Betting it all

Title: Betting it all
Author: Robert Spencer
Link: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/betting-it-all/betting-it-all-1

Part 1

Jeff and I have been friends for years. You could not find two guys who are more different than we are. Jeff is 5'9", 250 pounds, pudgy, bald and bearded, quiet, and a big fan of sex and pornography. He may be a fan but he has little dating or sexual experience. I on the other hand am 5'11", 170 pounds, with blonde hair, a motor-mouth, with little interest in porn but big interests in dating and sex. For the past ten years, Jeff had been stuck listening to all of my stories about the numerous female conquests I've gathered up from college and work. Jeff would then usually comment that most of his evenings were spent jerking off while watching porno tapes. With my wit, it's easy to mock him about his lack of pussy. He's usually a pretty good sport about it.

Once or twice a month Jeff will visit me for the weekend. Most of our time is spent watching hockey, going to the movies, or dueling at video games. This past January, Jeff was over and we decided to spend most of the snowy day playing video games. Now, aside from his lack of sex, Jeff is also pathetic when it comes to video games. I had managed to thrash him in every game that weekend. Trust me, they weren't even close! What started me on my way was the fact that Jeff is not a very good loser. And, being a typical guy, I had to send quite a bit of verbal mocking his way. Sometimes I think how differently things may have played out if I'd just shut my mouth but...

"Ok wise guy," Jeff finally said, "Let's make a bet on who wins the next game."

"Sure thing," I said.

Jeff continued, "Fine. The winner gets to name their prize."

We shook on it.

My mind was already thinking money. "Good," I said laughing. "If I win I think I'll be adding $50 to my collection".

"No problem," Jeff said. He took a long pause and added, "But if I win, you have to give me a blow job."

"What!” I was shocked. A few times in my life the thought of sucking a guy's dick had crossed my mind but I was 100% into women! "That seems a bit extreme. Pick something else."

He played it cool. "Hey, you shook on it. I didn't whine when you wanted $50. Seems to me you've got the safer end, I haven't won shit with this crappy controller all weekend. But if you're going to be a pussy about it."

I never back down from a challenge so I added, "Oh no you don't! you're not patronizing me! Not on your life. Fine, your wager is accepted. Let's get this bet going.” After all, I was riding a terrific unbeaten streak.

Either the thought of what I had waged was on my mind or else the fates must have suddenly aligned against me, because fifteen minutes later...I LOST!

So, there we were sitting in my living room. For the first time all-day I was silent. Jeff, however, had a smug grin on his face as he got up and closed the blinds to my windows and balcony door. As I sat on the floor, I was so stunned that I paid little attention as Jeff pulled off his shirt and began removing his shoes and socks. It was the sound of his zipper that snapped me out of my trance. Shocked I looked over to see Jeff slowly dropping his blue jeans around his ankles. He had a very hairy body with a fairly large beer belly hanging over his old and stretched-out jockey shorts. My eyes were caught somewhere between the large bulge in his shorts and that permanent smile that was plastered across his lips.

"Ok," Jeff said. "I'm ready to collect on our bet." As he said this, Jeff stepped out of his jeans and pointed to the ever-growing bulge in his drawers.

Staying low to the floor, I crawled over in front of Jeff. I was slow anbout it because I hoped that any second Jeff was going to say, "Gotcha! I was just kidding." The actual words that came out of his mouth were, "You'll need to remove those on your own." Pointing to his only remaining piece of clothing. There were butterflies in my stomach as I kneeled in front of Jeff. It was alot to take in. I never noticed how hairy and wide Jeff was until he towered over me almost completely nude. He bulging drawers were only inches from my face.

"Come on Jeff, you sure you want this?” I was trying anything to get out of this bet. "I mean, with all the porn you watch. I know you're not gay. You don't want me to suck your cock."

Jeff looked down at me and smiled. "Mitch, gay has nothing to do with it. I'm horny and I want my cock sucked. Now."

I shakily reached up and began sliding his underwear off. I only got them a few inches down before his hard cock managed to get hooked on the strap. I adjusted the tension on the band and managed to get them down to his feet, thankfully without actually having to touch his member. The thought of his dick being in my mouth was a little more than I could fathom. I spent a long time looking down at the carpet and Jeff's feet. Unfortunately, Jeff didn't feel like backing out. When I looked forward, I was only inches from a thick bushel of dark pubic hair that was surrounding Jeff's enormous girth. It was rock solid and pointing due north about 8 inches. Like Jeff, it was fat! The head was pink and widening with each passing second. Underneath his cock were two monster balls hanging low.

Long moments of silence passed. "Well," Jeff said. "You're not going to back out are you?"

"No," I said quietly.

"Good.” Jeff's cock gave a couple eager twitches as he purposely tensed his muscles. It made him laugh as I jumped a bit back.

Nervously I said, "But I've never given a blow job before."

"I know," Jeff said. "I've had to listen to you brag about all the girls who've sucked your dick these past ten years. Over and over, that's all I'd hear. It pissed me off because the only action I was getting was when I jacked off. Well, this is my chance to shut you up, because my cock's going to be crammed in your mouth.” He reached down with one hand and pointed his dick towards my mouth. "You're probably nervous so I'll help you out."

With that, Jeff placed his other hand on the back of my head and directed me towards the tip of his fat cock. As I closed in I decided to simply accept my fate and open my mouth. I was amazed at how hot his rod was as it slid into my mouth. It was dry and tasted strange, but my mouth quickly added some natural moisture to the shaft.

I slowly began moving my head forward and back. It slid a little deeper with each motion. With my eyes closed I could picture the tip of Jeff's dick sliding further and further down my throat. Jeff let go of the back of my head and instructed me to continue bobbing with the same rhythm.

A few minutes passed and I could feel his rigid shaft now slick with my spit. The nervous tension was leaving me. I heard a moan and realized for the first time that Jeff was enjoying my work. I decided to open my eyes. I looked up and met his eyes. As Jeff stared down into my eyes he told me,

"This is the first blow job I've ever gotten. I love the look of my cock in your mouth!” This really made me feel good. I suddenly decided to put a little more effort into my work. Our eyes remained locked as I began slurping on what I began to think of as a luscious tool.

I pulled his shaft from my mouth and began pumping it hard with my hand. As I did this I leaned lower and began savagely licking at Jeff's huge nuts. I loved the feel of his balls as they rolled around on my tongue. His smell was deep and musky. I tried to breathe in as much of it as I could. Meanwhile, my hand continued pumping on his long hard length.

Jeff was rocking forward harder with my motions. His belly occasionally slapping into me. "Mitch, get it back in your mouth."

