Brian's body was slick with sweat as he rowed himself faster against his electronic opponent. He loved games, and he loved sweat; the opportunity to combine the two was thrilling. He smiled softly to himself as he watched the screen in front of him. He had beaten the LifeRower machine by a full length. His power and speed were increasing each week.
Rising from the machine, he spotted Frank across the room. He and Frank didn't know each other well; they'd bumped into each other a few times at the gym, spotted each other at a few hotS/Mparties in town, but that was the extent of it. Brian had noticed Frank admiring his body from time to time. That was fine. Not only did Brian enjoy being admired, but he was pleased that a stud like Frank would enjoy his body. He'd always hoped the two of them would get together.
He waved as Frank came over. "You're _f_u_c_k_ing incredible!" Frank said.
"How's that?"
"I've never seen anyone so into competition. Are you always like that?"
"You bet. The higher the stakes, the harder I work."
Frank smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah? I may have to take you up on that sometime."
Brian was intrigued. He felt his _c_o_c_k_ start to fill in his shorts, and decided not to let this moment pass him by. "I'll bite. Whata do ya mean?"
"Well, Brian, sometimes my slave and I take in a third party for a little competition. Highest stakes around: winner take all!"
Brian was feeling his _c_o_c_k_ fill his shorts...what an offer! "Who's your slave? Have I seen him here?"
"He's here now. Over there," Frank pointed, "behind the dumbell racks."
Brian spotted him. Christ, what a hunk! The kid was about 23, blonde, blue, and tan. About 5' 10", maybe 160 pounds. Smooth skin, well-defined. The kind of guy who was the star of every team in high school, and gave the girls (and guys) wet crotches in college. Brian thought about this boy and Frank, who was around 26, 6' tall, swarthy, muscled, and dangerous. Brian then thought about the hardon becoming increasingly visible under his shorts.
Frank had noticed, too. "Glad you like the idea. When's a good time?"
"No time like the present. Let's do it!"
"No problem, Brian. OK if we don't shower? I like the sweat."
Brian answered by picking up his towel and heading for the door. Frank followed. Suprisingly enough, the boy followed immediately behind Frank. Brian hadn't even seen him paying attention. "Alert dude." he thought. Frank and his slave only lived a few blocks away, so the three of them ran to the house. Within 15 minutes, the three of them were sitting around the kitchen table working on a deal.
"Usually," Frank began, "I send George here out to the clubs to find somebody to bring home for me. We determine how the competition's gonna work. Usually, George goes against the guy. If George wins, I work them both over; if George looses, then the other guy and I work George over...and I get pretty nasty when George dissappoints me."
George nodded his head.
Brian mulled the idea for a while. "Frank, I don't want to seem selfish, but I'd rather play for higher stakes."
"What's that?"
"Well, the way you've described it, I either get half a working over or half a slave. I'd rather we up the ante; if I lose, the two of you get me for the rest of the day; if I win, I get the two of you. How's that?"
Fred's interest was piqued. "Sure, on one condition: I decide on the game the two of you play to determine the winner. I promise it's fair. And, when we say Anything, let's make sure we have the same idea. George and I have been sharing each other's fluids all along; that's no problem. But we don't want to compromise that situation. You won't get any from us, and we won't take any from you. Beyond that, though, the sky's the limit. No safewords, no backing out. No choice. Deal?"
"Deal. Let's go. Where do we start?"
"This way." Frank rose out of the kitchen and down the hall. Brian and George eagerly followed behind him. They entered a spare room. "OK, everybody...it's Party time; take off your clothes and leave 'em in the hall."
Once they were naked, Frank explained the game. He pointed to a rectangular frame on one side of the room. "Here's the deal. Brian, I'm gonna tie you spread-eagle to this frame. I've got an alarm clock here that we'll set to go off in a half-hour. If you cum in that half hour, you're ours; if you don't, then we're yours."
Brian slid over to the frame and stretched his limbs to the edges of the frame. "Hungry _f_u_c_k_er, ain't he?" Frank asked. George quietly responded with a knowing wink. In no time at all, Brian was securely strapped within the frame. George pullled a rubber from the cabinet and slid it over Brian's thickening _d_i_c_k_, then knelt at his feet as Frank set the alarm. "Ready... set... NOW!" George immediately opened his mouth, inhaling Brian's meat down his throat. Brian instinctively moaned. "Yeah," Frank murmured from behind him, "I taught 'im real well. Let's see how good you are, _f_u_c_k_er." Frank slid closer behind him, sliding his huge _c_o_c_k_ against Brian's asscrack.
