Date: Sat, 6 Sep 2014 09:10:53 -0700
From: Wibi Player <wibiplayer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skin in the game 4

Part 4

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No one was happy to leave Pete's house caged.  The only consolation that
any of them could have was that everyone was caged. Both teams had lost so
everyone was locked up again.  Everyone was hoping and rooting for their
teams to win next Sunday.  The Pack would be playing their other perennial
rival, the Minnesota Vikings at 7pm while the Bears took on the Redskins in
a noon game.

During the next week, there were quite a few emails flying back and forth
between all of the men, but Joe and John were accidentally on purpose left
out of the loop.  Every one agreed that the addition of the after point
whippings made the games much much more interesting, and they actually
wanted them to continue; but they all knew that Old Man Winter would be
there soon and they would need to curtail their punishments.  Tieing
someone to the clotheslines in 30 degree weather would not be sane or safe.
So they decided on a Plan B.  Joe and John would continue to be the main
centers of attention each week.  But in addition to them, two other men
would also have to endure the same punishments that they had to endure –
and the teams would be assigned to the two volunteers at random.  So a life
long Bear fan could have to endure Packer punishments during the game
including getting caged if the lost.  But he would also be caged if the
Bears lost.

Pete once again volunteered to have the festivities at his house and as
expected everyone arrived between 10:00 and 11:00 eager to find out who
would join Joe and John in getting punished and to find out if Denise would
be joining them.  As they arrived they saw that Pete had added an
additional twist to the mix.  He put up a sign on the driveway directing
everyone to park at the far end of the property, near a densely forested
parcel – still well out of sight of his neighbors.  Once they arrived at
the back door, they found yet another note.  It read simply "All Men must
leave All Clothes in the Car.  Shoes included."  At 10:00 it was 55 degrees
and predicted to get up to about 70 before the first major cold front of
the winter came through around 8 PM, the temp was predicted to plummet to
the low 20s by the time the Packer game would be over.

Once everyone was assembled, and Mark arrived without Denise in tow, Joe
and John found out that the rules had been changed on them.  Oh, they would
still be punished if the other team scored in their respective games, but
they would not be able to watch the game or hear what the score was until
the game was over.  They and their punishment partner would be secluded in
Pete's basement during their respective game.  And since Mark had once
again failed to bring Denise, he was unanimously selected to be John's
partner for the Bears game.

Both men were lead to the Play Room and handcuffed Marks right hand to
John's left and Mark's left to John's right.  Mark had never stood so close
to another naked man, much less held hands with another naked man.  Mark
thought this wasn't too bad, he could stand here looking at Mark during the
game.  But he knew that this weeks torment would not be that simple.  Dave
took a pole with hooks on both ends and attached the handcuffs to each end
and then lowered a chain from the ceiling.  Hooking the chain to the pole,
he then winched the pole slowly towards the ceiling forcing both Mark and
John to slowly move closer together until the two men stood chest to chest.

 If either man took a leak, he would be pissing on his partner.  Luckily
for both men, being caged, their cocks were pointed downward. .

Parachutes were attached to each man's balls and instead of letting them
fall separately; the chains were secured together so the weights would be
shared between the two.  Since Denise did not join them today, Mark
automatically got his punishment 2 pounds attached to his balls.  But since
he wasn't alone in this, and this was the second week he had failed to
bring Denise, the others decided to begin with 5 pounds.

"Mark, you fucker, you better bring your girlfriend with next week," was
all John could say as the weight fell pulling on their balls.  The
assembled men all laughed at his comment, many slowly rubbing their balls
just thankful that they didn't have five pounds hanging from them.

The two men didn't expect the next couple of additions to their rigging.  A
gallon bucket was hung under the weights, so most if not all of the urine
that they would produce would also be adding to their punishment.  Neither
man thought much of the bucket, how much could they piss in a couple hours
without drinking anything.