I released his rod and welcomed it back into my mouth. As I sucked, Jeff picked up his thrusting. He motioned my hands up into his thick chest hair and I massaged him as he pumped. The only thing that mattered to me at that moment was servicing Jeff. It was an incredible feeling to have the daily weight and stress gone and to simply pleasure my friend.

"Oh god!" Jeff shouted.

I removed him from my mouth and tugged on his shaft. "Feel like you're going to cum?" I asked.

"Yes," Jeff managed as sweat poured from his bald head. "And I haven't jerked off in weeks, so if you don't put my cock back in your mouth I may shoot out your eye!"

That was all I needed. I released his cock and immediately jammed it deep into my throat. I began sucking furiously as my hands massaged his wonderful sack. Jeff placed his hands on the sides of my head and began face-fucking me with renewed vigor. He was powerful!

A few moments later his balls tightened and Jeff's hips gave a shudder forward. The next thing I knew a blast of hot juice squirted from the tip of his dick. A second and third shot followed and my mouth was filling up fast. Reflexively I moved to pull back but Jeff thrust both hands on the back of my head and moved his pole deeper into my mouth. "I want you to swallow it!" He groaned.

I was not in a position to make any decisions. All I could do was take in all of the juice that Jeff sent my way. The sounds of my slurping must have really turned him on because he cock delivered more than I'd ever been capable of in all of my years of fucking.

"That's right Mitch! Keep sucking every last drop right out of my cock!” I did as I was told. My face was buried against his hefty belly. As I continued to feel his tool shoot into me, I moved my hands to his ass and began squeezing tight. "Oh yeah!” Jeff shouted. "Keep sucking!” He has breathing like a marathon runner! His fingers tightening in my hair. I sucked on his cock pulling drops of cum from deep inside of him. The feeling was incredible!

Jeff held my head fast on his cock. I could feel his slick tool slowly softening on my tongue. After another minute, Jeff let me go and slid his cock from me. He took a few steps backwards and collapsed onto my couch. His breathing was finally calming down and I could see sweat glistening all over his body. As I got up and moved over to a chair, Jeff reached over to the coffee table and lit up one of his cigars.

"Hey not in here," I said. "You know I hate the smell of those in my apartment."

"I know, but things are going to be a little different around here now," Jeff said taking a few healthy puffs.

"What's that mean?"

Jeff smiled. "Well for starters, I'm calling the shots!"

"What's that mean?"

"Any time you get the urge to brag about getting laid or feel the desire to put me down in front of the guys, just remember that you sucked my cock. It was a fair bet and I can tell anyone I want."

I was shocked! This was not what I needed the other guys to know.

"Don't worry though, I won't.” He leaned back and blew out a long breath of smoke. "But when I come over, I get to smoke in your apartment. And maybe it'd be nice to have you wait on me too."

"And..."

Jeff looked at me with the cigar wedged around the most devilish smile I have ever seen. "Come on Mitch, it doesn't take a genius to figure this out. Any time I want, you're going to be sucking on my cock."

"Wait a minute. I thought this was a one time bet?"

The smile remained. "Well it was. But damn, you suck a great dick! I'd be stupid not to keep this going. Besides, I don't have to worry about going out and getting a girlfriend anytime soon. Plus, I won't feel like a loser the next time you brag to me. You can go and get all the pussy you want, go have your dick sucked by as many girls as you can."

I was torn as Jeff continued his plan, with one bet I had awoken a greedy-nympho who was going to fullfil his sexual desires with me as his slave.

"So remember, when we hang out you're the one who's going to be on his knees worshipping my cock!” Jeff looked triumphantly towards the ceiling and rolled the cigar around in his mouth savoring the taste. His free hand reached down and adjusted his slimy and spent tool. "Like now for example."

"Now?  But I just sucked you off a few minutes ago."

The wicked selfish smile said it all. "Oh I know you did. But I've got some catching up to do. I've never had all that action you did. So now you can show me what I've been missing all these years. Crawl over here and take care of me for a few while more."

Yes, I thought, it sure looked like things were going to be different. I crawled over and Jeff directed my mouth back to his slimey shaft. At his direction I began licking and swallowing the remnants of his earlier load. And no matter what I thought it all worked out to the same conclusion, some part of me wanted to be in this position...to service my friend.

With one hand on the back of my head and the other holding his cigar, Jeff moaned with power and delight as I continued sucking his cock.

Part 2

Two words described my situation. They were words I heard every week. These two words led my life in a direction that I could never have imagined. Jeff used the words and when he said, "Cock worship" I knew I

was his to use.

Jeff and I have been the best of friends for the past 15 years. People say we're opposite sides of a coin. He's 31, hefty, bald, bearded, a cigar-smoker, quiet, and has had few girlfriends. I on the other-hand am 31, thin, blonde hair, a non-smoker, no facial hair, quick-witted, and enjoy frequent dating and sex, with women. Our relationship pretty much consisted of guy things: sports, movies, games, bullshitting, bragging, and just having fun. Of course all of that changed last January. On a whim we had made a bet. I got cocky and bragged a whole lot before the bet was finished. To teach me a lesson, Jeff decided that if he won I was going to have to suck his dick. He did win...and he got what we wanted.

One blowjob shouldn't change a person's life but it changed mine.  I'd never sucked a man's cock before and I guess I went at it with a bit too much gusto. And since Jeff had never received a blowjob before he decided he liked it. He liked it a lot! Naturally he wanted more. In fact, as Jeff commonly does, he got darn right greedy very fast.  He held the bet over my head with simple logic. His logic was: as long as I continued servicing him whenever he wanted he wouldn't tell anyone about our little bet. However the second I refused anything he asked for, he was planning on telling everyone about what I had done. Since Jeff and I have the same friends, and since Jeff knows my family, and more importantly Laura, my girlfriend, I was pulled along with his demands. I wasn't forced to change any part of my life, but Jeff made it clear that whenever he needed to have his cock serviced, he came first (literally).

The next several weeks after our bet, Jeff began to train me. It started out with two to three blowjobs a week. This began to increase to six or seven. Eventually I was made to set Tuesday and Friday nights aside just for him. See Jeff was still a virgin and this was the first action that he'd had his entire life. The fact that it came from his friend was

overshadowed by how good he felt getting it. So Jeff laid down the rules and I followed them. Laura wasn't pleased about my being increasingly away from her but I managed to come up with new excuses each week. The last thing I wanted her to know was that her boyfriend was busy sucking off his best friend.

