The Bet

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

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in. No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Still working from home, still needing ‘extra things’ to occupy my time, and this is it. I hope it helps you while away some of the time, if your stuck at home too.

The morning after the day before

Nick had the worst night’s sleep of his entire life; he reckoned. He woke up incredibly stiff and sore, and why was his neck so sore? Nick tried to stretch, but his arm was blocked on one side by a wall. And why was it so bright in his fuckin’ room. Nick moaned and groaned as he shaded his eyes from the light and cracked an eye open, but all he could make out were what looked like cupboards, almost at the end of his bed, but he didn’t have cupboards at the end of the bed. Well, not that close to the end of his bed anyway, and why was his bed so hard all of a sudden? As his eye became accustomed to the light, he could make out a pair of bare legs standing by the cupboards, in front of a doorway, but Nick knew his door wasn’t in that position. ‘What the fuck’? Was all Nick could think.

Nick’s eyes slowly travelled up the pair of hairy legs standing, almost at the foot of his very hard bed, up past the knees, up the guy’s very well-defined thighs, until his eye came to rest on the jocks that the guy was wearing. And it was obviously a guy from the obscene bulge in his jocks; in fact, Nick had the passing thought that he wondered just how it was that the jocks could even contain the guys’ cock and balls. Nick was struggling to wake up, and he figured that that was why his brain was playing tricks with him. But seemingly he couldn’t take his eyes off the guys’ genitals, for some reason. He slid his hand off his eyes and down his body; it was as he did this, that he discovered his shaved chest and crotch that Nick realised that what he thought he dreamed last night, had happened to him yesterday wasn’t a dream after all.

“Oh, what the fuck did you do to me?” Nick moaned.

“Nothing that you didn’t want…” Shane started to reply.

“Oh, fuck off!” Nick replied, somewhat explosively, “I didn’t want to be a slave! I didn’t want to have you all fuck me! And I certainly didn’t want that fuckin’ poofter homo Tom sucking MY fuckin’ cock and licking MY arse…”

Nick didn’t get to finish whatever it was he was going to say next, as it only took Shane two steps to cover the distance between them, in those two steps Shane pulled his arm back and when he was close enough, he slapped Nick’s face as hard as he could. It was so hard that Nick could taste blood instantly as his teeth lacerated the inside of his cheek, “don’t you EVER complain about any of your betters, EVER again. Do you hear me?” Shane almost shouted at Nick glaring down at him, and when Nick nodded his understanding, Nick continued. “No matter what any of us do to you, and I hope to fuckin’ god that you thanked Tom for the service he provided!” Nick, looked up at Shane with tears streaming from his eyes, as he rubbed his stinging cheek, “well, boi?” Shane continued menacingly, “did you thank him for the service he provided?” Nick hung his head, he knew when he was losing, which seemed to him to be all the time now, “you fuckin’ useless, cunt, and to think I was going to have all of this finish today, and we’d have had a good fuckin’ laugh at your expense. But, clearly,” Shane told a shocked Nick who could only stare back up at Shane with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Clearly, you really do need a lesson in how to behave around your betters. So, now I think this bet has been most opportune, don’t you, ‘bitch’?” Shane poured all the contempt he possibly could into that one explosive word before he continued. “And we, your betters, will take it upon ourselves to school you in how to behave properly around your betters. Clearly, that is going to take a lot of time. Now, get the fuck up off that floor and into the kitchen, we all want breakfast in bed. Our orders are on the bench in the kitchen,” with that Shane turned on his heel and stormed out of the laundry. And Nick watched the small globes of Shanes’ arse cheeks as they flexed and relaxed, inside his jocks, as Shane walked back down the hall.

Nick got himself up off the floor, and it was at that moment that Nick realised that he was still tethered to the wall by the heavy chain attached to his collar. ‘Fuck’, was all Nick could think, ‘what does he do now?’ Nick wondered. Realising he had no other choice, he called out into the house and asked if one of his masters could please come and unlock the padlock, and who should turn up? None other than Tom himself, ‘Fuck!’ was all Nick could think. “Got a problem, boi?” was all Tom asked with a big shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.

“Um, yes, Sir,” Nick began as he stared at the floor and hopped from foot to foot.

Whether it was Tom taking pity on Nick or not, who knows? Tom just produced the key and unlocked the padlock and allowed the chain to fall to the floor, but he locked the padlock back on to its ‘D’ ring on Nick’s collar. With a deep sigh, Nick went to push past Tom so that he could get on and make the boys their breakfasts, but Tom held his ground and took up most of the doorway so that Nick had no other option but to ask if he could get past. “Um, can I get past please, Sir,” Nick asked hopefully?

“That depends boi, have you got anything else to say to, or about, me for that matter?” Tom asked as he moved his hand over to rest in Nick’s groin so that his hand was resting hard against Nick’s cock.

“Um, thank you for last night? Um, Sir, I, um, am sorry, for, um, what I, ah, said, um, to, ah, Shane this, ah, um, morning, um, Sir. I, um didn’t, um,” Nick stumbled. As he could feel Tom’s hand encircling the base of his cock and was now rubbing his thumb up and down the top of Nick’s cock and Nick could feel his cock was beginning to respond to the attention, however unwanted it was by Nick, seemingly his cock didn’t care. “I, um, didn’t mean to infer, um, that you, um, are, um, any, um, less than, um, anyone, um, else, here, and…”

Tom gripped Nick’s cock as hard as he could, “you ungrateful, fuckin’, little bitch,” Tom growled so low that only Nick could hear, “last time I ever try to fuckin’ suck your sorry excuse for a dick.” Giving Nick’s cock one last almighty squeeze, and a sharp twist that made Nick jump for the pain from it, “now get the fuck out of my sight!” and with that Tom turned on his heel and walked back to bed. While Nick, nursing his sore cock in both his hands, went to make the boys their breakfasts, all the while thinking just how unfair the rest of them were being.

