Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2024 07:36:17 -0800 From: gayD Subject: It's A Bet - Chapter 4, Final Chapt 4 SHIT! These two Mexican trash collectors -- garbagemen -- were holding straight, 19-year-old Rickie in some wrestling hold, arguing about my clothes. He's fucking naked on the street! Why does he need to prove the clothes are his? They're just going in the trash! I have written tons of erotic porn stories. Most are too intense and too graphic to be approved for inclusion here. So they are posted on https://www.gayties.com/. (You have to join, but membership is free.) This is my first story posted here in the category of Adult-Youth. I have written a 4-chapter outline, and I am enjoying writing it out fully. This story is copyrighted by GayTies.com. (BTW, please support Nifty.org, a critical "library" site for us authors and readers of this fine material.) It's a Bet

Part 4 of 4

"OK, Jessie, with his arms up flexing, now can you tell if this fits him?" Sam had gone from just holding the straps loosely in front of my chest to now pressing the straps onto the top of my shoulders. His fingers were teasing my neck, almost massaging it, but I am sure it was not done intentionally.

"Sam, it's hard to tell," Jessie told him. "Let's have this bitch just put it on, and then we can judge." Sam agreed, so I grabbed the tee, raised it over my head, wormed my head into it, and pulled the body of the shirt down. The bottom edge rested just above my hard dick. It fit like always, very snugly. "Now, make your bicep muscles again." I did.

"That is tight." Jessie stared at the front of the shirt. "Sam, most of these muscle shirts are designed to center a guy's nipples in the center of the material. Here, I cannot tell. His nipples must be tiny." Jessie and Sam laughed. I wondered if Harry was watching all this from inside his house. God, I wish he'd rescue me. I just wanted to cry.

"Guys? It's my shirt!" I finally spoke up loudly. "It always fits like this. My nipples are fine. That's how it fits." I can't believe this. These two filthy, sweaty, macho garbage men are having me stand out on the sidewalk, wearing only a thin T-shirt, and my dick is sticking out like a sword. And... now they are having a lively conversation about my tits! WHAT THE FUCK! I'm glad the trash truck is blocking a lot of the public view, at least from across the street. But then the white Toyota pickup truck is back again. And he just parked on this side of the street; he is nose-to-nose with the trash truck. He is so close; I looked at his eyes through his windshield. The bastard is smiling. And just when I think he has shown all the balls he had, he takes out his cell and begins to record me! How in the fuck did I get into this? Why don't these old guys leave me alone? FUCK, why don't I just leave and go to Harry's porch? Why am I staying here, submitting to these Mexicans? Why do I have a boner?

"Wait, Sam," said Jessie, who was only six inches in front of me. "Let me make his nipples more... prominent." He raised his hands, and using his index fingers, he felt under the straps to find my tits. He lightly scratched my flat tits with his fingernails. I thought he'd stop immediately, but he continued to scratch them and pinch and pull them. I moaned, trembled, and tried to jerk back away from him, but Sam was right up against my back, bracing me. "Sam, hold him still so I can work his nipples, then we'll see them make a little peak into the material." My dick was now bobbing up and down as I moaned, naked in public with a dripping boner, all while some pervert recorded me. They seemed to own me; I felt helpless and humiliated.

I was withering and weak-kneed. I refuse to admit that I enjoyed leaning back intentionally hard against Sam's chest, assisting them in immobilizing me. It was wonderful having my tits played with by two grubby, handsome, young strangers in the full daylight of the mid-afternoon. My motor was running loud and clear. I was still pretending to resist so they would not stop manhandling me. At some point, my T-shirt was lifted off my head. I was lost in Wonderland. Sam, behind me, now shoved my bare feet wider with his filthy boots. It was weird because it made it difficult to stand straight. Then he brought his arms under my armpits and interlocked his fingers behind my neck. Creating a full-nelson wrestling hold caused my arms to flail upward, like gull wings. He did not use much pressure. It seemed he was not trying to hurt me but just holding me still. I resisted, as I felt I needed to, but with very little force.