For my training Jeff instructed me in the ways he liked to have his cock sucked. Usually this would begin with me stripping off his clothes while he sat on my couch. I'd then spend long amounts of time massaging his arms and legs. Soon I'd be instructed to lick his hairy chest and hefty belly and work my way down to his balls. Jeff's crotch is covered in a thick mass of pubic hair and he has the largest balls I've ever seen. They pack quite a punch believe me. He often told me that he liked looking down at me with his huge ball sack dangling in my mouth. It made him feel powerful and completely in control. Normally Jeff would smoke a cigar while I took care of business, giving me orders and directions as he saw fit. Then after his dick had grown hard he'd stand up so I was on my knees in front of him. Jeff would look down into my eyes, smile, and say to me, "Mitch, I think it's time for some cock worship.” This was his fun way of letting me know that even though I had a girlfriend and a life, it all was secondary to the needs of his cock. I was becoming a slave to that cock.

After hearing Jeff demand cock worship I would then suck his dick until he came. Sometimes he would pull out and shoot his load in my face. Other times he would thrust deep into my mouth and make me swallow every drop. And on days when Jeff was angry or displeased with me he would shoot his load all over his belly, pubic hair, and balls.  I would then spend the next hour licking him clean. Either way Jeff chose was quite an experience. His balls were so big that a normal ejaculation would be incredible. But since I was, as Jeff said, "in training", he had a special technique he would practice. On days when he didn't come over Jeff would masturbate two or three times, but never to completion. When it was time for me to engage in some cock worship I would get an intense jolt of the hottest thickest cum I could ever imagine. No matter how much I tried, I was never prepared for his first blast of the night. Even the second shot was of porn-star caliber.

Over the next few weeks I became accustomed to my new role. There were even times when I enjoyed it. There was something secretive and forbidden that really got me excited. When Laura was over we would have some of the most incredible sex ever because it turned me on that she was unaware of the double-life that I lead. Occasionally she'd ask about Jeff and it would cause me to get the hugest erection ever. If she only knew that her man was

sucking the cock of another man.

Obviously, Jeff had the best role in the whole bet and he was enjoying himself all of the time.  He began to make our time together more and more about me worshipping his cock. Sometimes he wouldn't even want to do anything else except have me service him. As things progressed and Jeff became more comfortable in his new dominant role in our relationship he began to test the limits of my obedience. The times where I did something that made him angry would bring about a stiff punishment. At the same time these moments repulsed me, enticed me, and changed me completely.

Once Jeff, I, and several friends had been out at a Mexican restaurant with our girlfriends. Everyone had a girlfriend except Jeff. As guys are prone to do lots of teasing occurred about the "perpetually single man in our party". It was all fun and Jeff laughed along with everyone else. Regrettably I joined in and poked plenty of fun at him. When no one was paying attention Jeff tapped my foot under the table and said, "Mitch, you and I will need to straighten a few things out later. So make sure Laura goes home.” He didn't look happy and I couldn't get my mind off of what might await me at the close of the evening.

At the end of the evening I had dropped off Laura at her condo and headed home to my apartment. Jeff was already there waiting in the parking lot.

When we met at the front door he said to me, "Did you have fun tonight making fun of me? Well, I hope so because now I'm going to have some of my own fun with you.” I spent the next two hours buried under my bed sheets with Jeff's cock crammed into my mouth the entire time. Jeff lay comfortably smoking cigars and watching some of my porno tapes while I was beneath. The punishment was simple: hard or soft, I was not allowed to remove his dick from my mouth. It didn't take long for me to understand where Jeff's "fun" came into the equation.

After the healthy Mexican dinner he was subject to some of the worst gas ever. With his cock in my mouth I had only one option for air. I could hear Jeff's laughter as he let blast-after-blast rip. "Maybe next time you won't be such a smart ass at my expense, Mitch.” He said. To make matters worse he called our friend Dennis and talked on his cel-phone as I suffered this indignation. Jeff even playfully worked the conversation just to tease me with the fact that Dennis might pick up on what was happening. So as I was buried with his rod in my mouth I could hear him above the covers saying to Dennis, "Yeah, the next time I see Mitch I'm really going to give him a mouthful," this was followed by a forceful thrust of the hips so his cock sprang deep into my mouth. Later he added, "Man Dennis you and your Mexican restaurants. That food was so spicy I'm farting lava! And if you think I'm miserable, I've got Mitch trapped under the covers smelling the shit! Ha! Ha!"

When his phone call was ended Jeff addressed me and said, "Boy if only the guys could see you and your big mouth now. I wonder how cool they'd think you were with my cock crammed in your mouth and you curled up under the

sheets smelling my stank ass farts! Face it Mitch, I'm in the driver's seat so the next time you want to have fun at my expense things will go a lot worse for you than this.” Then he laughed and said, "This bet just keeps getting better and better!"

Another punishment came weeks later, Jeff came over for a few days when Laura was out of town. He made me wait on him hand-and-foot the entire time and I did my best to keep him happy. One thing was certain, I sure didn't want to spend any more time under the sheets. Things were going well except for the fact that I continually trounced Jeff at all of the video games we played. Jeff's payback was that he decided not to shower for the week. His cock and balls built up a powerful odor. I knew this because I probably spent more time between his legs than ever before. Jeff told me that he liked having his cock kept warm in my mouth whether I was blowing him or not. So he would sit on the couch naked, smoking cigars, playing video games (by himself) or watching hockey. I was in Jeff's favorite position, on my knees in front of him. I could see nothing because I was buried into his crotch as his free hand gently held me in place. He knew that what really pissed me off was when he gave me a patronizing pat on the head...so this became a regular addition to his routine.

As my "guest", Jeff would answer the phone whenever it rang. So with me on my knees sucking his cock I was forced to listen to him dance around conversations with my family, my co-workers, and even our friends. Feeling really cocky, once he even mentioned to our friend Kyle that, "Oh Mitch couldn't answer the phone because he had my dick in his mouth.” This was followed by a pat on the head.

A few times during the visit Laura had called and left messages on the answering machine. Jeff would chuckle and say, "Hey Mitch do you want to come up and talk to her?” I would mumble a response from below. Jeff's reply was always the same, "I can't understand you. So just keep on sucking!"

Now it doesn't take a genius to figure that anyone in my situation would have bailed. Hell, many wouldn't have been dumb enough to make the bet in the first place. But, after almost five months of Jeff's "training" I was learning quite a bit about myself. I discovered my submissive nature and how much I enjoyed servicing Jeff and his cock. The more dominant Jeff became the more I found myself eager for his next visit and possibly my next punishment. I even found myself ducking Laura some times just so I could be available for Jeff. Of course, I must have been easy to read because Jeff was making his own plans. He knew my third punishment was going to change our relationship completely.

Jeff had arrived at my apartment directly from work on a Friday afternoon in May. I watched as he walked up the stairs slowly loosening his tie. I opened the door for him and he came in. "Hey Mitch. Ready for a good time?"

