Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2004 23:44:50 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 18

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You Lost The Bet - Chapter 18

By R. A. Swain

P.J. O'Shannon stood in front of his office building waiting for his cousin
Joey to arrive. Joey was taking P.J. out for the evening, and P.J. was
going because he lost a bet to Joey and pretty much belonged to his cousin
for the evening.

Now P.J. wasn't entirely excited by the thought of belonging to Joey for
the evening. He never minded losing such a bet to his cousin Scotty or to
his brother John, because they approached bets and dares a bit differently
than Joey. Scotty enjoyed the bets and dares simply for what they were, and
gave as good as he got. He usually enjoyed getting as much as getting
someone else naked, and most of his dares were more along the lines of frat
initiations.

John had a different approach to bets and dares. John got off on the
gambling as much as he did on the winning and losing. He was more than
likely to lose sight of a dare with P.J. and just dissolve into an evening
of sex, but Joey was the dark side of the sexual force. P.J. didn't mind
playing on that side of the line, pushing limits in many directions, but he
had to be in the mood for it. He spent the latter part of the afternoon
working himself up mentally for an evening of belonging to Joey.

He had kicked himself for making the bet to begin with, but he couldn't
resist the urge to torture Joey a little. They had bet on the outcome of a
tennis game they had been watching, and Joey kept upping the ante. At first
it was just loser whipping his dick out and jerking off, but then it kept
getting more intense, with the loser stripping naked on Joey's balcony,
overlooking the parking lot of his condo, and stroking until the loser shot
two loads. >From there it became doing everything the winner wanted from
one hour, and finally for an evening.

Joey pulled up at the curb and honked the horn. P.J. strode across the
sidewalk to the Camaro. "When are you going to get a grownups car?" he
asked, as he got in.

"Never," Joey replied. He glanced at P.J., still in his business suit and
tie. "Are you dressed as agreed?"

P.J. cast his eyes downward. "Yes."

Joey reached over and casually felt P.J.'s chest, feeling the leather
harness beneath the blue cotton suit. He ran his hand slowly down the
length of the harness strap toward his cousin's crotch. "Cock ring as
well?"

Again P.J. nodded. "And no underwear. So, Cuz, what are you going to do to
me tonight? Complete humiliation? Embarrassment beyond my wildest
imagination?"

Joey laughed. "Nothing that cruel. In fact, you're probably going to really
get off on it. What I've got planned will appeal to your exhibitionistic
side."

P.J.'s interest was peaked. "Will you tell me?"

Joey shook his head. "Nope. First I'm taking you to dinner, at a nice
restaurant, just like a real date, then a club a friend of mine just
opened."

"You're up to something," P.J. said as they drove toward the downtown area.

Joey just smiled and popped a CD in the player. He grinned from ear to ear
when the first song came on, and glanced at P.J. to see if he recognized
it. P.J. had. "Oh very funny, Cuz." He smiled to himself at Joey's choice
of music. A remake of an old song called, 'You Belong To Me'.

"Just trying to get you in the mood. We will be dancing later."

P.J. glanced toward his cousin. He just knew Joey, with his dark hair, and
dark eyes, and pale skin that just didn't tan no matter what he did, was
playing a mind game on him. "So you said this is like a real date?"

"Well, not in the romantic sense," Joey said. "After all, we are
cousins. It just wouldn't be proper. However, in the sense of you belonging
to me, being submissive to me for the evening, doing as I order you to do,
without question, it'll be like that sort of a date."

"Sick fuck," P.J., muttered.

"Believe it, baby." Joey replied as they pulled out at one of the fancier
restaurants in town. "I know a waiter here. He tells me the food is to die
for."

"You're paying, of course?" P.J. asked.

"What kind of guy would I be to take my date out and not pay? Of course I'm
paying. Let's go." Joey ushered P.J. in and briefly spoke to the Maitre
d'. They were ushered to a table near a window overlooking the side
street. The room was fairly empty.

"Very nice," P.J. mused.

"Only the best for my cousin," Joey countered. He looked up. "Hey, there's
my waiter buddy." The waiter approached the table. "Hey Tef. How's it
hanging?"

"Good, Joey. Great to see you." The waiter said.

"Tef, this here is my cousin P.J. P.J. this is Teflon," Joey introduced the
two men.