Then Sam, while leaning his upper body backward, forced me to lean back with him, lifting my bare feet off the ground. He wasn't muscular, but he had the leverage. My struggle, as pretentious as it was, was not impacting his ability to hold me still. It did cause my hips to be thrust forward, pushing my dick out into Jessie. I now felt, or thought I felt, Sam's hard dick being pressed against my bare ass.

Then Jessie humiliated me by mentioning to Sam that my dick was super hard and now leaking precum all over his work clothes. He seemed slightly irritated and blankly asked me, "What's up with your prick? Why is it so hard and dripping? Your dick slop is getting all over my new uniform." Of course, his uniform was not new, but I said nothing. I felt so ashamed. He thought for a moment and asked, "Hey, Sam, what can we do to stop this fuck from dripping all over us, or at least me?" Sam suggested Jessie grab the T-shirt on the ground and wipe me down. Jessie nodded.

He leaned over, picked up the shirt, wrapped it around my dick, and rubbed it lightly. What the FUCK! I was made completely immobile by Sam's full-nelson hold on me and made to lean backward on Sam like a rag doll. There was nothing I could do to resist or move. I was their puppet. AND... I was totally naked in public in broad daylight! AND... my dick was all boned up, sticking out, and Jessie was lightly patting it to wipe off the dripping precum. The guy in the Toyota continued to hold his cell out toward me. I moaned at my helpless, forced naked exhibition... for two rough and sweaty, middle-aged garbage men!

"Sam, every time I wipe it dry, it leaks more, like a leaking pipe. He is even getting his slime all over his balls. Oh, I'll wipe his balls down, too." Then I felt the soft T-shirt material lightly tickle my balls. I was gasping for air, making animal sounds, desperate to climax. I could not take any more teasing of my dick or balls or even my tits. I was edged to exhaustion, near collapse. I tried to stop them but could only vocalize a "Please."

"Well, maybe he will drip until he is empty, and when empty, he will not make any further mess. Or should we let him beat off? That should end the mess with a bang." They both laughed at that. "Second thought, it would be offensive for him to do it here on the street. Many people are probably watching from their windows, and some might be offended. Well, our friend in the pickup does not seem to mind." The two guys chuckled at the video guy. "No, I don't think that is a good idea. Plus, it does not seem right to allow him the privilege to beat off." Sam agreed.

"Let's do this," Sam said. "I'll continue to hold his tight little body so he won't be able to masturbate in public. Just let him drip. Jessie. Use his T-shirt to wipe off his goo as he leaks from his dick faucet. Then we can finish our uninterrupted questioning to determine if he is a thief." Jessie agreed.

I just wanted my dick to go down and get to Harry's house's safety. But just as I thought my dick might be deflating, I felt Jessie wiping my dick off. Worse thing was he was very gentle and tickling it with the soft T-shirt material as he did it. Then he grabbed my balls and pulled them down, causing my dick to stand obscenely out alone, and with the other hand, he lightly touched my dick all over, flickering the Tee like a feather duster. He manipulated me back to a full erection.

There I was, sandwiched between two muscle-toned dirty street workers, one holding me from behind and the other teasing my dick. I was totally naked, embarrassed, and made a public spectacle.

FUCK! I just wanted to grab my dick, and with two quick, firm pumps, I'd release a full day's load of pent-up cum. Instead, the full-nelson wrestling hold Sam had me in made my arms stick out like gull wings from my shoulders. "Please?" I was breathing hard. Jessie likely noticed that, so he stopped feather-dusting my dick and balls. I was never sure if they were teasing me to edge me or whether this was all a big misunderstanding. I used to consider myself a smart, know-everything top stud. Since I met Harry, I haven't known who I am or what I should be. I only know decisions are no longer mine to make.

