Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2024 05:33:34 -0800
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: It's A Bet - Chapter 1

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I am Bruce Darkforce, and I have a doozy for you! Here we have a twerpy
19-year-old, arrogant, obnoxious - and yes, sexy - card shark who enjoys
relieving all unsuspecting poker plays of their funds. He is one fucked up
winner. But while on a bus ride, he meets a 70-year-old, well-dressed
businessman. He sees this

gentleman`s gold watch. He has to have it. And he knows just how to cheat
him out of it!

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It's a Bet

Part 1 of 4

Great! I found a group of teens who play poker. There are not a lot of them
around. God, I'm good! I'm not rich, but I love to play poker and win
big. I almost always do. It's not just the winning part. It's the way I
win; I take the teen saps for all they got. I'll do anything to win. And
that makes it so sweet. I let them think I am only an average 19-year-old
who's not that smart. I even lose some hands-on purpose to show a glimpse
of my "not-too-bright" side. Then, as the game starts to wind down to a
close, I try to get them to up the bet, little by little, pile up the
pot. Then, my stupidity vanishes, and my "luck" is turned on. I take them
for all they have! Even my friends!

And when I say I take them for all they are worth, I mean just that. As the
game goes on, and I allow myself to win more and more pots, I take their
money and then any jewelry items they chose to bet, and then ... I TAKE
THEIR CLOTHES. Yes, the way I ham it up and feel I will lose the current
pot, they buy it and go all out. Or should I say, go all off? I recall an
enjoyable game a few weeks ago. That's me in the green and red plaid
shirt. Well, you can see how much fun I had. Before you think my cruelty is
unlimited, let me say I did return their clothes. But I kept their money,
watches, and other interesting personal items I won. Sometimes, I cheat
with a sleight-of-hand card switch when I deal.

Today, I'll make that happen again. I grabbed my gym bag and put my MP3
player, a book, a deck of cards, a bottle of water, and some cookies in
it. Then, just in case I have a real game for money, I grabbed most of the
cash I had on hand and jammed it into my pockets. I pulled out the
expensive pair of sunglasses I bought from my last winnings, then headed to
the bus stop. The bus arrived a few minutes later, and I climbed on, paid
the fare, and took a seat near the back for the long ride. Most of the
traffic was going in the other direction, so only a half dozen passengers
were on the bus at this time of day. I put on my earphones and turned on my
MP3 player. Then, I pulled out the deck of cards and started playing poker
with myself.

After about ten minutes, the bus stopped a few times, and a few people got
on, including a very nicely dressed man who looked older than dirt. As he
approached my seat, he smiled at me. It was almost as if he knew me, so to
be polite, I smiled back, which caused him to smile even wider. He stared
longer than usual, and then I saw his mouth moving. I knew he said
something, but with my headset on, I didn't hear him. I ignored this old
geezer.

As he stood there, his mouth moved again. I was annoyed and removed my
headphones to hear him. "I'm sorry; you're talking to me?"

"I said, it seems you were in a hurry when you left the house." He smiled
broadly again, and I noticed his gaze going to my crotch, then back up to
my eyes. I had no idea what he meant, so I shrugged my shoulders to show I
didn't understand. He smiled again and said, "Your barn door is open." He
laughed after he said that, and I wondered if he might have Alzheimer's or
some other old man disease. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders
again. He looked slightly surprised and said, "Kid, you're flying wide
open."

I saw his eyes go to my crotch again, and suddenly it hit me. He was trying
to tell me my zipper was down. I felt my face turn red and was about to
reach down and zip up. But then, I thought, I don't want to come across as
stupid or careless. So instead, I gave him a smart-ass response, "Yep, just
airing it out a bit. That should not concern you. Should it?" I love to
show that cocky side of me, even to a 70-year-old coot like this.