"Teflon?"

"Yeah, nothing sticks to me. Call me Tef."

"Tef, pleased to meet you."

"Likewise. May I bring you a drink while you look over the menu?"

"Champagne," Joey said. "Always drink champagne."

"Gotcha," Tef said, wandering away.

P.J. glanced out the window. "Joey, so far this has been a very nice, um,
date."

"Thank you," Joey replied. "Do you remember that pizza joint we went to
about eight months ago?"

P.J. wrinkled his brow. "Pizza joint?"

"Yeah, after that game of basketball in the park, when we bet loser did
anything the winner wanted for the rest of the night?"

P.J.'s eyes widened. "Oh, that pizza joint." He looked around. "You aren't
going to-"

"What, make you do what you made me do in that restaurant? No, I'm not."

P.J. gave a brief sigh of relief. He remembered they had gone for pizza
after the game, and decided to get Joey a little for some past
losses. "That wasn't as fancy of a restaurant, and you were wearing a long
tank top. No one really noticed."

Joey smiled. "Buddy, you made me eat pizza at the table in the center of
the restaurant, with my basketball shorts and jock down around my
ankles. Lucky for me no one noticed. And then you made me slip them off and
carry them out, wearing only my shirt, socks and sneakers. And as I recall,
you made me walk out with a hard on."

P.J. smiled. "Yeah, that was for starters. I guess I was kind of hard on
you that night."

Joey smiled. "Well, I'm not as vindictive as you think. I don't want you to
drop your pants in this fine establishment. All I want is for you to place
you napkin over you lap, reach beneath it, pull down you zipper and take
you cock out and play with it until you're hard. I don't want you to remove
the napkin or expose yourself like you made me do that time."

P.J. looked around. There were a few tables on the opposite side of the
room with patrons, but none near enough. He felt himself getting aroused at
the idea of sitting in the restaurant with his cock sticking out of his
pants beneath a soft linen napkin. His eyes met Joey's and he unfolded the
swan folded napkin, placing it on his lap. He glanced out the window at a
couple walking by, and paused before slipping his hand beneath the napkin.

Joey never broke eye contact with P.J. while his cousin cautiously exposed
his cock beneath the linen. "Now get it hard."

P.J. took a deep breath, and did as he was told. His eyes darted around the
room and to the window several times before he placed his hand back on top
of the table. They didn't speak much after they ordered, P.J. feeling
slightly self-conscious of his level of exposure. Joey had been right. The
idea did appeal to his exhibitionistic side. The thought of being exposed
in a room where people could possible see him if the napkin slipped, and
also in front of a window at the same time, where passing cars could see
him, did keep him aroused through soup, salad, main course, and dessert.

Tef brought the check. "I hope you gentlemen had a good evening?"

"Oh yes," Joey said. "Hey Tef, about your tip?"

"Yes?"

"Well, P.J. here is going to give it to you, but first he has something to
show you." Joey said with a grin.

P.J.'s eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me, Cuz." Joey said, nodding. "Move your napkin and show Tef
what you've got."

P.J. paused, glancing around, and reluctantly moved his napkin from his
lap. Tef's eyes lit up. "Is that my tip?"

"If you want it to be," Joey said. "But I was thinking you could collect
your tip at Jeremy's new club in say, two hours?"

"I'll be there," Tef said. "I hope he's worth it."

P.J. glanced down, slightly hurt by the comment. "I'm very worth it."

Tef smiled. "Is this your first time to the club?"

P.J. nodded.

"Oh, we're gonna have fun." Tef took Joey's credit card and returned a few
minutes later. "Catch ya later, dude."

Joey allowed P.J. to slip his cock back into his pants, but told him not to
zip up. It was difficult for P.J. to leave the restaurant, walking through
the room, because his cock, once hard, was staying hard due to the cock
ring attached to the harness he was wearing. Each step caused the harness
to jerk his cock slightly. He moved cautiously until they got to the car.

Joey giggled all the way out to the car, and burst into laughter when
P.J. sat in the passenger seat and his cock poked through his open fly. "Oh
man, that was fun."

"So I'm going to be blowing Tef later at this club?" P.J. asked. He
absentmindedly ran his hand over the tip of his cock.