Nick finished preparing Shanes’ breakfast and carried the tray into his room. Nick knocked gently on Shanes’ door and waited until he was told he could enter, “put the tray over there on the chest of drawers and open the blinds.” Nick did as instructed, while Shane sat himself up in bed, “now I think you can deal with this for me,” Shane said as he threw back the doona and showed Nick his cock that was rock-hard and was pointing straight up, and tenting Shane’s jocks obscenely. Nick just looked at Shane with a pained expression on his face, “but I thought you said that this was all going to end today,” Nick whined.

“It was! That is until I heard what you had to say about poor Tom, you fuckin’ little bitch. Whose idea was this fuckin’ bet in the, god damn, first place?” Nick just hung his head, “I asked you a fuckin’ question you fuckin’ useless piece of shit!” Shane spat at Nick. “Mine,” a very dejected Nick mumbled. “Right,” Shane spat back, “and don’t you fuckin’ forget it, you cock suckin’ poofta. Now, bring my fuckin’ breakfast over here,” Nick carried the tray over to the bed, and Shane took it off him. “Now, I want you to take my cock out of my jocks and kiss the tip, and lick around the head, under my foreskin, and then I want you to tell the whole house just how much you love kissing and licking my cock!”

Knowing that he had no other choice, Nick hunkered down beside Shane’s bed and being very careful not to knock the full tray that Shane was going to be literally holding over Nick’s head. Nick fished Shane’s cock out of his jocks, and after he kissed the tip of Shane’s cock, he forced his tongue between the foreskin and the head of Shane’s cock. After running his tongue around the head of Shane’s cock, under Shane’s foreskin, Nick kissed the tip again and repositioned Shane’s cock back inside his jocks. Then straightening up, making sure he didn’t knock the tray that Shane had still held over Nick’s head, of course. Nick took a deep breath, and at the top of his lungs, he shouted, “I’ve just run my tongue around Shane’s cock head, while it was still covered with his foreskin,” Nick smacked his lips as loudly as he could, and then continued, “and I fuckin’ loved it.”

“Right,” Shane said, “now get the fuck out of my room,” and with that Shane attacked his breakfast, while Nick walked to the door. Nick was almost out the door when Shane called after him. “Oh, and don’t forget that this was going to come to an end today, but it’s not now. Because, of all the reasons I stated to you earlier, but most importantly, no one, and I do mean no one, talks about one of my friends that way and gets away with it! Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” mumbled Nick as he hung his head and went to get the other boys their breakfasts.

The next ‘cab off the rank’, so to speak, was Bill, Nick wanted to save the most embarrassing one till last, or so he thought. What Nick didn’t know was that everyone in the house, but for him, knew that Tom was bisexual. Everyone, including Tom, knew just how big a homophobe Nick really was, which was why all the boys were shocked when Nick suggested the bet in the first place, especially when he accepted the counter-terms offered by Shane. All the occupants of the house had heard the discourse between Shane and Nick naturally, that was the point of getting Nick to shout it out so loudly, so now everyone in the house knew that this was going to continue for at least another three hundred and sixty-four days. So, Bill was really prepared for when it was his turn to receive his breakfast. Nick knocked on Bill’s door and waited until Bill told him to enter. “Put my breakfast over there, boi, and open my curtains,” so Nick put the tray on top of the tallboy, and opened Bill’s curtains. While Nick was opening the curtains, Bill rearranged his pillows and sat up in bed, “give me my breakfast, boi.”

When Nick had complied and given Bill his breakfast, he turned on his heel and made to exit the room, “where the fuck do you think you’re going, boi?” Bill’s voice shot out and hit Nick like a whip. So much so, that Nick froze in mid-step, “did I give you permission to leave, you fuckin’ little cock sucker? And seeing as you loved licking Shane’s cock so much, I might let you do mine for me later, but for now, get up on my bed and lean over the foot of it.”

So, realising that he had no other choice, Nick clambered up onto Bill’s bed and leaned over the foot of his bed. “Good, you fuckin’ little cock sucker, now bend over and pull your cheeks apart, I want to see what your hole looks like now that we’ve all fucked you, like the little slut that you’ve truly turned out to be.” And while Nick was complying and bending over and pulling his arse cheeks apart to show Bill his abused hole, Bill continued. “That’s right you fuckin’ little bitch, you show daddy your sweet little tight hole, god damn, it’s the tightest thing I’ve ever fucked in a long time. Even though it was sloppy thirds by the time I got to fuck it. Come on, boi, I want to see what your hole looks like now,” and being very grateful that he was facing away from Bill because Nick could feel his face flaming bright red, Nick pulled his arse cheeks apart and let Bill look at his abused, battered hole. “Fuckin’ hell, look at that!” Bill exclaimed, “your arse is gaping open a little bit. Can you close it, boi?” Bill asked Nick, and Nick tried to close his hole, and as he did, he felt a new wave of pain emanate from his hole and figured that he did manage to close it as he heard Bill whistle in appreciation. “Oh, fuck, you little slut get the fuck off my bed now,” Bill roared at Nick, and as Nick let his arse cheeks go and scrambled off the bed in confusion, Bill continued, “We must have filled you up real good last night as you’re still dribbling cum, boi. Go and clean yourself up, you fuckin’ man-whore, you!” Bill said as Nick fled the room, with his face burning.

