The Bet

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

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And so, lockdown continues as Covid mutates, when will this all end and we can get back to some form of normality.   So, to while away the lonely hours for some here is my next instalment, I hope it helps!

Monday

Nick arrived home just after 4 pm, his usual time.  He grabbed the paperwork and his rubbish out of his Land Rover, locked it up and went into the house, and as befitted his new station in life, he stripped as soon as he closed the front door.  He couldn’t wait to get out of his onesie; Nick thought that of all the things that had been done to him over the weekend, that wearing the onesie to work had to be the worst.  Nick always thought Shane was one twisted fuck, but now he knew it for a fact, as he reached between his legs and unfastened the industrial press studs, that separated with a very audible click.  He almost sighed when he was able to relieve the pressure of the onesie from pulling around his neck, and he wondered if he would ever get used to wearing them.  Nick put his folded overalls and onesie in the laundry and sat at the kitchen table, perched on his chair, so that the butt plug wasn’t too uncomfortable, while he went over his books and looked at the jobs they had on for tomorrow.

The doorbell broke Nick’s concentration, and he jumped up and went to answer the bell and see who was there, he did think about putting something on, but he was supposed to naked all the time in the house.  So, fortifying himself mentally, he opened the door fully expecting to see one of his new masters standing there, grinning like a fuckin’ Cheshire cat, but instead, there was a young man in dress shirt and pants.  If Nick wasn’t feeling quite so self-conscious, standing there naked, he would have laughed at the look on his visitors’ face.  “G’day, can I help you?” Nick asked the now flustered young man standing on his doorstep.

“Um, Shane asked me to put up a camera for him…”

“Oh, ok!  That one must be for out the back.  Come through…,” Nick invited the young man.

“Um,” the young man began, “do you want to put something on maybe?” the young man asked, not really sure what to make of the naked hunk that answered the door, and he was finding it extremely difficult to keep making eye contact with Nick, while Nicks’ big cock was being displayed so prominently.  Especially the way it hung over his big nuts; the young man couldn’t help himself; his mind just naturally turned to the questions of whether he could fit one or both of Nick’s nuts in his mouth at the same time.  He decided he was dreaming if he thought he could even fit one of Nick’s nuts in his mouth and he was pretty sure he couldn’t swallow Nick’s cock, even if he could try, but fuck he’d sure like to try.

“Oh,” was all Nick said as he seemed, to the young man standing in front of him, not to notice the fact that he was standing in the doorway completely naked.  “Sorry,” Nick continued, “I was just going to have a shower when you rang the bell.  Do you mind?” Nick asked.

“Um,” the young man stammered, “um, no, I guess not.  That is, um, if you don’t.”

“Great,” Nick replied with more bravado than he was feeling, “follow me,” and with that Nick turned on his heel and led the way back into the house.  When Nick turned around, the young man got an uninterrupted view of Nick’s naked arse, the way he worked his arse as he walked, watching each cheek, flex and relax in turn.  The young man wondered if Nick realised just how well he was working his arse, so much so, that the young man almost creamed himself on the spot.  He’d never seen such a perfect bubble butt in his life, as he watched Nick disappearing down the passage into the house, and it wasn’t until Nick was about to turn the corner that the young man remembered that he was supposed to be following him.  He jumped through the doorway and slamming the door behind himself as he ran down the passage after Nick.  He caught up to Nick just as Nick was unlocking the backdoor, “this way,” Nick called as he headed out to the backyard.

‘Fuck,’ was all the young man could think as he followed Nick’s bubble butt out into the backyard, he did think about asking Nick, again, if he wanted to cover up first, but seeing as Nick answered the door butt naked, he kinda thought it didn’t matter to Nick. So, he continued to follow Nick out the door, “um, Shane said something about a fox?”  All the while, all the young man could think about was Nick’s fuckin’ huge bubble butt and what he’d have to do to be able to get into it, but again, he told himself that he was dreaming if he thought he could ever get into that arse.  The young man gestimated that you could probably put four pots of beer on the top of Nick’s bubble butt, and still have enough room for a big bowl of nuts, without any falling off.  As soon as the young man had that thought, particularly as he’d just marvelled at the size of Nick’s nuts, it almost made him laugh out loud, but he caught himself just in time and covered it with a cough.

