The Bet

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Thanks everyone for being so patient with me for this chapter, I’ve had a bit going on, and there were a few plot twists in this chapter that I didn’t even see coming, so thanks again for bearing with me. For those of you who have gone back into a quassi lockdown, I hope this can while away some hours for you, I know it did me.

Bastian

Oliver

Nick’s plans were moving at a pace he was more than happy with. He’d bled off enough money to put a deposit on a house, all he had to do now was wait for thirty days, and he could move in and move out of this fuckin’ hell hole he’s found himself in. So Nick vowed and declared that he would never share his house with another ‘mate’ or anyone else for that matter for as long as he lived. But until the thirty days are up….

Nick arrived home and stripped as soon as he walked through the door, and scooping his collar up from off the floor, he locked it in place around his neck. Nick was just getting back from the Gym; he didn’t know what he hated more. The fact that he had to be naked all the time at home so that his former best friends could grab any part of him they wanted, anytime they wanted. Or the fact that he had to wear the wrestler’s singlet that was at least four sizes too small so that the back seam was pulled so far up his arse crack that he could feel it rubbing against his hole. Or the fact that the front of the singlet barely covered his abs, as the straps cut cruelly into his shoulders, or that the crotch was pulled up so tight, Nick surmised that everyone could see his pubes, if he had any, that is. Or that he had to leave the singlet behind after his workout so that they could auction it off on their website. Nick vowed that he’d never miss any of this; he couldn’t wait until he was his own man again and could make all the discissions about himself and his life. As far as Nick was concerned, the rest of the world could go and fuck itself.

Nick reached around and adjusted his new butt plug; he was sure that Shane had just bought the biggest butt plugs he could find on the net to make Nick’s life as uncomfortable as he could. This current butt plug looked like the towbar ball of his truck but about four times the size. Nick could remember the day Shane introduced this new butt plug to him, Tom, and Bill; both Bill and Tom voiced their concerns about whether or not the thing’d even fit up Nick’s arse. Then the three of them broke up in laughter like they even cared, and they couldn’t wait to take Nick out to the back shed that they’d turned into their personal playroom. The boys lowered the bench down from the roof and greased up the new butt plug; then, they told Nick to sit on it. Nick thought that this would be the one thing that he would finally have to call enough on, but he wasn’t given a chance; Tom and Bill grabbed him under the armpits and Shane his legs. Shane sat on the bench, so Nick’s legs were above his pelvis, and Tom and Bill sat Nick on top of the butt plug, making sure that the butt plug was right under Nicks’ anus. And there Nick sat as he could slowly feel his arse lips separating and opening to accommodate this new intrusion. Tom and Bill went and sat on the floor so that they could watch Nick’s arse lips open up and accept this new intrusion, just like when Shane forced his whole hand into Nick’s arse the first time.

Nick was sweating profusely as he felt his arse lips being stretched to accommodate this new intrusion until Nick thought he’d come to a halt. Nick couldn’t remember the last time his arse was stretched this much, and Tom and Bill confirmed Nick’s suspicions that he had, in fact, come to a halt. “So,” Shane said, “give him a hand. Push on his shoulders.”

Nick couldn’t see Bill and Tom, but he could almost see their wicked smiles in his mind’s eye as he saw them stand up and begin to push on his shoulders. Nick screamed with the pain in his arse; Nick was sure he was being ripped in two. Shane told one of the other guys to get a penis gag and shut Nick up, which Bill did, and when the penis plug had been forced into his mouth and secured behind his head. Both Bill and Tom went back to applying pressure to Nick’s shoulders as they forced the ball butt plug into Nick’s abused arse.

“I don’t think he’s ever going to be able to close his fuckin’ arse after this,” Bill said with a smirk on his face.

“Who gives a fuck,” Tom replied, “as long as he’s tight enough to fuck, who gives a shit?”

“Oh, he’s going to be able to close his arse alright,” Shane added, “I’ll see to that.”

And with that, Nick’s former three friends all burst out laughing, once again, and just then, Nick’s arse lips gave up altogether and allowed the intrusion of the new ball butt plug. The pain was so intense that Nick passed out and came to with Shane smacking him around the head and face.

Nick stood up on very shaky legs and wobbled his way out of the playroom and up into the house. Nick went into the kitchen and began the evening meal, all the while trying valiantly not to puke from the pain in his arse and guts. Even as he thought back on that night, Nick has no idea how he even managed to cook the evening meal, let alone serve it to the other three, and waited on them as well. All through the meal, Nick remembered, not only did the guys pull and prod at his cock, ensuring Nick maintained an erection the entire meal, but they all had him bend over from time to time, just to make sure the ball butt plug didn’t fall out. ‘Fuckin’ poofs’, Nick thought to himself as he thought back on that night; Nick didn’t know how he managed to get down on all fours to eat his own meal out of his dog bowl after the other three had pissed on it, of course. If the troves hadn’t been there to pull himself up on, Nick didn’t think he’d have even got up off the floor.

