The Bet

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So, still working from home, but if we keep doing it for a bit longer, then maybe life can return to some kind of normal. To help those of us who are still working from home to while away the hours here’s my next instalment of ‘The Bet,’ I hope you enjoy it.

The early afternoon of the morning before

Tom couldn’t help himself. He woke up with a splitting headache and vowed once again never ever to drink that much alcohol ever again, and as he laid in bed slowly the night before, well really the early morning replayed itself in his mind’s eye. As he watched the review of what they’d done to Nick this morning, Tom couldn’t help but grab his cock as he began to slowly stroke it. That was until he came to the point of them locking a naked Nick in the laundry, and Shanes’ words rang in his ears once more, ‘that Nick could be used by all of the members of the household in any way they wished and at any time they wanted. Tom’s cock suddenly felt like it was going to explode, as if it’d sucked up every drop of blood in his body, just from the remembered feel of his cock in Nick’s warm mouth and his incredibly tight hole. Tom was up and out of bed before he even knew what he was going to do, by the time he’d opened the door, the other part of his brain, the part that still thought of Nick as a good friend, no, one of his best friends, kicked in.

‘Could I…,’ the side of Tom that still thought of Nick as one of his all-time best friends, ‘could I really go down and fuck my best friend,’ that part of his brain reasoned with Tom, while he stood in his bedroom doorway naked, with a raging hard-on. Earlier this morning he’d been caught up in the excitement of the action, just like everyone else, it was something that none of them, as far as Tom knew, had ever done before in their lives. Tom was sure he’d never raped anyone in his entire life, true, he’d fantasised about it but who hadn’t. ‘But, my best friend,’ the other side, the horny side of his brain kicked in, ‘my best friend with the biggest shaved, naked, bubble butt he was ever likely to be able to see and fuck in my entire life.’ Just the thought of the razor gliding over the creamy white mounds of Nick’s massive bubble butt made Tom’s cock pump out yet more pre-cum. The pre-cum rolling down his urethra, unbeknownst to Tom, was causing his body to shudder, slightly, in anticipation. The thought of all that creamy white arse flesh was too much of a temptation for Tom as he began to pad down the passage towards the laundry. Licking his lips as he went, and leaving a trail of wet clear liquid droplets behind him on the floor. Tom quietly unlocked the laundry door and cracked it open as he manoeuvred himself so he could get a good look at his naked friend. That was all he wanted; Tom reasoned to himself, just a look at one of his best friends in the whole world naked. Well, his naked former friend, that is, now their naked fuck buddy.

Nick for his part had fallen into a deep sleep, and although he had wrapped himself up in his doona when he first went to sleep, trying to get comfortable on the cold tiles, now he was just laying on top of his spread-out doona. With one arm across his eyes, to block out the light probably, Tom mused, which caused that side of Nick’s chest to stretch, a little, Fuck! Tom thought that bit of stretch in Nick’s chest was inviting as hell. While with Nicks’ other arm being flung up over his head, which caused that side of Nick’s chest into an almost full stretch, the combination of both sides of Tom’s chest being stretched, albeit to differing degrees. Enabled Tom to be able to clearly see nearly all of the muscles in Nick’s chest/torso standing out in stark relief. Tom loved watching the slow rise and fall of Nick’s chest, the curve of his very sculptured pecs, as they rose and fell, with Nick’s steady breathing, Tom’s eyes travelled over Nicks’ pecs as he marvelled at Nicks’ paps as they sat in small indentations in Nicks’ pecs. Tom absentmindedly licked his lips as he imagined himself suckling on Nicks’ paps, of being able to grab hold of Nicks’ paps in his teeth and rolling them roughly between his teeth until they became rock hard. Still, Toms’ eyes travelled downwards, down Nick’s chest, on down over Nick’s, very inviting, eight pack, Tom had always thought Nick only had a six-pack, but with the way Nick was now laying on the floor, Tom was now able to see the very first narrow row of muscles which turned Nicks’ six-pack into an eight pack.