“Hm, ah, what?” Nick began, but then it dawned on Nick what Shane was on about, “um, yeah, um that’s right.  Shane thinks it’s a fox, but I don’t, so Shane thought of having a camera set up out here to try to get some footage of whatever it is that’s running around out here.  Personally, I think it’s the neighbours’ dog being a sook.  Did Shane tell you where he wanted the camera?”

“Um, what?” the young man asked completely flustered, as his mind was taken, once again, with the view of Nick’s cock and balls as they’d just swung back into view, again, as Nick turned to face him.  “Um,” the young man continued trying not to sound too distracted, “Shane said something about the corner of the house and an outhouse?”

“Oh, right, that’d be this corner,” Nick said pointing at the back of the house, “and aimed at the outhouse down there,” Nick finished as he pointed to the outhouse.  With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, as he was pretty sure why Shane wanted to have the camera pointing at the only toilet Nick was allowed to use.

“Oh, ok,” the young man replied, “Shane said that he wanted a wide-angle so I guess he wants to cover most of the backyard.”

“Oh, ok.  So, what do you need?  Do you want a ladder?”

“Um, sure,” the young man replied, and when Nick went to get the ladder out of the shed, the young man took a steadying breath and tried to will his cock to go down, while he got his tools and the camera out of his bag.  By the time Nick returned with the ladder, the young man had broken the camera out of its packaging and checked that the batteries were correctly installed, and was watching an image on his phone.

“Whatcha watching?” Nick asked.

“Hmm, what?  Oh, oh, Shane wanted it to be a wireless feed to your phones, and I was just checking the picture quality.  Um, do you want a look?” the young man asked Nick as he raked the camera down Nick’s naked body.  Making sure that the image showed all of Nick’s muscles in stark relief.

“Um, sure,” Nick replied as he stepped in close enough to see the image on the young man’s phone, and while he was studying the image on the young man’s phone, the young man was inhaling the muskiness of Nick.  The young man thought he’d died and gone to heaven, clearly, from the stench of him, Nick hadn’t showered when he got home, and all the young man wanted to do was lick Nick’s pits clean for him.  To have the chance to lick all the sweat off Nick’s body, especially around his cock and balls would have been heaven, with the piece de resistance, would have been being able to crack Nick’s huge arse and clean the sweat, and whatever else he could find there the young man thought.  “Fuck, it’s a clear picture, isn’t it?” Nick said.

“Yeah,” the young man replied with his voice sounding really reedy, well to him anyway and he really hoped Nick couldn’t hear it, “there is a night vision function as well,” the young man said as he fiddled with the controls on his phone.  But the only thing Nick had eyes for was the image of his cock and balls as they filled the screen on the young man’s phone, but seeing how intently the young man was working the controls on his phone, Nick thought it could be accidental.  But Nick chided himself for being so paranoid; Nick was really hating how the events after that fuckin’ bet were making him feel.  But what Nick didn’t know, was that the young man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was recording all the vision of this very naked Adonis as he walked naked around the backyard.  The young man couldn’t decide if it was accidental, or if Nick was intentionally showing himself off on purpose.  He couldn’t decide if Nick actually wanted him to fuck him, or if he was just being a fuckin’ god damn tease, figuring the young man didn’t have the guts to ask.  While he tried not to go to weak at the knees, as he was sure he could feel all of Nick as he was almost pressed hard up against the young man to be able to get a good look at what was on his screen.

Finally, there was nothing for it, but the young man had to start installing the camera, putting the ladder against the wall of the house.  He climbed up checking his phone as he went until the camera was high enough to capture most of the backyard.  It was also able to record some of the neighbours’ backyard, but the young man had thought of that and had brought a piece of tin to shield the neighbours’ backyard.  The young man found that concentrating on the job at hand; he could almost push the thought of the naked hunk standing below him out of his mind. Until that is, he fumbled with his screwdriver and dropped it, the young man cursed and began descending the ladder, that was until Nick told him to stay where he was, and Nick bent over and picked up the screwdriver and handed it up to the young man.  But the young man seemed frozen on the spot and was unresponsive when Nick tried to hand him the screwdriver because the only thing running through the young man’s mind was one blaring question ‘did he just see a flash of a butt plug separating Nick’s arse cheeks?’  The young man couldn’t believe what he thought he had just seen, was this what Shane meant when he said that there might have been some ‘fringe benefits’ if he installed the camera for him on the young man’s own time, and not the companies.