As they stood there, Pete climbed a small ladder and pulled four rubber
hoses from the ceiling.  It was obvious that these hoses ran through the
floor above, but Mark and John could not see the funnels upstairs that Pete
had attached them to.  They'd be drinking plenty.  Pete took a penis gag
and stuck it in Mark's mouth.  He tried to resist but Pete only had to lean
slightly on the bucket and Mark reluctantly opened his mouth.  He quickly
realized that the gag was hollow and he could comfortably breathe through
the gag.  But not for long.  One of the four rubber tubes was attached it,
leaving Marks throat wide open for what ever liquids were poured in the
funnels upstairs.

John got the same treatment.

Joe watched all of this, a slight smile on his face, just happy that he
wouldn't have to endure this treatment right away, but dreading the fact
that he'd have to endure it later, during the Packers game.  Dave caught
sight of the smile and said, "don't be so happy, Joe. Your turn is next."

"But I don't have to stay down here until the Packers game," he protested.

"Wrong.  All four of you get this treatment from now until the end of the
Packers game."

"Who is going to be my partner?"

With that Pete reached into the hat that contained everyone's names and
drew out the name Rod.  A quiet "Oh Fuck" could be heard from a man
standing near the stairs.  Rod was the youngest member of the group, at 23,
he stood just over 6 ft and was a bean pole, barely tipping the scales at
150.  Much as he tried, he could not gain an ounce of muscle.  Despite that
it was obvious that he worked out constantly.  He was a regular at Cardinal
Fitness on 75th Street spending two to three hours there every day.
Lifting and running.  He was one of the few Packers fans in the crowd, so
at least Joe would be connected to another Packer fan.  Rod's equipment was
the envy of many of the men in that room.  Most of them wanted to get the
chance to worship Rod's rod as they had jokingly named it.  At 7 inches, it
was the biggest Rod in the room.  And his balls were the size of large
walnuts, hanging low between his legs.

"Let's get to it," he said as he walked over to Joe and grabbed his hands,
waiting to be handcuffed just as Mark and John were.  Dave did the honors
and attached the bar, pulling the two men close together and attached the
parachutes to their balls.

Once Dave got the parachutes attached, Joe asked if they would be getting
the five pound punishment weights that Mark and John were carrying.  The
answer was unanimous.  "Yes".

"Mark, next week, we are at your house if that's what it takes to get
Denise to participate!" yelled Joe as the weights started swinging between
his legs.  As with Mark and John, Joe and Rod had a bucket attached to
their parachutes as well.

Penis gags were inserted in their mouths and rubber hoses connected to
them.

"For your entertainment, we have thoughtfully provided the greatest music
of all times."  With that, Pete hit play on the ipod.  The four men would
be listening to Bach, Beethoven, Grieg, Gregorian Chant.  Great music like
that all day.  And the quiet babbling of a small fountain in the corner.
They would be listening to running water all day.  And you know what that
causes!

They didn't realize that this room was sound proof, the others would be
upstairs from them and enjoying the game and these four would not be able
to hear a word from outside.

"Now, don't worry, some one will be down to check on you during the games,"
were Pete's reassuring words as the rest left the room and went upstairs.
As they settled down to watch the game, Pete let the others know that the
toilets were off limits for the pissing.  He said, just grap to a funnel
and let it rip, pointing to the four funnels, attached to rubber hoses,
sitting on the table along the wall.

"Which funnel goes to whom?"

"Don't know.  Just be sure to spread the wealth.  You can also let the boys
down stairs have some beer and pop.  Or soda if you prefer.  Pour the
beverages slowly, you don't know who you're giving it to and you don't know
how quickly they can drink."

After that quick introduction, three men grabbed funnels and started
pissing.  "been holding this for a while.  Gotta go."  Downstairs, three of
the restrained men got the first taste of what was to come during the
course of the day.  Liquids down the hose with no warning.  Joe was the
only one who didn't get a drink.  But he could tell by the look on Rod's
face that he wasn't happy to be drinking.  Luckily for them, the penis gag
pretty much funneled the acrid piss straight down their throats so they
didn't have to taste it.