As the bus continued to move on, he was still standing, holding onto a pole
as he caught himself mesmerized by the sight of my red undies. He blushed,
and I knew he wanted to see more. We were far enough towards the back of
the bus where no other passengers were, so I smiled back and spread my
legs, which pulled my zipper even farther open. I wonder how he'd feel if
he knew I was wearing my tiny bikini brief underwear. Oh yeah! He loved
looking at my red, slightly-stretched bulge, but that's as much as this old
geezer would see. I'll bet he was getting a hard-on under those old-man
baggy suit pants he was wearing. He had been standing in the aisle this
whole time, and I knew the driver would soon tell him to take a seat. Since
it was obvious he wanted to worship and adore me, why not? He can love this
sexy teen all he wants. Let him look me up and down, feasting his eyes. I
was about to ask him to sit across from me when he pointed to the seat
space beside me and asked, "Mind if I take a seat?"

I was facing forward beside the window; I patted the other bench seat I was
on and said, "Sure, no problem." So we shared two sides of the same seat,
and we were both facing forward. I planned to befriend him, get him all hot
and bothered and frustrated as he looked at my crotch, but get none of
it. Then I'd laugh him off the bus when we arrived at his stop. It was like
flexing my better-than-you muscle. I love to embarrass and humiliate people
-- any people.

He quickly sat and told me his name was Harry. I shook his hand and
introduced myself as Rickie. He said his name was Harry. While he asked me
where I was going, his eyes never left my crotch. I told him I was going to
a poker tournament. When I snuck a glimpse, I saw a bulge forming in the
front of Harry's pants. I also noticed he had a gold watch chain hanging
out of his vest pocket. He was, indeed, nicely dressed. He looked like he
had money. BINGO! Maybe I could take all he had. I briefly looked at his
face and saw he was interested in me, at least in a physical way. That
would make him more receptive to my technique. "Do you play poker?"

I caught him off guard. Harry cleared his throat and said, "I used to, but
haven't for quite some time now." I could tell that he loved sitting next
to me. For a 19-year-old, I knew I was looking hot and sexy with my
stylish, wind-blown hair and thin but muscle-tone frame. I could also tell
he liked how I looked. I heard him take a loud breath of air, and then he
cleared his throat again and said, "How long have you been playing?"

"Not long. I'm just learning." I lied to Harry. Hell, I'd lie to anyone to
win their loot. "But I think I'm catching on really, really well. I do
enjoy it. I make a few mistakes on purpose to win a huge pot of money in
the end. It is amusing. It ... it ... gives me a natural high. I'm on my
way to a private game now. It's pretty far; I have about an hour to
kill. If you would like, we could play until your stop comes."

He hesitated but then agreed. We played a few hands of poker for fun. It's
a game where each person gets two cards face down, then four cards are
delt, one at a time, to the center, where they can be part of each other's
hand. Then, one last card is delt to each, face down. Seven cards in all
for each.

Then I suggested, "You ever play for money?" He hesitated but then agreed,
so we started playing for real. It only took me about seven hands to win
all his cash, and he looked at me, smiled a little, and said, "I think I
just got hustled." I think he was joking; I don't think he was really upset
with me.

I won only about $30 from him. I put on my innocent face and said, "I think
I just got lucky, Sir." I threw in the "Sir" to keep showing respect. I
noticed the whole time we had been playing. His eyes kept darting to my
open zipper. I pretended to adjust my position to get comfortable, but I
did it to spread my legs wider apart, "accidentally" opening the zipper
further. His face reddened with embarrassment as I did this while
pretending not to notice.

Then he cleared his throat and asked, "Any problem with upping the stakes
in the next game, giving me a chance to win some of it back?"

"Are you sure?" I asked, knowing he already told me I won all his
cash. "You have anything left to bet with ... Sir?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold watch on the end of that
chain I noticed earlier. I could tell it was very old and worth a lot more
money than I had just won from him. As he held it by the chain, I stared at
it, admiring its beauty, and actually found myself excited at the thought
of owning it. I mean, he was old. What did he need with that anyway? He
then said, "I have this, but it's worth a lot more than the money you won
off of me."