The young man took the screwdriver off Nick, and swallowing his nervousness, the young man told Nick to undo his pants and take his cock out, but Nick just stood there and looked up at the young man on the ladder.  “I said, bitch, to take my fuckin’ cock out of my god damn pants.  Or, do you want me to tell Shane just how disobedient you are, you dumb fuck?”  The young man didn’t know if it would work or not and almost fell off the ladder when Nick somewhat reluctantly reached up and undid the young man’s fly, instantly a faint smell of piss assaulted Nick’s nose, he then fished around inside his pants until he had a hold of the young man’s cock.  Nick pulled his cock out of his pants, and without being told swallowed the young man’s cock, “Oh, fuck,” was all the young man could say as he felt Nick closing his lips around the base of his cock.  The young man held on to the ladder for dear life as Nick began to suck his cock to life for him, not that it took very much, and at some point, the young man put an encouraging hand on the back of Nick’s head and dictated the speed that he wanted to Nick to go.

Nick for his part, couldn’t believe that here he was sucking yet another man’s cock, and this was someone he didn’t even know, and while Nick was trying to work out how the young man even knew, he felt the young man’s cock shoot its load of cum into his mouth.  Nick swallowed the load of cum in his mouth and then waited for the young man’s next instruction, and while he waited, Nick sucked the last of the young man’s cum out of his cock.  Finally, Nick felt the young man pulling his cock out of his mouth, “fuck, mate.  You have one magic mouth,” the young man said as he caught his breath, “you can put my cock back now, bitch.”  When Nick’d finished stuffing the young man’s cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly, the young man turned back to attaching the camera to the house.  The young man put up the sheet of tin, he’d brought with him, beside the camera so that they didn’t pick up any footage of their neighbours’ backyard, and when he’d finished all of that the young man came down off the ladder, and told Nick that he could put the ladder away now.

The young man followed Nick into the shed, and before Nick realised what was happening, the young man pushed a hand in the small of Nick’s back.  When Nick was leaning forwards far enough, the young man reached down and tried to pull the butt plug out of Nick’s arse, “fuck, buddy,” the young man said to Nick, “this is pretty tight,” but after the young man applied a bit more pressure, he was finally able to get the butt plug out of Nick’s arse.  He couldn’t believe it, the young man and his friends had always joked about guys who could take that large a butt plug up their arse, and what they’d do if they ever met anyone who could take that large a butt plug up their arses and here was one of those guys right in front of him.  Again, without being asked Nick took the butt plug off the young man and began licking it clean, “fuck, mate, you’re way more hardcore than anyone I know,” the young man said with a shake of his head as he fished his cock out of his pants again.

As he pushed his cock into Nick’s arse, he couldn’t believe just how fuckin’ tight Nick’s arse was, considering the size of the butt plug he’d just pulled out of there.  He held his cock buried balls deep inside this unbelievably studly guy.  Who knew, just by looking at him, that he’d be such a slut?  Fuck, the young man thought to himself that Nick was the type of guy the young man, and his friends would keep their eyes downcast as he walked past just in case the studly guy thought he was looking at him funny.  Yet here he was, this fuckin’ smokin’ hot Adonis, walking around buck naked with a huge butt plug up his arse, and now the young guy was actually fuckin’ him.  He couldn’t believe his luck.  Finally, he’d cum deep inside Nick’s bowels, and ever so reluctantly the young man pulled his cock out of Nick’s arse, but before he had a chance to stuff his cock and balls back into his pants.  Nick spun around and sucked the young man’s shrinking cock back into his mouth and began to lick and suck it all clean for him.

The rare combination of having, what the young man considered as an absolute stud, completely naked on his knees before him sucking and cleaning his cock for him.  His cock that had just come out of the aforementioned studs’ arse, and had to be covered, not only with the young man’s cum, but the studs own arse juices and shit as well, the young man couldn’t help but wonder if the world hadn’t just gone completely nuts.  The young man didn’t know what to do, while his cock was small in circumference, it certainly made up for it in length, and none of the young man’s previous sexual encounters had ever been able to swallow the whole thing.  Except, that is, until this stud, who’d taken his cock out and sucked it the first time, just ‘cause he was ordered too.  Then he still didn’t protest, when the young man pulled his butt plug out and even let the young man fuck him.  To now, sucking his cock again for the second time in all of fifteen minutes.  Not only was he able to swallow the young man’s cock and bury his nose in the young man’s pubic bush, but it felt as though the stud was trying to suck the root of the young man’s cock right out of his body, the young man didn’t know what to do.  That was until he felt his nuts beginning to stir, the young man hadn’t until that moment realised that his cock had grown to full mast again, and he could only wonder at how far down Nicks’ throat his cock was right at that very moment.  Nick must have felt the young man’s nuts stirring as well, although how he knew was beyond the young man at this point.  Because as he felt his nuts beginning to draw up, and he was getting ready to shoot his third load of cum into the most perfect man, the young man had ever been lucky enough to fuck, in his entire life.  Nick reached up and enclosed the young man’s ball bag, with his fingers, and applied pressure to the top of the young man’s nuts, thereby delaying the young man’s ejaculation.