I was truly ready for a good time but I tried to downplay it. "Well if you want to just play some video games that'd be fine with me."

Jeff smiled. "After the day I had at work?  Not a chance. You're gonna be wearing the skin off your knees by the end of the night.” He dropped his suit jacket on the couch and pulled out his shirt. "I'm so freaking pent up I feel like a damn volcano. So come on over here and help me cut loose some of this tension."

I walked over and slowly kneeled down in front of him. "You and this damn bet. You're lucky I'm even sticking to it. Won't you ever get tired of me giving you head?"

Jeff smiled wickedly at me, "Tired of it?  Do you know me at all?”  And with that he simply motioned his hand. The only noise in my apartment was the sound of his pants unzipping.

I reached up and removed his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. His underwear came next and then I was mere inches from his stiff cock. I opened my mouth and slid his warm tool into it. Jeff moaned with delight. As I began lubing him up I could feel his hands on the top of my head guiding my motions the way he liked.

For the next few minutes I worked ferociously on his rod. His balls were slapping against my chin as he pumped harder and harder into my mouth. I could hear him moaning louder and as I looked up I saw his eyes were closed

and sweat was forming on his forehead. His sweet pre-cum was dripping from the tip of his swollen cock and I savored the early taste. I knew he was going to be exploding in a matter of seconds. Things were building to a fever pitch when all of a sudden Jeff stopped. He pulled back from my mouth and simply pointed to the table. I was puzzled as I looked over, the only thing there was Laura's planner, which she had left over the night before.

"Was Laura here last night?” Jeff asked.

I stayed on my knees beneath him. "Yes. She usually is over on Wednesday. You know that."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Of course. Why is that important?"

Jeff stepped back and pulled up his pants. He was tucking in his shirt and fixing his tie before it dawned on me that he was leaving.

"Where are you going?” I asked.

Jeff looked down at me. "Home."

I was completely caught off guard.

He continued, "Mitch. I don't think this is going to work out. Our bet is finished."

Many people would have breathed a sigh of relief at this but I was still questioning why this had come about. "Why?  What happened?"

Jeff looked down at me. "It isn't going to work anymore. You've got your girlfriend and I don't have one. So you're getting the best of both worlds. I'm tired of sharing you with her. My cock needs much more attention than

I can get with you spending time on her. So if you want her then you can have her and I won't hold our bet over your head any more."

I stayed on my knees contemplating the events. "Well, we had a bet, and I'm just keeping my end of it. But..." I couldn't find the words.

Jeff looked down at me...his expression was starting to change. "But what?"

"I...I..."

"Yes Mitch?"

"Well Jeff, I want to suck your cock. I really like it."

His smile broadened. "Really. So you like it. I thought you were only doing this to follow our bet."

Now I could see that his actions were just a ploy to get me to admit the truth to him. Once more I had been outsmarted and this time there was no going back.

Jeff continued, "What about Laura?  You can't have us both. You're going to have to decide, right here, right now."

I was on my knees with my best friend towering above me and now I had a decision to make. It took only a second and I surrendered. "I'll dump her. If that's what you want."

"No, it has to be about what YOU want."

"I just want to be able to keep sucking your cock!” I could barely believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I gave in so easily to the situation that it seemed like a dream.

His smile continued to grow. "So if I let you suck my cock you'll dump her?"

"Yes."

"There will be no other women?"

"Yes."

"You'll worship my cock?"

"Yes."

"Whenever I want?"

"Yes."

Jeff reached down and grabbed my hair, tilting my head back. "Fine Mitch I accept your offer. You've earned a reward. So unzip my pants and start sucking my fucking cock!"

It was like a huge weight had been lifted from me. I immediately dropped his pants and slipped his meat out. Jeff was still rock hard...maybe even harder than before. His mind game had worked wonders with both of us. The veins were bulging in his rod as I slobbered all over it. As the minutes passed, Jeff began removing his clothes. He even had me slide out of mine. Eventually we were both naked in my living room. Jeff's large hairy girth was standing over my smooth slender body. He began thrusting into my mouth with a vigor that I had never felt before. His fingers tightened in my hair, powerfully controlling the movements of my head. He made me realize who was in charge. Just as I thought he would cum, he again pulled from me.

"What?" I was almost begging.

Jeff tugged at my hair and made me look up into his eye. "Mitch, I think you're ready.” Before I could answer he reached into his suit pocket and showed me a tube of KY-Jelly. "And I know I am. I've been carrying this around for two weeks. I knew eventually you'd admit that you needed my cock more than anything else. So now we're ready to move to the next step. You will take us there.” He squirted a generous amount of lotion onto my hands. I began massaging it into his cock as he talked to me. "Turn around. I want you down on all fours right now.” He would not be taking no for an answer.

I was nervous but completely engulfed in the moment. I couldn't believe it. In less than twenty minutes I had promised to dump my girlfriend, I had sucked Jeff's cock, and now for the first time ever I was about to get fucked by another man. Jeff kneeled down behind me and began working his slick cock around my tight asshole. I could feel his large hand on one of my hips as he began sliding me backwards.

"I have waited to fuck for thirty-two years. The bets over. You're mine now Mitch.” I heard him chuckle as he pushed deep into me.

"Oh shit!” I moaned as I could feel the heat from his shaft violate my virgin ass.

"Get used to it. Up until now this has all been a warm up.” He began working his cock in and out of me until my ass muscles and the lube were making things go smoothly. As he fucked me he said, "There will be no more pussy for you, Mitch. From now on the only dick around here that is going to see any action is mine. In fact I may even call Laura once she knows you dumped her and see if she wants to fuck a real man."

The pain was intense as Jeff's cock went completely into me. I let out a loud yell that I knew my neighbors would hear, but I didn't care because the pain and pleasure was more than I could ever know. Jeff worked his sizable cock completely into me. His strong hands were on my hips guiding me. He was in total control of my body. He would vary his thrusts and show me exactly what he liked and then he'd lean back and make me take over the momentum. When he got tired of me being on all fours he directed me into a new position.

"Down Mitch!” Jeff reached up and pushed me down so I was laying flat on my stomach on the living room carpet. He angled above me and began giving me the true fucking of a lifetime. I could feel his huge belly pushing against

my back, his balls slapping against my ass, and his rigid tool having its way with me. Jeff leaned down as he thrust and said, "I want to hear it. Yell out so your neighbors know what's going on.  They need to know that you're being fucked by a real man! This is true cock worship. Let me hear what you want."

"FUCK ME!” The words burst from my mouth. "Fuck me Jeff! I need your cock! I love your cock! Don't stop fucking me!"