Nick went into the toilet and wiped his arse, he didn’t think it looked like cum, but then what did he really know. Having finished wiping his arse, Nick screwed up his courage and went and got Tom’s breakfast. When he thought he had his nerves under control enough, Nick knocked on Tom’s door and stood there for what seemed like half an hour. When in reality, it was only about five minutes, before Tom called for Nick to enter, and taking a deep breath, Nick pushed the door open. Tom had got himself back into bed, but not before opening his own window coverings, and he was already sitting up in bed and was reading a book, Tom put the book down and called Nick over so he could take his breakfast off him. Nick stood by Tom’s bed while Tom got himself set up before he deigned to address Nick, let alone notice him, “so, boi, I hear you arse is gaping a little bit?”

“Um, yes, Sir, um, apparently so,” Nick said as he swallowed in his nervousness.

“Well, boi,” Tom continued, “this is your lucky day,” ‘like hell it is’ Nick thought to himself, “I’m going to help you make your arse gape for us so that we’ll have easier entry to your hole. Now go over to my dresser and pull open the bottom drawer,” Nick complied and was shocked to see all the sex toys that Tom kept there, “now, boi, I want you to get out one of the butt plugs,” Nick looked back at Tom in bewilderment and shrugged his shoulders. Tom let out a big sigh, “they’re the black ones with a tapered end and a larger bulb end with a thin neck and a flared base,” Tom explained as Nick turned back to look in the drawer. Spying a group of butt plugs, Nick picked out the smallest one he could find, and gingerly holding it between his thumb and first finger he turned around and held it up for Tom to see. With a big smirk on his face, Tom told him that that was indeed a butt plug, Tom then told Nick to turn around and bend over and spread his arse cheeks. Nick complied, reluctantly, Tom gave a low whistle, “fuck, boi, your arse really is gaping a bit, isn’t it? You must be so proud,” ‘not fuckin’ likely’ Nick thought, for the second time this morning, but wisely kept his mouth shut. “So,” continued Tom, “I’m going to help you out. But that butt plug your holding is going to be way too small, for our purposes. Why don’t you fish through them all and find a bigger one,” so knowing he had no choice, very reluctantly Nick moved the butt plugs around until he found one that was only a bit bigger. Hopefully, he turned back to face Tom and showed him the butt plug he’d selected, “Oh, give me a fuckin’ break, boi, you can take a bigger one that!” Tom exclaimed.

So, reluctantly Nick turned back to the drawer and, knowing what was going to be expected, he reluctantly fished out the most oversized butt plug he could find. He turned and showed Tom, who gave a throaty laugh, “Nah, boi, we’ll build you up to that one, don’t worry”. Nick’s body shuddered involuntarily, “look,” Tom said with a sigh, “get them all out and line them up,” so once again, Nick very reluctantly reached back into the drawer and took out all the butt plugs. “Line them up along the top of my dresser, boi,” and Nick did as he was told. Without having to be told Nick lined them all up in order of size, from the smallest to the largest, “good boi,” Tom said, “now, get out the way,” so Nick stood to the side of the dresser. Tom told Nick to move his hand along below the lip of his dresser until he came to the butt plug that was about six centimetres at its widest part, and Tom told Nick that that was the one for him.

After Nick had put the others away, Tom told Nick to bring him the butt plug, which he did, gingerly touching as little of the surface of the butt plug as he possibly could, and held it out for Tom. “What am I going to do with it, you fuckin’ useless boi, lick the bloody thing, and you better get it very wet. If you don’t, it’s going to hurt like hell when I shove it up your arse.” Nick’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when he heard that, “come on, boi, I don’t have all day. If you don’t get it wet soon, I’m just going to have to shove it in dry,” Tom said, giving Nick a very hard look. So, very reluctantly, Nick stuck his tongue out and began to lick the butt plug, until Tom stopped him and told him to stick it in his mouth in frustration. Nick just looked at him with a very shocked expression on his face, “well if you don’t, it’s going to hurt like hell when we shove it up your arse.” Sensing that Tom was telling the truth, he reluctantly pushed the butt plug between his lips as he moved the butt plug around his mouth trying to get it as wet as possible.

Tom finished his breakfast, seemingly totally ignoring a very naked Nick licking and sucking on the large butt plug for all he was worth. “Alright, boi, I think that’s enough. Give it to me,” Tom said as he held out a hand for the butt plug, “Ok, you can take my tray back to the kitchen, and then get Shane and Bill and meet me in the bathroom.” Hanging his head, Nick picked up the tray from Tom’s lap and left the room. He collected the trays from both Shane and Bill and asked them both to meet both himself and Tom in the bathroom. When they had all assembled in the bathroom, Tom called Nick forwards and told him to bend over the vanity unit. Nick walked forwards and leant over the vanity unit with his arms straight supporting his upper body, “Stop being a fuckwit for once in your fuckin’ life, boi,” Tom said as he pushed Nick’s back down until his chest was resting on the vanity unit.