George, meahwhile, was literally swallowing Brian's _c_o_c_k_ down his throat, purposely gagging on it, squeezing it with his throat. Brian's balls were already filling, and he still had at least 25 minutes to go.
Soon, Frank inserted a finger into Brian's ass. His hungry hole snapped at the intruder, swallowing it inside him. Frank slowly slid inside, aiming for Brian's enlarged prostate. Finding it, he added another finger while softly purring into into Brian's ear. "Mmmmm... you're one hot _f_u_c_k_er, Brian. Bet those balls of yours are ready to spill, man. Yeah, babe, I bet you're just achin to shoot that heavy load." Brian's legs were trembling from the tension. Once Frank had two fingers inside Brian's ass, he slowly tweaked his prostate. Brian gasped at the sensation; it was as if Frank were beating off his _c_o_c_k_ from the inside. "Yeah, Brian, pretty intense, huh. Don't worry, man; you haven't seen anything yet!" And with that, George increased the pressured sucking on his meat, practicly pulling the cum out of his _c_o_c_k_. Brian eyed the clock; still 20 minutes to go.
"Let's see how good you really are." Frank whispered obscenely into his ear. He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his sheathed _c_o_c_k_, just sliding the head in and out of Brian's asslips. With every intrusion, Brian gasped. "Make it easy on yourself, man," Frank suggested, "just empty those heavy balls, man." He stopped teasing his asshole and slowly filled Brian's ass with his pole.
"Just 10 more minutes" Brian thought. But Frank wasn't making it easy. After his _c_o_c_k_ had fully stretched Brian's ass, he licked his fingers and starting fingering Brian's erect nipples. With his other hand, he pushed George's face further into Brian's crotch. He then used the hand to match George's sucking rhythm to his own _f_u_c_k_ing. Brian's drenched body trembled from the tremendous sensations.
With five more minutes on the clock, Frank increased the tempo. "C'mon, Boy. Make this _f_u_c_k_er cum, or else your ass is on the line!" With that, the boy once again intentionally gagged on Brian's _c_o_c_k_, massaging it with his throat. Brian threw his head back, moaning. "You haven't seen it all yet, sugar. Do it, George!" George responded: with Brian's _c_o_c_k_ still deep within his thoat, he stuck out his tongue to the point of licking the bottom and back of Brian's tender balls. Brian screamed, convulsing as his juices shot out of his scrotum. While Brian came, George leaned back, letting Frank see the juices filling up the rubber.
"You know what to do, George," Frank instructed. George smiled lewdly and went back to sucking Brian's _d_i_c_k_ with renewed vigor. "NO! Christ! Make him STOP!" Brian was desparately trying to free himself from the human pump on his tender _c_o_c_k_. The sensitive nerves on his meat were on fire from the boy's insistent mouth.
"No way, man. You're such a hot stud. And George is hungry for ya'. He'll suck on that thing until you faint. How many loads you think you got in ya', anyway?" Once again, Frank stated to tease Brian's nipples. In no time at all, Brian was shooting a second load into the condom. George didn't even flinch, but increased his fury to get a third load on the way.
Frank, sensing Brian would need a little push, handed a tube to George. "This should warm things up a little, babe!" Brian lowered his head as George began applying Ben Gay to his balls. Icy fingers crept up into his gut; he screamed as those fingers turned to fire. Frank started pushing his _c_o_c_k_ against Brian's prostate, bringing him even closer to a third orgasm. George brought his hand up to Brian's crotch, holding the balls tightly, fanning the flames that burned deep inside. Brian felt the burning spread from his balls to his _c_o_c_k_ as load number three was pumped out of him. Frank's fingernails dug deep into his nipples as his cum -- like hot acid -- shot from his balls. Unable to catch his breath, he gasped. Frank brought his lips against Brian's ears. "You are one incredible _f_u_c_k_."
"Please, Sirs," Brian spat out, "no more. Please!"
"Not a chance, babe. My _c_o_c_k_ loves the way your ass squeezes it each time you shoot. You're not done until I shoot up your ass. And I'm not moving an inch. You'd better get moving, Brian!"