His hands clamped down on my shoulders and his pounding continued and intensified. For his first time it was amazing of the total control he had over the situation. Jeff fucked like a pro. "You want my cum!” It was not a question.

"Yes, please!” I was covered in sweat as his weight kept me pinned tightly0 to the floor.

At my plea Jeff pulled out and spun me around. He straddled over my chest with his tool dangling inches above my face. He tugged his cock a couple times and then exploded with an immense orgasm. The amount of scorching cum his colossal balls had built up was incredible. He let out a bellow as the juice sprayed down onto me. Some of his liquid shot into my mouth, some onto my face, some onto my neck, some onto Jeff's balls, and the remainder smeared across his hand and rod as he frantically pumped.

A few seconds later it seemed like anything near my face was covered in his cum. Jeff gasped for air and leaned back, resting much of his weight against my stomach, his cock and balls resting directly over my face, still dripping with scalding hot fluid. His bald head and hairy body were covered in perspiration.

He hovered above me for several minutes, trying to catch his breath. Our body heat was so incredible that the entire apartment seemed like a sauna. Finally, Jeff leaned over and grabbed a cigar from his coat. He lit it up and took a few healthy puffs. "That was the greatest orgasm I have ever had. Did you like it?"

I was in complete release. Even though I didn't cum this was the most satisfying sex I had ever been a part of. "Yes. You tasted awesome."

As he smoked he brought his creamy hand down to my mouth. "I'm glad you said that, I'll need you to clean me up now.” I did as I was told and took each of his fingers into my mouth, licking delicious cum from them. Jeff still crouched on me, smoking. He lifted his fat dripping cock over my mouth and said, "Everywhere.” I took him back into me, sucked the last drops from him, and then tongued him dry. Our eyes were locked the entire time his cock was in my mouth. Next he lowered his balls into my mouth, and I followed my instructions. By the time he had finished his cigar I had slurped up every drop of his man juice.

I was still pinned beneath him in total relaxation when I looked back up into his still smiling face. Jeff said, "You've got a girlfriend...or should I say EX-girlfriend to call."

"I do, but can I get a bit more of you first?"

Jeff leaned forward and allowed me to suck his cock, until he got hard. Then he rose above me and began to pump deep into my throat, fucking my face. It didn't take long before he was eager to explode another load. As he thrust he said, "I'm glad you like this Mitch because this arrangement will make us both happy. Just remember, your days of pussy are all over. No more dates, no more sex, no more women. The only thing you can get is my cock."

I never responded because I was to grateful for another chance at cock worship.

Part 3

Jeff sat at my computer desk, a cigar between his teeth. He was naked, as he usually preferred to be when he was home. We'd been sharing my new condo for a little over two months and the days he had worn clothes were few and far between. So I'd become accustomed to seeing his fat bearish body strolling around my home as if he owned the place and everything in it. Which in fact he did, including me.

It all began a little over one year ago when we had made a fun bet over some games. I had lost the wager and Jeff through some trickery and my own enjoyment had made me his personal slave. Being a bit sexually adventurous, I went along willingly with his bet that became a form of sexual servitude. Things began slowly with me orally serving Jeff several times each week. The acts eventually progressed until Jeff surprisingly gave me a choice. He volunteered to end our bet and let me go free. But secretly he had trained me well enough that I discovered a new side to myself. I now wanted to be dominated by another man, and I needed his cock just as much as he needed me as his slave. It was my choice and I chose to dump my girlfriend Laura and completely give myself to Jeff and what he liked to call "Cock Worship".

Jeff and I are both in our early thirties. We met back in high school and since then he's watched me score with lots of women. I'm thin and athletic have a quick wit and a way with the ladies. Jeff on the other hand is fat, bald, and prefers watching porn than trying to score with real women. In thirty-one years he'd never been laid or blown. Then our bet came along and I did what I was told. For the first time in his life Jeff was privy to plenty of gratification whenever we wanted it, which was often. Jeff loved my sexual servitude and basically wanted me at his beck-and-call 24-7. All things considered, Jeff was a very smart man and he got what he wanted, I gave myself completely to him.

Over the past seven months I had gradually encouraged Jeff to take more and more control of my life. None of our friends had any clue what was occurring because in public we acted the same. However, once we were alone in my condo Jeff became my complete Master. I was his to use. Almost every day I would suck his cock, and sometimes afterwards he would fuck me in the ass. I would cook and clean and sometimes wear a collar or leash. It was also my

responsibility to work and use my money to pay for the bills. Jeff had "better things" to do with his money. At night, Jeff would have me bathe and massage him and pamper him as often as possible. He would punish me as he saw fit whenever I did not meet his expectations. Sometimes I would be forced to sleep on the floor, other times I would eat my food from a dog bowl, and sometimes I would have to stoop so low as to kneel next to the toilet and wipe Jeff when he was finished. There was no level that my submissive side wouldn't take me to.

A few times at the beginning of our arrangement Jeff would ask, "Mitch, is this OK with you?” But my submissive side had grown so much that I always said, "Yes.” No matter how degrading I just loved it more and more. Jeff eventually grew into the role that I wanted...and needed...and he stopped wasting his time asking.

Sitting at my computer, Jeff had been working on some business letters when my ex-girlfriend Laura had called. "Hey Laura. Sure I think next Saturday will work just fine for me. I'll look forward to seeing you.” He had been casually seeing Laura for the past few weeks. She was his first real girlfriend, and the kicker was that she used to be mine. Jeff had made me choose between her and him. I chose Jeff and a few weeks later he asked Laura to accompany him to a wedding. It drove me crazy that he was probably fucking my ex-girlfriend, and yet I just couldn't bring myself to end this situation.

Jeff hung up the phone, typed for a few more seconds and then said. "Looks like Laura and I are going out with some of hers and yours old friends next weekend. Kind of a couple thing. Is that OK with you, Mitch?” He looked down at me as he asked the question.

I was naked and on my knees in front of Jeff. It was my usual spot, with my head between his legs and his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I stopped my duty for a moment and looked up, "I don't see why you made me dump her. I promised you that I'd keep going with our bet."

He glared  at me. "Did I tell you to take my cock out of your mouth?" Before I could respond he guided my head back down and I engulfed his rod which was starting to get much harder. He put one hand on the back of my head and held me in place. "Remember Mitch. I gave you a choice. You said you wanted my cock. Well if that's what you want, then you need to know that I don't share. Ever. Besides, I really needed a girlfriend...and Laura's working out well. She doesn't even mind not coming over here. I guess she's still disappointed that you dumped her."

Jeff tried to keep typing but the mood had left him. "Fuck Mitch, you're sucking me off so good now I can't even keep my mind on my work.” He reclined back in my desk chair and smoked his cigar while I continued lavishing his cock.