Oh, but then came the morning, and the guys tried to get the butt plug out of Nick’s arse. Once again, they had to put in the penis gag. Then they strapped Nick to the horse, and while Shane tried to pull the butt plug out, Tom and Bill had to lay on top of Nick to stop Shane from pulling the horse, and Nick, over on top of himself. Finally, they got the butt plug out, and once again, Nick passed out from the pain. Shane brought him around by slapping him around the head and face, and when Nick had finally come too, the three friends gathered around Nick’s arse and marvelled at just how much Nick’s arse gapped open this time. Bill kindly informed Nick that he could get his whole fist inside Nick’s arse without even touching Nick’s arse lips. Shane, because he’s such a fuckin’ prick, administered the ‘pinkie test’ and dutifully informed Nick that they would not release him until Shane felt Nick’s arse lips grab his little finger so hard that he couldn’t pull it out of Nick’s battered arse. It took Nick the better part of an hour, but eventually, he passed the ‘pinkie test’. And people would wonder why he hated his former three best friends; this butt plug alone could be the cause of Nick’s hatred. When you added it up with all the other humiliating shit they’d made Nick do up till now, Nick was sure his hatred was granted.

Nick went into the kitchen to see what he had to cook for their lordships evening meal, and to his horror, he saw that he had to bake a fuckin’ cake, but it was no ones’ birthday, Nick was sure of that. ‘Oh, well,’ Nick thought to himself as he began to make the cake, as well as getting everything else ready for the evening meal. ‘The fuck heads must have something to celebrate,’ Nick thought to himself, as he finished mixing the cake and put it in the oven and then set to preparing the veggies for the evening meal. Nick toiled away naked in the kitchen; when the cake had finished baking, he removed it from the oven and put the roast in to cook. So, by the time the other three housemates arrived home, the meal was cooked, and Nick was ready to dish up, but he waited to see what the other three housemates wanted to do.

The three friends sat down for their evening meal just as soon as they got changed, and Nick dished up their meals and served them at the table. During the meal, the three friends were up to their usual antics; they played with Nick’s cock and balls, ensuring that he maintained an erection the entire meal. They all commented on the copious amounts of pre-cum Nick’s cock was leaking. If Nick had to bend over for anything, the guys played with his arse and his new butt plug base, all the usual unwanted attention Nick hated. All Nick could think about was surviving for a month and then pissing off. Finally, the meal was over, and Nick served the guys the cake with their coffee; and went and stood in the corner and waited for any further instructions.

“Nick,” Shane began, “it’s been a year since we made our little bet….”

“A whole fuckin’ year,” Nick exploded from his place in the corner, “you’ve dragged this ‘teaching exercise’ as you all are so happy to call my abject humiliation. And now you have the fuckin’ nerve to tell me that it’s been dragged out for a fuckin’ year. You fuckin’ sick homos’,” Nick continued as his face turned bright red and spittle was shooting out of his mouth with the intensity of what he was saying. “And you want to call yourselves my fuckin’ friends,” Nick continued incredulously, “all you’ve wanted to do is fuck my arse, morning, noon, and fuckin’ night, or get me to suck your fuckin’ cocks, and you guys have the audacity to tell people that I like this? That I asked for this? I never asked for this; I never envisioned this when I made that fuckin’ bet a year ago. I expected to pick up after you, Shane, for a week or two, and then it’d be over. I never asked you to fuck my arse that day, nor the rest of you, and none of you fuckin’ poofter homo bastards ever questioned if you’d gone too far. Not one of you,” Nick said as he levelled his gaze at Bill.

But, before he could utter another word, Shane shot out of his chair so fast that his chair fell over backwards. Shane slapped Nick’s face so hard that Nick fell to the floor, and it was while he was on the floor that Shane glared down at him. With the toe of his shoe, he stood on and ground it into Nicks genitals before he drew breath, “you fuckin’ little homophobe!” Shane began, “tonight, we had decided to tell you that all of this was going to be over! That we all thought that you may have finally learnt your fuckin’ lesson, but it seems to me,” Shane roared as he looked down at Nick while he continued to crush Nick’s nuts under the toe of his shoe. “You haven’t learnt shit now, have you?” Shane continued, “I don’t care about the others, but right now, all I want to do is push you out the front door and tell you to fuck off, dressed just as you are.” Nick paled at that; if the past twelve months has taught Nick anything, it’s that Shane is truly a man of his word. “Now, you can stay our fuckin’ house boi for the rest of your god damn, fucked up life.” Shane turned to the other two sitting at the table, “if we want to bring girls over, we can lock this fuckin’ homo slut up in the back shed. I, for one, am tired of not entertaining here, so from now on, if you want to bring someone home, then do it. If you want to entertain, then do that too, and we will just lock the little homophobe up in the shed and maybe let him out when it’s all over to clean up.”

This was not how Nick saw tonight going; even after his little outburst, all he seemed to have done was really pissed Shane off. Which Nick really didn’t want to do, but he reminded himself only four more weeks.