Brian, tenuously balanced in this spread position, began shoving his ass against Fred's huge _c_o_c_k_. Every foward motion lunged him deeper into George's hungry mouth. He felt a fourth load on the way, and began to pump Fred's meat as quickly as he could.
Unfortunately, the faster and harder he pumped Fred's pole, the harder and faster he rammed into George's face. George, in revenge, savagely wrenched Brian's gonads. "AAArrrgrghh!"
As close as he already was, Brian came again. But this time, the tremors seemed to start deep within his body. Frank felt them, too. "Holy _f_u_c_k_! How did you learn that? Oh, God....Yeah....I'm Cumming!" As Brian felt Frank's load pumping into his ass, he unleased yet another load into the rubber, and passed out.
He awoke some time later, to feel Geoge emptying the rubber onto his face, rubbing the juice into his skin. He looked at his crotch; his balls were in a parachute harness, suspending an empty bucket beneath them.
"I bet our guest is thirsty, George; get him a large glass of cool water!" The blonde boy fetched the glass, and was soon lifting it to Brian's lips. "Drink it, Brian. All of it." Brian gulped it down; he WAS thirsty. "George, get him a couple more glasses. And some for us, too." A second glass was soon being poured into Brian. "Drink them both down, buddy." Frank enouraged.
Soon Brian felt the urge to piss. He already knew what was about to happen; the only receptacle for the piss was hanging from his balls! He held back, and the urge began to pass. Unfortunately for him, however, Frank and George were both downing their second glasses as well.
"Christ, I'm thirsty as hell, Brian, but somehow this stuff is going right through me. You don't mind if I take a leak right here, do ya?" Frank aimed his _d_i_c_k_ at the bucket and unloaded his bladder. Brian was mesmerized, following the yellow water into the bucket beneath his balls. By the time Brian was finished his balls felt a slight pulling from the weight. Nothing too uncomfortable -- yet.
"Permission to piss, Sir?" George requested. "Help yourself, boy." George stood before Brian, leering at him, and aimed his slave_c_o_c_k_ at Brian's meat. Brian soon felt the hot fluid rushing over his crotch and into the bucket, straining his balls even further. The sensation inspired his own bladder, and soon he was adding to the pressure by pissing into the bucket.
Frank and George didn't stop drinking. Brian watched, moaning, as they downed glass after glass of water. "Good stuff, Brian; it cleans out your system!" The bucket kept getting heavier and heavier; Brian's balls were being pulled farther and farther away from his body. By the time the bucket was half full, he was grimacing in agony. As the piss rose higher and the bucket grew heavier, Brian was soon moaning. Eventually, the bucket was nearly full. Brian was sheathed in sweat. His gut was trembling from the pain.
Frank stood before him. "Tell ya what, guy. If you drink a half gallon of water for me right now, we'll release the bucket as soon as it's full. Other- wise, we'll empty it, and start over, refilling it. Of course, maybe you'd like it that way?" he asked, yanking on the bucket.
"No, SIR!" Brian gasped. "Please, Sir, give me the water!"
George filled glass after glass of water for Brian. A half gallon is a lot, but Brian decided it was no problem against the slow crushing of his testicles. As he was gulping down the last few drops, Frank folded his meat under itself and tied it securely, denying Brian any chance of pissing. Then he and his boy sat back and watched Brian suffer as the water passed through his body and into his bladder.
"Permission to piss, Sir?" George requested.
"No, boy. Let's not end the party too soon! As a matter of fact, I've got to take a leak myself." Frank then aimed his _c_o_c_k_ back into the bucket. "Nah, changed my mind. Boy, come over here and drink my piss!" Brian helplessly watched, his own bladder straining for relief, his balls nearly bursting from the pressure, as Frank's piss, which would have ended his ordeal, flowed into his slave's throat. He sobbed.
"What's the matter, wimp? Can't take it? Christ, what a pussy! Go ahead, boy, piss and make this _f_u_c_k_er's day."
George unloaded his bladder, overflowing the bucket. Brian moaned as they unfasted the parachute. George emptied the bucket over Brian's head, drenching him in piss. Brian felt something sliding into his butt, and knew he was still in store for more. Frank came around from behind him, holding a rubber tube of some kind. He untied Brian's _c_o_c_k_ and unrolled the tube over the head. Brian couldn't help but piss into the tube; he felt his urine filling his ass!