“That’s better. Now, spread your arse cheeks,” Tom instructed Nick, and when he complied, Tom turned his attention back to Shane and Bill. “Now, Bill,” Tom began, “I overheard your comment about Nick’s hole this morning, and after giving it my own inspection, I have to say I’m in complete agreeance with you, our boi’s hole does gape a tiny bit. Now, Shane, if you would care to look at the boi’s hole,” Tom continued, as Nick flamed red for the umpteenth time today, Tom ran a finger around the lip of Nick’s hole, as he explained to his audience of two. “As you can plainly see, the boi’s hole does in fact gape open a little bit,” Shane and Bill nodded their agreement, “what I’m proposing,” Tom continued, “is that we get its hole to gape open a lot more. The way we do that is to get the boi to wear a butt plug,” Tom said as he picked up the butt plug with a flourish and showed the other two boys, who oohed and aahed. “Now, if you’re in agreement boys,” Tom continued as Shane and Bill nodded their agreement, “we will get the boi to wear this butt plug all the time. The wider neck will continually stretch the muscles of his anus until his anus is unable to close without the boi putting some effort into it. As he takes the plug out and replaces it, this will further stretch his anal muscles allowing for easy access.” The audience of two nodded their consent, “now, I’ve had the boi slobbering all over this butt plug.” That Tom held in the air for his audience to see, “so I can insert it easier.” What Nick didn’t know was that Tom had actually taken pity on him and had applied a liberal coating of lube to the plug. “Now, gents, what you do is,” he continued as he put the blunt tip against Nick’s hole, while Bill and Shane crowded in so they could have a good look. “You line the tip up with the boi’s hole, and then you can apply a gentle pressure,” and as Tom was explaining, he was demonstrating at the same time. So, his audience could see the blunt tip of the butt plug force Nick’s arse lips apart and stretching to accommodate the intrusion of the butt plug. “At the same time, gentlemen, tell the boi to push back, just as if he’s going to have a shit, but, do warn him not to shit or it could get messy. Or,” Tom continued, “you could just shove it in in one big go,” and as he was talking, Tom shoved the rest of the butt plug into Nick’s battered and sore arse in one big shove. “Fuck, me,” Bill exclaimed as he watched Nick’s arse lips being forced open and around the bottom of the butt plug, while Nick screamed as his abused hole was forced over the largest part of the butt plug.

Tom removed his hand, leaving the butt plug insitu, “and that, gentlemen is how you ‘plug someone’s hole’,” Tom finished with a little bow to his audience. While Tom and Shane gave low whistles in appreciation and applauded Tom’s show. When they’d finished both boys went and pushed and pulled on the base of the butt plug, and both boys exclaimed how tight it was being held in place, and Tom continued to explain how the shape of the butt plug is designed to keep it in.

Bill asked if he could have a go, and before anyone said anything, he reached out and grabbed a good hold of the base of the butt plug and, with his other hand on Nick’s lower back, he pulled it straight out again. Once again making Nick scream from the pain of having his sphincter stretched so wide, while the other three boys just laughed at him. “Ew, yuck!” Bill exclaimed; it’s covered in bits of shit. “Well of course it is,” Tom explained it’s just come from the boi’s arse, so of course it’s covered in shit. “Well, what the fuck do I do with it now?” Bill asked as he looked around for something to clean the butt plug with.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked him, and when Bill explained, Tom laughed at him, and explained that that is a job for the boi! With that, Tom told Nick to stand up and got Bill to give the butt plug to Nick, and as Nick accepted the butt plug, Tom told him to lick it clean. Nick thought he was going to puke on the spot, but after he caught a glimpse of Shanes’ face, he reluctantly began to lick the butt plug clean. When he’d finished cleaning the butt plug to Tom’s satisfaction, Tom took the butt plug back and pushed Nick back over the vanity unit, and gave the butt plug to Shane, after first covering it in a liberal amount of lube again. Shane put the blunt tip against Nick’s hole and shoved it in as hard as he could, once again eliciting a loud yell from Nick, much to the amusement of the other two boys.

“Alright, alright,” Shane said taking control of the situation, “I’m sure we’ve all got better things to do, I know the boi has,” Shane said as he slapped one of Nick’s arse cheeks as hard as he could, which made Nick jump up. “Oh, good, you’re up. Go and clean up the kitchen, and when you’re finished, you can clean up my room and make my bed.” Nick was about to ask about the butt plug that was making his arse hurt horribly, as well as giving him a massive pain in the guts, but seeing the look on everyone’s face, decided better against it. Instead, he made his slow way out of the bathroom, bending over at the waist to try to lessen the pain in his guts. That is until Shane slapped his other arse cheek, which made Nick jump and stand upright, and Shane growled at Nick to get a move on. So, with tears coursing down his face from the pain in his guts, Nick went about his duties, very painfully.

Nick had just finished cleaning Shane’s room, after first making his bed, “Oh, good you’re just in time, I’m going to have a shower, and you’re going to help me.” Nick was just about to protest but thought better of it; he waited until Shane had made his selection of what he was going to wear, and then trailed along behind Shane very reluctantly into the bathroom. Shane sat on the side of the bath and told Nick to shave him, and so for the first time, in his life, Nick shaved another person’s face. When he’d finished, Shane told Nick to get the shower ready, and when it was, Shane got into the shower recess. “What the fuck are you doing out there, boi? Get the fuck in here and wash me!” So, Nick joined Shane in the shower and began to wash him, when he hunkered down to wash Shane’s groin, the butt plug that Nick had almost forgotten about, suddenly made itself know again. Nick almost shot straight up again from the pain in his arse but did some deep breathing until the pain was almost bearable, and went back to washing Shane. When Shane was happy, he got out of the shower and told Nick to dry him off, and when Nick had finished towelling Shane dry, he began to dry himself, until Shane reached over and grabbed Nick by the pap and twisted it as hard as he could. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, boi. Don’t use our towels; you have your own towel.” So, Nick went to the laundry and got the little bit of towel he had been given last night, and began drying himself as much as he could.

While Nick was drying himself, Tom came out of his room and asked if anyone had seen his cum rag, it was at that exact moment that he saw Nick drying himself. “Hey, boi, do you like drying yourself with my cum rag?” Tom asked with a smirk on his face. “Personally, I’d think it’d be a bit too crusty knowing just how much cum it’s soaked up over the years!” Nick dropped the rag instantly, but Tom told him to continue to use it, seeing as he must like the smell and feel of his dried cum so much. Nick felt sick but did as he was told and continued to dry himself, under the watchful gaze of Tom. Nick was trying to decide if drying himself, under the watchful eye of Tom, the fuckin’ poofta, was the most embarrassing thing he’d done so far this weekend. Or, if the whole weekend, so far, has been the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him in his entire life? In the end, Nick decided that he couldn’t tell, and decided that it was all getting a bit too much for him to handle.