"Sort of, but you'll see. This is a fun new club in the basement of the old
gym on Truman Boulevard. It's a gay club, and tonight is leather
night. That's why I had you wear the harness."

P.J. looked at Joey. "Man, this is only a harness. I'll be completely
exposed. Isn't that against the law?"

"Only if the police raid the place, and they won't. And you'll be exposed
when and where I say so." Joey reached over and gave P.J.'s cock a few
strokes before telling his to zip up.

P.J. tried to relax and hoped his erection would go down slightly, but cock
rings weren't designed to allow that to happen so easily. A short time
later he found himself at the new club Joey had raved was so fantastic. It
was, in some sense of the word. Dark walls and mirrored balls, and flashing
lights and the latest music, and cages decorated the place. Actual cages,
with dancers in them, P.J. mused. He'd only seen such things on television.

Joey noticed P.J.'s stare. "You'll be in one of those later, if I decide
that's where I want you. For now, let's get a drink and loosen your tie."

P.J. did loosen his tie, but not remove it. After Joey made the rounds to
all of his friends, and made it quite clear to P.J. he knew a lot of the
people there, and made a show of introducing P.J. by name to everyone he
met, Joey tapped him on the shoulder. "Let's hit the dance floor."

P.J. followed Joey to the floor, bouncing to the beat. He tried to imitate
Joey's moves. Joey had always been the best dancer in the family, but
P.J. felt he could hold his own. The phrase stuck in his mind, as he
realized Joey would probably make him do just that later in the evening.

They danced through several songs and paused for a drink. "So, you like
this place?" Joey asked, shouting over the music.

"I love it," P.J. said. "Much different than the clubs and bars I'm used
to."

"It will be," Joey said with a smirk. "Come on, more dancing. And leave
your jacket here with the bartender, Richie." Joey took P.J.'s jacket and
his own and winked at the bartender who took them and placed them beneath
the bar.

Out on the floor again they danced in groups, gyrating together with
several of Joey's friends. Joey reached over to P.J. and began opening the
buttons on P.J.'s shirt. P.J. felt a rush of excitement as his naked torso
was being exposed, clad in a harness. He noted some of the appreciative
looks he was getting from some of the others guys, including Joey's
friends. Joey stripped P.J.'s shirt off completely, and handed it to a guy
standing there, motioning him to take it to the bar.

P.J. felt his cock pushing against his trousers and Joey danced close to
him, rubbing his cotton shirt clad chest against P.J.'s bare chest. Joey
opened his own shirt, revealing a similar harness, and again danced forward
toward P.J., this time rubbing hot bare skin against hot bare
skin. P.J. felt Joey's hand caress the front of his slacks, and shivered
when he felt Joey slowly opening his fly.

For a brief moment, P.J. closed his eyes, knowing what Joey was up to when
he felt Joey's hand slip into his open fly and wrap around his rock hard
cock. He opened his eyes and glanced down as Joey retracted his hand from
P.J.'s pants and exposed P.J.'s cock to the entire room. What was a
surprise to P.J. when he opened his eyes was Tef now dancing next to Joey,
and reaching into Joey's pants the same as Joey had been reaching into
P.J.'s. He was even more pleased when Tef exposed Joey's hard cock to the
dance floor.

Joey danced forward to P.J. again, this time rubbing his cock against his
cousin's. He leaned forward, and took hold of P.J.'s pants, working the
belt loose and then the button open. He let them go and they fell to P.J.'s
ankles. Tef did the same to Joey, revealing Joey was also wearing a very
similar harness with attached cock ring. Tef knelt down and helped both men
remove their shoes and socks while they danced.

When he stood up again he handed the clothing to Joey, and took P.J. by the
hand. "Let's get you in a cage," he shouted.

P.J. felt hands grabbing him as Tef moved him through the gyrating dance
floor crowd. He guided P.J. up a set of steps to an empty cage, and pushed
him gently into the cage. Stepping in behind P.J., Tef ground his crotch
against P.J.'s firm ass. "Oh man, that feels good. I think it's time I
collected my tip."

Tef fell to his knees in front of P.J. and took P.J.'s swinging cock
between his lips. He began to suck on P.J. in earnest. As P.J. looked out
over the dance floor he realized he was being sucked off in front of a
roomful of strangers. He felt hands on his back and glanced over his
shoulder to see Joey standing behind him.