After a few minutes my pace quickened and his balls started growing tight. Jeff stood up and began to fuck my face -- hard. "You want my load don't you Mitch?  Even after everything that's happened! You want to swallow it, right?” This time I didn't remove him from my mouth; I simply mumbled a reply. "Good boy. Well get ready because here it comes!” Jeff pulled me off his cock while he grabbed it with one of his meaty hands. He pumped several times on his length. "Open your mouth, I want to give you a present.” I did as I was told and accepted the hot juice that he began

squirting into me. Jeff kept pumping and several of his shots missed my mouth and sprayed onto my face. The one thing about a large man like Jeff was that he always had a large load to unleash. His balls must have worked overtime after all those long years with no sex. "Swallow it!" Jeff said as he towered above me.  I swallowed his scorching load and opened my mouth for more. Jeff stood over me and rolled his spent dripping tool along my face. "I love this. I love having my own personal slave! Who would have thought that after all your years of pussy you were just going to end up on your knees with me rolling my fat cock on your face. What do you think?"

I looked up at him with my creamy face. "I'll do what you ask me to do."

Jeff smiled. He sat back down in my chair, grabbed his cigar, and started typing again. "Good. Then get over here and put my cock back in your mouth. I've got another hour of work to finish up."

The following Saturday Jeff was relaxing before preparing for his night out with Laura and their friends. He lay in the bathtub talking on the phone. "Hey dude, what's going on?” Jeff said. Hot water and bubbles surrounded him as he lay back. I was on my knees next to the tub in case he needed something. Jeff laughed as he talked to his friend Wayne. Jeff and Wayne were drinking pals who used to work together. They had a big love of porn and often shared videotapes.

"Ha! Is it any good?  Then I've got to see it! Me?  Just sitting here in my tub."

"My tub," I said.

Jeff merely looked at me. "Yeah that was Mitch.” He paused for a minute listening. "Oh yeah. Sucked me off this morning."

I still hadn't got used to this part. With our original bet Jeff had agreed not to tell any of our friends. But since our bet had changed and I had willingly accepted Jeff's cock, he had made some modifications. Our regular friends still had no clue what was going on. As far as they knew, Jeff had just moved in to my place to help save up some money. But, since Wayne only hung around Jeff and no one else, Jeff shared all the information about my servitude with him. Once he knew about my situation, whenever Wayne would come over he'd often brazenly say things to me like, "So boy, you swallow today or take it on the face?"

Wayne was a real asshole. He was as much of a redneck as there ever was. He was almost ten years older than Jeff and I. Usually he'd call me "boy" just to make sure I knew that he was older and partially because he was just amazed at the role Jeff had me in. The bottom line was that Wayne knew my job in computers was more solid and rewarding than any career he'd ever had. When Wayne managed to hold a job it was usually as a janitor. But since he drank heavily and often smoked marijuana, and rarely showered, he didn't hold jobs for long amounts of time. He was the kind of guy who I wouldn't want within ten miles of my place, but because he and Jeff drank together and exchanged porn tapes, Jeff would usually have him over every couple of weeks.

Jeff hung up the phone and looked over at me. "Wayne's coming over in a few minutes.” Since Jeff had taken free reign of my place he didn't ask for my permission. Jeff began draining the water and stood up out of the tub. "Towel.” I took the towel and began drying Jeff off.

"Does Wayne have to come over tonight?" I asked.

Jeff held out his arms as I continued my work. "Yes. He's going to drop off a new Ashlyn Gere tape and a couple others that I want to see. Is that a problem?"

"Yes. You'll be going out with Laura and then I'll end up stuck here with him. The guy never knows when to leave.” I started drying Jeff's balls and then his legs. "I just don't like the guy, he's kind of," I paused for a moment trying to be as delicate as possible. "White trash."

Jeff let me continue.

"He doesn't really bathe much, and besides he smokes so much that when you're both here this place reeks of smoke. I mean your cigars are one thing, but it seems like when you guys are together I spend most of the next day just cleaning up the mess and airing this place out. Just promise me that when you leave tonight you take him with you."

Jeff walked into the bedroom. "I'll keep it in mind," was all he said.

Wayne came over an hour later and was in rare form. He of course brought the porn tapes and then proceeded to "borrow" some beer from our fridge. As he sat on my couch I took a moment to look him over. He'd forgotten to

shave, shower, or even pretend to make an effort. His long greasy hair and mustache made him look like a reject from a bad porn movie from the 70's. He and Jeff traded some stories and jokes for a while before Jeff finally said, "Well, I've got a few minutes before I have to leave. We going to watch one of these tapes?"

Wayne said, "Sure thing. Have the house boy plop them in the old VCR." And, as Jeff handed me the tapes Wayne added, "And while you're up, grab me another beer, boy."

I started the movie and did as I was told. Wayne smiled because he could see how much his condescending tone annoyed me. Jeff had warned me on numerous occasions that I wore my emotions on my sleeve, but it was just something I wasn't good at hiding.

As the first few scenes ended Wayne looked over at Jeff and said. "So Mitch blow you after I called?"

Jeff chuckled. "No we didn't really have time. Besides, I'm going out tonight with Laura so she may handle that end."

Wayne laughed and then looked at me. "Isn't that your old girlfriend dude?"

I nodded.

"Man, that is fucked up!” He patted Jeff on the arm. "You hit a fucking freak of nature when you managed to sucker Mitchy into this whole servitude deal."

Jeff laughed, "Don't I know it.” He paused and then said, "I'm starting to think I should have gotten that BJ earlier afterall. I mean we're going out and then to some of her friend's houses. I may not get any action tonight and after watching these bitches on the tape I'm rock solid."

Wayne lit up a fresh smoke and said, "Well go ahead. It's not like I don't already know about it. If you wanna blow a load. Don't let me stop you."

This caught me off guard. As many times as I'd sucked Jeff's cock, there had never been any witnesses. I looked to Jeff as he stood up and started carefully untucking his shirt and pulling down his pants. "Mitch, get naked, it's time for some cock worship."

With Wayne present I went slower than usual, but I managed to strip down and work my way over to Jeff. I took him into my mouth aware that Wayne spent more time watching me than the hot chicks on my television. Jeff sat back and enjoyed my work while Wayne who was sitting right next to him on the couch clapped his hands and joked, "That's right boy you suck that cock!"

A few minutes later Jeff was ready to cum. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "You need to take it all, I can't get any on my clothes.” And that suddenly Jeff was filling my mouth up with his cum. He leaned back with his last groan and got a few final drops out. "Whew! That was just what I needed."