Still, Nick sucked the young man’s cock while holding tightly to the young man’s balls.  The young man tried to push Nick off his cock; he didn’t care if he never cum again; all he wanted was for Nick to stop sucking his cock and let his nuts go free.  The young man wanted to cum so desperately that it was now beginning to hurt.  His legs began to buckle, and the young man could feel himself falling backwards, but still, Nick kept sucking his cock, and still, he wouldn’t let go of the young man’s nuts.  The young man couldn’t decide if this was worse than when he got his cock stuck in the vacuum cleaner hose when he was a teenager, he really thought he was going to lose his cock that time.  He thought the vacuum cleaner was going to rip his cock right off his body; if he hadn’t had the presence of mind to turn the vacuum cleaner off, the young man didn’t want to think about what could have happened.  It still felt like his cock was going to be sucked right off his body, but what a fuckin’ mouth the stud had.  It was so warm and moist; and the way Nick’s tongue and throat muscles massaged his cock was intense, it was the best mouth and throat the young man had ever fucked in his entire life.  But all he wanted to do, right now, was cum.  He couldn’t understand why this absolute stud of a man wouldn’t let him cum.

Then suddenly, the stud let go of the young man’s nuts, and the first thing the young man knew about it was when his nuts slammed into his lower abdomen.  They hit with such a punch; the young man thought he would puke them up, on the spot.  The second thing the young man knew about was that his cock absolutely exploded deep down the stud’s throat.  It felt like his cock had turned into a gun and was shooting hard wads of cum down Nick’s throat.  The ejaculation was so intense the young man literally saw stars, and just as the edges of his vision was going dark, the young man’s cock finally finished spewing cum down Nick’s throat.  The young man collapsed backwards, onto the grass outside the shed door, and there he lay, panting, trying to catch his breath as Nick sucked the last of the cum out of his cock, and when he’d finished, he put the young man’s cock and balls back inside his pants for him.  The young man knew that that was going to be the best blow job of his entire life.  That anyone who came after today would always be measured against this particular blow job, he’d just had.

Nick walked back into the house, not caring if the young man followed him or not, and went back to doing his books.  Eventually, the young man walked back through the house, on very shaky legs, and found Nick sitting at the kitchen table, “um, I’ll let Shane know that it’s all set up, ok?”

Nick didn’t answer him, so the young just mumbled his goodbyes, thanked Nick for the best blow job of his entire life, and left.  For his part, Nick just sat there as he continued to do his books and seethed as he waited for Shane and the others to get home.

As soon as Shane walked through the door, Nick jumped up out of his seat, knocking the chair over, and grabbing the cash he had left on the dining room table, Nick went and threw the money at Shane.  “Here’s the fuckin’ money I owe you from Saturday,” Nick said, as soon as the money hit Shane, “now all of this,” a very angry Nick continued as he waved his arm around in the air, “can finally be over, and I can go back to my normal life…”

Before Nick got to say anything else, Shane took half a step forwards and punched him in the guts, hard enough to force the air out of his lungs and doubled him over, just as Bill appeared in the doorway behind Shane.  “You dumb fuck,” Shane spat at him, “of course you were always going to pay back the money you owed me, that’s what happens with a fuckin’ loan.  But this,” Shane said as he waved his hand in the air, encompassing the whole house in general, “this is not over by a fuckin’ long shot, mate.  And where the fuck do you get off telling me what to do, you fuckin’ useless homophobic slut of a houseboi, when this is what the fuck you agreed to.  All this is doing,” Shane continued, “is proving to me, and to the others, just how much ‘education’ you really fuckin’ need, and I’m going to make sure you get ‘schooled’ in your new station in life, even if it kills you.  Now fuckin’ stand up straight and fuckin’ beg me for my forgiveness.”

