Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2022 12:41:32 -0800 From: JK writer Subject: It started with a Dare -5 Chapter 5: The Poker Game Billy walked down the stairs and saw Scott and Tim sitting at a table with a couple decks of cards. As he reached the bottom level he walked past the table, all the while being watched by the two men. He walked to the other side of the room and stood lazily positioning his hands over his cock to protect whatever modesty he might have left, which wasn't much. Jon wasn't too far behind him down the stairs and walked up to Billy and stood next to him. He leaned down to talk into Billy's ear. "Move those hands away boy," ordered Jon. "You are not to cover yourself. You are our entertainment and seeing you is only part of it." Billy moved his hands away fully exposing himself to the two men as Jon stood up. "Well gentlemen," started Jon, "as I told you this is Billy. And he will be our little helper today. He will provide whatever we need. Drinks, snacks.," Jon smaller as he lowers his hand to Billy's cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, "anything you want." Billy gulped and took a deep breath as Jon continued. "Now, as you know the game is Strip Poker. The winner of each hand will choose an article of clothing from each of the two losers to be removed. As some added excitement, young Billy here will be the one removing noir clothing as it comes off." Billy looked at Jon in shock, but he ignored they boy and just walked by to sit at the table Jon picked up the deck of cards and began shuffling and dealing out the hands. Each man looked at their hand, Jon took one card. Tim and Scott each took took. When they laid their cards on the table Jon had three 2's. Scott had a pair of aces, while Tim had managed a full house. Tim smiled and pointed at Scott, "Shoes". He then looked at Jon, "Shirt." Billy stood there watching the card game wondering how he got into this situation and not moving. Jon coughed, Billy looked at him and saw he was being motioned to get on with it. Billy walked over to Jon and began unbuttoning his shirt the. Slid it off his back. Jon thanked him for his assistance by stroking Billy's cock. Billy stood there a bit enjoying the feeling before turning around to head towards Scott. As he was walking away Jon gave him a playful smack on the ass. Billy reached Scott and bent down to his knees and began untying his shoes. All the while Scott was simultaneously rubbing Billy's head and pushing his face closer to his crotch. Billy pulled off his shoes and stood up. As he did so, Scott ran his hands over his chest and cock. He massaged Billy's balls while stroking his clock. "Thank you Billy." Scott said "You're welcome sir." Billy stuttered. "Go get us some drinks boy" ordered Jon. This snapped Billy out of his trance and he walked to the fridge and grabbed bottles of beer. As he delivered each one, they stroked his cock in thanks. Billy didn't want to admit it, but he was enjoying the attention he was getting, lingering longer each time. Billy grabbed each of the men a beer from the fridge and delivered them. He handed Jon his beer and waited for his reward. Jon rashes out and stroked Billy's cock. "That's my good boy." Billy walked over to Scott and handed him his beer. Scott likewise stroked Billy's cock a little in appreciation. When Billy approached Tim, he got a surprise. Tim took Billy's hand that had the beer and brought it to his lap then pulled the beer out, pressing Billy's hand on his crotch. Tim then reached out to stroke Billy's cock while holding Billy's hand to his own cock. Billy began to rub Tim's cock through his pants. Tom moved his hand away and Billy continued rubbing. "Enjoying the feel boy?" Asked Tim Billy nodded. "Let me give you a better feel then." Said Tim as he went to unbutton his pants "Not yet Tim." Scolded Jon. Tim stoped and just let Billy continue rubbing. "Stop that boy. There will be plenty of that later." Demanded Jon. The harshness of Jon's voice snapped Billy out of his trance. "What?" Asked Billy. "To the winner goes the spoils." Said Jon. "So to speak anyway." "What's that mean?" Asked Billy. "You boy. You're the prize." Said Jon. "The what?" Wondered Billy. "The prize." Answered Jon. "Everyone will get a little something from you. But for the last man standing, you will belong to them." Billy looked on in confusion. "To the first man out, they get to play with your body. Using their hands only. To the runner up, you are to play with their cocks." Said Jon. "And the winner?" Said Billy. "The winner gets you all to themselves. For whatever they want" smirked Jon.