The remaining four weeks went along as the previous twelve months had Nick naked all the time and being physically and emotionally abused. Until the day Nick was given his key to his new house, he gave his employees the day off and told them he was moving house; Oliver was the only one to offer any assistance. In fact, he’d insisted on it, and who was Nick to deny him the chance to help, seeing as how he was so eager. Nick explained that he’d bring all his stuff from the old place, and he was getting new stuff delivered. All the furniture was delivered on the day, and Nick directed the workmen where he wanted the furniture to go until all the furniture was in place in the end. There were a few things that Nick had to put together, and Nick was glad of Oliver’s help at those times until it was all done and Nick took Oliver home.

That night, Nick called Shane and told him that he wasn’t coming back, ever, so Shane told Nick that he was disappointed about that, and Nick thought to himself that, of course, he was disappointed as he was losing his live-in slave. So Shane took his name off Nick’s old bank account and wished him well.

* * * * * *

Nick had lived on his own at his new place for over a month, and Nick still had some bad habits he was trying to break, like stripping the moment he walked through the front door. Nick always pulled himself up when he was halfway down the passage before he remembered that he didn’t have to strip the minute he walked through the front door. But seeing as how no one else was around, Nick didn’t care too much as now it felt like it was his idea to strip the moment he walked through the front door, not a condition set down by Shane and the others. The wearing of the onesies was the easiest to break; Nick was glad to get back to wearing t-shirts and jocks under his overalls. It meant he would no longer be embarrassed if he had to piss; now he didn’t have to find a toilet somewhere; he could pull open his overalls and just fish his cock out of his jocks and go in the garden if he wanted to, just like the others.

The habit Nick desperately wanted to break was sleeping in the laundry, he’d bought himself a super king-sized bed, but the first night he tossed and turned until in the end, he took his doona and went and slept on the laundry floor. His house, just like his former friend’s house, had polished wooden floors throughout, and they’d just been done before he moved in, so the floor didn’t smell like the last place did. Time was what Nick figured he needed to get over the abuse he’d suffered, so he was a little kinder to himself.

About six weeks after he’d moved in, there was a knock on the door, and Nick went to answer it. As Nick was opening the door, he noticed his clothes in a pile on the floor, but by then, it was too late; Nick almost had the door wide open. Figuring he didn’t know who it was, as no one knew where he lived yet, he opened the door wider to see what his visitor wanted. Nick was very surprised to find Oliver standing on his doorstep. “Hey, Oliver, did you want,” Nick began, but he didn’t get to finish his sentence as Oliver punched him square in the face, which knocked Nick flat on his arse. “What the fuck….” Nick began when Oliver stepped through the open door and slapped Nick hard across the face.

“Don’t you ever talk to your betters, boi, unless they have asked you a question? Do you understand?”

Nick started to reply, but Oliver cut him off by kicking him in the balls, “you really are a dumb fuck of a fuckin’ poof, ain’tcha?” Oliver said as he walked over Nick’s writhing form as Nick cradled his genitals protectively, and entered the house, and started to look around.

Nick eventually managed to get himself up off the floor, and after closing the front door and cradling his abused nuts, Nick went in search of Oliver. Nick found Oliver in the lounge room sitting on the couch with his legs spread out in front of him; as soon as Oliver saw Nick in the doorway, he said, “get over here bitch,” as he pointed at the floor between his legs. So Nick walked over and stood between Oliver’s legs facing him.

“Fuck! You have to be the dumbest bitch around, don’t cha. Get on your fuckin’ knees, bitch. Take my cock out of my pants and wrap your lips around it,” Oliver said, “or do I have to show you who’s the boss around here again?”

Not sure why he was doing it, Nick sunk to his knees, opened Oliver’s pants and fished his cock out of his underwear, and after hesitating for only a minute, Nick inserted Oliver’s cock into his mouth and closed his lips around it.

“I can see that your last masters didn’t train you very well, so I’m going to have to start from the beginning. I was glad to see you answered the door naked, from now on, just like before; as soon as you step through the front door, you have to strip. I see you didn’t bring the collar they had on you with you, so we will have to get another one for you to wear, but this time it has to be lockable so that you can’t take it off. So that will continue, from now on, whenever I am in the house, and I don’t have you performing some other task, then you are to sit at my feet, take my cock out of my pants and sit with my cock in your mouth at all times. Is that understood?” Oliver asked Nick as he looked down into Nick’s eyes with a wicked smirk on his face.

Nick just looked back up at Oliver and nodded meekly as he knelt between Oliver’s legs with Oliver’s cock in his mouth. Nick swallowed the build-up of saliva in his mouth, tinged with Oliver’s pre-cum, and old piss, which Nick found very repellent, but figured he had no other choice. So Nick tried to stifle his gag reflex as much as he could; he really didn’t want to piss Oliver off any more than he already had. Otherwise, Nick didn’t move at all, as he sat there with Oliver’s cock in his mouth, wondering how he’d ever got into this mess again. “Fuck, bitch, your mouth feels so hot around my cock; now I can see why your old housemates loved using you so much. Do you still have your onesies?” Nick shook his head no as best he could under the circumstances, as he felt the pit of his stomach fall to the floor. “Hmmm,” mused Oliver, “well, we’re going to have to get you some more then, aren’t we?” All Nick wanted to do was cry.