Nick, tried as hard as he could to stand up as straight as he could while rubbing his sore stomach, “but, Shane…”  Was all Nick got to say before Shane gut-punched him again, and once again doubling Nick over, but this time he did end up on the floor, trying to cough his guts up.  “You fuckin’ useless house boi, what the fuck are we going to do with it?” Shane asked as he turned to Bill.  Bill just stood there, shrugged, and shook his head, “I think we’ve been very lenient with the boi, maybe that’s the problem, maybe we’ve been too lenient.”

“Hmm, I think you might be onto something there, Bill, any thoughts?”

Nick just lay on the floor looking up at his two former best friends, and wondering for the umpteenth time how the fuck he got himself into this mess, “I’m wondering what you thought about giving a bigger reminder that he is the boi of the house…”

“A bigger fuckin’ reminder,” Nick groaned at them from off the floor, “I’m kept fuckin’ naked all the time.  You guys fuck me whenever you want.  Fuck, you even give me out to other people whenever the fuck you feel like it…”  Nick never learns, or if he did, he’d never have left himself in such a vulnerable position when he disagreed with Shane, well not after the weekend he’s had anyway.  Shane took another half a step further into the house and stomped down hard on Nick’s exposed nuts, and while he ground the pointed toe of his shoe into Nicks nuts, with as much bodyweight as he could possibly manage, he said, “you fuckin’ useless waste of fuckin’ space.”  Shane almost had to shout to be heard over Nick’s cries of pain, “you can go down to your fuckin’ room, pick up your fuckin’ collar,” Shane said as he continued to grind the pointed toe of his shoe into Nick’s nuts.  “Lock it around your fuckin’ neck, and then come back and show me and Bill just how fuckin’ grateful you are for us taking the time to fuckin’ teach you.  Is that understood, you fuckin’ worthless piece of homophobic shit,” and truth be told Shane had a good head of steam going, as by now spittle was just shooting out of his mouth all over the place, and his face was flaming red.  Nick was crying, yelling and screaming from the pain in his nuts, as he tried to get out from under the toe of Shane’s shoe, till finally, Shane removed his shoe from Nick’s nuts, before he pulled his foot back and kicked Nick as hard as he could right on his perineum.  Which made Nick puke from the pain of it, all over the floor in the entranceway, but when he finished puking, Nick dragged himself down the hall, while Shane went and got himself a stiff drink before he went and got himself changed, while Bill just got himself changed.

Both Bill and Shane exited their rooms in time to see a very bruised and battered-looking Nick, walking back up the passage with both hands cradling his very sore nuts.  Both men noticed that Nick did in fact, have his collar secured around his neck, before Nick walked over to Bill and, on his knees, Nick fished Bill’s cock out of his pants.  Then, with a barely audible ‘thank you, for schooling me’ from Nick, he swallowed Bill’s cock down to the root and buried his nose in Bill’s pubic bush.  Nick pulled back enough to take another breath before he swallowed Bill’s cock once again, while Bill’s cock began to grow and swell, as it snaked down Nick’s well-used throat.  Nick pulled off Bill’s cock altogether, just long enough for him to wet one of his fingers with his spit, and as he swallowed Bill’s cock again, he pulled the back of Bill’s pants down.  Separating Bill’s arse cheeks, Nick ran his fingers in tiny circles just around the outside lips of Bill’s anus, the sensations of which was threatening to make Bill go weak at the knees.  Consequently, Bill had to hold onto Nick’s head, more to keep himself upright than to try and control Nick’s pace in any way.

With so much stimulation, it didn’t take Bill too long before he was shooting his load of cum down Nick’s throat, while he doubled over Nick with the intensity of his ejaculation.  Nick cleaned Bill’s cock for him before he put it back in Bill’s pants and did them up, then Nick went in search of Shane.  “Did you clean up your mess in the hallway?” Shane asked Nick.

Without saying anything, Nick reached for the roll of kitchen paper towel, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing, you homophobic piece of shit?” Shane growled at Nick.

