Skin in the Game Chapter 2.
As usual, if this offends you, why are you here? This contains mostly allusions to sex, some BDSM and alcohol consumption and some water sports. Some nudity, make that lots of nudity –everyones naked. Use your imagination as to how they all look.
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Thanks to those who did write to let me know that they liked the first part. I'm hoping the second part is just as good.
I think I did get the two men a little confused in the first part. Joe supports the Packers, John supports the Bears.
Part 3
"Hey Pete," some one asked, "you never did explain how you got locked, or why your cock is locked. What's your story?"
"Its nothing much, my boyfriend lives out of town and he doesn't trust me, or should I say `we don't trust each other'?"
"Your boyfriend? I've never seen you with anyone at the bar. You're always the Lone Wolf."
"Yea, my boyfriend, Tim, lives in Colorado and when we aren't together, both of us are locked up. And we carry each other's key. Reason you haven't seen him is I go to Colorado way more often than he comes to Kenosha."
"Where's his key?"
"In a gallon of ice at the bottom of the freezer in the apartment."
"Where's your key?"
"In a gallon of ice at the bottom of the freezer in his apartment."
"When you go see him, you need to remember to bring his key with you? What if you forget?"
"Neither of us gets unlocked. Last time he was in town, he forgot to bring my key – He had gotten the ice out of the freezer on time, but left it in the water on the counter in his apartment. So when he got here, I had taken his key out to thaw. He saw it and quietly confessed that my key was sitting on the counter in Denver. I did the only logical thing, I put his key back in the freezer."
The questions kept coming rather rapid-fire and slowly Pete told the story of how he had met Tim and how Tim's job transferred him to Denver. Pete couldn't move and they've kept their relationship going for the past year by lots of flights between OHare and Denver International and email and skype... and the fact that the other man controlled if and when each could cum definitely kept them together.
All this talk about Pete's relationship and the fact that everyone in the apartment was naked and 10 men were wearing chastity devices for the first time meant that just about everyone in the apartment had at least one hand on their equipment. The few men who were not locked were sporting rather impressive hard-ons. The men who were locked were experiencing their first, well, shall we say, "caged erections."
Joe did not forget that the Bears had just lost and that he was soon to receive a well-deserved blow job from his now-caged roommate. "Hey John, get over here."
John responded in silence by walking over and kneeling in front of his roommate's cock. Dripping pre-cum, it was obvious to everyone that Joe was ready for John's ministrations. Joe simply grabbed John's ears and started slowly and quietly forcing his cock down his roommates throat. In almost no time flat, Joe was cumming down Johns throat, filling his waiting gullet with his cum. "Oh fuck, you always give the best blow jobs!" was all Joe could say as he pulled his cock out of his roommates mouth. "Now for the 17 `Penalty kicks'. You want them on your ass or balls? Or both?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No. You split the kicks between my ass and balls. So I figured I'd return the favor."
Instinctively, Johns hands went to protect his now imprisoned cock. "Not so fast!" came a chorus and four men reached out and grabbed John's arms. They led John to the kitchen table and held him face down, ass sticking out for all to see. Fred handed Joe the fraternity paddle and Joe happily started on the Penalty Kicks. The slap of wood on ass cut through the silence. The only sound was John screaming, "Fucker! Not so hard!"
"Did some one forget something?" asked Joe.
"What?"
"One. Thank You Sir. May I have another?" came the answer in unison from just about everyone in the room.
"One. Thank You Sir. May I have another?" said Joe very quietly, almost sheepishly.
"We can't hear you."
"One. Thank You Sir, May I have another? " said Joe once again, this time quite a bit louder.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.
Joe's count was getting quieter and quieter with each whack. His ass, however was getting redder and redder. At 14, John stopped and said, "Ok, Joe, stand up."
Fred asked right away, "He gets 17, doesn't he?"
"Yeah he does. 14 on his ass. And three on his balls. The same number he gave me."
Again, Joe tried to get away, but the same four men grabbed him and made him stand there and take it. John happily gave him three swats to his balls – returning the favor from last week. No man can easily take three good strong whacks to the balls and Joe was quickly curled up in the fetal position trying to comfort his abused balls.
Over the next week, the newly imprisoned slowly got used to not being able to get hard, slowly got used to having to sit to piss, slowly got used to not being able to sleep through the night. But the thought in the back of all of their minds was the simple question: "Will the Bears win next week? Do I have to stay locked another week?"
According to the weather reports on Friday, that next Sunday was going to be a beautiful Indian Summer Sunday for the Kenosha area, with temps in the 70s, and none of the men stay inside to watch the game, but they all knew that their "freedom" depended on outcome of the game. In a flurry of emails between all of the men, it was agreed that they would meet at Pete's house, just outside Paddock Lake (about 20 miles west on 75th Ave) where he had enough land, and more importantly, privacy, where they could meet, strip and enjoy the game outside naked.