"Are you enjoying this?" Joey asked.

"You know I am," P.J. shouted.

"Good, because the three of us are the main attraction in the back room in
half an hour."

P.J. looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Cuz, as part of paying up on our little bet, we're going into the
back room, for a private show, where I'm going to fuck you while you suck
off Tef." Joey shouted, while grinding his bare cock against P.J.'s
ass. "We're going to put on a live sex show for some select clients of
Jeremy's. And since you are enjoying Tef so much, after we do our thing,
you and Tef are going to finish off in a sixty-nine."

"Man, I don't know whether to feel embarrassed or kiss you for this."

"You can suck my cock in a few minutes in front of a bunch of strangers,"
Joey said. "Now let's change venues."

P.J. was led back out of the cage, down the stairs and through the crowd to
a side door. Once inside, the three men were led to a small stage in the
center of a roomful of more people, some of whom P.J. had met earlier with
Joey. He looked around, marveling at the crowd of people watching them. He
was fully turned on by the exposure, and by the dare.

Mostly, the dares he did were in semi-public, where he was in danger of
being seen or arrested if spotted, and many of the other dares where just
sexually exciting, but this one was playing into his every fantasy. Joey
knew how to take him to the dark side, where he could give himself over to
absolute pleasure, and abandon, and not feel guilty of too much
pleasure. Not that he ever really did feel guilty of enjoying himself too
much, but occasionally he did have a pang of guilt or remorse for enjoying
himself when others couldn't or didn't.

It didn't take long for music to start again, and this time P.J. was on his
knees sucking his cousin, and Tef, who had stripped off his clothing to
reveal a slender frame, covered in light brown fur, and a smooth well
defined chest.

Tef and Joey both thrust their cocks into P.J.'s mouth, fighting for
attention before he felt Joey pull away. Joey's hands glided down P.J.'s
body and positioned him for the next part of the show. He felt Joey's
fingers exploring his ass, and then felt the slickness of lube being gently
applied while he continued to lick and suck on Tef's eight-inch long, five
inch wide mushroom headed cock.

He felt Joey enter him with one then two then finally three fingers. His
cousin was preparing his ass for a familiar assault. This wasn't the first
time Joey would fuck P.J., nor the first time in front of people, but the
first time in front of this many people at one time or in this public of a
place. He closed his eyes and paused in his worship of Tef's cock when he
felt Joey's cock pressing against his hole. He opened his mouth to moan
when Joey slipped inside of him and Tef shoved his cock back into his
mouth.

P.J. took Tef as far in as he could, while Joey took his ass hard and
fast. He felt Joey's balls began slapping against his own as Joey rode him
faster and harder to the cheers of the crowd. Tef fucked his mouth equally
as fast, and after what seemed like forever, he felt Joey pulling out of
his ass and then felt the first of several splats of cum on his ass. Joey
leaned over him, pressing his body against P.J.'s, "Happy birthday, Cuz,"
he whispered. "You thought I forgot it's tomorrow?"

P.J. leaned back against Joey, as Tef pulled out of his mouth and shot his
load on P.J.'s chest and stomach. Joey kissed P.J., and ground his still
hard cock against his cousin's ass. "Are you up for one more show?"

"Damn straight I am," P.J. said. "And thanks, for the birthday dare."

P.J. leaned back in his chair. "And that was the best birthday present I
ever got," he said.

"Sure beats the gift Joey gave me last year," Scotty said.

"Hey, I figured you could use McDonald's gift certificates. Besides, I like
making you do more privately humiliating things." Joey laughed as he spoke.

"Oh, like what?" John asked. He stretched his legs out in front of him and
took a swig of his beer.

"It's not your turn to ask a truth or dare," Joey said.

"Yeah, it's my turn to ask," P.J. said. "So, John. Truth or dare?"

John smirked. "Okay, little brother, I'll take a dare."

P.J. looked around his backyard. It was well after midnight, and the four
men were sitting on the patio near the pool, in the dark, drinking beer and
having fun. P.J. surveyed each of the guys. He was amazed they weren't more
naked. Scotty and John were both wearing cutoff shorts, Joey was wearing a
light blue speedo, and he was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. "I dare you to
hang your cock out of your shorts with a hard on until it's your turn
again."