Um, I’m cleaning up the…”

“Not with the paper towel you’re not, mate, go and fuckin’ lick it all up, ya dumb fuck,” Shane cut Nick’s reply off before it even left his lips, “you spewed it up.  You can fuckin’ lick it up; you fuckin’ useless cunt of a house boi. And I’d hurry it up if I was you.  You still have to show me some gratitude, just like you did Bill, and by god you’d better make me believe, you love doing it!”

So, hanging his head, Nick went and licked and sucked up all the stuff he’d just vomited a little while ago, all over the floor earlier.  When he’d eaten the most of it up, and couldn’t lick any more of it off the floor, Nick went to the laundry and got a damp cloth and cleaned the residue up off the floor.  When he had finally finished Nick went in search of Shane, Nick still had to cradle his nuts as they were still very tender and seemed to Nick to hurt a lot more if he allowed them to hang naturally and get pushed around by his thighs.

Nick found Shane in the kitchen fixing himself a drink, “um, excuse me,” Nick began, but Shane just continued to ignore him, “um, sir; I’d like to tell you and show you how sorry I am for my outburst earlier…”  But still, Shane ignored him, so not knowing what else to do, Nick fell to his knees and reached around and undid Shane’s belt and pants, Nick pulled them down, and when they were low enough, Nick pulled Shane’s arse cheeks apart so that Nick could get to his rosebud of a hole, and Nick began to lick Shane’s hole.  Nick had worked his tongue as far into Shane’s hole as he possibly could, and while his tongue was buried in Shane’s hole, Shane farted a thunderous sloppy fart, right in Nick’s face and mouth.  Nick pulled his tongue out of Shane’s hole, coughed, and spluttered, trying to get the foul stench out of his mouth while trying very hard not to puke again.  Before he got himself under control, Shane turned around and presented his cock to Nick, with a huge grin plastered all over his face.  Without saying anything, Nick sucked Shane’s cock into his mouth and began deep throating it for all he was worth until he was rewarded by Shane’s cock, giving up its load of cum.  When Nick considered it clean enough, he let it fall out of his mouth, but before he could put it back into Shane’s pants, Shane grabbed his genitals up himself and stuffed them back into his pants before he did his pants up.

“Let that be a lesson to you, you fuckin’ homophobic wanker, I’ve been dying to have that fart all day,” Shane said as he pushed Nick over backwards, “now, get the fuck up and cook our dinner.”  And with that, Shane pushed himself off the kitchen bench and left Nick in the kitchen to cook their dinner.  And so, Nick’s life fell into its abusive pattern, when Tom returned from work that night, Shane and Bill filled him in on what had happened that afternoon, what Shane didn’t know was that Bill had witnessed him farting in Nick’s face, and he took great delight in telling that part of the story to Tom.  Bill was even able to convey just how bad the fart really was when Bill’d got a whiff of it; it made him gag, he didn’t know how it was that Nick, getting the full force of the fart in his face, could have even stayed to service Shane.  But he did, and so the boys laughed about it while they ate, and had Nick serve them their evening meal. And now all the boys openly fondled Nick when and how they wanted to.  Ensuring that Nick’s cock remained erect for the entire meal, and Nick, for his part, seemed to have finally accepted that this was his lot in life.

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A week later, Nick received an invite to a Gym for his session with a Personal Trainer, where he would have his stats taken, and they would work up a programme for him to follow.  As Nick had never even applied to a Gym in his life, and as his job kept him very fit and toned, he really didn’t think he needed to join a Gym, so he decided to call them and see if, in fact, they hadn’t made a mistake in the number at least.  When he called, a very effeminate sounding man answered the phone, which made Nick cringe inside, and Nick had a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach.  The Receptionist confirmed that no mistake had been, and when Nick pressed, the Receptionist, as to who had made the booking on his behalf, the Receptionist became very coy, and all Nick managed to get out of him was that it was a gift for Nick.  Nick thought he knew who it was who was giving Nick the ‘gift’, so he made a time and date to attend for his session with the personal trainer.

So, fifteen minutes earlier than the appointed time, Nick found the gym and presented himself at the receptionists’ desk. As Nick feared, the Receptionist was more effeminate than he sounded over the phone.  He was presented with someone who was very clearly a male, but they were wearing makeup, a wig, and a dress, and all Nick could think off was that he looked like ‘mutton dressed up as lamb’.  ‘Fuckin’ poof,’ Nick thought to himself, while he smiled a very thin-lipped smile, ‘why don’t you grow a pair, and act like the man you were fuckin’ born to be?’ Nick thought to himself.  If it weren’t for the fact that he knew Shane had made this appointment for him, Nick would have walked out there and then, but instead he took the paperwork off the ‘receptionist’ and sat down to fill it all in.  Nick’s head shot up when he heard something snap, only to see the Receptionist staring right at him, with a hand-held fan in its hand fanning itself furiously, ‘oh, for fuck sake,’ Nick thought to himself as he turned his attention back to the paperwork.  Finally, Nick finished with the paperwork and handed it back to the Receptionist and went back and sat down.