I had to have it, not just to own it but to humiliate this man. So I pulled
all the cash out of my pocket I had just won, as well as the money I had in
my wallet, and showed him. But when he told me the value of his watch, it
was still a lot more than all I had. So I pulled off the watch my Dad gave
me for my last birthday. He looked at it for a long time, longer than
normal, and told me, "Nice watch, but mine is still worth a lot more than
all of this."

I finally offered my MP3 player, sunglasses, and even my return bus ticket,
pretty much everything I had, and he finally agreed. The biggest hand of my
life was dealt, and I was amazed that I got two aces as my hold cards,
"pocket rockets," as they say. It's the best-starting hand you can get. My
confidence made me want to taunt him, but I kept my poker face, wishing I
had more money to bet. The second, third, and fourth cards were face up and
were another Ace, the Six of Clubs and the Six of Spades, giving me a full
house and making me seriously wish I had more money to bet. I almost
laughed when he said, "Too bad, wish we could raise the stakes again."

I checked his face and was sure he was trying to bluff me. I had become
very good at spotting the signs, then I told him, "Me, too, but everything
I have is in the pot, Sir." My saying, "Sir," was important to build up his
ego and make me more like a boyish, 19-year-old victim.

"Too bad, boy, too bad. You sure you don't have anything else? I would love
to teach you a lesson." He giggled in an overly-confident manner. Fuck! I
wanted to raise him. His eyes kept checking out the view of my red
underwear, which I used to taunt him. "Absentmindedly," I let my right hand
gently run over my crotch and said, "As I said, Sir, everything I have is
in the pot." I watched as his hand dipped into another pocket and pulled
out a gold cigarette lighter, not as old as the watch, but still, it looked
valuable. I was almost panting. I wanted it badly.

He then looked at me and asked, "Your sweatshirt and those jeans look
expensive. What did you pay for them?" My first thought was to tell him to
go screw himself, but the way he was twirling the lighter in his fingers,
flaunting it in my face, made me want it even more. So I told him they were
designer clothes and expensive, and how much they cost me.

"Not enough, boy. Add in your shoes and socks and your T-shirt, and you
have a deal," he said, talking smugly.

"What? No way! I'd be sitting here in just my underwear." A half-dozen
people were still on the bus in the middle and front areas. He twirled the
lighter again, the light coming in through the bus window glinting off of
it. Then he started to put it back in his pocket. I had to have it, so I
pleaded, "OK, but can it be that I only give you my clothes if I lose?"

He laughed loudly, looked at me, and said, "Boy, you've been playing long
enough to know that's not how it works. All bets must be on the table."
Again, he was acting all high and mighty. I absolutely knew I would win
this hand. And I really wanted to punish this arrogant asshole for thinking
he was getting the better of me. But I kept my cool with my pretend look of
respect.

As he put the lighter away, I said, "Wait, let me see that again." He
smiled and held it open in the palm of his hand. As I picked it up, my
fingertips briefly touched the palm of his hand. It was like electricity
was shooting through my entire body for a split second. Not in a painful
way, quite the opposite. The sensation was so pleasing I felt my cock
starting to stiffen in my underwear. Of course, my fly was still open,
displaying my red bikini underwear. I assumed I was sporting a bulge, but I
could not look down to check. And no way could I zip up now, not after
telling him I had it down on purpose. I also felt my face redden when I saw
him staring at me. Though I had no idea why it felt like he knew my cock
was hardening, winning this bastard's gold would be fucking erotic! I
pushed those thoughts out of my mind. I rechecked the lighter and was
pleased when I found the gold stamp indicating it was genuine.

"Well, Rickie boy, you can see it's real. So is it a bet or not?" He took
it back. I hesitated briefly, and he started to put it back in his pocket,
making me yell, "OK, OK, it's a bet." Oh shit, a few elderly women five or
six rows in front of us turned around and looked to see what caused the
brief commotion. Seeing nothing interesting, they turned back forward. I
reminded myself to remain calm and to keep my voice lowered. I did not
notice Harry's look of complete pleasure at my loud, overly-zealous
reaction.