At the end of the first quarter, Pete quietly went outside.  He went to
each car and gathered the clothes that the men had worn there that morning,
but could not wear inside.  Making sure that the pockets were empty of
money, keys, etc., he put all of the clothes into a 55 gallon drum and
filled it with water.  "No way that its gonna hit 70 today," Pete thought,
glancing at the thermometer, which read just 50.  The temp was falling
instead of rising.  The cold front was coming sooner than expected.  Since
they had been inside, Tom Skilling on WGN had changed his forecast.  By the
end of the game, the air temp would be in the high teens.

Every 15 to 20 minutes some one would go down stairs to check on the four.
From the smell in the room, it was clear that the combination of the
funnels upstairs, which were rarely not in use, and the babbling fountain
were doing their jobs.  The buckets were both about 30% full at the end of
the first half.

The weight hanging from their balls was starting to take its toll on the
four.  None of them could stand still, but that just increased the swinging
of the buckets and weights, causing even more pain.

Meanwhile, upstairs the Bears were losing.  The Redskins has pulled to a
14-0 lead in the first quarter and the score would stay there until a
touchdown in the fourth quarter.  By the end of the Bears game, both
buckets were full.  The combination of the piss, soda and beer together
with the fountain in the background resulted in at least one of the four
men pissing into their buckets at any time.

At the end of the game, the buckets were removed from both pairs.  Very
audible sighs of relief came from all four.  The buckets were simply set
aside.  The penis gags were not removed so the four knew that they would
still be drinking from above.

No one said anything about the Bears loss.

During the time between games, Pete slipped out one more time and went to
the freezer in the garage and pulled out several bags of ice.  Taking them
to the 50 gallon drum, he added the ice to the water helping lower the
water temp even more.  It was only about 35 degrees out at this time.  He
was trying to get the water to freeze – adding to the trouble that the
Bears fans just experienced.

Once he was done with that errand, Pete joined the rest in the basement and
let everyone know that there would be one more additional torment for the
Packers game.  He reached into the bag he was carrying and pulled out a
rather large buttplug.  Joe , John, Mark and Rod all almost went pale
seeing it.  None of them had ever had anything that large in their ass.  It
was thicker than a beer can, about 3 inches in diameter, and about a foot
long, tapered at one end but that didn't make much difference as the plug
reached its full thickness quickly.

Handing the plug to Dave, he said, "You know what to do.  And here's some
lube."  Pete handed several tubes of Ben-Gay to Dave.

Dave walked over and loosened the chains so that the four men could lower
their arms.  He took the handcuffs off of them and handed each one a butt
plug and a tube of BenGay.  Rod reached for the gag in his mouth trying to
undo it so he could talk, but Dave grabbed his hand and said, "Leave that
in."

"You know what to do.  Lube up the plug and get them in place.  You'll be
reattached to the pole once you get it in place and we'll start watching
the game once the last one is in place.

The four started struggling to get the plugs in place.  Finally each man
resorted to slathering a thick coating of Ben-Gay on the plug, standing it
on the floor and squatting over it, using his own body weight to impale
himself on it.  Once the plugs were in place, they were reattached to the
poles which were raised back to the ceiling, buckets rehung from their
parachutes and the rest of the men went back upstairs to watch the game.

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony started playing as the door closed.

At the end of the first quarter, Dave went back downstairs to check on the
four.  The buckets were over a third full, the men upstairs had been
generous with the drinks.  Dave grabbed the 4 Ben-Gay tubes and said,
"Can't let these go to waste."  He put a generous helping of the menthol
lotion on his finger and reached between Mark's legs and put a coating on
his balls.  Repeating the same for the other three, soon all of them were
trying desperately to calm the burning.  But their actions simply meant the
weights on the balls swung more.  It was a vicious never-ending cycle and
Dave loved watching it.

He repeated the process, applying generous helpings of Ben-Gay on each
man's nipples and arm pits.  Each man was fighting trying to get the Ben
Gay off of him, but the more he struggled, the more he sweat, the more the
Ben-gay got activated, the more it burned.