He didn’t have to wait too long, but he must have dozed off as he was woken by someone coughing in front of him. When he looked up, Nick saw, what he considered to be a very butch, very normal looking hetero guy standing in front of him, dressed in what Nick considered to be the standard attire of all Personal Trainers.  Namely tracksuit pants, a tight t-shirt, and trainers.  Nick got to his feet and shook the proffered hand, and Nick followed the Personal Trainer into the Gym proper, sighing a sigh of relief.  As they walked past the Receptionist, the Receptionist and the Personal Trainer blew each other a small kiss, but Nick caught it and thought he was going to puke.  What is the world coming to, that he was surrounded by fuckin’ poofters and homos, and all because of that fuckin’ bet?  The personal trainer led Nick to a desk and some chairs and offered one of the chairs to Nick, while the personal trainer sat in the other chair and looked over the paperwork Nick had filled in.  When he’d finished reading all the paperwork, the personal trainer stood and told Nick that he was going to take his measurements, “strip,” was the one-word command that Nick was given.  He was just about to protest when he remembered who had probably organised the ‘gym membership’ in the first place, so Nick undid his overalls and stepped out of them, after having first removed his runners.  Nick started to flame red, as he now stood in front of the Personal Trainer in his onesie, but as he didn’t say anything, Nick became a bit more embolden and removed his onesie.  So, now he stood in front of the Personal Trainer completely naked, and Nick was sure he heard a ‘fuck me!’ from the Receptionist, but that couldn’t be about him, surely.

The Personal Trainer set to taking all of Nick’s measurements, the usual his chest, waist, upper arms, his thighs, and his body fat when all of that had been recorded on Nick’s chart.  The Personal Trainer put Nick through some exercises, both on and off the various bits of equipment.  Finally, he was finished, and the Personal Trainer told Nick he could get dressed, and as Nick was getting dressed the Personal Trainer handed Nick his workout routine, “I’ve factored in all the things that Shane requested, so if you follow this routine, we should start to see results soon.  Now, you’ll be here Monday morning, Wednesday lunchtime, and Friday pm.  Any questions?” the Personal Trainer asked Nick.  Nick was almost too afraid to ask what he was expected to wear, but the Personal Trainer was prepared for the question and handed Nick a brand-new wrestling singlet.  Which Nick was a bit surprised at, he was almost expecting that he’d have to work out in a G-string or something, so Nick gathered up his stuff and left the gym.

The following Monday, at six, am, Nick turned up for his first session at the gym, he was surprised to be greeted by the same Receptionist as last time, but his biggest surprise was that the gym was almost deserted.  The Receptionist asked Nick for his valuables to be locked away at the reception, Nick did ask about lockers. The Receptionist told him that there were no spare lockers, which surprised Nick, as the place was practically deserted.  Nick went into the changeroom, and as all the lockers were locked, Nick had no other choice but to leave his bag on the bench.  Nick broke the packaging that held the wrestling singlet, Nick held the outfit and thought they looked tiny, but then he reasoned they were made of compression material.  So, thinking ‘fuck it,’ to himself, he started to pull them on but really struggled to get them past his lower thighs.  Nick was going to complain but figured as this was something that Shane had organised, he’d cut his losses, and considered himself lucky that he didn’t have to workout naked. 

So, with a lot of effort, Nick managed to pull the bottom of the singlet up the rest of the way, but the only way to make them even a little bit comfortable.  He had to pull the hems of the legs of the shorts right up into his groin so that now it looked as though he was wearing a leotard.  Putting his arms through the armholes, Nick pulled the straps up onto his shoulders, and as he did, he could feel the back seam of the shorts get pulled deeper into the cleft of his arse cheeks.  ‘Just as well he didn’t have to wear the fuckin’ butt plug,’ Nick thought to himself, as he put his trainers back on, grabbed his towel, and headed out into the gym.