As soon as Jessie stopped teasing my dick, on purpose or not (who the fuck knows -- who the fuck cares), he picked up my jeans from the pile. "Wow, Sam, I think these are super expensive, too. These can't be his." He further examined them and even turned them inside out. "Oh-oh. Lookie here, Sam. Take a look at what this little muscle stud brought us." I, too, was curious about what he had just discovered. He inserted his hand through the cut hole in the butt area. As I looked more closely, I saw a large hole that ran from the crotch where my balls would be to near the top of where my ass crack would show.

"Do you suppose this is a fuck hole he made so when he bent over, he could entice someone to fuck him?" Then he brought them to my face and wiggled his fingers through the hole. "So, is this true? Little man? These are your fag fuck pants you wear out to fag bars?" Jessie asked.

I garnered some strength, "Hell no. I'm straight. I don't have fuck pants, I don't get fucked, but... but... but... these are my pants. Something must have caught on them, and they ripped." I really believed that Harry cut the hole before giving them back to me so that if I went home on the bus, everyone would see my ass. Sam and Jessie didn't seem to believe me. "Look, if they were fuck-pants, no one could fuck me because I wear underwear, so you are wrong. You can't fuck me through underwear." Sam and Jessie seemed to believe me, mumbling that it made sense. Jessie put the down pants and picked up my last article in the pile I carried out to the trash, my red bikini brief underwear, which Harry had won from me in the morning poker game on the bus.

"And... now... lookie here. You think these red bitch bikinis are his, or do you think they are stolen?" Without waiting for an answer, he took a closer look, "Oh, you are a bad little muscle stud boy," Jessie said as he noticed a hole cut in them, too. I saw that he was poking his fingers through a large hole about two inches in diameter in the bottom back of my underwear. He let out a toothy grin. Yes, this was Harry's doing, too. I guess he really wanted me to be embarrassed and humiliated if I left his place dressed in those clothes. Anyone could see my asshole through the round hole cut in the red briefs, made visible by the larger hole in my jeans. Yes, it was Harry's work, but I lied to Sam and Jessie. I needed an end to this. I lied and told them that I intentionally cut holes in my jeans and underwear to get fucked on the spot in any gay club. Now, they would no longer argue if these were mine. I broke down. I felt so stupid, embarrassed, and humiliated. I cried aloud, "Please let me go," even though Sam had already let go of me, I still thought I was their captive bitch. "I am so freaked out. Please!"

Both men began to play with my body parts. "Oh, Yes. Fuck..." My ass was now being tickled. First, my dick was slowly pumped, then I felt fingertips on my balls, then hunky Sam was behind me and tickling around my asshole. "OOOOOOOOOOOO! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" There must be four hands teasing, playing, massaging, tickling my dick, ass, and balls, "AHHHHHHHHHHH!

"Hmmmmmm." Yes, I was going to blast off. I was so dizzy and lightheaded. My balls were tightening, and my dick was in the process of squirting volumes. In my mind, I was thinking five, four, three, two, and... And... all of a sudden, the hand leaves my dick waving and nodding with short pulses, "yes," "yes," "yes." It is doing a solo dance with no one touching it. I hear Sam hock up gobs of spit. Soon my ass feels so good; a finger is entering and slowly pumping in and out of my asshole. "UMMMMMMMM. OHHHHHH. SHHHIIIITTTT!" I just want to cum. My dick is right there, begging, craving one last firm stroke. "PPLLLLEEEEAAASSSEEEEEEEE."

I heard a horn honking and some teens jeering me somewhere in the distance. It's not the first traffic noise, but somehow, I was relating it to me. Oh, fuck! I've got to go. I can't be seen. I can't be here like this..."

I saw a cop coming, and imagined myself getting arrested. Right there in the street, in front of Harry's house. My mind was going wild. I was fucking scared out of my wits. Just think, getting arrested for being naked in public and with a dripping boner! But then, the cop turned off onto the side street before seeing me. Lucky break. "

What a vision! Now I'm thinking I had become nothing but a pussy sub, Harry's cunt slut, to obey without question. He's loaned me out to garbage men, maybe soon, sweaty day laborers, and even filthy sewer workers.