Nick was broken out of his revere by Shane calling for him. Nick dropped the bit of towel; he’d been using, into the troves, gladly, and went to back to Shane’s room, he had Nick help him get dressed. Shane had Nick hold his underpants so that Shane could step into them and then had Nick pull them up and arrange Shane’s cock and balls in them for him. When Nick had pulled Shane’s underpants up over his arse, Nick noticed that the back seam disappeared into the cleft of Shane’s arse cheeks. “You’re not the only one who likes something up the crack of his arse, but you’d never catch me wearing a butt plug, just the idea of that is gross,” Shane said, and he laughed as Nick’s face flamed red. Nick helped Shane on with his pants, again with Nick having to tuck Shanes’ cock and balls in so that he could do up the fly. Nick helped Shane with his socks and shoes, and after fluffing his hair for him, Nick left Shane to go and find Bill.

Nick wasn’t too surprised to find him in the bathroom, “well, boi, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?” Knowing he had no other choice; Nick stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Then, for the second time in his entire life, Nick shaved another man’s face, helped another man clean his teeth, and got the shower ready for the other man to step into. Nick washed Bill, and shampooed his hair, and made sure there was no ‘cheese’ under Bill’s foreskin, of course, Nick wasn’t allowed to wash the ‘cheese’ away, no, he had to use his tongue first to remove any ‘cheese’ that may have built up. Bill said that he wanted to give Nick a treat seeing as how he seemed to like sucking cock so much now. Then he was allowed to wash Bill’s cock’s head clean. When he’d finished showering and drying, and applying Bill’s deodorant, Nick raced to the laundry and dried himself, once again as much as he could with Tom’s crusty cum rag, and raced back to Bill’s room to help Bill get dressed. After kissing Bill’s cock ‘lovingly’, Nick was able to arrange it in Bill’s jocks before he finished dressing Bill. When he’d finished dressing him, Bill left Nick to make his bed and tidy his room. Then it was Tom’s turn.

Suppressing a shudder of revulsion, Nick went to find Tom waiting for him in the bathroom. “’Bout fuckin’ time, slut! Get in here and close the fuckin’ door, you might like showing yourself off to the entire house all the time, but some of us are a bit more circumspect.” Tom demanded, and Nick scooted into the bathroom and closed the door, and for the third time today, Nick shaved another man’s face and helped him to clean his teeth. Nick helped Tom undress; Nick lifted Tom’s t-shirt up and pulled it off over Tom’s head. Then, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Tom’s boxers, one on each hip, Nick pushed the boxers down Tom’s legs and held them while Tom stepped out of them. When he’d stepped out of his boxers, Tom told Nick to sniff the crotch to see if he could get another wear out of them, this turned out to be too much for poor Nick, and he exploded, “what the fuck?” But Nick didn’t hear the bathroom door opening behind him, the first thing that Nick knew about it was when Shane hit him hard enough, across the back of the head, to knock Nick off his feet. From the floor, Nick looked up at a furious Shane and an almost equally angry Tom.

“What were you told to do boi?” Shane began, while Nick just looked sullenly up at them from the bathroom floor.

“But he wants…” Nick didn’t see Shane pull his foot back, but he certainly felt the kick to his ribs, “what the fuck…” Nick started as he grabbed his bruised ribs.

“Did I ask for a debate from you, boi?”

“No, but… ow, stop fuckin’ kicking me!” Nick said, as he started to get angry, as Shane kicked him in the butt.

“Then stop fuckin’ debating the issue and just do whatever the fuck it was you were told to do. If I want you to fuckin’ lick the god damn toilet clean, then that’s what the fuck you are going to do. Now, what were you told to do?” Shane asked as he glowered down at Nick as he sat on the floor, glaring up at them.

“He wants me to check to see if he can get another wear out of his boxers…”

So, what the fuck are you waiting for?” Shane demanded.

“But that means that I have to…”

“Then fuckin’ do it you fuckin’ useless cunt! And stop all your fuckin’ whinging and complaining.”

And knowing that he was beaten, Nick picked Tom’s boxers up from the floor, by the crotch, and, as he dragged the crotch of Tom’s boxers under his nose, Nick sniffed the fabric experimentally as it passed under his nose. His two masters looked down at him expectantly, and before they could say or do anything, Nick stated that Tom could probably wear them again. “’Bout fuckin’ time, you fuckin’ worthless poof! Next time you’re asked to do anything, by any of us, and you refuse. I’m going to hang you by your fuckin’ nuts from the clothesline; then I’m going to give you the biggest hiding of your life and leave you there for the rest of the day. Do we have an understanding, boi?” Shane asked as he glared down at Nick.

“Yes, Sir,” Nick said as he hung his head, and with that, Shane turned on his heel and left. While Nick got himself up off the floor and made himself busy shaving Tom, he even got the shower ready without being asked, and followed Tom in and helped him shower. When they were finished, Nick helped Tom get dried, and then Nick ran to the laundry and dried himself quickly. Before, he rushed back and helped Tom get dressed, and without being told too, Nick made Tom’s bed and tidied his room.

“All finished, boi?” Tom asked from the doorway. Nick just nodded as he stood in the middle of Tom’s room, “good, now you can have a shower.” Nick couldn’t help the feelings of relief as they coursed through his body. He walked past Tom and headed towards the bathroom, “where do you think you’re going?” Shane asked him.