Smiling, he dropped the lighter in the pile of money. I looked around,
seeing again that no passengers were looking our way. Then, I very slowly
pulled my hoodie up and off and dropped it on the pile. Harry watched every
move I made, even as I bent down to undo and then pulled off my shoes and
socks, adding them to the growing pile. It felt very odd to be barefoot on
a bus. As I grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt, I looked at him with pleading
eyes to stop me, but he just met my gaze as if challenging me. So I pulled
it up and off and added it to the pile of clothes, money, watches, and the
lighter.

His eyes scanned my naked torso as he said, "Nice, Boy; you must work
out. Oh, and a nice gold necklace you have on, too." I had forgotten about
that, but the bet was made. Seeing how much he enjoyed this, I wondered if
I could make him forget about my pants. So I gently ran my hand across my
chest and nipples and immediately regretted it because I saw the bulge
growing in my pants. My nipples had always been overly sensitive. My
touching them to distract him only made my cock throb a bit more. He kept
staring at me, waiting, and I knew he would not be fooled, so I undid the
button and zipper, awkwardly pulled my jeans down and then off, and added
them to the pile. I was now just wearing a very tight pair of red bikini
brief underwear, and my cock was fully hard. Why? It must be the idea that
I was nearly naked on a public bus and hoping, praying, that the other
passengers never looked back at me.

"Nice little bikini, Rickie. They look good on you." He grinned. The fifth
card was up, and it was the Ten of Hearts, which did nothing for me and,
from what I could tell, likely did not help him either. I was absolutely
confident in the power of my hand. I also had two aces in the hole, another
ace up, and a pair of sixes up. That gave me a full house, three aces over
two sixes. I was fucking drooling. But then Harry asked, "Raise the stakes
again, Boy?"

I was getting tired of him calling me "boy," but I watched as he pulled a
ring I had not noticed from his finger. It was also gold. He actually had a
gold ring on each hand. I guess this old codger loved gold and loved to
show it off. I could tell it was real and had to have that, too. He looked
longingly at my briefs, "My ring against your necklace, boy, up to you." I
hesitated. I knew my necklace was not worth much, so I had little to lose
against his more expensive ring. I undid my necklace and added it to the
pile as he added his ring. The sixth card was the last up card, and it was
the Ten of Spades, which gave me an even better full house, Aces over
tens. After working through the odds once again, I was confident I had him
beat. No doubt now!

I then watched him pull a very old, expensive cigarette case from another
pocket. I was sure he would not bet it against my underwear. That would be
stupid of him and me. I can't be naked on a public bus, and he knew
that. But ... when he said, "This case against your underwear, boy." My
mouth hung open. What the fuck?!

I did not want to be naked in front of this old man and was about to say,
"No." But then I thought I was already almost naked, and all I had to do
was pull them off, show him my cards, and then laugh while I pulled my
clothes back on and pocketed all his money... AND ALL HIS GOLD! I took a
deep breath and said, "You're on."

He added the diamond ring to the pot. I paused awkwardly, then pulled my
briefs down and off and threw them on the pile while covering my cock and
balls with my hands. Harry was gawking at me, and I could see how excited
he was getting, and for some reason, that was making me excited. I felt my
cock pulsing under my hands.

I took a deep breath in all my nakedness and on a public bus, no less! I
faked a look of calm, though inside, I was anything but relaxed. I did not
want him to know my heart was racing in my anxiety. I half smiled, placed
my hands behind my head, and stretched my chest. I was like an innocent
little lion, ready to pounce on my old withering victim. Then he dealt the
final, seventh card to each of us, face down. Mine was the Nine of
Hearts. No help to me, but I was ecstatic with my ace-high full house. Now,
all the cards were dealt. We could only make one last bet on the hands we
had or just call. I had nothing to bet. I was fucking naked! So I
called. But he shook his head, indicating he did not want to end it there.

He set his card face down on the table and used his right hand to pull a
ring off his left little pinky and flashed it at me. This ring had a
sizable diamond in it. It looked like it was worth much more than the first
stoneless ring he had already placed in the pot. Oh god! Did I want that
last piece of jewelry? I wanted to strip him clean of every piece of
jewelry he had. But I had nothing to bet. Harry smiled wider and asked, "Up
for a final bet, boy?"

