The Bet

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So, we’ve survived yet another lockdown, and come out the other side almost un scathed. I hope this can help those of you still in lockdown wile away the seemingly long lonely hours. Stay strong this too will pass, and hopefully we will emerge that much stronger.

Saturday

Nick decided that he hated the weekends more than anything throughout this whole fuckin’ ordeal. It’s been seven long weeks since he’d been dumb enough to make that fuckin’ bet, and he’s regretted it every day since. He just couldn’t believe that Shanes’ cock was bigger than his; every one that knew him commented on how fuckin’ big his cock was, even when the guys walked naked from their bedrooms to the bathroom and back. Everyone commented on how fuckin’ big Nick’s cock is; he even had trouble keeping girlfriends, and the one thing they commented on was how big his cock was and how he was too big for them. That bet should have been a sure thing; it was a sure thing. Maybe they measured wrong; maybe that was it. Maybe they were all in it from the start, maybe they’re all fuckin’ closet homos’, Nick thought, but then that didn’t sit right about Shane as he’s always bringing chicks back to the house. So, where the fuck did the bet go so wrong?

Nick worried that he’s never going to get his arse to close up on its own again; even if he was allowed Shane, the fucker, put in something called a ‘pig-hole’ fuck plug with a plug inside it that the boys can remove. Whenever the fuck they like, and fuck me any time they want, as often as they like, and there’s not a thing I can do about it. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m giving myself daily enemas, not my fuckin’ choice, I wouldn’t be able to hold the shit in because the ‘pig-hole’ keeps me wide open. It seems to be a bit more flexible than the solid butt plugs they were using, as it doesn’t seem to cause me too much discomfort when I sit down, but now I can’t even hold a fart in. No one wants to ride between jobs with me now, not after yesterday; I would have thought not having any shit up there, it wouldn’t smell so bad, but fuck yesterday, it smelt like I’d just shit myself. Not that any of these bastard’s care, Tom and Bill just seem to follow along with whatever that fuckin’ poofta sadist Shane wants to do to me.

Nic was broken out of his reverie when he heard someone inserting the key into the laundry door lock. Nick got to his feet and stood there as defiantly as he could, while he thought about his ensemble, with his arse held so far open with the ‘pig-hole’, that he couldn’t close it even if he wanted too. Then there was the wide leather collar padlocked in place around his neck; it was so wide that he had to keep his head held high, which he really hadn’t felt like doing these past seven fuckin’ weeks. To top off his ensemble, there was the thick heavy chain that the boys use to tether Nick in the laundry at night as if he wants to leave dressed like this. But, despite all of that, Nick still held on to some kind of dignity. Little though it may be.

“Well, lookee here, good to see you’re up and at ‘em, mate, now I don’t have to wake you up. Aren’t you a good little boi?” Tom said as if he was talking to a baby or a small toddler, soon as he pushed the door open enough to see Nick. “Now, I want to see how your hole is doing.” ‘Of course, you do, you fuckin’ homo,’ Nick thought to himself, but wisely he didn’t say anything to Tom; instead, he just turned around and bent over. Tom played around with the ‘pig-hole’, pulled the plug out of it, and gave it to Nick to lick clean, while Tom lined up his cock and pushed it balls deep inside the ‘pig-hole’. “Fuck, mate, that feels great! I told the guys this was the best thing that could ever happen to you, and that collar really gives us something to hold onto,” and so Tom went on as he continued to fuck Nick’s arse. Then when he’d finished, he put the plug back in and unlocked the chain from Nick’s collar, ensuring the collar remained locked around Nick’s neck.