Nick marvelled at the flatness of Tom’s abdomen, the way his eight-pack seemed to be set that much lower than the surrounding muscle. Nick couldn’t understand how he’d never really noticed it before, ‘fuck’, he thought, ‘all the times he’d seen the guys buck naked in the house, of all the times he’d seen Nick buck naked, and he’d never noticed this before. What’s wrong with me?’ Nick thought to himself, as his eyes travelled over Nicks’ aponeurosis muscle and again marvelling at just how flat, and slightly convex it was. Nick marvelled at just how black Toms’ navel looked as it was full of Nicks’ pubic hair, like a large full stop in the lower part of the bottom row of his eight-pack and the top of his aponeurosis muscle. The beginning of Nicks’ treasure trail, his treasure trail that was so wide and thick, that it was more a path than a trail forced Tom’s eyes down. Down to the thing that Tom really had come to see, which, Tom thought to himself, was being shown off to perfection, by the way, particularly as Nick’s legs were spread wide, it seemed to Tom, that Nick had artfully arranged his genitalia to display it artfully just to force Tom to look at Nick’s cock and balls which were resting on top of the doona. The size and weight of Nick’s balls were such that, not only was it making a sizeable indentation in the doona, but his balls were making Nick’s ball bag spread wide as his huge balls almost laid down on the doona as well. Nick’s pendulous cock, didn’t lie to one side of his nuts, as often happens, but there was enough weight to the slab of meat that was Nick’s cock. That it was able to lie not only over the top of Nick’s ball bag and nuts but laid out over the top of the doona as well for a bit.

Just the sight of Nick laying so open and exposed, almost stopped Tom’s heart in his chest. Tom wanted to make use of the old Hills hoist in the backyard; in his minds’ eye, Tom could see Nick tied up with his arms stretched wide along one of the arms of the hoist with his arms tied up with rope threaded through the staples, that the wires are threaded through. Tom knew that the arms of the hoist wouldn’t be strong enough to hold Nick’s weight, but fuck! Just the thought of Nick being strung up like that, with his arms spread wide and helpless, and being able to raise and lower him in the air, fuck; Tom thought he could probably get Nick’s groin up to Tom’s head height. That way he, Shane, and Bill could do anything to Nick they wanted too, and he couldn’t stop them, not that he could probably stop them now, just having that particular thought alone caused Tom to express a little bit of wee in excitement.

Tom cast a furtive look back over his shoulder, as he didn’t want to get sprung, although he did wonder to himself why he was concerned about that when Shane had given his permission for them all to do just what it was, he was planning to do. So, after making sure neither of the other two boys in the house were stirring in their rooms. Tom eased himself into the laundry and closed the door quietly behind himself, and with the closing of the laundry door, it seemed to signify to something in Tom’s brain that this was now a done deal. He leaned back against the door and could feel the cold from the paint seeping into the skin of his shoulders and buttocks. Pushing himself off the door, and using that momentum to start himself off, Tom walked over until his feet touched Nick’s doona. Then Tom lowered himself to his knees as he proceeded to creep up beside the prone sleeping Nick on his hands and knees, leaking pre-cum all the way.

Nick’s muskiness filled Tom’s nose, and he inhaled deeply of Nick’s scent when he got to Nick’s crotch, particularly the strong musky scent Nick’s pubic push gave off. When Tom was so close to Nick’s head that he had to kneel upright again, Tom straddled Nick’s head as he fed his erect cock between Nick’s slightly parted lips. Tom had to angle his cock so that it could go over the swell of Nick’s tongue, and in the process, the head of his cock pushed against the roof of Nick’s mouth, Tom marvelled at the sensation of the head of his cock being pushed into, and then along the ridges of the roof of Nick’s mouth. Tom could feel Nicks’ bottom teeth as they just scraped along the underside of his cock. Tom continued feeding his cock into Nick’s mouth until he felt his cock hit the opening to Nick’s throat, then Tom really had to use his hips to force his cock the rest of the way down Nick’s throat. While Nick was woken to the sensation of something large, firm, and a bit spongy, invading his mouth, and when he felt it hit the back of his throat Nick felt the intrusion power down his throat. Consequently, Nick woke up trying to cough the intrusion up out of his throat. It wasn’t until he could feel Tom’s pubes brushing against his nose, chin, and lips, without fully realising what they were until he felt Nick slap him up the side of the head and growl at him to watch his teeth, that Nick realised what was happening to him yet again.