"Hey, little stud! Do you hear me!" Sam woke me from my daze. I was back at the curb, naked and all boned up. I was back to my current, unresolved reality. Seeing he had my attention again, Sam dropped his voice to a whisper, "No one is stopping you," Again, I felt four hands all over me, teasing, lightly rubbing, tickling. My tits were tweaked, my balls gently pulled down, only a little attention on my hair-trigger dick, and my ass was so comforted by that plunging finger.

"Please stop. Let me leave. I've got to get into the house. Please!"

"I'm not restraining you; you're the one leaning on me. And by the way, your ass is clamping down on my finger. You seem not to want to go anywhere. What is it that is upsetting you, Stud?"

"Upsetting me! Fuck! You guys got me out here at the curbside, totally naked! People can see me! You got me all boned up like a fucking street whore!" My dick just then was about to cough up a huge load, but Jessie pulled his hand off and immediately was pinching and twisting my tits with his fingernails. I was sobbing. I almost came. "You bastards! You think you can do anything to me! I feel like your public fuck toy. You keep me naked and hard, like your boner boy fuck-up toy." I agreed with them. My mind was only stating the obvious.

"That sounds about right. So what do you want? No one is keeping you here, all exposed and publicly humiliated. You want to suck our dicks? Get fucked hard? Right in the street? In broad daylight? Like a fuck-up bitch slut?" Sam asked.

"Oh God, yes, please fuck me, please. Do it now. I don't fucking care who sees. I really need it. Oh fuck, yes, I have to have your dicks to suck. Please force them down my slut throat. Please use your sexed-up, fuck toy, please, please, now. Do it now. Please use me here, please. I can't stand it."

"Well, isn't that a good little stud? Begging to be fucked and to take our dicks, right here, while cars drive by, with you all naked, like, as you say, a sick, sexed-up, fuck toy for our use." I was finally going to get what I wanted and needed.

"Well, Jessie? I don't think he is worth our effort, do you?" Jessie shook his head. All of a sudden, Jessie stopped touching me and stepped back. Sam removed his warm finger from my asshole and let me slide down his body, crumpling on the ground. He looked down at me, "What a fucked-up piece of shit you are. Look at you, all naked, piled on the grass, your dick still seeping fagot pussy juice. You're making a mess on my boot. Don't you think you should lick it off? Huh, stud? Is that something worth you begging me for?"

"Please, Sir, may I lick the cum off your boot? I'd be honored." I teared up in complete humiliation. What a degenerate I had become, from just this morning when I was all high and mighty and cock-sure of everything. Now, I beg to suck dick, get fucked, and even lick a garbage man's filthy work boot. Here. Right fucking here! All naked and kneeling. "Please, kind Sir? Let me lick your mighty boot?" I sobbed and continued. "Oh, God, yes. Please, I need to please you," I said as my face hovered over his boot. I licked my lips in preparation. My tongue was sticking out of my mouth like a panting puppy. I was drooling and ready to give his garbage-smelling boot a real spit shine. I was waiting for permission.

After a very long silent pause, as my eager tongue was hovering over the filthy leather, he said, "Nah, I don't think a naked boned-up pile of fagot shit like you is worthy to lick my boot. Go on; get back in your house before you get arrested." It was Harry's house, but I knew what he meant. "And remember, don't ever touch the leaking fuck pole of yours. It's not for your enjoyment. It's not your toy. Just consider it something you carry around and offer to a real man to amuse himself. If a man, ANY man, wants you all hard and dripping your juice, it is none of your fucking business. Now, crawl. Crawl to your house and leak all over it. Like a good fucked-up muscle stud." He was not really angry, but he said it in a way to signal that the idea of me licking his boot was disgusting to him.