“Um, Tom said I could have a shower, um, Sir,” Nick replied, feeling more than a little bit nervous.

“That’s right, boi, he did. But did he tell you where you’re going to have your shower, or did you just assume, like the uppity little house boi you are?” Nick, couldn’t help his face from flaming red, as he had just assumed that he’d be allowed to use the shower. “That’s what I thought,” Shane continued, “fuck, this idea of yours for the bet is really paying off for you, isn’t it, boi?” ‘Not fuckin’ likely’, Nick thought angrily, but he said ‘yes’ to Shane, as Nick knew that was what he was expected to say. “Ok, follow me,” Shane said as he walked towards the laundry. ‘Oh, fuck,’ Nick thought, ‘I hope I’m not going to be bathed in the troves,’ Nick couldn’t think of anything more degrading than being bathed like a baby. Shane stopped outside the door to the laundry, and it was enough to break Nick out of his reverie. “Get me your soap, a scrubbing brush, and your towel and hurry it up boi, I don’t have all day.”

With that, Nick rushed into the laundry and grabbed the items that Shane had mentioned, and rushed back out into the passage, just as Shane turned on his heel and headed towards the back door. Nick’s stomach just fell, as he thought he’d worked out just where he was going to be having his shower, sure enough, Shane opened the back door and led Nick out into the backyard, where Tom and Bill were waiting for them.

When they’d walked over to where Bill and Tom were waiting, Tom took the bit of towel off Nick and hung it over the clothesline. “What do I do now, sir?” Nick asked.

“Now, we give you a shower,” Shane replied, “as it’s only fair, seeing as how you showered all of us, but seeing as you’re behaving like an uppity house boi, we really need to take you down a peg or two,” Shane said as Bill pulled the garden hose out from behind his back and pointing the nozzle at Nick, pulled the trigger. Thankfully it was summer because the water felt freezing cold to Nick, as he tried to protect himself from the force of the water coming from the hose nozzle. “Hurry up and soap yourself up,” Shane continued, “we don’t have all day, we’ve still got to go shopping yet!”

So, Nick soaped himself up, and Tom reminded him to use the scrubbing brush so that he was all nice and clean, with a sick smirk all over his face, as far as Nick was concerned. Naturally, Nick had to pull the butt plug out of his arse, and after licking it clean, which seemed to make it feel more demeaning under the watchful gaze of his three masters. When Nick bent over so that Bill could wash the soap out of his arse crack, all the boys remarked on just how much Nick’s hole was gaping open already, but, Tom told the other two boys, that he could get Nick’s arse to gape open more than that. In fact, Tom confided to the other two that he had plans for Nick’s arse to gape open so much that Nick’ll be too scared to sneeze in case he has an accident if he doesn’t have a plug up his arse. Which made the other two masters laugh, and when Bill aimed the jet of water at Nick’s arse, quite a bit of water went up his arse, giving Nick a small enema.

When he’d finished being washed, Shane gave Nick a pair of his overalls and his runners and told him to get in the car, so taking his stuff Nick went and got in the car and waited for Shane to come out. Nick was very embarrassed as he had to walk naked up the side of the house, carrying his overalls and sneakers, thankfully he had the two other vehicles to walk past before he reached Shanes’ car out the front, but still, Nick felt very exposed. Walking between the vehicles and the side of the house he hoped and prayed that no one looked down the side of the house as they walked past on the street; otherwise, they’d have been able to cop an eyeful of him naked. When he reached the back of his truck, he had to screw up his courage as that part of the dividing fence, beside Shane’s car, dropped down below his waist; this was so that people could see if anyone was coming when they backed out of the drive. But he made it into the car without seeing anyone and hoping like hell that no one saw him.

When Shane opened his door, Nick almost jumped through the roof, “Hey, buddy, you’re a bit jumpy there, aren’t you?” Wisely Nick kept his mouth shut, “but I didn’t expect you to come out here and get into the car naked. I thought you’d at least have put your overalls on first, I mean, that’s why I gave them to you for in the backyard…” All Nick could do was stare at Shane opened mouthed, “but, seeing as you like walking around the place naked, you can sit there butt naked, and for now you can sit on your overalls. I don’t want your bare arse on my leather seats…”

“But, can’t I put them on?” Nick whined.

“Not now, boi. If you want to walk around out here where anyone might be able to see you naked, then you can travel in the car naked.”

So, Nick lifted his arse up off the seat and pushed his overalls under him and sat back down with his hands in his lap, trying to cover his genitals, but Shane was having none of that and told Nick to put his hands on the outside of his legs. Then because his cock and balls were still on display, Nick opened his legs and let them fall through and closed his legs over the top to try and cover-up. Shane slapped him on the thigh and told him to open his legs when Nick complied, Shane scooped Nicks’ cock and balls up from between his thighs and told Nick to close his legs. Thereby ensuring that Nicks cock and balls were on display to anyone who happened to look into the car to see.

As they were driving along the road, a truck was passing them on the inside when he the driver suddenly tooted his horn; Nick looked up instantly at the truck driver. The driver gave Nick a wink and licked his lips before blowing him a kiss and honking his horn again, and Nick went crimson with embarrassment.

When they got to the shop that Shane was looking for, he pulled into the parking lot, “ok, boi, get out of the car,” Shane said. Nick was looking very nervous, and he asked Shane if he could put his overalls on first, and Shane told him he could put them on when he got out of the car, seeing as how he liked to be outdoors naked. Nick knowing, he had no other choice got out of the car and standing by the car completely naked he reached back into the car to get his overalls out, and when he bent over, he heard someone wolf whistle behind him. Which caused Nick to stand bolt upright and once again flaming red, he looked around but couldn’t see who whistled at him. So, he leant back into the car and grabbed his overalls and hurriedly put them on before he grabbed his runners and put them on, all to the amusement of Shane.