Suddenly what happened early this morning came flooding back to Nick in his alcohol-soaked brain, and he realised that one of his friends. One of his best friends, well he guessed now it was one of his ‘former’ best friends, was fucking his face, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Other than do as he was told and cover his teeth with his lips, so he continued to lay there with his arm covering his eyes, while he waited for one of his former best friends to finally finish fucking his face, yet again. As a tear escaped from one of his eyes from the indignity that he felt, it seemed to Nick, that whoever it was must have been very eager to fuck his face. As it seemed like no time at all had passed before he felt, whoever it was, grabbed the sides of his head as they buried their cock as deep into his mouth, and down his throat as they possibly could. Nick could feel the other persons’ nuts sliding up over his chin as they prepared to discharge a load of sperm to mix with their seamen, the combination of which was shot down Nick’s captive throat.

Nick heard his rapist’s bellow as they shot their load of cum down his throat, and Nick was beginning to see stars before whoever it was even thought to pull their cock out of Nick’s throat enough so that he could draw a ragged breath. Nick could taste the other guy’s cum as it continued to leak from his cock as he dragged it back over Nick’s tongue. Nick just began to suck the remaining cum out of their cock, and then he hoped that he’d be left alone for a bit, while he wallowed in the indignity of it all, but that wasn’t to be.

Surprisingly, Nick thought he could feel someone’s’ hot breath on his cock and balls before he felt the unmistakable sensation of someone licking his cock and balls. Tom couldn’t help himself after he’d come down from the high of his ejaculation; all he could think about was Nick’s cock and balls laying on the doona seemingly covering his access to Nicks’ hole. Suddenly, totally unbidden into his mind’s eye popped the image that Nick’s cock and balls were trying to protect his hole and prevent Tom’s entry. Tom harrumphed to himself as he leaned down and did something he’d wanted to do ever since he’d seen Nick’s cock and balls grow bigger, thicker, and heavier when they hit puberty, but Tom knew he could never have asked Nick if he could go down on his cock. Nor, could he ask if he could lick and suck his big nuts, but now, now, fuck him Tom could do whatever he wanted, and Nick couldn’t do a fuckin’ thing about it. Tom leaned down and inhaled Nick’s heady manly musk, which gave him an instant boner again, and fuck, when he ran his tongue down the length of Nick’s cock. Fuck, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven, as he lay between Nick’s legs as he licked the smooth skin of Nick’s cock before, eagerly, sucking the fuckin’ huge thing into his mouth. Unlike Nick, Tom didn’t choke on Nick’s cock as Tom swallowed it down his throat.

While Nick just continued to lay there as he suffered the indignity, as he saw it, of having one of his former best friends, one of his housemates who he thought were all straight, sucking on his cock. Like a bitch in heat, the fuckin’ poofter. What was worse for Nick was, that he could feel his cock responding to the treatment that it was receiving, and the treacherous bloody thing was actually rising to the occasion. Nick felt a shudder of revulsion pass down his body and was very relieved when he felt his cock fall out of the other boy’s mouth, but now it was fully erect. Nick not only felt his cock slap down against his abdomen, but he heard it hitting his abdomen, with a wet squelching sound. Then Nick felt the indignity of that same former friend sucking his nuts into their mouth. Now usually Nick loved it when his sexual partners licked and sucked his nuts, particularly as not a lot of them really did it, and they certainly didn’t do it very well, in Nick’s opinion. But this, this is sick, Nick thought, even while he also thought it was the best head-job he’d ever had. Here he was lying naked on the floor because he had too and had suffered through the indignity of having someone fuck his face, yet again, and now that same person had not only sucked his cock to arousal, that he couldn’t do anything with but was now licking and sucking his nuts. This was almost too much for Nick; he’d just about decided to give, whoever it was a mouthful, when he remembered just how it was, he’d ended up in this situation in the first place. Why did he have to go and make that fuckin’ bet, with Shane, of all people, he asked himself for the umpteenth time.