“Our orders are on the bench in the kitchen,” Tom said as he slapped Nick’s arse as he walked past Tom. Nick gave a little jump and a yelp as he made his way to the kitchen, rubbing his sore arse cheek, muttering under his breath. He made everyone’s breakfasts as ordered and delivered it to their rooms, because since ‘the bet’ all the guys’, except for Nick, of course, decided that they all liked having breakfast in bed. They all especially liked having a naked houseboi deliver it to them all, and the three boys had developed their current Saturday/Sunday morning rituals. Shane loved to be woken up by Nick sucking his cock, and as Shane woke up, he rolled over to allow Nick better access to his cock. Then after he shot his first-morning load down Nick’s throat, Nick kept sucking and slurping on Shanes’ cock until he let his morning piss go, and Nick swallowed it all down as well. Then Nick opened the curtains and arranged the breakfast tray on Shane’s lap, and after he’d checked his breakfast tray, Shane gave Nick the all clear, then, and only then would Nick be allowed to leave the room and go and get Bill’s breakfast.

Like all the boys, Bill woke with a raging hard-on, and it was Nick’s responsibility to mount Bill’s cock and fuck himself on it, after first having removed the plug from the ‘pig-hole’, which was no easy task. Not that Bill was gay, or even bi; he just loved watching Nick bouncing up and down on his cock, while Nick’s cock and balls bounced around in the wind.

When he delivered Tom his breakfast, Tom was waiting for him. Tom beckoned him over so he could pull the plug out of the ‘pig-hole’, and much to Nick’s disgust, Tom lapped up some of the cum that was now allowed to drip out of Nick’s arse. Having had his fill of cum, for now, Tom reinserted the plug and allowed Nick to leave and get on with his day.

After he’d delivered the other three their breakfast, Nick could get his own breakfast. In the bathroom, one or more of the boys had urinated in Nick’s bowl overnight, and picking up the dog’s bowl of cold, stale, smelly piss, Nick broke his Weet-bix into the bowl. Then if he wanted toast as well, Nick would cook that while he was waiting for the Weet-bix to soak up some of the piss and soften. Then when his toast was ready, Nick cut that up and added it to the bowl as well; before he took it all the laundry and getting down on all fours, he stuck his face into the bowl and ate and drank his breakfast. Ensuring that he’d cleaned his face afterwards before rinsing his bowl in the troves, he then left the bowl to drain, ready for his lunch.

Nick made the mistake one Sunday of emptying the piss out of his bowl into the toilet and then leaving his empty bowl in the troves. After he had gotten everyone else’s breakfast, Nick made his own breakfast using an ordinary bowl, but he got sprung by Bill. Nick got such a hiding from his three former friends that his arse was a deep red and purple, in places, for almost a week, and he never made that mistake again. Nick didn’t realise it, but he was learning, albeit very slowly.

The weekends kept Nick very busy; not only was he his house-mates plaything, as he was through the week, but he also had to clean the house and do everyone’s laundry. For example, he had to take Shane’s shirts, trousers, jackets, and ties to the Drycleaners. Bill had found an old pair of shorts from somewhere, and the boys decided that they would be better for Nick to wear than his overalls all weekend. The shorts were almost four sizes too big for Nick, but luckily, they did have a draw-tie to tie them up with, which was the only thing they had going for them, as far as Nick was concerned. The other problem with the pair of shorts was all rips and tears in the material, which displayed more of Nick than they covered, which suited his tormentors very well. When Nick complained about them, Shane told him it was going out in the shorts over his onesies or just going out in his onesies on their own. Knowing he was on a losing streak, he wore the shorts over his onesies while he was out of the house on the weekend. Mind you, just by looking at Nick’s ensemble, anyone could clearly see that Nick was actually wearing a onesie. If the collar wasn’t enough of a dead give-away of his new station in life, then the fact that he was wearing a onesie would leave no one with any doubt.

This particular Saturday, Nick was sent shopping, just after lunch, he didn’t know it yet, but they had visitors coming, and Shane’d decided that they were going to have a lamb roast. So, Nick was sent shopping to get a leg of lamb big enough for six people and vegies. When he returned to the house, he stripped as soon as he walked in the front door, before he took the shopping to the kitchen and began to prepare everything. Nick hoped that, seeing as they were going to have company, he’d be allowed to get dressed, as he figured even being in his onesie wouldn’t be as embarrassing as walking around naked in front of other people. If he was being honest with himself, Nick quite liked being naked now, not that he’d tell the others that.

