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Part 3
Joe knelt down after chugging two beers – anything to get that urine taste out of his mouth and kindly, almost sweetly, kissed his roommates hard on. John didn't want any of that foreplay. His cock was hard, he was horny and he wanted to shoot his load down his roommates throat. He roughly grabbed Joe's ears and pulled his head on to his cock and started fucking his room mates face. It had been quite some time since he had face fucked his roommate so violently, but neither man cared. Joe just wanted to get it over and John just wanted to cum.
In about five minutes it was over; John shot one of the largest loads he had ever unloaded in his room mate. He just stood there for a second after shooting. Still holding his roommates ears, keeping his now softening cock in Joe's mouth, he stood there like he was waiting for permission to let go.
Joe knew what he was doing – John was going to give him another drink. And sure enough, the flow started after about a minute and Joe started drinking his roommates piss as quickly as he could. Now Joe had not drunk urine before today – now this was the second time in under 20 minutes. Because of the amount of beer John had drunk, it was mostly water, but it was still urine...
Once all the Packer fans were locked back up, the men were sitting around drinking as the sun slowly set in the west. Some of them slowly got dressed as the temp started to sink and the conversation started to head to next week. Where was next week's game gonna be? Mark checked the schedule on his phone and said that the Dolphins would be at Lambeau at noon on the 17th and the Seahawks would be at Soldier Field at the same time.
John quickly added that he and Joe would be continuing their bets during the games. The pain for the clothespins on his balls still had not completely subsided. "But," he continued, "its time for everyone to really get invoved. Having our cocks locked if our team loses is one thing – but, I'm thinking its time to up the ante even further."
"How much further?"
"Pete, you seem to have a little play room down stairs. You got any other toys we can use? Whips, floggers, something like that?"
"Sure I do. Plenty of them. Got 3 cat o nines and a couple of tawses. Why?"
"Can you bring them with next week? Starting next week every time your team gets scored against, you get that number of whips. Lets all start putting more skin in the game."
"So we don't just get to watch you and Joe take it?" asked Mark.
"No, as John's proposing it, we're risking our backs during the game and our cocks for the next week," answered Pete. A few other men chimed in, but there was general agreement that all had enjoyed watching Joe and John take the punishments but it was time to share in the fun.
During this conversation, all of the men with the exception of Joe and John had gotten dressed. Neither Joe nor John wanted to consider putting clothes on their sunburned bodies.
Dave added one more aspect to next week's games. "Why don't we all get a parachute and weights for our balls. Each time our time gets scored against, in addition to the whips, more weight on the balls? Just like the clothespins today?"
"Parachute? What's that?" asked Mark, the pizza delivery man.
"Simple," Dave explained. It's a leather circle that goes around your balls with chains that hang down to which weights are added.
"Fuck, that could hurt. How much weight? Not sure mine can take that much."
"There's one way to find out," said Pete. "Strip and stand there. I'll go get a parachute and some weights for you to try right now."
Mark wasn't quite sure what to do. He didn't mind being naked when the other men were naked, but he had never been the only one naked in front of other clothed men before. He took off his shirt, folded it and put It on the chair behind him. His shoes and socks were next. He hesitated before taking off his jeans. And stood there just wearing his boxers. By this time, Pete was back holding a lunch bag sized bag.
"Those have to go to."
Mark pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. He was quite the eye candy. At 5'7" and 150 lbs, he was naturally hairless. He had a good body, it looked like he took care of himself but was not a gym rat. There was no six pack and his arms while defined were not muscle bound. He was, well, in all senses of the word, average. His brown hair was short—a little longer than a traditional crew cut but not so long that he had to worry about combing it constantly.
"Pete, before you put the parachute on him," Dave said. "I've got a couple of questions for our test subject."
"Such as?" asked Mark.
"What's your story?" queried Dave. "You brought some pizzas to our first gathering and, on a lark, you got invited. You didn't know any of us, now you're standing bare assed naked and sporting a rather impressive hard on, I might add, risking your manhood with men you barely know."
Mark moved his hands down to try to cover his cock. Joe said, "Not so fast. Hands behind your head, Mark." Joe walked around behind him and grabbed his hands and tied his hands behind his back using Mark's belt. "Let's make a little game out of it. We'll play 20 questions. And for every answer you give that we think is a lie, you get some weight on your balls. Pete, how much weight did you bring out?"
"I think there's about 20 weights in this bag. About ten pounds total."
"That's plenty. And for every answer you get right, you can walk around the deck. With the parachute on."
Mark thought to himself, that can't be that bad. I'm used to walking.
Dave suggested that Pete put the parachute on and start with just one pound.
"First question: Full name?"
"Mark David Kurowski"
"Address?"
"4013 Washington Blvd, Kenosha WI 53143"
"Phone?"
"262.555.4853"
"email?"
"mdkurowski1@gmail.com"
Those questions came too fast for him to take his lap, so he started on lap around the deck. With that pound swinging between his legs he could not walk very fast. And with his hands restrained behind his back he could not stop the weight from swinging.
Getting back to the starting point, the questions resumed. "Gay or Straight?"
He paused just a second before answering, "Straight". Without hesitation, Dave added a 1 lb weight to the parachute. "What's that for?"
"I don't believe you," answered Dave.
"Not much I can do to convince you, is there?"
"Dating anyone?"
"Oh, shit... Yes." He said quietly.
"What did she say about the cage last week?"
"She wasn't too happy, but I explained the wager. She loved it. She's a Packer fan." By now Mark is walking very very slowly.
"She know you're here naked watching the game?"
"Yes. I told her all about it."
Another pound gets added.