"As you can see, I have nothing left, Sir."

Harry looked me up and down, then said, "Oh, but you have that gorgeous
body, boy, and I still have a good 30-minute bus-ride left. You do what I
say for those 30 minutes, anything I say, and I put up this precious
ring. It's up to you, boy. You can refuse this ring, and I will just call,
or you can put up 30 minutes of me enjoying your body as your bet. Who
knows, you could win this ring, too."

"But I am naked... on a public bus... and passengers are within five rows
in front of us. You can't have me do stuff. I'll get arrested. The driver
can radio the police." During our long ride, I watched some passengers
getting on and some getting off at various times. Gladly, no one was coming
to the back of the bus where we were or even glanced this way. Most just
took the first seats they saw up front, and a few sat awkwardly
closer. Likely, they would all get off before us anyway. My plan was to
throw my clothes on quickly as soon as I won this game, and no one would be
the wiser, not even the bus driver. Yet, I had to ask. "What will you do to
me?" I knew I would win, but still, I was a bit nervous about my
predicament.

"Rickie, as they say, put up or shut up. What will it be, boy?" he stared
piercingly into my eyes, trying to read them.

The way he looked at me like I was the sexiest thing on the earth made me
anxious and excited at the same time, but other than a few hand jobs, I was
a virgin. Harry must have sensed my uneasiness because he repeated in a
calmer tone, "Well, boy, what's it gonna be?"

"I'm not sure; I'm thinking." He wants to do sexual things to me. God knows
what. But I am straight. I can't do anything gay. It's just not me.

Harry smiled and said, "Don't worry. I promise I won't hurt or make you do
anything unsafe."

I rechecked my cards. I knew I had him beat. This would be a great haul. I
searched his face for a bluff, then took a deep breath and said, "Deal,
you're on. Let's show our cards."

I had my winning hand already, a full house, Aces over Tens! Now I'd get
all my clothes back, my return bus ticket home, and all his gold
jewelry. Fucking shit, what a god damn haul!

I had to move one of my hands, covering my dick and balls to turn my cards
over. His eyes stared at me as I laughed, flipped over my two Aces, and
said, "Full house, Aces and Tens." I started to grab for my underwear with
great relief that this was over.

But he caught my hand to stop me, then smiled and calmly said, "Not so
fast, boy, those undies belong to me now." I then watched, dumbfounded, as
he turned over his cards, two tens to match the two tens that were facing
up, giving him four of a kind. That beat my full house. I stared at them,
my heart pounding, realizing I had lost everything, including my clothes,
even my return ticket home! I even lost the final bet of letting him fondle
my naked body for 30 minutes. Harry wasted no time in beginning his 30
minutes. "You have been in charge so far," he chuckled, "and that is going
to change as of right now."

Harry had not raised his voice, but it had taken on a stern, authoritative
quality that caused me almost to jump a bit in my seat. "Stand up!" I was
afraid the bus driver would see us in his mirror, but hopefully, it was
darker in the back of the bus, and he would be concentrating on his
driving, not checking out passengers. I saw Harry looking me up and down,
and then he added, "You are lovely. This is going to be fun... for me."
After I nervously stood up, he scooted closer to the window, centered on
our bench seat. I was squeezed between him and the window side of the bus.

Without saying a word, Harry gently guided me down with his hands on his
lap, my belly side up, and my ass on his thigh. He had the back of my head
resting on the aisle end of the seat cushion, my ass was on his thighs, and
my knees were sharply bent upward so that my feet were flat on the seat, my
toes touching the side of the bus. My heels were against his thighs. I was
short enough to fit comfortably like this. My arms were hanging over my
head and into the aisle, so he told me to tuck the palm of my hands under
my head. As you can imagine, I was lying long-ways on the seat; my head was
on the aisle edge, and my feet were flat against the window edge of the
seat, but my ass was elevated to rest on his thighs, which obscenely thrust
my hips upward displaying my now flaccid dick, flaccid do to my nervous
state fear. With my hands under my head, one elbow jutted up against the
seat back, and the other jutted out to the foot side, exposing my armpits.