Kick off for both games was at Noon Eastern. The Packers were playing the Redskins and the Bears against the Panthers. Both games were away games. The men gathered between 10 and 10:30 to set up the TVs in Pete's back yard and get everything ready for the afternoon. As they were setting up the chairs, some one commented, "With no couch, how are we going to restrain Joe and John? They've been tied up for each game so far and we can't stop that tradition."
"Already got that figured out," said Pete, pointing at the posts for the clothesline. Leading Joe and John to the poles, Pete continued, "Boys, this is where you'll be watching the game from. One standing here with his hands tied to the cross beams and the other standing at the post, again also essentially crucified. But don't worry, we will make sure you get plenty to drink and eat. You'll just have to be fed."
"Why do we have to stand here for the game? Why can't we sit on the chairs?"
"Simple. I don't have enough chairs and you two have been restrained for the other games, so this is the best way to restrain you and keep you the center of the entertainment. And besides with the bright sun, don't you want to get some good color before winter comes?"
"I'm not too thrilled about having to stand for the entire game. But I'm not gonna be let Joe out do me. If he's up for it, so am I," said John.
Having thrown down that gauntlet, a sort of a back-handed challenge to his roommate, Joe had no choice but to agree to the `seating arrangement'. Since it was already 10:45 and both were already naked, Joe still wearing the CB from last week, he walked over to the clothesline post and said, "Tie me up please, Sir." Pete quickly obliged, fastening Joes hands to the cross beam, ensuring he'd be stand there for the duration of the games. John quickly assumed the position by the other pole and was likewise tied to the pole.
"Hey, Joe," said John to this roommate, revealing just a little more about some of the not-so-vanilla conversations the two men have had. "At home, you keep saying you can take anything I can dish out to you. And you think I can't."
"Yeah? What are you getting at?"
"I see the clothes pins are still on the line behind us. For every point da Bears score, one clothes pin gets attached to your nutsack. And if the Pack scores, which they won't, one clothespin on my nutsack for every point." That little side bet sure did get the attention of most of the men gathered there.
"Go for it," was heard.
"Ouch" was also heard. About a dozen cocks, both caged and free, started growing upon hearing this challenge – Joe's and John's included.
"Your balls can take it, can't they? Or are you gonna wimp out on a challenge? Chicken? Looks like your cock is `up' for the challenge."
"Agreed. One point for my team means on clothespin on your nuts."
Both men were tied backs to the pole with their hands tied in such a way that their chests were emphasized and their broad shoulders looked even more massive. They were standing about five feet from each other both facing the TVs. They were behind the chairs that the others had set up to watch the game, but that didn't mean that Joe and John were ignored during the game. Some one was always rubbing their shoulders or playing with their nipples or slowly caressing Johns balls – making his still imprisoned cock try to grow. "Fucking A. I hate this damn cage. Getting hard in the cage hurts! Please stop," he'd beg. Only to have those pleas fall on deaf ears.
Fred had brought the urine filled bottle with the keys in it and put it on the patio to melt.
Because both games started at noon, the men decided to watch the games one quarter at a time. They were watch the first quarter of the Packers game live while DVR'ing the first quarter of the Bears game. Then switch and watch the DVR'd first quarter of the Bears game; knowing full well that they would know the results of the other game simply because of the various updates that are prevalent during the games. By the end of the first quarter, the Packers score was still 0-0. But the Bears were behind 6-0 to the Redskins. So the clothespins stayed on the line.
The second quarter was the Bears' quarter. They started the quarter with a touchdown, but missed the extra point. Six clothes pins on Joe's nutsack.
A fumble four minutes later resulted in another touchdown, and they made this extra point. Seven more clothes pins on Joe's nutsack.
"Aren't you glad you suggested the clothespins, Joe?" teased his roommate.
"Fucker" was the only thing Joe could say.
Dave, a Bears fan so his cock was currently locked, noticed that John had been moving quite a bit and had knocked some of the clothes pins off his nuts. He helpfully reattached them. But Joe's squirming was constantly knocking clothespins off. "Pete, where is that spreader bar you used on me last month? If we put that on John here, he might stop knocking the clothespins off."
"Right where we left it. Bring both of them." Dave headed in the house and was out in a couple of minutes with two spreader bars. Dave, Pete, Fred and Mark quickly attached the spreader bars to the feet of both Joe and John, stretching their feet a very uncomfortable four feet apart.
At least this way they won't be able to knock the clothespins off.
Shortly after the spreader bars were attached, the Bears scored again. This time, a field goal. Three more clothespins. Sixteen clothes pins were now attached to Joe's nuts. He had not felt this level of pain before ... and it was only the 2d quarter. They were stay attached through the rest of this quarter and all of both second halves.
The spreader bars were making standing difficult for both men, but Joe was not about to say anything. He didn't want John to get the satisfaction. Finally towards the end of the second quarter John spoke up and asked for a reprieve from the pole. Primarily because he had to take a leak and because he wasn't sure his legs could take standing like that much longer.