"She like the idea you're hanging out naked with a bunch of naked gays?"
"She wasn't too thrilled about it, but she figured it was the only way to get the cage off my cock. Okay, guys, now that you've demonstrated what a parachute is, can I take this goddamn thing off my balls?"
"You coming back next week?"
"Yes."
"You bringing the girlfriend so she can watch you get whipped when the Bears lose?" Once that question was asked, four men reached for the weight bag.
"okay...that's a dangerous question. Can I?"
There was no small amount of conversation to that question, but the consensus was that he should bring her next week. In fact, if he doesn't bring her, he starts the day with 2 pounds on his parachute and five lashes.
"She does understand that all of us will be naked?"
"Yes She does." By now, the one minute trip around the deck is taking Mark five minutes.
Joe unties Mark's hands and lets him get dressed.
"We will be seeing you next week with your girlfriend. What's her name?"
"Denise."
"Let Denise know she can stay fully clothed while the fun occurs around her.
The following Sunday, October 17, was another miraculous Indian Summer Day and the usual suspects met at Pete's house at 11:00 to watch the games. Both games were at noon. As the men gathered, there was quite a bit of discussion if Denise would show. By 11:30, most of the men had agreed that Mark wasn't going to show – that Denise had laid down the law and had said he could not come back. When Mark alone arrived at 11:45, some of the men were disappointed, but most had figured that he'd be alone. "Where's Denise?"
"She decided not to come today. I tried to talk her into coming, which is why I'm late."
"You do realize what that means. You start with a two pound penalty."
"I was hoping you would have forgotten that."
"No such luck ... and an extra five lashes. So strip and get ready – games about to start." Mark stripped as quickly as he could. And as always he hesitated before dropping the boxers. Seeing this, John reached into the pocket of his jeans, sitting on the table next to him and with one quick motion, sliced the boxers from top to bottom.
"Won't have that problem any more, now will we?"
Dave put the parachute on him and attached the two pound weight to the chain. At first Dave held the weights near Mark's navel, but then let them drop, letting Mark get the full effect of the weights falling. With that Mark was led to the clothesline where Pete had previously attached two sets of handcuffs. So each man could be secured if/when his team let the other team score.
The walk to the clothesline was slow – that two pound swinging between his legs got heavier with each step. As he walked his cock jutted almost obscenely out in front of him. As soon as Dave dropped the weights , Marks cock sprang to full erection all eight inches of it. "No wonder Denise likes him!"
Mark got to the clothesline and put his hands on the cross bar, declining the cuffs. Pete grabbed the cat o nine and gave him one good lash across his back. Mark tried not to move, knowing any movement would be transmitted immediately to his balls.
"Thank you Sir may I have another?"
Quickly came the second lash.
"Thank you Sir may I have another?"
After the third lash, Mark could not stand still and the weights were swinging wildly between his legs. He reached for the handcuffs himself knowing that he would not be able to stand for the final two lashings.
Mark slowly walked back to the chairs and was about to sit down when Joe calmly told him, "Once you've got weights, you stand for both games." With that Mark just found out he'd have at least two pounds hanging from his balls for the next four hours.
The Packer cocks were already locked up, having lost last week's game. So the addition of the parachute made the cages that much more of a pain.
Every one was hoping for a low scoring game. They started with watching the first quarter of the Packer game. The Packer fans knew it would be a long day when the Dolphins sprang to an immediate 7-0 lead due to a fumble on the kick-off return. Game got paused and the Packer fans got the 7 lashes and 1 pound weights.
No sooner had the game resumed that the Packers fumbled on the kick off again, allowing the Dolphins to score again. And it was only five minutes into the first quarter. Seven more lashes and another pound. Needless to say, the Packer fans were standing very very still.
The quarter ended with the Dolphins ahead 14-0.
The Bears game remained scoreless for the first half and the Packers managed to keep the Dolphins from scoring at all during the second quarter.
The Bear fans were bragging fairly loudly during half time. About how they could sit and enjoy the game without weights hanging from their nuts. But their smug talking ended quickly as the Seahawks scored a touchdown on the kick off return, as well as on their first two possessions in the third quarter. A missed extra point on the 3rd touchdown meant that the Bears were losing 20-0 . And everyone was in danger of being caged as they left Pete's house that day.
Joe was more than happy to provide the requisite lashes for John and the other Bear fans.
Neither the Bears or the Packers could buy a point in the third quarter. The Dolphins did add another touch down, but a missed extra point brought the score to 20-0. Another pound and six more lashes for Joe and the other Packer fans.
A field goal by the Dolphins made the score 23-0 as the third quarter ended.
The Bear fans weren't saying much knowing that their team was also scoreless. As the fourth quarter started, the Bears were behind by 20 and the Packers were behind by 23.
The fourth quarters belonged to the home teams. The Packers managed to score three touchdowns on their first three possessions of the quarter, but missed one extra point, bringing them to within 3 points of tieing the game. But a last second Hail Mary pass to the end zone was incomplete resulting in a Packer loss and a second week in chastity for the Packer fans.
The Bears allowed the Seahawks to get within scoring range and did allow a field goal, making their score 23-0 within the first five minutes of the beginning of the 4th quarter. But that's when the Bears awoke. They scored two field goals and two touch downs shortly there after, bringing the score to 23-20 – matching the Packers score. And that's where the Bears game ended.
Both home teams losing 23-20. Everyone was happy to remove the parachutes, no one was happy to lock their cocks back up. Each man dutifully locked himself up and dropped the key into the two liter bottles which they had been filling with piss all day. These bottles were promptly placed in the freezer for next week.