“Ok, so are you still going to the gym?” Nick shook his head no, as much as he could, “well, that’s not good, now, is it? I think you can renew your membership; you look so hot in your wrestlers’ singlet; the way it pulls up into your arse crack is so hot. Speaking of which,” Oliver scooted forwards, forcing more of his cock into Nick’s mouth. Oliver leaned forwards and ran his hand down Nick’s spine until he encountered Nick’s arse. Oliver continued down until he could just reach Nick’s hole, “just as I thought, you little slut, your hole is so well used. I’m gunna love fuckin’ you. I hope they taught you how to grip a real man’s cock with your arse lips; otherwise, that’s gunna be a bitch to teach you now, but I’ll cope somehow.”

Nick blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall as he listened to all that Oliver had to say and what the implications were for him. “Now, bitch,” Oliver said as he sat back up again, “you did an excellent job at keeping my cock warm for me,” Oliver continued as he looked down into Nick’s upturned face.

Nick caught himself just in time as he almost smiled at Oliver’s compliment, ‘fuck, what is happening to me’ Nick wondered?

‘‘Now I want you to go and lean over the top of the table; I think it’s time to try your arse out, boi, don’t you?”

Nick almost bolted up from the floor before he managed to slow himself down as he thought about the implications to him of what Oliver had just proposed that they do. Nick had just let Oliver’s cock fall out of his mouth. He paused for a few seconds before he resigned himself to his fate and walked over to the table, bent over the edge of the table and spread his legs. “Good boi,” Oliver cooed as he walked up behind Nick with his cock still hanging out of his pants. “Fuck, mate, what a fuckin’ waste these are,” Oliver said as he hefted Nick’s nuts in their sack, “pity about this as well, isn’t mate?” Oliver said as he grabbed hold of Nick’s cock from behind, “what the fuck,” Oliver began as Nick’s cock began to grow and thicken under his ministrations, and Oliver let go of it, in disgust, “we’re really going to have to do something about that now aren’t we. It’s a pity your past masters didn’t teach you how to behave in front of a real man but don’t you worry,” Oliver said as he stood up and slapped Nick’s left arse cheek. “I’ll teach you how to be a good little bitch now, won’t I.”

Nick felt Oliver part his arse cheeks, while Nick’s cheeks flamed red from embarrassment and confusion about how he ended up like this again. “Fuck, you’re hairy ain’t cha mate,” Oliver said as he parted Nick’s arse cheeks, “but don’t you worry. I’ll take care of that for you. You want to look your best for your man, now, don’t you?” Oliver said like he was talking to a pet or something.

Nick didn’t say anything; what could he say to that, he wondered, when he jumped as Oliver hit his left arse cheek as hard as he could again. “When I ask you a question, you fuckin’ little bitch; I expect a fuckin’ answer. But, when someone who is better than you, in all ways, like me, takes the time to talk and instruct you, then you should have the manners to at least thank them for taking the time to talk to you! Now, what do you say?”

“Um,” Nick began as his head was reeling from all that had happened to him in the past half hour or so, “um, thank you, sir, for taking the time to teach me?” Nick said as he hung his head and cried quietly to himself.

“That’s better,” Oliver said as he lined the head of his cock up with Nick’s hole and pushed in balls deep while Nick stifled a scream of pain. “Now,” Oliver began, “I want you to show me how much you love getting fucked by a real man,” Oliver said as he reached down and felt Nick’s cock. “I want to feel your cock getting harder, just by the fact that a real man has decided to use your fuckin’ arse.”

Nick tried as hard as he could to get his cock hard for Oliver; Nick wasn’t sure if it was because Oliver’s cock was buried balls deep in his arse, or if it was the fact that Oliver was playing with it that was making him hard. But Nick could feel his cock growing and swell, and obviously so could Oliver, “there’s a good little bitch. I knew you couldn’t wait to feel my cock up your arse, you little homo slut. Now, I want you to cum the same time I do because you want to please your man, don’t you?” Oliver cooed in Nick’s ear as he began to slowly fuck Nick’s arse.

Meanwhile, Nick was trying to think of every sexy thing he’s ever enjoyed in his life so that he could not only maintain his erection but also try and make himself cum at the same time as Oliver. It did help that Oliver’s cock was hitting his prostate, but was it going to be enough Nick wondered, as he could feel Oliver getting faster. Nick’s other worry was that Oliver was only 16; what if he’s got a happy trigger and shoots pre-maturely? But these thoughts were counterproductive for Nick, as he could feel himself losing his erection. Thankfully, Oliver must have been getting close to his own orgasm, as Nick could feel Oliver slamming away at his prostrate. Which in turn made Nick’s cock harder, and he could feel himself getting ready to cum.