Finally, he felt whoever it was leave his wet ball bag alone, as he felt the other person moving around and sliding in and trying to spoon with him, as he felt hands pushing him around, Nick thought ‘fuck it’, and just rolled over onto his side. He felt the other person move in closer and tighter until they were spooning him before he felt someone forcing something between the cheeks of his arse. Nick did debate with himself if he shouldn’t just help them when he felt the other person lift his left arse cheek roughly before Nick felt something trying to overcome his very battered sphincter. When they’d gained entry, Nick just laid there until whoever it was had finished raping his arse yet again, and waited for them to finish. Nick assumed rightly that Tom’d want his cock sucked clean again for him, not that Nick knew it was Tom who had just fucked his face, or given him his best head-job in his life, and was now raping his arse again.

Nick felt a couple of powerful thrust in his arse and felt the other person lay still, and he could feel Tom panting by his breath on his neck. Nick thought he was going to puke when he felt Tom kiss him on the back of the neck, when will these indignities end, Nick wondered? He felt Tom pull his cock out of his arse, placidly Nick rolled over onto his back, and sure enough, he felt Tom straddle his upper body and felt Tom’s cock nudging at his lips. Nick opened his mouth, and after Tom had inserted his cock, Nick licked and sucked it clean for him, and even though he felt Tom’s cock swell and growing erect in his mouth, Tom pulled his cock out of Nick’s mouth. Then without so much as a thank you ma’am, Tom got up, and with his semi-erect cock leading the way, he left the laundry, and after locking the door and returning the key to the door handle, Tom went back to bed.

An hour or so later, the laundry door was unlocked again, and again Nick ignored it, figuring it was just another former best friend/housemate come to fuck him again. Consequently, he didn’t rouse himself. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, house boi?” Shane yelled when he saw that Nick was still lying on his doona, suitably naked, it’s true, but really what choice did he have. When he heard Shane yell at him, Nick uncovered his eyes and looked up at Shane belligerently, “what do you want?” Nick asked. It took Shane three steps to cover the distance between them, and Nick didn’t even see Shane pull his hand back, but he certainly felt the slap on his face. Which quickly bought Nick back to his senses, “You’re the dickhead that made the fuckin’ bet in the first place, you worthless piece of dog shit,” Shane shouted at Nick. “So, you’re going to live up to the bet even if it kills you, now, get the fuck up.” As Nick got to his feet, Shane continued with his rant, “when this door is unlocked from now on, I want to see you kneeling up on your knees with your ankles crossed,” and as Shane continued, Nick dropped to his knees and followed Shanes instructions. As Shane continued, “I want to see you with your hands behind your neck with your fingers interlaced. Your so fuckin’ proud of your god damn chest, I want to see you with your chest thrust out, is that understood fuck head?” Nick interlaced his fingers behind his neck, and thrust his chest forwards, “that’s better you worthless pieces of shit, it’s about time you learnt to respect you fuckin’ betters. Now, don’t be eye-balling me either, boi, or so help me I will bitch-slap you into the middle of next week,” Nick instantly trained his eyes on the floor just in front of Shane’s feet.

“That’s better, now,” Shane continued as he pulled his booted foot back, “I want to see your cock get hard,” and with that, he kicked Nick as hard between the legs as he possibly could. Not being prepared for it, Nick screamed at the top of his lungs as he grabbed his genitals and fell over as he tried to soothe his battered nuts. “Get the fuck up,” Shane screamed, “did I tell you to move,” he asked Nick, and Nick very shakily got to his knees and once again to resumed the position, trying to steady his breathing. “That’s better,” Shane continued to verbally berate Nick, “now get that fuckin’ cock hard,” and Nick tried everything he could think of to will his cock to get hard, but it wasn’t good enough for Shane as Nick felt Shanes’ booted foot connected with his battered genitals again. This time, however, Nick managed to stay upright on his knees, while he continued to try and will his bruised and battered cock to get erect.