Pete simply answered, "Water the weeds. We've all seen you whizz before. What's the big deal?" Almost in unison both John and Joe started whizzing. It helped relieve the pain Joe was feeling "inside" but 16 clothespins on his nuts were causing quite a bit of other pain.
Their legs were still quite painful and, by the end of half-time, both Joe and John were beginning to beg for relief. None of the men comfortably seated on the chairs in front of them wanted to keep hearing their complaints, so Jay offered a solution. He didn't say anything but walked to his car and got out two gags. He walked back to Joe and John and tied them around each man's neck saying, one more word, and that will be the last word... It wasn't until the gags were tied around Joe and Johns necks did they realize the gags were urinal gags. Once in place anyone could pour anything down each mans throat and they could do nothing to prevent it... Suddenly both Joe and John stopped squirming. Maybe standing here with the spreader bars wasn't that bad. At least they didn't have to drink the spreader bars.
"Next one to say that you're uncomfortable and both of you get these treats."
Joe and John did their best to not say anything. And for the next twenty minutes they were silent. Joe broke the silence and said, "Damn spreader." With that Jay and Dave got up, and tried to put the urinal gag on John. He refused to open his mouth. Jay simply reached over and put a clothespin on John's nose. The mouth opened, the gag went in and the complaining stopped. The same process was repeated for Joe.
Now with no way to control what was poured down their throats, there were plenty of men willing to help quench their thirst. For the first couple of hours, some one had to essentially stand next to Joe and John and hold the bottle as they drank. Now, all anyone had to do was slowly pour the beer into the urinal gag and the men had no choice but to chug the entire bottle.
Now into the third quarter, Joe and John had been standing there tied to the poles for over four hours. Both men had developed quite a bit of color – even turning red in spots where the sun didn't normally shine. Neither one of them had spent much time naked outside and so this was the first time that either of them had had sunburn on their cocks.
Joe still had 16 clothespins attached to his nuts. By the end of the third quarter the Bears were winning 16-6 while the Packers game was still scoreless. Johns luck was about to run out. The Pack got the ball down to the five yard line. John figured he would be able to get out of this game with no clothes pins on his balls. The Pack had been in this situation five times previously during the game. But this time they managed to score a touchdown on a fourth and goal play. Six clothespins were attached to his now sunburned balls. The Pack missed the extra point.
Joe started gloating – his roommate finally had some clothespins on his balls. But his gloating didn't last long. As soon as the fourth quarter started, the Bears scored again and got the extra point and Joe had another 7 clothespins on his now sunburned balls.
Joe's gloating didn't last long. In under five minutes, thanks to four missed blocks on one play, which lead to a Redskins touchdown and a fumble on the kick off return, the Redskins went from losing 6-0 to winning 13-6. Which was the final score. Joe suddenly went from gloating to locked. His Pack had let him down.
John, on the other hand, was able to start gloating when his Bears maintained their lead well into the fourth quarter. And even though they allowed a last minute touchdown by the Panthers, they were still victorious. He would soon be unlocked and his cock knew it. It started to grow in the cage.
By the time the games ended, Joe and John had been standing there in the bright sun for about six hours. Both men were red from head to toe. Joe was well aware off what else was coming for him. 23 lashes and giving his roommate a blow job. He didn't mind the blow job – in fact he was looking forward to that. He hadn't been able to enjoy his roommates sweet cock all week. He was not looking forward to the 23 paddles.
As soon as the game ended, Mark took the gags off of both men. Both enjoyed the freedom of being able to move their mouths again. But before anyone untied the two men so that Joe could give his roommate the blowjob, John spoke up and asked for the bottle that held the keys. John offered his roommate a deal. Joe could chose between the 23 lashes he deserved or drinking the two liters of urine which had been holding the keys for the past week.
The now public BJ Game that the two had enjoyed for several years was starting to bring out the Dom in both men.
Joe's eyes widened at the sound of the offer. He had never drank urine before, but he was not relishing the idea of 23 lashes on his sunburned back. He didn't say anything at first.
John prodded him by saying, "Ten seconds to make up your mind. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five." Slowly counting down to Zero. "What's it gonna be? Lashes or drink? Four. Three."
Quietly, Joe answered, "Drink." The pain of 23 lashes on his sun burned back far outweighed the Yuck factor of drinking two liters of urine. At least he reasoned to himself, the taste would be out of his mouth well before the pain would have been over on his back.
The gag went back in this mouth and Mark slowly poured the 2 liters down Joe's throat. Joe drank it all and was very happy when he finished the last drop. Yes, he was tempted to toss his cookies but he took his punishment like a man and swallowed every drop.
Both Joe and John were untied from the poles and helped to nearby chairs. Once the gag was out of Joe's mouth he quickly asked for and as given a beer to rinse out his mouth.
The Bears fans in the group quickly found their keys and unlocked themselves. Ten locked cocks quickly became 10 unlocked erections. And nine of them quickly started jacking off. None of them had been locked before – none had gone a week without cumming since they had entered puberty. John was the exception, he was waiting for his roommate to kneel before him and suck his now free, sunburned and erect cock.