“Oh, fuck, bitch, your arse is so fuckin’ hot. Come on, milk daddies’ cock,” Oliver said as he slammed his cock into Nick’s arse, which, along with the sound of Oliver’s pelvis slapping Nick’s arse cheeks, pushed Oliver over the edge, and he shot his load of cum up Nick’s arse. Thankfully, Nick was pushed over the edge as well and shot his load of cum all over the floor. Nick and Oliver remained slumped over the table until Oliver peeled himself off Nick’s back and pulled his cock out of Nick’s arse. Oliver slapped Nick on the arse, “get over here and clean my cock up, bitch,” he said as he walked back to the lounge to sit down, with Nick following along behind him. When Oliver sat down, Nick instantly sucked Oliver’s cock into his mouth and started to lick and suck it clean for him, while Oliver sat with his legs stretched out in front of him.

When Nick thought he’d cleaned Oliver’s cock sufficiently, he sat back on his haunches and looked up at Oliver. Oliver leaned forwards and slapped Nick hard across the face, “you fuckin’ little slut!” he began, “it might be alright for you to display your pathetic excuse for a cock to the world. But do you want your man’s cock on display for all the world to see?”

Nick just looked up, feeling a little non-plussed about what he was supposed to do, but thankfully Oliver wasn’t finished. “How dare you, you little slut. If my cock isn’t being kept in your mouth, so you can love and look after it, then it needs to be tucked away, lovingly in my pants, or whatever I’m wearing at the time.”

The light bulb went on inside Nick’s head, and he scooted over and tucked Oliver’s cock back inside his pants, making sure that Oliver’s underwear correctly covered Oliver’s cock before Nick closed the zip of Oliver’s pants. “That’s better, you fuckin’ retarded little bitch,” Oliver fumed at Nick, “now go and clean up the mess you left under the table.”

Nick started to look around for something to clean the puddle of cum up with when understanding dawned on him, once again, and he crawled over and began to lap up the cooling puddle of cum. “Good, boi,” Oliver said as he walked over and patted Nick on the arse, as he left the room and went deeper into the house, leaving Nick to finish licking up his puddle of cooling cum.

When Oliver returned, Nick had just finished licking up the last of his cum off the floor. “Good, boi,” Oliver said as he stood in the doorway, “come,” was the one-word command he gave Nick as he turned on his heel and walked back down the passageway. Oliver watched as Oliver disappeared into the bathroom, and with a sinking feeling in his stomach, Nick followed him in. Nick could see he had good reason to dreed what was about to come. Arranged on the vanity unit were clippers, a razor, shaving crème, and a box that Nick had no idea what the contents were, but he was sure he wasn’t going to like it.

“I see,” Oliver began when Nick came into the bathroom, “that you have let yourself go since you left your other masters,” Oliver continued as he grabbed hold of Nick’s pubic bush and gave a hard tug. Oliver winced from the pain, “this will have to go,” Oliver continued as he picked up the hair clippers. Oliver let go of Nick’s pubic bush, and grabbing hold of his right arm, Oliver began to denude Nick’s arm of hair. Starting at the shoulder, Oliver dragged the clippers down and up Nick’s arm until Oliver was sure there wasn’t a hair left, including the back of Nick’s hand and armpit. When he was satisfied, Oliver grabbed hold of Nick’s left arm and again ran the clippers down and up the arm until there wasn’t a hair left. Next, Oliver ran the clippers over the tops of Nick’s shoulders and down Nick’s back until he came to the beginning of Nick’s arse cheeks. Oliver then turned Nick around and ran the clippers all over Nick’s chest and abs, ensuring that he got all the hair in Nick’s navel, as much as he could, and Nick’s treasure trail as well. He only stopped when he reached the start of Nick’s pubic bush.

Oliver left the bathroom and returned a short time later with a crate, which he upended and sat on, beckoned Nick to come closer, and knowing he had no choice; Nick moved closer. Then starting up the clippers again, Oliver clipped the fuzz off Nick’s arse and told Nick to bend over and spread his arse cheeks, which Nick did while Oliver clipped all the hair he could find in Nick’s arse cleft. When he was satisfied, he had Nick turn around, and Oliver started to clipper Nick’s pubic bush and moved down and clipped all the hair he could find at the base of Nick’s cock. Finally, Oliver picked Nick’s cock up, “what a fuckin’ waste of a good cock this is,” Oliver said as he looked up at Nick, “if you were half the man this cock says you could have been. None of us could have enslaved you the way we have. As it is,” Oliver left the statement unsaid, ‘I’m obviously not a real man’ Nick finished it off in his head, which is what Oliver was hoping for. Next, Oliver continued to clipper all the hair he could find on Nick’s nut sack before he turned Nick around and had him bend over so that he could clipper the hair he found on Nick’s perineum and inner thighs. Next, Oliver turned his attention to Nick’s legs and clipped all the hair he could find on Nick’s legs and feet until, by the time he was finished, the only discernible hair on Nick’s body was the hair on his head and his eyebrows.