The meal was cooked, the other guys in the house got themselves ready, and Nick hoped and prayed that he was going to be able to cover up. It wasn’t until he heard the front doorbell go that Nick realised that he would probably be naked for the evening as well. “Go and answer the fuckin’ door, you useless fuckin’ homophobic cunt! What the fuck are you waiting for, a gilt-edged, fuckin’, invitation?” Shane spat at Nick. Nick just stood there and stared at him open-mouthed, still not learning his lesson, as Shane took a half a step forwards and gut-punched him, which again doubled Nick over, “now go answer the fuckin’ door, you fuckin’ pussy.” So, rubbing his sore gut, Nick went and answered the door, and who should it be but his Personal Trainer, Ben, from the Gym, with one of the other Personal Trainers from the Gym as well.

“Fuck me,” the other Personal Trainer said as he caught sight of a very naked Nick answering the door. Ben just looked at Nick and smirked as he pushed past. Just as Nick closed the door behind their guests, Shane walked out of the front room, and greeted Ben and his companion, and invited them into the front room. “Where’s Sylvia?” Shane asked?

“Oh, she wasn’t feeling well, so I bought Monty here instead. I hope you don’t mind?”

“Of course not,” Shane replied, “there’s plenty of food. Pity about Sylvia, though.”

“Fuck,” Monty exclaimed, “does he always go about like that?” with a quizzical expression on his face

“Course he does, the little homophobe.”

“Fuck, we would have a lot more memberships if he worked out like that,” Monty began, but Shane cut him off.

“He wears his wrestlers’ singlet every time he works out, or this little arrangement is finished. Is that understood?” Shane said with a bit of steel in his voice.

“Steady on there, mate, he wasn’t going to change the arrangement,” Ben said as he looked meaningfully over his shoulder at Monty as he told him to shut the fuck up.

“Hey,” Monty started as he held his two hands up in front of himself, “I only meant that…”

But Tom cut him off, “look, Ben and Shane have a deal going. How long do you think your prissy little Gym’d last if it weren’t for the deal, hmm? How many guys did you have knocking on the door trying to join up before this little arrangement was made, hmm?”

“yeah, I suppose,” Monty agreed, “it’s just that I thought if he…”

“No, you didn’t think,” Bill wadded into the conversation as he came into the room, “now, let’s forget about all of this, and enjoy the evening, shall we? Boi, I could do with a drink,” and he sat down while he waited for Nick to bring him a drink. Pretty soon, everyone was sitting down with a drink in their hands.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ben said, as he pulled out his wallet, “here’s the cheque of your share of the new membership fees,” he finished as he handed Shane a cheque. “Wait,” Nick said as he froze on the spot, “are you telling me you sold me like nothing more than a common slave?” Nick finished as he glared at Shane in righteous anger.

Shane just looked up at Nick and very quietly asked him if he wasn’t forgetting his place. Nick drew breath to say something more but seemingly thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. Shane leaned forwards in his seat and, pushing Nick’s cock out of the way with the back of his hand, Shane grabbed hold of Nick’s nuts and as he applied enough pressure to them to make Nicks’ eyes water, and Nick began to squirm on the spot. Shane said, “that’s better, boi, and before you lose yourself again and get ideas above your station, I will use you, and do with you, anything I damn well, please. Is that understood, boi?”

“Yes, but…” Nick started in a strained voice as Shane applied even more pressure to Nick’s nuts, pulling them further away from Nick’s abdomen.

“Are you arguing with me, boi?’

“No, but…”

“Well, it sounds to me like you’re trying to argue with me, boi. Do I have to remind you of who made ‘the bet’ in the first place? Or, do I have to remind you who set and agreed to the terms?”

“No, but…,” Nick whined as his eyes began to water from the pain emanating from his abused nuts as Shane applied even more pressure.