I found myself so humiliated. I was kneeling on the ground, in public, naked, and my dick harder than ever. The tip was pointing up to and rubbing against my belly and dripping my slop all over my belly and onto my thighs. I had gone from a bright-eyed, smart, know-it-all teenager to a slutty asshole, unworthy to lick a real man's filthy, smelly boot. I was ready to lick his garbage worker's boot and begged him to let me do it. And... and... he refused me! Am I not worthy enough. I'm not! And, I admitted to myself, he was right. Harry was so right. He never said it; I guess it needed to be a self-discovery. Who I had become, who I had been inside all along, was a cock-sucking, fuck-hole slut, who needed to be humiliated, even in public, and present myself as a plaything for a man to use. Would Harry accept me? I wondered.

I sobbed softly and wondered. I turned and crawled on my hands and knees up the walkway toward Harry's house. The trash truck drove off to the neighbor's property and then beyond. I glanced back to where we were standing and noticed my clothes were gone. I did not care. Those clothes were none of my concern. I tried to blow out the snot from my runny nose as I crawled up Harry's stairs. I crawled, wondering if Harry would still want to use me for anything. As I approached the screen door, it opened toward me, and I saw Harry standing there in the doorway, holding it open for me. I assumed he wanted me inside. After all, I was still naked, and now, on his porch, his neighbors would know he knew me. But he stood there as if waiting for something.

I was on my hands and knees before him, with nowhere to go. I broke down. I placed my face on his shoes, kissed them, and hugged his legs as tight as possible. I never wanted to let go. I embraced his lower body, not only in my bare skin but with my soul stripped naked, as well. I knelt down, lifted my face to his groin, and squeezed him as my way of begging him to forgive me. He was silent, as my chest and arms now encircled his upper thighs and ass cheeks. I held onto him desperately, so full of humiliation and shame. I cried out loud with my open mouth pressed firmly against his pant zipper as I cried into his groin. It was not a sexual thing. That's just where my face ended up when I kneeled there. I could feel his dick inside, stretching out and lengthening. My eyes were squeezed shut. I was too embarrassed to look up at him. There, on his front porch, naked, I openly whaled, my most intimate need completely exposed.

"Sir, I am so sorry. I am so, so fucking sorry." And then I just convulsed with tremors and released uncontrollable sobbing. Harry did not speak, nor did he move. He let me hold him tightly as I handed him my soul. "Please forgive me. I was so cruel, greedy, selfish, arrogant, and wrong. I cheated you and everyone, and even my dorm room friends. I will never play poker again. Never! I am so sorry I treated you and everyone like dog shit." I cried more sobs. "You don't have to accept my apology. You don't have to speak to me or even let me in. I don't deserve to be in the company of an honorable and powerful man like you." And I released more tears until I was emptied by my confession and new-found humility. Then, a hand touched me gently on the top of the head and stroked my hair softly from ear to ear. Then he spoke.

"Here are the new rules, my rules that will control your life, at least in the near future." And he listed them. My mouth gaped open in awe as he went through his list.

"One, you will come to visit me every Friday evening when we are mutually available. When you arrive, and before you ring my doorbell, you will strip naked and toss ALL your clothes into my trashcan on the side of the house. Best if you buy cheap, used clothes at a thrift store and wear as little as possible on your journey here so you won't have to throw away any important clothes. Furthermore, I suggest you stop wearing shoes on your journey here, so you won't have to keep replacing them. I promise you will leave here in time for your college classes at the start of the weekday. I assume Monday morning." I nodded hypnotically.

"Two, you will no longer play with your dick to climax or even just to tease it, not even if you are bored in the privacy of the dorm room. Of course, if a virile lad like you has a climactic dream, I will not hold that against you. You did not knowingly cause that. If you feel you will either need to climax or go crazy, you will have to call me. I might allow you to beat off, but it's not likely. Your agony in times of extreme erotic frustration is something that I not only enjoy but encourage to deeply develop in you." Of course, I knew he wanted me to be in agony for long periods -- to please him and his friends.