Oliver put the clippers back on the vanity unit, grabbed a container of warm water, the shaving crème and razor, and sat back down on the upturned crate. Oliver told Nick to kneel, and then he began to shave Nick from the face down. When he’d finished shaving Nick’s face, he made his way methodically and very slowly down Nick’s body, ensuring there wasn’t a trace of hair left anywhere on Nick’s body, other than his head. While Oliver shaved Nick’s body, Nick lifted or moved whatever body part Oliver needed to be lifted or moved, while inside his head, Nick was thinking. ‘Maybe this really was his lot in life, let’s face it’, Nick continued to himself, ‘he really didn’t put up too much of a fight that first night with his former friends. Oh sure,’ Nick continued to himself, ‘he’d made the bet, but maybe he was secretly hoping to end up in this position. Nick reasoned to himself that ‘he’d been living in his new house for four weeks, and he’d never asked anyone out on a date or had them home. Oh sure,’ he thought; he was conscious of his hairless state that he arrived at his new home in and used that as the reason for not inviting anyone home or going out to meet people.

Nick was jolted out of his ruminations when he felt Oliver attaching something around the root of his cock and ball sack, and when he looked down, he could see a plastic ring encircling the root of his cock and ball sack. Nick wondered when Oliver had finished shaving him and had gotten Nick to stand in front of him. Nick watched as Oliver applied some lube to his hand and rub it all over Nick’s cock, and Nick just watched and wondered why Oliver was doing that. Then, Nick watched as Oliver picked up a short, clear plastic tube and fed Nick’s cock into it. “Now, boi,” Oliver said as he held out his hand, and sitting on the palm of his hand was a little padlock, “show me that you are nothing but a slutty boi, who is desperate to have a master. A slutty boi who is desperate to have a man around to teach it how to behave. A cock sucking queer who likes nothing better than to suck on a real man’s cock. I want you to take this padlock out of my hand and lock your chastity device in place because having a cock on a boi like you is a complete and utter waste.” And almost as if he was on autopilot, Nick could see himself as if he was currently outside his body. Nick watched himself pick up the padlock, thread it through the holes at the top of all the pieces of the chastity device, and locked the padlock in place.

Oliver looked up at Nick with a smug grin on his face, “that’s better,” Oliver said to Nick, “now no one has to look at that useless cock of yours. Only real men have need of a cock. It’s such a pity that you were cursed with such a big one though,” Oliver reached out and hefted Nick’s balls in his hand, “we’re going to have to do something about these as well, aren’t we?” Oliver said as he stood up and walked out of the bathroom, “oh, and clean up this mess,” he said over his shoulder to Nick and went and turned on the TV. Oliver sat and watched the show. Nick got the broom, the brush and the shovel and swept up all the hair on the floor in the bathroom; when he’d finished and put everything away, he went and found Oliver in the lounge room.

“Oh, good, you’re finished,” Oliver said, “now call my parents and invite me over for the weekend. We have a lot of work to do to get you in order, and the sooner we start, the better,” Oliver finished, all without turning away from the TV. Nick went and found his phone, made the call to Oliver’s mother, and invited Oliver over for the weekend for helping him move in. While Oliver went outside into the front yard and waited for the phone call from his mum, when his mother called him, Oliver explained that he was on his way to Nick’s house. So, Oliver explained that he would get Nick to take him home to get his stuff for the weekend. So, Oliver rang off, went back inside, and told Nick that he would take him home to get his stuff for the weekend. Nick went to put something on, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Oliver asked him incredulously.

“I can’t go out like this,” Nick exclaimed, holding his hands wide. “Why the fuck not?” Oliver retorted, “no one can see your cock now, can they?” Oliver asked Nick. “Besides, you’re allowed to drive naked if you wanted to, but you’re not naked, are you? As I said, no one can see that pathetic waste of a cock, now, can they?” Nick flamed red as he realised what Oliver was referring to. “Now, Oliver continued, “just get in the fuckin’ truck and drive me home.” With that, Oliver turned on his heel, walked over to Nick’s truck’s passenger door, and waited for Nick to let him. Realising he had no other choice and still flaming red, Nick locked the front door, got in his truck, and let Oliver in.

Nick waited in the truck in Oliver’s driveway, “aren’t you going to invite Nick in?” Oliver’s mother asked him as she met Oliver at the front door to give Nick a wave. “Mum,’ Oliver hissed, “he’s just finished at the Gym; he’s wearing nothing but a towel. Do you really want him coming into the house?” Oliver asked her. “Oh, my,” was all Oliver’s mother said as she gave Nick an uncertain wave. Oliver went and backed as much of his belongings he could get into a bag and raced back out to the truck, kissing his mother on the cheek at the front door. “Have a good weekend,” she called after Oliver.