“Then why the fuck can I still hear you talking to me?” Shane glared up at Nick as he stood squirming on the spot. Nick was going to answer but seemingly thought better of it and wisely shut his mouth, and when Shane finally let Nick’s nuts go, Nick hobbled back to the kitchen, cradling his very sore nuts.

“What bet?” Monty asked the room in general.

“We’ve all been friends since prep,” Shane began, “and when we went to Uni, our parents decided that they would rent us this house between them, that way, we could be out of home, but they would still know we had a decent place to live. Then when we all graduated, we took over the lease and have lived here ever since. On the odd occasions when we happened to find ourselves home over the weekend, we’d play cards. Then about a month or so ago, we found ourselves home on the weekend, so as per usual, we were playing cards, and unusually we’d pulled an all-nighter. Normal we’d only bet fifty cents a hand, but as the night wore on, on this particular night, for some reason, the bets began to increase, and we have a standing rule that if you couldn’t put the money on the table, then you couldn’t bet. And, on this particular occasion, Nick had run out of ready cash, so he borrowed money from me, which isn’t unusual; we’ve all borrowed off each other from time to time. But, be it the early hour. Too much alcohol. I mean, who knew? Nick decided that he wanted to have one last bet to clear his debt. We all tried to talk him out of it, I mean, he runs a very successful gardening business, so I knew he was good for the money, but he stuck to his guns, and so the bet was made…”

“So, what was the bet?” Monty butted in, in his excitement as he got caught up in the story.

‘Nick bet that he had the largest cock…”

“Fuck, me,” Monty exclaimed.

“Yeah, well,” Shane rejoined, “but so sure was he that he had the largest cock of all of us, that he’d decided to up the ante, to double or nothing, and as a counter bet, I said that the loser had to be the winners’ slave. For, at that point, an unspecified amount of time, and Nick agreed. So, now there was nothing for it but to ‘put our money where our mouth was’ so to speak, and we both dropped our daks, and Tom and Bill got out a ruler. And, well, as the saying goes, the um, ‘bigger’ man won…”

“Fuck me,” Monty said with a bit more feeling as he eyed Shane with a bit more interest.

“Yeah, and look,” Shane hurried on, “originally it was only going to be for the weekend…”

“Did you tell him how you all fucked me?” Nick said as he walked through the door, with more venom in his voice than he had really intended, but it still grated on him that this story was being told to almost total strangers.

“No, fuck wit, I wasn’t going to tell them that, but now that you have, yes,” Shane said as he turned back to their visitors, “we all fucked him, and fuck he has one tight arse, doesn’t he boys?” Shane asked, and the other two nodded their heads enthusiastically, with goofy grins plastered all over their faces. “What we’ve always known about Nick is that he is a huge homophobe, and well, I decided that he needed to be taken down a peg or two. So, what was only going to last till the following Monday, when Nick had repaid the money, has been an ongoing lesson for our little homophobe for the past six weeks or so. Hasn’t it, Nick?” Shane asked Nick with a grin plastered all over his face. Nick just nodded in agreement while he looked at the floor, as his face flamed beet red.

‘Um, so are you all gay?” Monty asked.

“No, mate, we’re not, and you don’t have to be gay just to fuck someone. It just sort of happened. As I said, it was very early in the morning, and we’d been playing cards all night, and well, one thing led to another. And the next thing I knew, I was fuckin’ him. It wasn’t something me or the rest of the guys had planned to do,” Shane rushed on to say to Monty, “it was what it was.

So,” Shane said, changing tack, “let me show you around the place while we’re waiting for dinner to be ready,” with that, Shane turned on his heel and led Ben and Monty out of the front room and down the hall. Shane pointed out their three bedrooms and showed Ben and Monty his new office, and Shane explained that it was a new addition to the house, and because he has a lot more responsibilities at work, it kinda made sense to have an office at home as well. So, that way, he could get work done at home and not have to spend so much time in the office. When they got to the laundry, Shane explained that that was where Nick slept, and both Ben and Monty could clearly see the chain attached to the wall and what passed for Nick’s bedding on the floor. Monty snickered to himself. Then they all went out the back, and Shane showed them around the backyard. Monty asked what the camera was for, so Shane explained that it was so that they could monitor Nick when he went to the toilet on their phones.