Nick didn’t know how he managed it, but before Shane could think about kicking him in the nuts again, Nick’s cock did begin to inflate, “that’s better, you fuckin’ maggot! That’s how I want to see you every time I open this door, is that understood?” Nick just nodded his head, “good. Now get the fuck up, you have to clean up the dining room after the mess we made last night. I want the table cleared, the dishes done, and the rubbish put out, and you better keep your fuckin’ cock hard the entire time, or so help me I’m going to keep kicking you in the nuts till you can keep your cock erect. Is that understood,” Shane shouted at Nick. Nick just nodded his head, “then what the fuck are you still waiting here for? Do you want a gilt-edged invitation or something?” Shane shouted at Nick.

Nick needed no further ‘encouragement’, he jumped to his feet and still keeping his eyes trained on the floor in front of him, he pushed past Shane and ran into the dining room and began clearing up the mess, with his erect cock bouncing wildly around in front of him. He cleaned up the dining room, all the rubbish he put in the bin and began loading the dishwasher, just as Shane walked into the kitchen. “Who said you could use the fuckin’ dishwasher?” an incredulous Shane bellowed at Nick. “Um, no one,” Nick replied as he hopped from one foot to the other, “what the fuck did you just say, boi?” Shane growled quietly to Nick. “Oh, um,” Nick began as he cast around desperately to try and think what he’d done wrong this time. When suddenly it struck him, “Oh, um, no one said I could use the dishwasher, Sir,” Nick replied.

“It looks to me as though I have to give you another lesson in manners, doesn’t it, boi?” and before Nick could think to say anything Shane had pulled out a kitchen chair from the table. Grabbing Nick by the ear, Shane sat down on the chair and pulled Shane over his knee and began spanking Nick’s naked upturned arse, while Nick screamed and hollered from the pain in his arse that was still very red and tender from the spanking, he’d received earlier this morning. “You’re really not learning your lessons, very well, now are you?” Shane shouted over Nick’s screams and yells. “Get me the fuckin’ wooden spoon,” Shane said to Nick as Shane pushed Nick off his knee. Nick picked himself up off the floor and raced to get the wooden spoon out of the drawer and gave it to Nick, and went to lay back over Shane’s knee, but Shane stopped him. Instead, Shane hit Nick’s cock as hard as he could with the wooden spoon, Nick started to double over but managed to stop himself and stood back upright, but he couldn’t help grabbing his cock and balls and cradling them protectively. Until he looked at Shane, and he instantly dropped his genitals and held his arms at his side, “why the fuck is your cock soft? Are you fuckin’ stupid or what, boi?”

Nick wisely didn’t say anything to Shane, but instead, he tried to get his very painful cock to thicken up and get erect but was not having much success. So, Shane hit his cock and balls again with the wooden spoon, and while Nick struggled to get his cock to become erect while keeping himself on his feet, Shane kept hitting Nick’s cock and balls until Nick eventually got his cock hard. “There,” Shane said triumphantly, “you’d better thank me, boi, for helping you get your fuckin’ cock hard, or I’m just going to have to punish your fuckin’ arse that much more, now ain’t I,” Shane said. “Thank you, Sir, for helping me get my cock hard, Sir,” Nick managed somehow with tears of pain rolling down his face.

“That’s better,” Shane replied, “now get back over my knee,” As Nick moved to lay himself back over Shane’s knee, he glanced up and saw both Bill and Tom standing in the doorway smirking at him. For reasons he couldn’t understand at all, Nick’s face flamed red, as he lowered himself back over Shane’s knee, and Shane went back to spanking Nick’s very battered arse. By the time Shane was finished, Nick’s arse was almost completely purple, when he’d finished Shane pushed Nick of his knee, and as Nick hit the floor, Shane told him to get up and wash the dishes by hand. So, with his purple stinging arse, Nick jumped to his feet to follow Shane’s command, all the while trying to ensure he maintained his hard-on. Which made doing the dishes very difficult for Nick as he had to bend forwards at the waist, a fair bit, just to be able to reach the sink, over the length of his erect cock. Much to the amusement of his three former best friends/housemates, now, Nick guessed they were all his masters.