While he pissed, George was fumbling behind him. When he finished, Frank began pulling the tube from his ass. "Don't spill a drop, or you're dogmeat." George then shoved a plug into his hole. The plug was apparently attached to a board of some kind; he felt the rough wood against his ass. George then attached hooks on either side of the plug to chains on either side of Brian. Frank unfastened his ankles from the frame and to the underside of the wooden plank. Brian was essentially on a swing, his ass plugged and full of his own piss.
Frank tied a leather harness around his balls. Brian pleaded. "Please, man, not my nuts again! They're still sore from before!"
"No limits, man. No safewords. You're mine. And if you can't take it, you should have thought about that before you agreed." Frank attached a leash to the harness and stood about 5 feet in front of him. "Remember when you were a kid, Brian? I bet you loved swings, didn 'cha? Have one in the backyard? Well, buddy, we're gonna have fun now!" With that, he yanked on the chain, pulling Brian toward him by his nuts. Brian howled. "C'mon, boy! Swing for me!"
When Brian was pulled as far as the swing would allow, Frank released the chain, sending Brian flying back. His bowels cramped as his piss enema rushed inside him. "C'mon, kid! Swing! Or else I'll just keep helping you out!" He picked up the chain and began yanking it foward again.
Brian tried to use his body weight to swing further, thereby relieving some of the pressure from his orbs. His legs, teathered to the swing, were useless; he leaned foward, then back, to increase the arc of his swinging. It didn't help much, and caused his guts to ache from the enema as it churned inside him. It was basicly a trade off; pressure on his nuts or churning in his guts.
"Please, Sir! Please, enough!" Brian's nuts, sensitive from their earlier ordeal, felt like they were about to pop. His bowels ached to the point where he wished he could push out the plug. But it was no use.
"Tell ya what, kid. It's been a while since I've let my boy cum. I'll stand him over here in front of you. You get him to shoot his load, and we're done with you. How's that?"
"Yes, Sir!" George stood naked about three feet away from Brian, hands clasped behind his head. Brian wondered what to do. He then began to swing on his own, churning the fluids in his gut, in an effort to get close enough to suck on George's _c_o_c_k_. No way. Just too far. He sighed, knowing this was part of the plan.
"Please Sir, please swing me. Please pull on my nuts, Sir?" Frank was happy to oblige, and Brian braced himself as his body was pulled foward by his balls. He leaned foward, licking the tip of the rubber around George's _c_o_c_k_, when Frank let go.
"Please, Sir? Please hold me by my nuts so I can suck your slave's _c_o_c_k_? Please, Sir?" If Frank wanted a bottom, he was getting a bottom!
"Sorry, kid. I'm not doing all the work for you. I'll pull you up; staying in place is your problem." He yanked Brian within range again.
Brian was at a loss; his arms and legs were useless in getting a hold on George. He was entirely at Frank's mercy. He noted that Frank was showing some mercy, holding him in place for a while before letting go of the chain and sending him sailing backwards. After about 20 minutes or so, he saw George's breath getting shallow and realized he was getting close. "Thank God that Frank doesn't let this boy cum too often," Brian thought, "or else I'd be here for weeks!"
Frank saw how close George was too, and wouldn't let Brian get on his _c_o_c_k_ for more than a couple of seconds before releasing him, then pulling on his balls again. He also stopped pulling him close to George, making Brian lean painfully foward against the plug in his ass to get a taste of George's _c_o_c_k_.
Brian was in agony, his piss sloshing back and forth against the walls of his ass, his balls pulling his body foward time after time. The bastard wouldn't let him stay on that _c_o_c_k_ for more than a second or two.
Then, using a trick he'd just learned earlier that day, he inhaled George's _c_o_c_k_ and stuck out his tongue, licking and sucking on the slave's balls. That did it! George moaned as Frank released the chain. Brian saw George's pulsating _c_o_c_k_ fill the rubber as he slid back.
George shot an incredible load, aching to finish himself off with his had. His Master wouldn't allow that, however, so he grimaced as he pushed the hot cum out of his balls. Brian was transfixed by the sight, but was in agony himself from the load in his ass.
Frank unfastened the chains from the board and pulled the plug from his ass. The bucket, still underneath him, caught the enema as it flowed from his butt. Brian collapsed on the floor in relief.
"Next time...." he thought. "Next time, I win!"