"If you feel you should enjoy a much-needed climax, anyway, and then suffer the consequences with me later, it will cost you dearly. Your punishment will be intense. And you will regret testing me. The upside for me is that I will enjoy your physical and emotional pain almost as much as your erotic pain. You do not know it yet, but you will seek desperately to please me even if it means seeking severe punishment from me, even for no reason." He smiled as he said this. I did not believe him, but my dick bobbed a few times.

"Three, I will put you through various training `programs' so that your dick will learn two things: 1) your dick will get hard and stay hard anytime I wish, no matter where we are or the circumstances. 2) It will not release its load. I will allow your release occasionally, usually in public, to keep you healthy. You will not enjoy being pent up and frustrated to the extreme. However, that is none of your concern. It is rather another important way you will learn to please me. So if you have an erection, even nonstop, for several days, from Friday night to Monday morning, you will be ecstatic because it pleases me. Although, I do realize that you will need to get some sleep. I must tell you, boy, I do love those occasional three-day holiday weekends where you need not return to class until Tuesday." He spoke firmly. I think I caught him lustfully drooling. As if rule three was not shocking enough, he floored me with his last rule.

"Last, rule four, you will NOT stop playing poker, as you just promised a while ago. Just the opposite. You will continue to play with anyone who asks you to. You will carry a deck of cards, often in your hand, to signal your readiness for a betting game. However, you are never," Henry put his finger under my chin to bring my face looking up into his eyes, "NEVER to win. You will use all your past art of conning everyone to throw every game, winning only a small hand here and there. But in EVERY game, you will end up the big loser. This is how you will repay everyone you cheated, and no matter what is in the pot, money, your clothes, or your dignity, you will lose." I nodded and realized that my friends would start to take complete advantage of me, as they would soon see me losing my edge at poker, unable to win as I usually did. I was dumbfounded but found myself just nodding yes to everything.

"Now, if you break any of these or future rules, I will dump you. You will never see me again. This is an all-or-nothing deal. So think carefully and tell me if you accept my rules?"

I did not even hesitate. I was naked on the porch, eager to accept his offer, and in good earnest, said, "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"Then, stand up and go inside to the rear of the house. There is a bathroom there. Shower, get all cleaned up but do not wash your dick. You will wait for me to wash that. It is mine now. You are a good kid, a beautiful, good boy. I know that. You had always thought that you knew yourself. Today, you have started to learn otherwise. I know what you need. I will be there for you every step of the way. You will resist." Harry looked up at the ceiling and mumbled, "Oh God, how I love that." Then he looked down at me with a smile that seemed both loving and sadistic. "Just to let you know, after you bathe, we will go into the living room, and I will teach you how to throat my dick. You will practice on my dick as I sit back, relax, and call a few friends to come over for dinner tonight. Try not to disturb my phone conversations by making choking noises. Later, when my guests arrive, we will all play a long poker game. The bets will not involve money." Harry snickered. "They will be most unusual. My friends and I will have a lot of fun. You will be what you truly hunger to be, what your soul craves to be, our entertainment." Then he looked at me with some seriousness and added, "Do you have any questions, boy?"

I was floored and unsure of so many things. I asked Master Henry the only question that came to mind, "Sir? Do I have to admit that I love to be used? And even forced into it?" Harry smiled, giggled, actually, knowing where I was coming from, and pleased to see HIS naked boy on his front porch.

"No, boy. No. You don't have to admit it. Even after all that has happened to you today, you still have a lot of shyness. I like that very much. Trying to hold onto the tiniest bit of modesty, to protect yourself from embarrassment, is a wonderful sight for me and my friends." He chuckled more to himself and then dismissed me with his hand. I got up, went into his house as he directed, showered, and waited for him to wash my dick. I wondered what lay ahead this evening as I looked down and saw my dick once again rock hard.

The End

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