Finally, Nick got the dishes washed dried and put away, all without losing his erection; consequently, he’d leaked a lot of pre-cum. As he bent over to hang the dishtowel, someone slapped him hard on the arse, and because of the spanking he’d received a short time ago, and before he could stop himself, he cursed at the top of his lungs. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Nick realised his mistake, and he spun around to apologise to whoever it was had just slapped his arse. Only to find it was Tom was standing there with a big shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, “fuck buddy,” Tom said, “you’re a bit jumpy today, aren’t you? I hope there’s nothing wrong,” he finished before he began to laugh at the look on Nick’s face. “You’re wanted in the lounge room,” with that Tom turned on his heel and left the kitchen with Nick trailing along behind rubbing his very sore arse.

When Nick got to the lounge room, the other three boys stopped their conversation and looked up at Nick standing in the doorway, with his eyes trained on the floor. “Turn around,” Shane barked at him, and Nick complied instantly and turned around so that his back was towards his masters. “Keep turning,” Shane barked, and when Nick faced into the loungeroom again, Shane said to Tom, “I see what you mean. Ok, boi, into the bathroom with you.” But, as Nick turned to leave to comply with the order, Tom told him to stand still as he laid a restraining arm on Shanes’ shoulder, “what’s the fun in doing it in the bathroom? I have a much better idea,” Tom continued as the other two boys looked at him, “boi, go out to the clothesline.” Nick was about to ask if he could put something on, but with the way his luck was going today he didn’t think he’d even bother to ask, “Oh,” continued Tom, “get the rope out of the back shed and wait by the clothesline.” Nick slumped his shoulders in resignation and went to do as he was told.

Nick opened the backdoor and peered out into the backyard, well more to the point the neighbours’ backyards on either side. Now, while the back fences were all a good 7’6” high, and Nick had worked in the backyard topless plenty of times, this was the first time that he’s ever been in the backyard completely naked before, and he really didn’t want to get sprung. But then that was what Tom had in mind for him no doubt, Nick guessed. Not being able to see any of their neighbours, Nick ran to the back shed, and once he was inside, out of public view, he breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the rope and, hung his head as he walked back to the clothesline and stood and waited for his masters to get there.

It wasn’t too long before Nick heard the backdoor open and he let out a sigh of relief, “Hmm, I see what you mean,” Shane said over his shoulder to Tom. The three masters, set to and got everything ready, Bill lowered the clothesline, while Tom manoeuvred Nick into position, and Shane undid the rope. When the arms of the clothesline were just below Nick’s shoulders, Tom moved Nick to the centre of the arm and got Nick to push his head through the wires so that there was one wire on both sides of his head. Tom told Nick to hold his arms out wide and moved the clothesline until the arm of the clothesline came into contact with Nicks’ arms and back. Shane began to tie Nick to the arm of the clothesline, passing the rope through the staples on top of the arm of the clothesline, before wrapping it around Nick’s arm and passing back through another staple. This way, by the time Shane had finished, Nick was securely tied to the clothesline, and yes, Nick probably could have broken the arm off the clothesline, but then he would still be tied to the metal pole.

But Nick realising that resistance was futile, stood there passively, and from where Nick was standing, he could see up the yard to the back of the house, and he’d looked up just in time to see, Tom emerging from the house carrying a bowl and a towel. Nick had a sinking feeling in his stomach, but he still couldn’t work out what was going to happen. That was until Tom put the bowl of water on top of an upturned crate that the boys used to put their washing basket on so that they could hang out, or bring in their clothes. It was only after Tom had put the bowl of water down, that Shane saw the can of shaving crème and his razor. With a big smirk on his face, Shane picked up the face washer from out of the bowl of water and thoroughly wet Nick’s armpits, before applying some shaving crème, and while the other two boys sat on lawn chairs and watched. Shane proceeded to shave Nick’s pits, Nick was going to protest, but thought better of it and just hung his head and waited for Shane to finish however much of Nick he was going to shave.