Harry reached over and carefully ran a finger up to one armpit. I
immediately brought my elbows down and pressed them against my sides to
stop him from tickling or even touching my pits. In the calmest voice,
Harry told me flatly, "If you move one more time, I'm going to push you
onto the floor, pick up all my things and all the things that were yours,
and abandon you here and now, totally naked, on this bus."

"If you are going to welch on a bet, Rickie, I have no use for you." Then
he just stared, waiting for my response. I was so fucking frightened. I was
trembling. Harry had everything I owned. He was totally in charge of me. I
spread my elbows and expanded my chest to fully expose my armpit to him. He
was right; I did owe him 30 minutes. He was so fucking right!

Harry then resumed. He ran a fingertip in the hollow of my lightly-hairy
pit, making circles. I was not afraid he would tickle me; I was afraid he
would give me a hard-on. My 19-year-old body is overly sensitive. Then he
slowly ran all his fingertips down my side causing my cock to move and
expand. I let out a low moan. He ran his fingertips over my nipples and
even pinched them gently, then down my front over my abs, but stopped
before he reached my cock. "Yes, a very nice, tight body, indeed." He then
started using the fingertips of both hands to tickle-tease my body
everywhere, everywhere except my cock. My cock responded by standing
straight up, fully erect, and twitching just a little. I moaned with
pleasure. My eyes were closed. It felt so fucking good. I forgot all about
being naked on a public bus, driving down major streets with other
passengers on board.

My moment of bliss ended abruptly when I heard Harry say, "Boy, stand up."
I hesitated as I came back to reality. "Go ahead, stand up now and face
me!" I slowly slid off his lap and nervously planted my feet on the
floor. I stood there naked, turned to face him, trying to hold my balance
as the bus hit a few potholes, causing my jutting-out cock to bob in all
directions. His knees were spread out, and I stood between them.

This bus had high seat backs, so no more than my head and the top of my
shoulders could be seen from the front of the bus. I did feel somewhat
shielded from view. I assumed I would get my clothes back now. Thank
goodness.

Again, Harry's voice grabbed my attention. "Hand me that bag you brought
with you. It has slipped under the seat." I looked down, grabbed the gym
bag, FORMALLY MY gym bag, and handed it to him. He opened it, gathered all
my clothes, money, MP3 player, and other bets, stuffed them inside, zipped
it closed, and put it on the seat next to him.

The thing about placing all my clothes in the bag and removing them from my
reach was the ultimate message that I was not only naked but was going to
stay naked. FUCK! We were facing each other directly, me standing with my
back to the driver.

"Yes, an excellent, tight body, indeed, boy, and nicely tanned too." His
hands once again worked over my chest, then down to my abs, and then back
up again, where he rubbed and pinched my nipples. "Not just a nice tight
body, Rickie, a nice tight naked body, on a metro bus. A nice tight, naked,
all-boned-up body on a public bus. That's so nice of you, Rickie, to be so
publicly displayed and on show for me."

The way he said it so bluntly freaked me out. "Fuck! I am so fucking naked!
Me, riding naked downtown, standing up on a public bus!" I screamed in my
mind as I looked down, watching my cock, and felt my balls waving and
bouncing around as we traversed this section of rough pavement.

"Rickie, I think I am enjoying my 30 minutes of touching you more than any
other of our bets I won." The next time, Harry lightly touched me. His
hands traveled a bit lower and went to each of my ticklish hipbones. My
whole body jerked. Then back up to my tits, he went. Then he tickled me
down over my abs again, and this time his hands almost made contact with my
cock. I moaned as his hands worked their way up to my nipples again. He
pinched them harder, then he slowly fingered his way down to just barely
brushing across the head of my cock, where a string of my precum was
inadvertently wiped off. His fingers gently traced down my shaft, across my
balls, and up my shaft. As hard as I tried, I could not help moaning.