When they got to the back shed, Shane told Ben that he was thinking about setting up a ‘home gym’ in it, and he wondered if he might consult with Ben on just how to set it up. Ben stated that he’d only be too happy to consult on it with Shane, but he did comment on how dilapidated the shed actually looked and wondered if they wouldn’t just be better to pull it down and join his Gym. All the boys laughed, and it was at that moment that Nick appeared at the back door and called them all in for dinner.

The boys all sat around the dining room table while Nick served them their meals, Monty’s eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw the three housemates openly playing with Nick’s cock, balls, and arse, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands-on Nick. Monty couldn’t contain his surprise when he encountered the ‘pig-hole’ in Nick’s arse, and Tom gleefully explained to their two guests how they wanted Nick’s arse to be able to gape open at all times. Hence the ‘pig-hole’, and when Monty asked about making Nick’s arse tight to fuck him, Shane explained that they have a ‘game’ that they played, which helps Nick strengthen his anus muscles so that he is still tight when they fuck him. And so, the meal continued with Ben and Monty looking forward to the ‘game’, while everyone continued to fondle Nick to their heart’s content. And, as usual, Nick walked around with a raging hard-on the entire meal, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which, without being told to, now, Nick kept catching it with his hand and then licking it off.

When they’d all finished their meal, and Nick had cleaned up sufficiently, Shane sent Nick to get the ‘game’, and when he returned, Shane pulled out a dining room chair and told Nick to bend over the dining room table and spread his legs. Giving Ben and Monty a perfect view of the ‘pig-hole’ in situ in Nick’s anus, “fuck!” Monty exclaimed, “I’ve never seen anyone with that big a ‘pig-hole’ shoved up their arse before. And I thought I knew some pretty hard-core guys, but fuck me,” Monty said as he whistled in appreciation.

Shane pulled the ‘pig-hole’ out of Nick’s arse, and everyone marvelled at just how much Nick’s arse gaped open; the three housemates were justifiably proud of what they’d been able to achieve. “His arse lips look like they’re bee-stung, nice and full and pouty. I’ve never seen anyone’s arse lips look like that, and fuck me, but it’s a great look,” Monty said admiringly.

‘You fuckin’ poofta,’ Nick thought as he despaired that his anus’d ever completely close on its own ever again, but he figured rightly that that was what the boys wanted to achieve anyway. Naturally, Nick was given the ‘pig-hole’ to lick clean. While he was doing that, Shane was holding up the metal butt plug for Ben and Monty to see, “as you can see, there is a ‘D’ ring inserted into the base of this butt plug, that’s so,” Shane continued with his demonstration as he held up the shade sail hook, “we can hang the hook from the butt plug, like so.” Shane said as he demonstrated by inserting the metal butt plug up Nick’s upturned arse, and then he inserted the hook into the ‘D’ ring. Now, as you can see, there are three nuts welded to the bottom of the hook; the game came with only one nut welded on the bottom in the beginning. But, because Nicks’ anus lips are so strong now that he can hold a full hook of washers without it pulling the butt plug out, so we’ve had to add more nuts at the base to increase the weight. The stronger his arse lips are, the more nuts we have to get welded on.

“Now, the fun begins,” Shane stated after telling Nick to stand up; he handed out the washers to everyone. “Now, the slot that is cut into the washers fit around the shaft of the hook, and then you let it fall onto the nuts at the bottom, like so,” Shane said as he demonstrated. And so, the game began.

Everyone cheered when Tom’s washer was the one to pull the butt plug out of Nick’s arse, “so what do you win?” Monty asked.