The living room was quiet for a few moments before Jeff stood up and started dressing. He looked over at Wayne, "Ok man. We have to get out of here so I can go pick up Laura."

I was walking over to get my clothes when Wayne started talking. "Well you have to go. I was hoping I could stick around for a while longer...you know as your GUEST.” The way he emphasized the last word made my stomach do a nervous cringe.

I looked back at Wayne and his eager expression said it all.

I felt my stomach tighten again. "I don't think so. Whatever you have in mind you can just forget it."

Wayne looked over at Jeff. "Come on man, don't have him leave me hanging. You won't even be here, Mitch'll need something to do."

The next few seconds seemed like they took an eternity to unfold. I was shocked because I could actually see Jeff thinking it all over. He was considering turning me over to this dirtball!

Jeff walked over and put on his jacket. He checked his wallet and grabbed his keys.

Wayne got up and stretched and then waited. "Well dude, what do ya say?"

Jeff looked across the room at me and then turned to Wayne. "Normally I would have said no. But, I've kind of been running out of new punishments for Mitch lately. I think he could use a break from me.” He then turned to me and said, "Besides Mitch, you were kind of rude earlier when you told me Wayne was white trash. So I think you owe it to him."

Wayne looked to Jeff. "He called me white trash?"

"Yeah. So I figure he can suck your cock and everyone will be even."

I attempted to get out of it. "But Jeff, didn't you tell me that you didn't share, ever?"

Jeff looked at Wayne and gave him a wink. "Well Wayne's my friend and friends share what friends have."

Wayne stood up. "Sounds good to me."

Jeff opened the door and left my condo. Wayne and I were alone.

An hour later, the only light in the living room came from the TV and the next porn movie of the night. Wayne had drank a couple more beers. We had sat in silence through the movie and I could tell he was just making me nervous for what would inevitably happen. Finally, he looked over at me and said, "Boy, I just can't wait anymore."

"Oh yeah!” Wayne was chuckling at me as he ordered me to remove his clothes. He stood naked before me. I could see he was still dirty and sweaty from work but his body was much harder and more defined than I would have imagined. Years of manual labor had at least paid off in some positive areas. It was a new experience for me serving another man and I might normally have enjoyed it...but this was Wayne. By the time I removed his pants we were both completely naked. His cock was huge. A considerable nine inches, hanging long. I know my eyes betrayed me when I stared too long at his slowly stiffening girth.

"On your knees boy!” Wayne said as he looked at me with his lousy shit-eating grin.  Unlike Jeff, I definately did not want to service Wayne, however he truly understood how to be a dominant force. With a strong arm he pushed me down to the floor and onto my knees in front of him. "That's right," he said greedily. "Now get busy."

Jeff's was the only cock I had ever handled, and with Wayne I could tell I was in way over my head. However I didn't have any time to think things over because Wayne forcibly grabbed his cock and thrust it deep into my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah!" He groaned as my warm mouth took it in. I slowly began working his shaft, but he made it clear that this wasn't working. "Don't fuck around with me Mitch! Suck that cock like you want to suck it! Or else I'll find something else to kee us busy!” Wayne's cock got incredibly hard as he gave me the order, it was clear he loved the

situation. I could feel the veins bulging out on it.

He worked my mouth rough while his huge balls would swing forward and smack me on the chin. I just knew that when all was said and done he was really going to unleash quite a load on me. I continued sucking as Wayne began pumping hard into my mouth. He was eager to get his rocks off. Soon after he let out a roar and tightened his grip in my hair. "Here it comes boy!"

As the words were spoken I felt a powerful blast of juice squirt from him into my mouth. It was more bitter than I was used to and I instinctively pulled back.

"Oh no," Wayne said. He pushed deeper into my mouth forcibly holding me on his cock. "You swallow that load.” I did as I was told and looked up at Wayne. He glanced at his watch and said, "Gee Jeff may have your old girlfriend in a similar postion right about now.” He flexed his cock and dispelled the last of his cum into me.  "I bet you loved how that bet started and now you're on your knees with my cum in your mouth.” Wayne jiggled his shaft squeaking the last drops out. "I love how life can throw you a curve ball."

Several hours passed and I kept my eye on Wayne the whole time. He was downing beers pretty steadily and he kept glancing at me and just giving me his patented smile. Still after the BJ, the night went smoothly enough. Wayne smoked a joint watched some more porn and was being uncharacteristically quiet. By the third movie he had fallen asleep on the couch.  I was pretty tired too so I quietly got up and walked into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth thoroughly because I could still taste Wayne's foul load. As I was in the bathroom I heard the phone ring. I couldn't

tell if the machine had picked up or not, but I just prayed that Wayne wasn't awoken.

Of course, the way my night was going why should my luck suddenly change?  I had just finished washing my face when the bathroom door opened up. I looked over my shoulder to see Wayne, still naked, enter and close the door

behind him.

"Hey there Mitch," he said. "I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you. That was Jeff on the phone."

"What did he want?"

Wayne smiled as he approached. "Oh he wanted to know if you were showing me a good time."

"What did you tell him?"

"I said you did...and you would be in a few minutes."

"I would be?” I could see that his cock was starting to show renewed signs of life in fact it quickly rose up and pointed straight at me.

"Of course, you didn't think one blowjob was going to satisfy me did you?" With that he stood a few inches from me. "Where's Jeff keep the lube?" Wayne asked.

"Don't even think it." I said.

This made Wayne chuckle. "Dude, Jeff already said it was OK. I'd let you call him but he's probably fucking your ex-girlfriend right about now. Now where's the lube?  Or are you telling me you want it rough!"

There was no way I could outpower Wayne. I submitted again and pointed to the cupboard drawer. Wayne opened it, pulled out the K-Y, and began greasing up his rock solid dick. "I've been waiting for this all night. Been a long time since I did me any fucking. Turn around."

I hesitated, thinking if there were any options left for me.

Wayne must have read my mind. "Trust me, you want this. Nobody just lets himself be treated like this. Stop kidding yourself, Mitch. I've seen you look at me when I come over. And I sure as hell felt the way you sucked my cock. You were pulling that cum out of me! Don't deny it, you wanted to taste my load. It's probably what turns you on. That a guy you're repulsed by can come over here and have his way with you and there's nothing you can do about it. Face it, you want me to fuck you."

The words hit home and I decided he was right. How many men would succumb to all of this for a simple bet?  None. In my heart I knew I secretly loved this lifestyle, I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I paused for a moment and then simply gave in. I turned around.

Wayne came up behind me. "Good boy."