"Yes, very nice, boy, and you are all boned up. I wonder if that is from
just me touching you, or from being naked so publicly, or maybe it is from
all the humiliation you are experiencing. At any rate, it is not something
you can control. Can you?" It wasn't a question. If it was, I had no answer
to give him. The way he spoke to me was humiliating, but at the same time,
it made me hornier than ever before. Even though I knew all I had to do was
scream to get the bus driver's attention, I didn't.

Harry's hand grasped my shaft, stroking it slowly as he said, "Yes, my
little boy needs a man to show him how to behave, what his worth is, and
how he can be of value to a real man." I was amazed that I was about to
say, "Yes," but he stopped me and said, "Don't speak, boy. I can see your
needs all over your face. Now, turn around and face the front of the bus,
but stay directly in front of me, between my knees."

I was extremely nervous at his request. I need to interrupt and scream out,
"I'm not gay!" But I already knew he would not care. I was totally naked
and with a stiff boner. But I could not renege on a bet. He won 30 minutes
to do as he pleased if he won, and he won. I did as he asked. Since I am
only 5'8" tall, only my head and shoulders would be visible over the high
seat backs in front of me. I heard him take a deep breath, and then I felt
his fingers run over my butt as he admired my ass. "Yes, my boy has a very
nice butt, very tight and firm." I felt the palms of his hand caress my ass
cheeks tenderly, ever so lightly. "If I had time, I would spank this butt
to a deep red. Not because I am angry with you, but because you need it."

I felt my face turning a warm, deep red, but at the same time, I felt my
cock throbbing even harder as I felt his fingers tracing around the mounds
of my buns. No one has a gorgeous bubble butt like me. I moaned as one
finger lightly traced right down my ass crack, tickling the tiny bit of
hair I had there. He then grabbed each of my mounds in a hand, squeezed,
and said, "The firmest, most beautiful ass I have ever seen boy, and there
is nothing I like more than a teen boy's mounded ass. It is all presented
here, in front of me, stripped bare, and under my command, even here, in
public! I now own this ass." I shivered at his authoritative words. My cock
was dribbling precum down the back of the seat in front of me. I could not
help it.

"Oh, how this ass deserves a spanking," Harry said. "And I don't mind
grabbing you and pulling you to the front of this bus, pulling you over my
knees, all bare-assed naked, and spanking it long and hard, right in front
of everyone. Yes, boy, you were trying to tease me when you first saw me
come on board. You were trying to hustle me out of my money and my gold
items. Yes, boy, this ass deserves a long, hard spanking, indeed." As soon
as he mentioned spanking again, the way he was saying it, as his hands
worked over my butt cheeks, my mind went back to how I had taken advantage
of others in poker games, and although I didn't know why the thought of
this man spanking me almost made me shoot my load right there. I know I
needed punishment, harsh punishment, humiliating punishment. I felt his
finger run up and down the crack of my ass, and then he said, "OK, turn and
face me again, boy."

I did what he said right away and so quickly that my erection swayed back
and forth, dropping strings of my leaky precum on the bus floor as well as
across his pants. He looked up at me and, in his firm voice, said, "You
really are a very naughty boy."

Harry's words were driving me wild; as my cock throbbed, I thought it was
going to burst out squirting. I watched as his hands reached down and then
ran lightly up and down the inside of each of my thighs, over and over
again. Then he reached out and carefully cupped my balls, causing me to
moan even louder. I also noticed the bulge in his pants protruding as he
massaged my balls. "Beautiful, smooth, taut, teenage body. I could not have
done better myself. You really are exquisite, boy. No one could ever
appreciate you as much as I do. And you could not have met a better-suited
Master."

To be continued.....

WHAT THE FUCK! This fine old gentleman has not only won all of this
19-year-old's money, but he also won ALL his clothes! And worse, he kept
him naked on the public bus!  Well, this can't be, right?

I will upload the next chapter in a day or 2. Let me know your comments on
what you read so far. My name is Bruce Darkforce, and my email is:
gaydic@gmail.com. Go to GayTies.com to find over 100 stories of mine.