And they kept pissing filling the buckets more and more.  And the men
upstairs kept feeding them more beer, water, soda and piss.  By the end of
the third quarter, the buckets were both full.  Dave took the buckets off
of the restrained men, removed the parachutes and covered their balls with
the rest of the Ben Gay.  By this time, the Packers were ahead 28-17 and a
Packers win looked inevitable.

The Vikings were able to score one more touchdown in the final minutes of
the game, but they still lost 28-24.  The Packer fans in the crowd would be
able to go home unlocked.

By now, there was about a half inch of ice on the 55 gallon drum that held
their clothes.

Pete and Dave released the four men, removing the penis gags from their
mouths, letting them talk for the first time in about seven hours.

"Okay, who won?" was the first question Rod asked.

"Redskins 14-7 over Da Bears and Packers 28-24 over the Vikings."

John and Mark knew that their cages would be staying put yet again.  Rod
and Joe immediately asked for the keys to their cages so they could get
out!  "Looks like someboy owes me a blow job," Joe said tugging at John's
cage.

Joe's cock was already standing tall, and ready for action.  John knelt
down and starting caressing Joe's balls, and in the process reactivating
some of the Ben Gay.  "Stop that." Joe started yelling. "Fuck that burns."

"Don't you want your blow job?" John asked with a very mischievous smile.

"Not till my balls stop burning."

The men gradually migrated upstairs.  Rod, Mark, Joe and John all very
hungry and more than a little drunk, they needed to get something to eat.
They headed for the food, some left over pizza and chips and gobbled them
down like there was no tomorrow.  Every one stuck around listening to the
four complain about the pain and the various drinks they got.  Rod and Mark
both agreed that piss was the most awful thing they had ever tasted and
they didn't want to do it again.  And with any luck, they wouldn't.  Joe
and John stayed silent knowing that those penis gags would become familiar
friends.

All day, the only one who had paid any attention to the weather was Pete.
It was now almost midnight and the temp was hovering at about 25 degrees.

Dave remembered the buckets of piss downstairs.  "Hey, Pete, what should we
do with those buckets?"

"Almost forgot about them.  Can you bring them up?"

Dave and Fred went down and got them, each man bringing up 2.  Pete told
them to put them by the back door and announced to the group.  "Time for
our own piss bucket challenge.  John and Mark, since Da Bears lost, you get
the choice of what to do with these buckets.  You can drink them or wear
them.  Your choice."

"What do you mean, wear them?"

"Go outside, right now, naked, and dump both of them over your head."

"Can we shower off after that?"

"Sure, at home."

"I don't want to drink that much," said Mark, heading for the back door.
"I can dump these over me, head for the car, get dressed and head home."

John was right behind him.

Fred said, "Don't dump until we're all there."  And the men all headed
outside into the 20 degree wind, all naked.

"Alright, we're all here.  Bucket Number 1.  On your mark.  Get set.
Dump."  And Mark and John both dumped one bucket of piss on themselves.

"Bucket Number 2.  On your mark."  Mark dumped the second bucket on his
head.  He didn't want to wait and headed for his car.

John took his cue and did the same.  Both men were back quickly.  "Pete,
our clothes are gone."  When the others heard that, they all went to their
cars.  "What the fuck?  All of our clothes are gone."

"No they're all here," Pete said, walking to the drum.  They're all in
here.  Wet, cold. And maybe even frozen.  Just like was suggested I do last
week."

Once he said that, Rod remembered that he had suggested doing this during
that email discussion the week before.  But since no one had commented on
it, he figured it had been forgotten.

"Whose idea was that?" asked several quite angrily.

"Mine," said Rod sheepishly.  "But fuck, I'm freezing.  Let's get the
clothes out of the water and get back inside."

"Oh, no you don't.  Your idea Rod was that they go from water to car to
home.  Looks like you are all going to be driving home naked tonight.
Let's hope your cars heaters all work well!"

"We meeting next week at Marks?"

"Yes, and I'll make sure Denise is there!"

The Kenosha paper the next day had a headline that no one ever thought
possible.  "Six Men Arrested for Indecent Exposure; Caught Driving Home
after Packers Game Naked".