“Let me demonstrate,” Tom said as he picked the butt plug up off the floor and gave it to Nick to clean, and while Nick was licking and slurping on the butt plug, Tom got Nick to bend back over the dining room table. Tom then dropped his daks and rammed his cock into Nick’s arse.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Monty almost screamed at the top of his lungs, while Shane and Bill just laughed at him. Both Ben and Monty watched in disbelief as Tom clearly shot his load of cum deep inside Nick’s bowels before he pulled his cock out, taking the cleaned butt plug off Nick and reinserting it. Tom went around and presented his cock for Nick to lick and suck clean, and when he’d finally finished, Shane asked Ben and Monty if they were up for another game? Both boys answered ‘fuckin’ A’, and so they played another game, and another until Monty finally won a round, and he was so eager to fuck Nick’s arse that he was having trouble getting his pants undone enough for him to free his cock.

“I’ve fuckin’ waited for this all night,” Monty said as he roughly shoved Nick over the dining room table, and without so much as a please may I, he buried his mammoth cock balls deep in Nicks arse. After scooping the butt-plug up off the floor and giving it to Nick to clean. Monty slapped Nick’s arse so hard that if he hadn’t had Monty’s cock shoved up his arse, pinning him to the spot against the side of the table, Nick would have slid across the table and almost off the other side with the force of the slap. “Clamp down on me, you fuckin’ pussy,” Monty growled almost in Nick’s ear as Monty leaned over Nick’s back. So, Nick did clamp down on Monty’s huge cock, “holy fuck,” Monty exclaimed as he felt Nick closing his sphincter around his cock. “Fuck, mate, this is one tight hole,” Monty grunted as he tried to pull his cock out of Nick’s arse, “I can’t move; he’s exerting so much pressure on my cock I’m too scared I’m going to rip it right off.” With that, Monty reached up and hit Nick up the side of the head, “let my fuckin’ cock go, you fuckin’ horny little shit,” and with that, Nick eased up on the pressure he was exerting on Monty’s cock and allowed him to fuck his arse. When Monty finally finished, with a huge bellow of a roar, he pulled his cock out of Nick’s arse and checked it for any damage before he walked around and had Nick clean it up for him so he could stuff it back in his pants.

“Holy, fuck,” said a very sweaty Monty as he came back and joined the boys for another round, “if I hadn’t tried it myself, just looking at the way his arse gapes open like that, I’d have said that that was going to be a very sloppy arse. But fuck me if that’s not the tightest arse I’ve ever had,” Monty said with feeling, “I’d swear blind the cunts virgin tight, but with those pouty bee-stung anal lips, it looks like his arse has seen a lot of traffic, but fuck that’s one tight fuck. Come on, boys, set ‘em up, ‘cause I want another crack at his fuckin’ arse, and so the butt plug was reinserted, and Nick was stood up, and they played another round. And so, they kept playing, and the night wore on, until they came to the last round, as Ben had to get home to Sylvia, until by now Ben was the only person there who hadn’t won a game and got to fuck Nick’s arse. As luck would have it, Ben won the final round, but he declined his shot at fuckin’ Nick’s arse, and Nick was just thinking that Ben may not have been too bad after all when Ben offered his turn to Monty.

Monty high fived Ben as he said, “fuckin’ yeah! I was hoping for another chance to tap that arse,” he continued as he pushed Nick over the table roughly and hunkered down behind him. Monty spread Nick’s arse cheeks and began to lap at the cum that was trickling out of Nick’s arse, and Nick couldn’t suppress the shudder of revulsion that ran down his spine, and while Monty totally missed it, Shane did not. When Monty had had his fill of warm cum mixed with Nick’s arse juices, he leaned back on his haunches, and using one finger; he began to finger fuck, Nick. When he worked another finger into Nick’s arse, the boys began to egg Monty on and called out encouragement to him. The fourth finger quickly followed the third finger, and Monty continued to work his four fingers in and out of Nick’s arse. Until the gathered crowd watched, and Nick saw stars, as Monty forced his knuckles through Nick’s sphincter, and as his knuckles breached Nick’s sphincter, Monty curled his fingers into a fist as he shoved the rest of his hand into Nick’s arse all the way up to his wrist. It was just after he felt Nick’s sphincter close on his wrist that Monty paused.