John reached for his zipper. "So you mean I stay out and hard from this
turn until my next turn?" He tugged his fly down, hauled out his semi-hard
cock and began stroking it.

"Yup," P.J. said.

John looked at Joey. "So Joey, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Joey quickly replied.

"I dare you to take P.J.'s cock out of his shorts for him, and stroke it
until it's his turn again."

P.J. smiled, as Joey quickly moved in front of him, opened his fly and
reached in, wrapping his hand around P.J.'s growing cock, and exposing it
for all to see. He began stroking it and turned to Scotty. "Hey bro, truth
or dare?"

"Dare," Scotty said, intently watching his little brother jerking off his
cousin.

"I dare you strip off your shorts," Joey said with a smirk.

Scotty stood up and dropped his shorts, standing naked in front of his
kinsmen. "Now if I choose John it'll be his turn and he can put his cock
away, right?"

"Depends on what you dare me?" John countered.

"Cool. So I'm guessing you'll take a dare?"

John nodded. "Well in that case, strip off your shorts and join me naked,"
Scotty said.

John quickly dropped his shorts, and sat back down with his hard cock
sticking up in front of him. "P.J., truth or dare?"

"Dare," P.J. responded.

"I dare you to strip off everything you're wearing and swim a lap in the
pool."

P.J. shrugged as Joey stopped stroking his cock. "I was just getting into
the hand job. Okay, nude lap in the pool." He shed his T-shirt and shorts,
and stepped over to the pool. He dove in and glided the length under water
and then swam a lap back. Climbing out he shook the water off without a
towel and sat back down. "Scotty, truth or dare?" he asked.

"Dare."

"I dare you," he paused and looked about for a moment. "I dare you to strip
your little brother and suck on his cock for one minute."

Scotty was on his knees in front of Joey and pulling his speedo off before
Joey could stand. Joey thrust his cock forward into his brother's mouth and
continued thrusting, fucking his big brother's mouth. John and P.J. watched
the show, both stroking their own cocks.

Scotty finally stopped after slightly more than a minute. He looked up from
his position at Joey's feet. "Truth or dare, little brother?"

"Dare."

Scotty looked over his shoulder at John and then back to P.J. "I dare you
to suck on all three of our cocks until you bring two of us off. The guy
you don't get off is the winner. He gets to fuck you while the other two
guys watch."

Joey smiled. "You're on, big brother."

Scotty stood up along side John and P.J. who had both leapt from their
chairs and were each on a side of Joey who was now on his knees. The three
men pushed together slightly, until Joey was able to lick the tips of all
three cocks at the same time, and then start taking them in his mouth. He
started on John, because John had the biggest cock, and he enjoyed sucking
on it, rotating to P.J. just to make Scotty wait for his mouth on his
cock. When he wasn't sucking a cock he was stroking it, and having a great
time doing a circle jerk.

All three guys were so intent on what was going on; they didn't hear
Steven, the neighbor's 21 year-old son tiptoe around the side of the house
and take a position on the edge of the patio. He sat on the edge of a
lounge chair, and reached into his shorts, playing with himself while
watching the brothers and cousins putting on a show for him.

It didn't take John long to begin moaning and soon he was cumming, shooting
his load on Joey's chest. Scotty, as always, couldn't hold out once he saw
another guy blow, and he too moaned, reared back and shot his white hot cum
all over his little brother's chest.

Steven removed his hand from his shorts and applauded. All four men jumped
slightly. "What the fuck?" P.J. said. "You scared the crap out of us."

"Well, you guys were busy when I rounded the side of the house, and besides
I enjoyed the show," Steven said, a smirk on his face.

John was the first to regain his senses. "Well kid, since you watched our
show, it would only be fair of you to put on a show for us."

Steven looked at the ground. "Well, I suppose it would be fair."

"I dare you," P.J. said. "Put on a show for us, and then join us."

Steven bit his lip and smiled. "What kind of show do you want?"

Scotty spoke first. "I want to watch you strip our of those shorts, and
play with yourself, your cock, your balls and your ass, while we watch."

"Yeah," Joey chimed in. "We want to see how many fingers you can stick up
your ass. P.J. go get the boy some lube."

"Steven, I warned you about showing up late for a party," P.J. said. "Don't
start the show without me."

The End Chapter 18

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