“You know,” Shane said over his shoulder to Tom, after he had finished shaving Nick’s pits and chest, and down his abdomen to his navel, “you’re quite right! He does look a bit silly with only his arse shaved. This gives him a cleaner look. I’m glad you mentioned it, Tom, but Tom,” Shane continued as he grabbed a good handful of Nicks’ pubic bush and began pulling on it. “I think this is going to be a bit hard to do with only a razor. Do you think you could run inside and get me the clippers please?” “Sure,” Tom replied as he jumped up to fetch the clippers, and as Shane had done as much as he could, for now, took Tom’s chair as he looked up and admired his handy work. When he heard Tom exiting the house, he asked him if he wanted to do the honours, “Sure,” was Tom’s one-word reply as he walked up to the trussed-up Nick and, turning the clippers on, he proceeded to shave all of Nicks’ treasure trail and pubic bush. When he’d trimmed it as much as he could, he turned back to Shane, with an expectant look on his face, and Shane asked him if he wanted to finish Nick’s groin.

Tom didn’t need to be asked twice, he grabbed the can of shaving crème and lathered up Nick’s groin, taking particular care to lather up around the base of Nick’s erect cock and balls. Before he picked up the razor and began shaving the last of Nick’s pubic hair from his groin, and his upper thighs. “Fuck, buddy,” Tom said as he watched the hair falling away from Nick’s creamy white skin, “you’re going to look as smooth as the day you were born by the time, we’re finished with you, now ain’tcha, buddy?” Tom said as he continued to shave Nick’s torso down to the base of Nick’s erect cock, and in order for Tom to be able to do the job at all he had to kneel in front of Nick, so Nick’s erect cock was waving around in Tom’s face. Being really sure that the two boys behind him couldn’t see, Tom leaned forwards and very quickly kissed the tip of Nick’s erect cock. Getting his lips covered in pre-cum in the process, and looking up at Nick, Tom slowly extended his tongue and licked Nick’s pre-cum from off his lips, and very quietly, so that only Nick could hear, Tom smacked his lips in pleasure. Before continuing to shave the rest of Nick’s groin, which seemed to Nick required a lot of pushing and pulling of his cock and balls, seemingly to enable Tom to get all the little stray hairs he seemed to be able to find in Nick’s groin.

After what seemed like a couple of hours to Nick, but in reality, was only about forty-five minutes, Tom finally pronounced Nick’s groin to be completely hair-free, as Tom wiped the remaining shaving crème, and stray hairs from Nick’s groin. As he was in position anyway, Shane told Tom to finish shaving Nick’s legs, before they released Nick from his bonds, and shaved his arms as well. When Tom had finished shaving Nick, Shane got out of his lawn chair and told Nick to follow him into the house. When they were inside Shane told Nick that he wanted Nick to go to the hardware shop as there were some things that Shane needed, and when Nick asked what he was supposed to wear, Shane threw a pair of Nicks overalls at him and his boots. Nick got dressed, but Shane stopped him from putting his arms in the sleeves; instead, Shane tied the arms of the overalls around Nick’s waist, stating that he wanted Nick to show off his new look. Knowing better than to argue, Nick grabbed his keys and went shopping.

When he returned, Nick stripped as soon as he walked through the front door, “good boi,” was the only comment that anyone made. Shane took Nick into the laundry and showed Nick where he wanted the stainless-steel square eye plate 16mm attached to the wall when Nick queried Shane about what the owner might think. Shane told him that it was none of his concern, what the rest of the boys didn’t know was that Shane was doing so well in his job that he was actually the new owner of the house. So, he was quite sure that the owner wouldn’t mind having the eye plate attached to the wall. When Nick’d finished, Shane took one of the padlocks that Nick’d bought and used it to attach one end of the very heavy chain, that Nick’d bought, as well, to the wall. While Tom was out shopping, Shane had gone out shopping as well, only Shane had bought a heavy collar, amongst other things, and he gave Nick the collar to put on. When Nick began to protest, Shane just reminded him as to whose idea it was to make the bet in the first place, and knowing that he wasn’t going to win, Nick put the collar on himself.

Shane put Nick to work getting the evening meal ready.