“Oh, I intend to,” Oliver called over his shoulder while he flashed Nick with a wicked smile. Then, throwing his bag in the back seat, Oliver jumped back into the passenger’s seat, and Nick giving Oliver’s mother a wave and a smile, backed back out of the driveway and headed home. Oliver lazily laid his right hand over Nick’s left thigh while Nick tried to concentrate on driving, while he wondered what the hell Oliver was up to now, but knowing that there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, he just drove. Every truck they passed, Oliver honked the horn once and then played with Nick’s chastity device, making sure he picked up the padlock while some of the truck drivers looked on. Some looked away in disgust, while more than a few of them watched what Oliver was doing with Nick’s chastity device and lock. Some even ran their tongues around their lips suggestively, while Nick continued to concentrate on driving.

They arrived back at Nick’s house, and Oliver jumped out of the truck; his one-word command he issued over his shoulder was, “bag, boi”. Nick got Oliver’s bag out of the back of the truck and carried it to the front door. Nick unlocked the door, and letting Oliver go first, they entered the house, “put my bag in the master bedroom, boi. You’ll be sleeping in the laundry again, from now on,” Oliver finished as he went and sat down at Nick’s computer. Nick came and found Oliver; after putting Oliver’s bag on the bed in the master bedroom, Nick crawled under the desk. Removing Oliver’s cock from his pants, Nick sucked it into his mouth and sat between Oliver’s legs with Oliver’s cock in his mouth, looking up at Oliver. Oliver just ignored Nick as he continued his search on the computer, “ok, boi,” Oliver said to Nick without looking down at him, “I have made an appointment for us at the Gym for tomorrow so that you can start back there Monday. I can’t find where they bought you the onesies, but I’m sure you remember where you got them, so we will go there after the Gym and get you some more. But for now,” Oliver said, as he looked down at Nick, who let Oliver’s cock fall out of his mouth before zipping up his jeans, “we’re off to Abbotsford.

Once again, they got back in the truck, once again, Nick was only wearing his chastity device, and they drove to Abbotsford and parked outside the Eagle Leather. Not close enough for Nick’s liking, so he had to walk from the truck to the shop along the footpath on Hoddle Street in full view of everyone.

Oliver went up to the Sales Assistant and asked where the collars were, and after receiving directions, Oliver went and selected a lockable collar for Nick. “I think we’re going to keep you plugged as well, bend over,” knowing he didn’t have a choice, Nick bent over, and Oliver started to probe Nick’s arse. First, he worked his way up from one finger until he almost had his whole hand up Nick’s arse. Oliver pulled his fingers out of Oliver’s arse and presented them to Nick to suck, so Oliver stood in the middle of the shop sucking his arse juices and pits of shit off Oliver’s fingers for everyone in the shop to see. When he decided his fingers were clean enough, Oliver removed his fingers from Oliver’s mouth and went and made his selection from the butt plugs on display. They went and paid for Nick’s new things, and when Nick had finished paying, Oliver told him to bend over, and when Nick had complied, Oliver inserted the butt plug into Nick’s arse, dry. With the butt plug in situ, Oliver told Nick to stand up, and he locked the collar around Nick’s neck. They left the shop and headed home.

Nick remained in his collar and chastity device, and Oliver slapped Nick’s arse as hard as he could as he walked past him into the house. Oliver went into the lounge room and sat on the couch, and Nick followed after him and sunk to his knees in front of Oliver, undid the fly of Oliver’s jeans, pulled his soft cock out and sucked it into his mouth. Nick sat there looking up at Oliver while Oliver turned on the TV and channel surf for a while. “Alright, slut,” Oliver asked Nick when he got tired of channel surfing, “what are you cooking for tea?” Nick was caught a little off guard as he hadn’t given the evening meal a thought; he hadn’t given anything a thought really since Oliver had barged through his front door. Uninvited. Unannounced.

“Um,” Nick began with Oliver’s cock still in his mouth until Oliver reached down and hit him up the side of the head, knocking Nick off his haunches and effectively pulling Oliver’s cock out of Nick’s mouth.

“You really are a dumb, slut, ain’tcha boi? And here’s me wondering how the fuck a seemingly smart man like you ends up the house bitch, especially of that pack of arseholes. It seems that you’re not very bright, though; after all, are you boi?” Nick just looked up at Oliver from where he’d landed on the floor. “Now my cock is going to get cold, isn’t it ya dumb bitch and whose fault is that gunna be?” Oliver asked Nick as he scrambled back up on his haunches and put Oliver’s cock back in his pants for him. “That’s better,” Oliver said as he shook his head, “so now your mouth isn’t full of my cock; what were you going to say?”

Nick scrambled around inside his head, desperately trying to remember what Oliver had asked him because he was sure Oliver had asked him a question. Then, again, the lightbulb went on, “um, I was just going to order in pizza,” Nick said as he looked up at Oliver sitting on the couch.