“If you’re finished putting on a show for everyone, let’s go shopping,” Shane said with a smirk on his face as he led the way into the shop. The shop seemed to be deserted, which was probably better for poor Nick. “Um, excuse me,” Shane began with the sales assistant behind the counter. “Can I help you, sir,” the young male sales assistant behind the counter asked? “Yes, I’m after some onesies for the boi, here,” Shane said as he indicated Nick. “Certainly, sir, I think we can help you out with that. This way, please, sir,” the sales assistant said as he came out from behind the counter, and it was as they were following the sales assistant that Nick noticed at all the products looked like very large baby stuff. Nick was becoming very suspicious of what they were actually there to buy, and he had a sick feeling that he wasn’t going to like this at all.

“Here we are, sir,” the sales assistant said as he showed Shane where the onesies were, “if I can be of any more help. Just call,” the sales assistant said as he made to walk away. “Just a minute,” Shane said, stopping the sales assistant in his tracks. “Yes, sir?” the sales assistant asked as he turned back to face Shane. “What size, do I need for the boi?” Shane asked. “Hmm,” the sales assistant said as he looked Nick up and down, “I’d say the XXXL size, sir,” the sales assistant said as he rummaged through the piles of onesies and pulled one out with bunnies, rainbows, and clouds all over it. “Can he try it on?” Shane asked. “Um, certainly, sir. The changeroom is right…” “Oh, no that won’t be necessary,” Shane said cutting the sales assistant off, “will it, boi,” Shane said with emphases on the ‘boi’, and Nick, realising that he had no other option, kicked his sneaker off, and pulled the press studs of his overalls open and let it fall to the floor before he stepped out of them completely. While the sales assistants’ eyes almost bugged out of his head as he handed the onesie to Nick to put on.

Nick put his arms through the armholes and lifted the bunched-up onesie up so that he could get it over his head and pulled it down over his head and down over his chest until the opening hung down around his waist. The sales assistant stepped forward, without being asked, and kneeling in front of Nick and with very practised moves, scooped Nicks’ cock and balls up in one hand, while he pulled the back-bottom edge of the onesie through Nick’s legs and deftly pulled the front of the onesie down and clipped the press studs closed. Firmly encapsulating Nicks cock and balls inside the onesie, which now bulged obscenely at the crotch. “I’m wondering,” Shane began, “if they’re going to be able to hold?” he continued as he began to poke and prod at the crotch of the onesie. “Hmm,” the sales assistant began, as he too poked and prodded at the crotch of the onesie Shane was wearing, “we do have more heavy-duty press studs, for the more endowed ‘baby’, sir, if you like I can show them to you?”

With that, the sales assistant pulled out one of the drawers under the display and pulled out a onesie with much bigger press studs set into the material. “Well, come on, boi,” Shane said a little exasperated, “get that one off.” So, still, in full view of anyone who may come into, or walk past the shop, Nick unsnapped the press studs of the onesie he was wearing and pulled it off. At least the new one was just a single colour Nick thought as he took the onesie off the sales assistant and pulled it on, this time instead of waiting for the sales assistant to do it for him, Nick closed the bottom of the onesie. The sales assistant was right the press studs on this one were a lot bigger and heavier, “Hmm,” Shane began, “I’m wondering if they will hold closed still?” With that, the sales assistant patted Nick on the arse and told him to go for a walk around the shop, so stepping over of his overalls, Nick went for a short walk around the shop for a bit. As he walked, Nick could feel the material of the onesie working its way into the cleft of his arse, and when he arrived back with the sales assistant and Shane. Shane said that he liked the look of it very much, and as Nick reached down to undo the press studs, Shane put a restraining hand on his arm, “I think you can wear that for now.” When Shane dropped his shoulders in resignation, as he bent over to pick up his overalls, but when he went to put them on again Shane stopped him, “don’t put your overalls on, your onesie is ok for now,” Shane said with an evil smirk on his face.

“Yes,” Shane said as he turned back to the sales assistant, who was looking at Nick in his onesie with hungry eyes, “I think this one will be fine. So, I think he’ll need another six, please.” “Certainly,” said the sales assistant, as he dove back into the drawer and pulled out the requested number of onesies, all different colours, but no patterned ones, for which Nick was grateful. “Now, I don’t mean any disrespect, sir, um, but do you let him run around like that?” “Like what?” Shane asked, not understanding the sales assistant at all. “Well, sir, what if he has an ‘accident’, sir?” “Oh,” Shane replied as he thought he knew what the sales assistant was referring too, “um, I didn’t think of that, but he’s continent, and we don’t have anywhere to change him and what do we put him in?”

“If I may be so bold, sir, if you’d care to follow me,” with that the sales assistant walked off to another part of the shop, with the two boys trailing along behind him. He pulled out a box, and after undoing the fastenings, he pulled out what looked like a folding table, which he set to opening it up and set it on the floor when he’d finished. “This, sir,” the sales assistant said to Shane, “is the top end of ‘baby’ change tables. If I may, sir,” the sales assistant began with a questioning look at Shane. “Sure,” was all Shane could think to say, with that the sales assistant turned to Nick, “now, are you going to be a good boi for daddy?” Nick was about to say something, but he bit it back after he got a look at Shane’s face over the sales assistants’ shoulder. “Can you sit up here for me so that I can show your daddy all about the change table,” the sales assistant cooed at Nick, while he patted the edge of the change table, but instead of punching the sales assistant in the face, which is what he really wanted to do. He climbed up on the change table and laid on his back, without being told, and hung his legs off the edge. “Well, aren’t you the clever little boy?” the sales assistant cooed at Nick before he turned his attention back to Nick. The sales assistant launched into all the features of the changing table, from the large metal eyes that are attached to the table along the sides. The sales assistant explained that they were there if ‘daddy’ ever felt the need to secure his boi to the table while he was being changed, as well as explaining the other features of the table.

