looked up and saw Oliver standing behind Nick, and it was the same delivery guy from the night before.

“Howzit going?” Oliver asked.  “Oh, um,” the delivery guy spluttered as he turned a shade of red.  “Do ya want ta fuck him again?” Oliver asked the delivery guy casually.  The delivery guy’s eyes nearly fell out of his head, “can I?” he asked.  “Sure,” Oliver replied as the delivery guy was undoing his belt.

Oliver hit Nick up the side of the head, “get and help the man out,” Oliver said sternly.

‘fuckin’ man’, Nick thought to himself, ‘he’s nothing but a boy himself’, but knowing better than to say anything, Nick fell to his knees and helped the delivery guy undo his jeans.  “Um, I know you said he loves it, but um, can I see how much he loves it?” the delivery guy asked Oliver with a hopeful expression.  Oliver just smiled as he went back inside; he pushed past his friend and went and got his set of keys from the lounge room.  While he got his keys, his mate went out onto the front porch with an embarrassed look on his face as he got closer to watch the show.  For his part, the delivery guy flamed red as soon as he saw Oliver’s mate come out onto the front porch, and both boys smiled at each other shyly.

“Here we go,” Oliver said as he came out of the house brandishing his keys, he pushed Nick back roughly as he reached down, undid the padlock on Nick’s chastity device, and pulled the sheath off Nick’s cock.  By the time Oliver had all the bits of the chastity device in his hand, Nick had a raging hard-on, “fuck me,” was all the delivery guy and Oliver’s mate could think of to say as they saw the size of Nick’s cock.  Both boys watched, mesmerised, as Nick’s cock continued to grow, “fuck, and I haven’t even done anything to him yet,” the delivery guy said in awe.  But he managed to snap himself out of it with a shake of his head as he told Nick to get on his knees and, knowing the drill pulled the butt plug out of Nick’s arse before he shoved his cock into Nick’s arse.  While Oliver and his mate cheered him on.  “And he says he’s not a poof,” Oliver said to his mate, “just look at his fuckin’ hard-on.  And his cock is dripping like a fuckin’ tap,” Oliver said incredulously.

Oliver’s mate couldn’t stand it anymore; he pulled his jeans and boxers down, knelt in front of Nick, and rammed his cock into Nick’s mouth.  “Fuck yeah,” the two guys said as they high-fived each other as they fucked Nick from both ends.  While Oliver just looked on with a smug look on his face.  Once again, Nick wondered how the fuck he got into this situation; he even began to wonder if he wasn’t a closet homo.  Maybe this is what he’s really wanted and needed all this time, to be dominated and used by real men.  Fuck he thought; Oliver’s only 16, for fuck’s sake, and look how quickly he allowed Oliver to dominate him.

Nick was broken out of his revere when both boys cum together, one up his arse and the other down his throat.  Both boys just swapped ends and started to fuck him all over again, while Oliver continued to watch on with a huge smirk on his face.  Oliver’s mate reached down and felt Nick’s hard pulsing cock, “fuck, he must be lovin’ this.  His cock’s still rock hard.”  As he said that, the three boys laughed their heads off like it was the greatest joke ever told.  Which did nothing for Nick’s headspace.

Oliver reached own and grabbed Nick by the ear, “I want you to show these two ‘men’ just how much you loved being fucked by them,” Oliver said.  “You’re going to cum at exactly the same moment these guys do, just to show them how much you love being fucked by them.  Oh,” Oliver added, almost as an afterthought, “and you’re going to catch all of your cum in your hand and lick it clean.  Is that understood?” Oliver finished, and Nick could only garble in response.

“No, fuckin’ way,” Oliver’s friend said in disgust, “he’s not really going to do that, is he?”

“Hm,” Oliver replied, “just wait and see.”  While the two boys continued to fuck Nick from both ends.  It wasn’t long before the two teenage boys, getting to fuck, well, anyone really, both cum again almost at the same time, and what neither boy saw but Oliver did was Nick catch his handful of cum as he was instructed.  The two boys eventually pulled out of their respective ends.  “Show,” was the one-word command Oliver issued to Nick, who instantly sat back on his haunches and held out his hand for the other two boys to see.  With a nod from Oliver, Nick licked and slurped his hand clean of all his cum, “oh, that’s fuckin’ ‘A’”, Oliver’s friend said as they watched Nick lick and slurp his hand clean.  “Fuck, look at it all leaking out of his arse,” Oliver’s friend said.  Nick quickly got his butt plug and shoved it up his arse to preserve the cum in there.  Nick turned around and sucked Oliver’s mate’s cock into his mouth and licked and sucked it clean for him.

Oliver paid the delivery guy, grabbed the food, and turned to go inside, “look at the mess on the ground,” Oliver’s mate said.  “O, yeah,” Oliver said over his shoulder, “clean it up, boi,” and went inside.  Oliver’s mate followed him inside while the delivery guy stopped to watch Nick lick all the cum off the front path.