“Sounds good to me,” Oliver said as he smiled at Nick and turned the TV on, leaving Nick to order the pizza. When he’d finished, Nick sat on the floor in front of Oliver; between his legs, he undid the fly of Oliver’s jeans and fished Oliver’s cock out of his jeans and sucked it into his mouth to keep it warm for Oliver. Nick didn’t know how long he sat there with Oliver’s cock in his mouth, nor what he was thinking about as he looked up at Oliver as Oliver ignored him entirely and continued to watch TV.

Nick was broken out of his revere by the sound of the doorbell; Nick jumped slightly at the sound. Nick allowed Oliver’s cock to fall out of his mouth before he tucked it back in Oliver’s jeans and did the fly up. Nick jumped up and grabbed his wallet that was on the dining room table, and went and answered the door. It wasn’t until he had the door open and the delivery guy’s eyes nearly fell out of his head, as he uttered a very appreciative, “fuck, me,” that Nick realised that he was only standing there in his collar and chastity device. The realisation made Nick flame-red instantly with embarrassment. “Holy, fuck,” the delivery guy said as he handed over the pizza and Nick, holding the pizzas in one hand, got the money out of his wallet and handed it over to the delivery guy. The guy took the money and the opportunity to do a ‘little explore’ of the naked hunk that answered the door while he had his hands full. The guy bent over and looked at Nick’s chastity device, and playing with the lock gave a low whistle of appreciation, “fuck, you’re really locked in there tight, ain’tcha mate?” he asked as he hefted Nick’s nut in his hand appreciatively.

Nick was just about to tell the delivery guy to fuck off when he heard Oliver behind him, “so what do you think of my new slave?”

The Delivery guy almost jumped out of his skin, “oh, I’m sorry,” the delivery guy stammered as he dropped Nick’s balls and began to turn on his heel to leave before Oliver stopped him in his tracks.

“Hang on a minute, mate! Don’t rush off on my account; he is a good-looking stud, though, isn’t he?” Oliver asked the delivery guy, who had turned around to face Oliver and Nick.

“Umm, I’m not gay,” the Delivery guy mumbled.

“Hey, never thought you were for a minute, mate,” Oliver retorted; what’s the point of having such a stud for a slave if you can’t show it off now and then. Besides, it has no qualms about answering the door naked, as you found out. Fuck, if I didn’t have it in constant chastity, it’d probably tried to fuck you or something….”

“Really,” the delivery guy broke in.

“You bet. That’s why it’s permanently collared so I can keep it locked up at night; otherwise, it’d probably be out whoring itself all night.”

“Fuck, me,” the delivery guy said appreciatively, “is that a problem with it?” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah, I’m surprised it didn’t ask you to fuck it.”

“Could I?” the Delivery guy asked, a bit shocked, “I’m mean, I’m not gay….”

“Neither am I,” Oliver stated, “but when I can’t get a chick, this is the next best thing,” he said as he slapped Nick’s arse cheek as hard as he could.

“Would you mind?” the Delivery guy asked hesitantly.

“Not at all,” Oliver replied, as he took the pizzas off Nick and told him to turn around and bend over, and knowing he had no choice, Nick turned around and bent over.

“Fuck, me,” the Delivery guy said as he watched Nick turn around and bend over, “um, but what about this?” the Delivery guy asked as he pulled the plug out of Nick’s arse.

“Oh, just give it to it, and it’ll lick it clean to put back in when you’re finished.”

“Oh,” was all the Delivery guy said as he passed the butt plug to Nick to lick clean, while the Delivery guy fished his cock out of his pants, and he lined up his cock with Nick’s hole and rammed it in as Oliver disappeared back into the house. “Oh, fuck,” was all the Delivery guy could think to say as he fucked Nick’s arse on the front porch for anyone who was walking past to see. It didn’t take him too long before he was shooting his load of hot cum deep in Nick’s arse, and before he could put his cock back in his pants, Nick’d spun around and sucked the Delivery guy’s softening cock in his mouth and began to suck it clean for him. As what happens to young males when they have someone sucking on their cocks, and they’re not used to it, the Delivery guy’s cock started to thicken and snake down Nick’s throat. Nick kept sucking away until the Delivery guy had shot his second load of cum in Nick, “holy, fuck,” was all he could think of to say as Nick put the Delivery guy’s cock back in his pants for him.

“So, how wazit?” Oliver asked as he appeared at the door, and the Delivery guy almost shit himself, “sorry, mate,” Oliver said, “I didn’t mean to scare you.

“Oh, um, no, it’s ok, um, it was great. Um, thanks,” the Delivery guy added lamely. “Um, I’ll just get you your change….”

“Don’t bother,” Oliver said expansively, “keep it as a tip.”

“Fuck, mate,” the Delivery guy said with feeling, “I think I’ve just had the greatest tip ever,” he said as he rubbed his crotch while he watched Nick reinserting the butt plug.

They said their goodbyes, and the Delivery guy got back in his car to make the rest of his deliveries, while Nick and Oliver went back into the house and closed the front door.