On the other hand, Nick felt as though his sphincter had been ripped wide open, he was sure he had to be bleeding, and just as his emotions of being used so debased-ly, and he was about to cry. Monty pushed his fist into Nick’s arse, and he rubbed it over Nick’s prostate, and not only did Nick’s cock thicken up some more, but it gave a jump all on its own, much to the ‘crowds’ delight. Nick gave a low throaty moan as Monty rubbed his fist over Nick’s prostrate again, which made Nick’s cock jump again all on its own. Monty gave Nick’s prostrate one more rub and again was rewarded with another very low moan from Nick, as his cock gave another lurch, and all the boys watching in rapt attention gave a cheer. Monty applied more pressure to his fist, and more of his lower arm disappeared inside Nick’s arse, and as he pulled his fist back, Monty made sure that it rubbed Nick’s prostrate again, and again Nick moaned involuntarily as his cock lurched again all on its own. Everyone was mesmerised as Monty forced his fist deeper into Nick’s arse; now, his forearm made continuous contact with Nick’s prostrate. As he moved his arm in and out of Nick’s arse, Nick’s cock jumped wildly as if it was possessed, until, without anyone touching it at all, Nick’s cock exploded and shot its load of cum all over the dining room floor. The boys who were watching all cheered as they watched Nick’s cock erupt; meanwhile, Monty continued to force his fist deep into Nick’s arse. Until his lower arm was in halfway, it was at that point that Monty decided that Nick had had enough, and he really wanted to fuck Nick’s arse now.

So, slowly Monty pulled his arm out of Nick’s arse, and as he ran his arm over Nick’s prostrate, Nick’s cock sprang to attention again and began to leak pre-cum almost instantly, and Monty pulled his fist out of Nick’s abused arse, with what most of the boys’ watching would have sworn was a wet squelching sound. “Someone get me a towel or something to clean my arm up with,” Monty said as he stood up behind Nick as he used his other hand to pull his pants and jocks down as he lined his cock up with Nick’s gaping anus and shoved it balls deep into Nick’s battered arse. As he cleaned his arm up, Monty leaned over the top of Nick and growled at him to make his arse tight now, and while Nick complied as best that he could, he couldn’t get his arse to close up as tight as he did the first time Monty fucked him. “That’s better, pussy,” Monty said as he stood himself up and fucked Nick’s arse with long slow strokes, and as he slowly pushed back in, Monty angled his cock so that he made sure he butted into Nick’s prostate each time. So, that each time Monty pushed his cock into Nick’s battered arse, Nick’s cock gave a jump, Monty kept up slow fucking Nick’s arse, until once again, all on its own, Nick’s cock exploded and shot another load of cum all over the dining room floor. At the same moment, Monty shot his load of cum deep inside Nick’s arse, much to the delight of Monty’s audience. Monty pulled his cock out of Nick’s arse, and as someone pushed the ‘pig-hole’ back into Nick’s battered arse, Monty went around and presented his cock to Nick’s mouth for Nick to lick and suck clean for him.

“Fuck, that is one great fuck,” Monty said as he caught his breath and pulled his jocks and pants up. Everyone stood around and nodded in agreement.

“Come on,” Ben said as he stood up, “I’ve got to get home,” he finished as he gathered his stuff together, and he and Monty bade their goodnights and said what a great time they’d had and left.

The boys decided that they were tired as well and decided to turn in. Shane told Nick to make sure that he’s cleaned the kitchen before he goes out to give himself an enema and make sure he’s nice and clean. Shane told him that he’d leave the padlock unlocked for him, and with that, the three friends went about their evening ablutions and went to bed. Meanwhile, Nick set to cleaning the mess in the kitchen, and when he was finished, he went out to the backyard and pulling the plug out of the ‘pig-hole’, which he absentmindedly licked clean. Nick turned the hose on, gave himself a good enema, and washed himself out a couple of times until the fluid ran clear in the back toilet. Nick then reinserted the plug and went back inside and closed and locked the backdoor.