I could smell the beer and cigarettes on him as he breathed over my shoulder. One of his hands began rubbing lube in my ass and I felt his fingers lead the way. He leaned me forward and entered my ass. Up until this point Jeff had been the only person to fuck me. But, as eager as I thought Jeff was, Wayne obviously hadn't had a fuck in years! His thrusts were long and powerful. I couldn't believe the sheer girth of his huge cock as it spread my asshole wide. His strong hands were clenching on my hips as he had his way with me, gripping tighter with each push.

"Ok, I'm giving you a choice Mitch," Wayne said. "I can keep going easy like this or else I can show you what a real man fucks like. What do you want?"

I was silent as he rocked me back and forth.

Suddenly, Wayne reached down and grabbed my cock. It was solid as a rock.

"See, I knew this shit turned you on," he said. "Just imagine, Jeff's probably got your gal bent over now and is fucking her the same way. You're obviously not getting any pussy anytime soon you fucking cock-hound! What do you want! I want to fucking hear you say it!"

It only took me a moment. I looked over my shoulder into Wayne's eyes and said, "Wayne, if you can, fuck me like a man!"

Wayne didn't need to hear it twice. He released my cock and began pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow. His cock rammed deep into me. As he thrust one hand went to my shoulder and bent me down lower. The other hand

began smacking my ass -- hard. "Oh fuck yeah! Jeff was right. You've got a great ass!"

I began to help Wayne and our momentum was incredible. His nuts slapped against me as he continued delivering his monster fucking. Our bodies were covered with sweat.  As the next few minutes went by the temperature in the bathroom was smoldering. My ass was really feeling the power of this fucking when Wayne finally said, "Ok boy! Here it comes.” He pulled me as deep as he could and exploded inside of my ass. Long squirts of his cum launched into me as Wayne squeezed my hips tight and gasped for breath. He held me close for a while to be sure that every drop of his cum entered me.

Finally he released me.

"Thanks," I panted. "That was better than anything Jeff ever did."

Wayne however gave me a stern look. "Oh no. This won't work, boy. We're not going to be all friendly now. Being all nice is not what you need."

I didn't know what to say to this but before it mattered, Wayne continued.

"I can't have you thinking I'm gay and we're gonna be all cuddling and kissing now," he said. "So let's try this, I have to go to the bathroom."

I tried to step around Wayne but he reached out an arm to stop me. "Where are you going?” He asked.

"Well I was going to leave so you could go," I said.

Wayne smiled. "You don't understand.” With that he motioned to the bathtub and pushed me towards it.

"What are you doing?” I asked as he shoved me into the tub.

Wayne pushed me down on my knees and I stared directly at his hard cock, still covered in his juices. "After that I can't have you thinking I'm a nice guy. So since you like being dominated so much, I'm sure you'll really get off on this."

As soon as he said this a blast of piss came from his cock. He started at my head and began spraying his golden shower all over my body. The piss was incredible from all of the beer and it was steaming hot! I motioned for him to stop but Wayne didn't care, he was back to being a typical asshole. His long piss continued as he emptied his bladder all over me. The bathroom was strong with the smell urine, I would have gagged if I hadn't thought I would have drown in the shower. Finally, his spray began to slow down and I opened my eyes and looked at him.

Wayne smiled. "There's a little left. Open your mouth."

"No."

Wayne laughed. "Look at you. You've had my cock in your mouth and ass tonight. I've fucked you. My cum is probably still dripping out of your ass. And guess what?” He paused waiting. "You loved every minute of it. You just love to be dominated and degraded. So what better way than to have

a guy you can't stand piss in your mouth."

I stared at him but didn't budge.

Wayne reached down and jammed his cock against my face. "You know you want this Mitch. You're ready to handle me and Jeff both!” His stiff cock smacked me again in the face. "Prove it to me now. Open your mouth boy because I'm going to piss in it."

I was ready to progress to a new level of submission that months ago I would have thought was impossible. I did as I was told and accepted the bitter salty juice from Wayne's rod. I swallowed what I was given and just watched as this dirty muscular redneck emptied the remains of his urine into me. Piss streamed into my mouth and down the sides of my face. When he finished Wayne looked down at me. "Mitch, this is going to be fun."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I tried to ignore the taste in my mouth. Wayne washed his hands and looked over at me. "Well I can see you totally get off on all of this abuse, so I'll be glad to come over regularly and treat you to my cock...and then treat you as my toilet. Do you have a problem with that?"

Lying would have made no difference, and I had little dignity left. "No," I said.

Wayne laughed. "I didn't think you would. And trust me, I'm just the guy you want. My ex-wife said I was all about domination. I'll give you all that you want...and then some. Why don't you stay in here and soak my piss up for a bit. And I don't want to hear any showering either!” He opened the bathroom door and walked out to the living room, leaving me behind, covered in his piss. I couldn't believe the levels I had dropped to. Surprisingly, as I looked down I noticed that I had an enormous erection. Wayne was right, through all of the humiliation and disgust this had still been one of the greatest nights of my life.

I remained in the bathtub for hours. Wayne came in a few more times and doused me with his steaming hot piss. I actually began to enjoy it because it allowed my freezing body a few seconds of warmth.

Just when I was ready for his next visit, the bathroom door opened and I was surprised to see Jeff enter.

"Holy shit! Look at you!” Jeff said.

I smiled, "Yeah, you leave me alone with him and look what happened."

"Damn, Wayne told me about it...but I had to see it with my own eyes. Mitch I just can't fucking believe you do this."

I smiled. "Sometimes I can't either. How was your night?"

Jeff smiled back. "Good. Good.” He looked at me to see if I would ask about Laura.

"Did you...?"

He nodded. "Oh yeah. She fucked my brains out. In fact, I may be too sore to even work anything out with you for a day or two."

I took in what he said and realized that now I was competing with my ex-girlfriend for the sexual servitude of my best friend.

"She may even suck a better dick than you Mitch.” Jeff stepped closer and unzipped his pants. He removed his cock and turned towards me. "Don't worry though, you're not quite out of a job yet."

I was puzzled by this. "What?" I asked.

Jeff made the same smile he'd made the first time I'd gone down on him. "Wayne said you loved this so I thought I'd give you a second helping."

It then dawned on me what was going to happen. "Well Jeff, we're friends. It was different with Wayne, besides I --"

Jeff paid no attention. He held me in place and began covering me with his piss. All he said was "Stop me if you want.” His spray was incredibly long and doubly hot even for the sizable man that he was.

I could tell as Jeff unleashed on me that he loved every minute of my degradation and although I futilely held up a hand, I let him finish. As soon as he left the bathroom I began to masturbate. My cock was so hard that I just couldn't help myself. I began stroking it and a few seconds later had the most intense orgasm that I'd ever had in my life. It was an orgasm that no amount of women or pussy could give me. I achieved this feeling from betting-it-all.