As he walked past the full-length mirror, Nick caught a look at himself, and he thought his outfit looked obscene.  Even though the material is supposed to be compression material, it did nothing to disguise the size of his cock and balls at all; in fact, it seemed to accentuate them.  The fact that the wrestler singlet legs have to be up in his groin and have any kind of movement with them on seemed to make his genitals stand out, and it was almost as if they were insisting that people look at his crotch.  As Nick turned around, he couldn’t even see the back seam of the shorts, not that it mattered too much as he could feel it running along the base of his cleft, and could feel it rubbing over his hole.  As for the ‘bib’ of the singlet, Nick considered himself lucky that they covered his abs, ‘cause there was no way it would cover anything higher.  Feeling like it would have been better just to go and workout naked, Nick left the changeroom and went and did his first workout session.

When he’d finished his very first workout session, Nick went back to the change room and stripped to have a shower, and as hard as he thought it was to get into the wrestling singlet, it seemed to Nick to be ten times harder to get out of them.  The only way he could figure out to get them off, was to bend over and grab the top of the shorts and peel them over his arse, thereby pulling them out of his arse crack as well.  Nick didn’t think he’d be so thankful to be naked in a place that could be crowded in his life.  He grabbed his toiletries and went and had a shower, Shane had given him explicit instructions not to have the shower curtain any more than a third covering the opening, and as the place was deserted, Nick didn’t care.

When he’d finished his shower, he went to get dressed, and that was when he’d discovered that the wrestling singlet was missing.  He checked his bag and the floor, but couldn’t find them anywhere.  On his way out of the gym, he steeled himself to ask the Receptionist for his valuables back, and he asked how he could report the theft of his gym outfit.  The Receptionist was very apologetic and explained that the owner onus applies to anything left unattended in the changes.  Nick bought another wrestlers’ singlet, which he just assumed would be way too small for him again, and left.

When Nick returned to the Gym on Wednesday for his lunchtime session, he was surprised as there were actually a few people working out, so he just assumed that he had struck some really quiet days and times.  After leaving his valuables with the Receptionist, and again being told there were no lockers available, Nick went and got changed and discovered that the wrestlers’ singlet was way too small once again.  But as he had nothing else, he manned up and went and did his workout; he did relax after a while as he noticed there were no females working out.  Once again, he had to bend over to peel the wrestlers’ singlet off, particularly trying to get them out of the cleft of his arse, and he almost sighed with relief when he’d gotten them off.

Once again, after Nick had finished his shower, he came out to find his wrestlers’ singlet missing, and as no one seemed to be paying him any mind, he couldn’t really accuse everyone in the changeroom of stealing his stuff.  So, he went and got his valuables from reception and bought a new pair of wrestlers’ singlet and left.

On Friday, when Nick arrived at the gym, the placed looked packed; he had to leave his valuables at reception once again.  Once again, he went into the changeroom and discovered that all the lockers were indeed locked.  But tonight, there were a lot more people in the changeroom; still, Nick wrestled with getting his very tight wrestlers’ singlet on, grabbed his towel and headed out into the gym to do his workout.  Tonight, Nick felt he almost had to fight his way through the crowd to get to use any of the equipment, and it seemed to Nick as though that was a workout of itself.  Finally, he finished and hit the showers, but it seemed as though there was a lot of foot traffic past the showers tonight, but decided that it was him being paranoid.  He finished up in the shower and got himself dress, and wasn’t surprised at all to learn that he’d lost yet another wrestlers’ singlet.  Went and collected his valuables from reception and bought another wrestler’s singlet.

What Nick didn’t know was that the Personal Trainer, Ben, was an old friend of Shanes’, and when they’d bumped into each other a few months ago, Ben lamented how bad his business was going, and how he‘d have to close down if something drastic didn’t happen soon.  After the bet, Shane called Ben with a proposition.  He’d have Nick workout at Ben’s Gym, in a wrestlers’ singlet, which Ben could then sell on-line at an auction, but only allow people with a gym membership could bid for.  Ben really didn’t like the idea, until Shane sent him a couple of screengrabs of footage of Nick naked in the backyard, and that was enough to sell Ben on the idea.  Shane’s only stipulation was that he gets ten per cent of gym memberships from the day of the first auction.  Ben didn’t have to think about it too hard, and the deal was struck, so Nick was the new ‘poster boy’ of the exclusively gay gym.