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Sunday dawned hot and clear, and once again, Nick was found standing waiting to be released from his chain so that he could get on with his day. As usual, Tom was the one to unlock the laundry door and release Nick from his chain, but today it was a bit different, “bend over boi,” Tom growled. When Nick complied, Tom pulled the ‘pig-hole’ out of Nick’s arse and started to work a couple of fingers up his arse, and Nick moaned involuntarily as Tom rubbed his fingers over Nicks’ prostrate. Tom worked two more fingers into Nick’s arse, and as he got them into his third knuckle, he added his thumb and adding his thumb; Tom formed a fist inside Nick’s arse as he pushed his whole hand into Nick’s arse. He looked down and could see a small puddle of pre-cum pooling on the floor under Nick’s cock, and Nick moaned once again as Tom pushed his fist over and back on Nick’s prostrate.

Tom felt Nick’s sphincter close around his wrist and thought it was the sickest thing he’s ever done; Tom couldn’t describe what it felt like to have his fist inside Nick’s anus.

Placing his free hand on Nick’s lower back, Tom pulled back on his fist and watched in fascination as Nick’s sphincter stretched away from Nick’s arse until Nick’s sphincter couldn’t stretch any further, and Tom’s fist slowly emerged from Nick’s arse.

“Fuck me,” was all Tom could think to say as he pulled his hand free from Nick’s arse, then turning on his heel, he left the laundry, leaving Nick to get on with his day. For his part, Nick had a very sore arse, but he knew better than to get caught out and about without his ‘pig-hole’ inserted. So, Nick reinserted his ‘pig-hole’ and went to get the boys their breakfasts and help them get their days started.

Sometime mid-morning, Shane told Nick he wanted to see him in the backyard; Shane walked over to the back shed and asked Nick if he’d be able to drop the floor about fifty centimetres. Nick stated that he could do that and put in a steel-reinforced concrete floor like Shane wanted. Shane asked if he could build a shell inside the existing structure, as he doubted that the walls would be able to cope with the weights he planned to use hanging on them. Nick stated that he could do that, but when he asked Shane what the owner would think about it if they messed around with the shed without permission, Shane told him not to worry.

Shane told Nick to apply for all the appropriate building permits and work up a quote; as he was walking away, Shane called back over his shoulder that he wanted the structure to be sound-proof and lockable. With that, Shane disappeared into the house and left Nick to take the measurements he needed and make up a quote. But all the while, he wondered if he’d be allowed to wear his clothes or if he was going to have to work naked in front of his employees. But not letting himself dwell that too much, he set to working out the quote. When Nick asked about payment for services provided, Shane stated that he and the other boys would pay the full amount, and yes, reassured Nick he could work dressed in front of his employees.

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It took a couple of weeks to obtain the building permits, but soon everything was ready to begin working on the home gym. Nick gave his employees his address and waited for his crew to turn up on Monday.

Monday dawned hot and clear, summer was going out with a bang this year, Nick waited for his crew to turn up, and when they did, he led them into the backyard, and Nick couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing the wrong thing by being in the backyard dressed. But he did his best to push those thoughts aside as he showed his crew the plans that he’d drawn up. They set to dismantling the back shed very carefully and put all the timber to one side, as they set to lowering the floor, and over the course of the next couple of weeks, they lowered the floor and poured the new steel-reinforced concrete and built the new structure up from there. The new structure was longer and wide than the original shed, so they had to source extra timber to cover the outside of the new structure.

The room was sound-proof, as per Shane’s instructions, as well as having a lot of anchor points all across the ceiling, the walls and floor. Nick’s crew questioned the wisdom of having all the anchor points, but all he could say was that the customer knew best; they all knew that it was supposed to be a home gym, and none of them could work out why all the anchor points were needed. They didn’t really care as long as they got paid, and when they’d finished, Nick billed Shane, who wrote him a check on the spot, and that was the end of it, as far as Nick was concerned. He moved his crew onto their next big job.