“Now, sir,” the sales assistant continued as he undid the press studs of Nick’s onesies, “there are a lot of water barrier lotions on the market to stop your boi from getting burnt from the urine. But if you would allow me to make a recommendation,” the sales assistant looked enquiringly at Shane. Shane just nodded his consent for the sales assistant to continue, as he was now mesmerised by what the sales assistant was going to do next. “I would only use a lotion that has lanolin in it; it’s derived from the fleece of sheep and is an excellent water barrier, and smells divine. Doesn’t it, sir,” the sales assistant said as he held the open bottle out for Nick to smell. Nick agreed with the sales assistant that it did smell great, “ah, yes, sir,” the sales assistant continued as he inhaled the aroma from the bottle. “It takes me back to my days of working on the family farm, my family ran sheep, and every summer, the shearers would turn up and would shear all of our sheep. I was kept busy, at first it was fetching and carrying the tar pot, and then as I got older, I had to sweep the floor of the shearing sheds and progressed on up to carrying the freshly shorn fleece from the shearers to the grading tables, and so it went on, sir. But, the best part for me was being able to escape to the cool under the floor of the shearing shed, which was built on a bit of a hill, sir, and well I won’t tell you what my duties became then sir, but let’s just say that none of the shearers ever complained…” the sales assistant said as his voice trailed off.

“Anyway, enough of my musings, sir, I’m sure you didn’t come in here to hear about my misbegotten youth,” and with that, the sales assistant turned his attention back to Nick’s exposed groin. “Now, what you want to do, sir, is pour the lotion into the well made from the palm of your hand,” the sales assistant demonstrated as he spoke, “then bring your other hand over the top and lightly coat both palms in the lotion. Then, sir, what you do is,” the sales assistant continued as he turned his attention back to Nick’s groin. “Is liberally rub the lotion, from the top edge of the bois’ pubic bush, and I’m glad to see that he’s shaved, sir, it is so much easier to keep little bois clean this way.’’ The sales assistant said as he demonstrated coating Nick’s pubic region, then applying more lotion to his hands the sales assistant picked up Nicks’ cock and began to rub the lotion into it. “Now, sir,” the sales assistant continued, “it is most important to get the lotion into all the creases and crevices, and I’ve found that this is the easiest way to do that, sir,” the sales assistant said as he was pulling and stretching out Nick’s cock. “Is by stretching the skin almost like pulling and stretching dough, sir,” under the sales assistants’ ministrations Nick ended up with a raging hard-on, “don’t worry, sir,” the sales assistant added, “it’s nothing to get embarrassed about, happens all the time. Now,” the sales assistant continued as he poured more of the lotion on his hand, “for the boi’s scrotum, sir. Again, it is essential to get it in all the nooks and crannies, sir.” With that, the sales assistant began pulling and stretching out Nick’s scrotum, much to the enjoyment of Shane. While Nicks’ face flamed red, “oh, and don’t forget to do the area of skin between the genitals and the inside of the beginning of his thighs, sir. Oh, sir, I see so many bois with burn marks here, sir, it’s such a shame,” and when the sales assistant was happy that he’d covered all of Nick’s cock and balls thoroughly. He lifted Nick’s legs up and pushed them towards his chest, “is your boi able to hold his legs for me, sir?” “Sure,” said Shane with a grin on his face, and Nick grabbed hold of his legs, just behind his knees.

“Good, god, sir,” the sales assistant exclaimed when he saw the large base of the butt plug in Nick’s arse, “well,” the sales assistant said as he recovered himself, “you can apply the lotion to the base of the butt plug as well, just for protection.” Having said that, the sales assistant rubbed lotion all over the globes of Nick’s bubble butt, which Nick thought the sales assistant was taking way too long to do. When he’d finally finished the sales assistant said, “now, sir, you can apply a nappy, in the confidence that his skin won’t get excoriated. We do have a large range of nappies for little bois,” the sales assistant said to Shane. “From ones that can be worn for a few hours to ones that can stay on all day, if sir would like…” “Um, thanks for the advice, and demonstration, but as I said he is continent.” “Hmm,” the sales assistant said, “um, if sir would care to join me at the counter,” the sales assistant said as he turned towards the counter. Nick let his legs go, so they hung over the edge of the change table, “who told you, you could move boi,” Shane growled, Nick sighed as he lifted his legs up and grabbed them behind his knees again. So, with Nick’s plugged hole and genitals on full display to anyone who cared to have a look, Shane went and joined the sales assistant at the counter. After they had spoken together quietly for what seemed like forever to Nick, Shane finally came back and told Nick he could get off the table, which he did gladly. Nick did up his press studs and went and got his overalls, and was just about to put them on when Shane stopped him. “You’re covered up. I can’t see any reason for you to wear anything else for the trip home, can you?” Shane asked, and with shoulders slumped, Nick agreed with him. So, Nick rolled up his overalls and carried them under his arm. He joined Shane at the counter just as Shane pulled Nick’s wallet out of his pocket and gave Nick’s credit card to the sales assistant to pay for the purchases. Nick noticed but knew there was no point in saying anything, and when everything was paid for the boys left the shop. They got in Shane’s car and went home.