Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 08:09:19 -0700
From: Wibi Player <wibiplayer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skin in the Game

This is my first time ... so please go easy on me...

Normal warnings apply.  Not much sex in this story, some betting, some
chastity some allusions to sex.  If this offends you, why are you here?

Please let me know how you like it.  Suggestions are always welcome
wibiplayer@yahoo.com

Joe and John were college roommates.  Until their freshman year at Loyola
University Chicago, they had never met each other.  But since they met in
August 2000, they've been virtually inseparable.  They met as freshmen in
Campion Hall where they were assigned as roommates.

John, from Vernon Hills, Illinois, was a die-hard Bears and Cub fan. He
picked Loyola for college partially because of its location close to the
Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field.  Joe, from Waukesha, Wisconsin, was a
life-long Packers and Brewers fan.  And despite being in "Enemy Territory",
he was determined to stay a "Packer Backer" and part of the "Brew Crew".

In the four years they were at Loyola, they had their fair share of
girlfriends.  They used the universal hanger on the door symbol.  If one
brought a girl back to the dorm, he'd put a hanger on the door handle so
that the other knew he'd have to find some other place to sleep.  And,
thanks to their good looks, one or the other of the roommates normally
spent at least one night each weekend sleeping in the lounge at the end of
the hall.

On those rare weekends that the roommates didn't have a hanger on the door,
they did enjoy quite a few Circle Jerk parties with each other.  And it was
during these Circle Jerk parties that each got a good look at each other.
John, at just over 6 feet weighed in at 175.  His deep blue eyes and quick
smile let him make friends quickly.  He is a definite grower.  Flaccid John
barely measured 2 inches long.  Joe, on the other hand was a bit shorter at
5'6", but built like a fire hydrant (all muscle) he weighed in at just over
200.  Joe, on the other hand was a shower.  Flaccid or erect, John measured
about 5 inches, the only difference was diameter.  All through college they
both wore their hair, coincidentally both men have brown hair, in crew
cuts.  When they went out on the town while in college, they always had at
least one girl on each arm.

But, as we all know, all good things must come to an end and they graduated
from college in 2004 and headed out into the "real world".  Both of the men
got jobs at the same company on the north shore of Chicago and got an
apartment together not too far from John's home town.  Joe was happy with
this arrangement, he was only about 2 hours from Miller Park where he could
watch his beloved Brewers and about 3.5 hours from the "Holy Land" aka
Lambeau Field.  John could still easily get to Wrigley field to see the
Cubs and Soldier Field to see his Bears.

Once they got out of college, they had a harder time meeting women.  The
women at their jobs were all, they thought, gold-diggers or too old or too
ugly.  So their dating lifes vanished.  And their Circle Jerk parties
became regular weekend events.  Both men enjoyed jacking off, but both
wanted something more.  They don't remember (or wont acknowledge) who made
the suggestion first.  But one fall Sunday, one of them suggested that they
bet on that afternoons football game and the loser would have to give a
blow job to the winner.  Again, they don't or won't say who won that
initial bet but that became their standard wager.

At the beginning of the selected game, either the Packer or Bears game that
was selected as the "BJ Game", both men would strip naked and, with beers
and munchies ready to go, head for the living room and start watching the
game.  Every so often, one or the other, again no one saying who, would add
in another stipulation to the wager.  First it was that both had to be
handcuffed to the couch so that neither could suddenly "have some place to
go" once he determined he'd be giving rather than getting.  And the other
held the key to the hand cuff.  Then it was adding the "penalty" that the
loser would not be allowed to jack off that day.  Then it was extended to
two days of no jacking.

Slowly, both men came to the realization that they were both gay.  And they
started going to a gay bar just over the Illinois-Wisconsin line.  Every
time they walked in, heads turned, just like they did when they were at
Loyola, except now, all the heads turning were male.  And they loved the
attention.

One Sunday afternoon, while they were at their favorite bar, one of them
accidently said something about the BJ Game and how they had to get home
for it.  This got the attention of the men around them and they pressed for
further information.  Joe and John both sheepishly revealed how they had
developed the bet and how they both had to watch the game naked, handcuffed
to the couch and how the loser had to give the winner a blow job.  One of
the men, named Fred, spoke up and said, "I live just down 52nd St from
here.  Come over to my place, you can watch the game there and I'd love to
see how this cums out."

Without thinking, both Joe and John said, "Lets go."

All three men had known each other for a while.  Fred was one of the first
men the roommates met when they started going to this bar (the name of
which they still don't know) so there was no hesitation about heading to
Fred's house.  But they weren't expecting to have such an audience.  About
a dozen men all overheard the conversation about the BJ Game and headed to
Fred's house.  Once there, Joe and John stripped naked.  And most of the
men just watched in awe.

John, now ten years out of college had put on some weight but even at 200
was still very handsome.  He did not have anything close to six-pack abs.
But his chest was still well-defined, his shoulders broad and arms very
large.  He sported ample chest hair and still kept his brown hair the crew
cut he had started wearing in high school.  Joe was still built like a fire
hydrant, his barrel chest, naturally hairless, was admired by all of the
men there, many slowly rubbing their own cocks through their jeans.  A few
had unzipped their pants and were stroking themselves just looking at the
two men.

All of the attention that was being paid to Joe and John had caused both
men to get erect and start stroking their cocks almost absent-mindedly.
One of the men, Pete, said "Hey don't do that too long.  We want to see a
good BJ at the end of the game."

Fred reminded them that they need to sit down and he promptly hand-cuffed
each man at the opposite ends of his couch.  Handing them a beer, he wished
them both "Good luck".  Since today's game was the Bears against the Pack,
Joe and John both had their team pride riding on the results.  It didn't
which team lost, the perennial chant of "the Bears still suck " or "the
Pack still sucks" would become very real that afternoon in Fred's living
room.

By the end of the first quarter, the Bears were ahead 7-0 and John was
starting to gloat about how good it would feel to have Joe give him a BJ
with an audience.

Joe turned to Fred and, pointing to the fraternity paddles on the wall,
asked "Fred, can I use the paddles to spank John once for every point the
Bears lose by?"

John quickly corrected him by saying, "I'll paddle you once for every point
the Bears get."  The two men had just introduced a new element to the bet –
one paddle on the bare ass of the losing man for every point that the
winning team scored.  Suddenly, the entire house was rooting for a high
scoring game.

By halftime, both men had to take a leak.  At home, in the privacy of their
own living room, that was no problem, each had a milk jug that they would
use since they couldn't leave the couch.  This was one detail they had
forgotten to tell Fred about.  Fred quickly found an empty two liter soda
bottle and handed it to Joe who demonstrated he did not have anything close
to a bashful bladder.  He handed the bottle to John who, well, wasn't able
to get the flow going quite as quickly.  But eventually Mother Nature does
win over and he was able to take a leak into the bottle.

John offered the bottle back to Fred who promptly put it on the coffee
table in front of them, saying "here's your urinal boys."

As the third quarter started, the Packers were ahead 17-14.  Everyone
relishing the idea that they would get to watch one of these men get at
least 14 paddles in addition to seeing him perform oral sex on the other.

The third quarter ended with the score the same.

Just as the fourth quarter started, Pete made a suggestion.  He said, "In
the bar, you said that the loser can't jack off for two days after the
game.  Why not change that to: the loser can't jack off for a week after
the game?"

"How do you propose enforcing that rule, Pete? " both Joe and John asked.

Now, Pete was the exception to the rule as far as this party was concerned.
He was one of the few men who still had pants on.  He looked at Fred and
asked if he could Pause the game.  Once the game was paused, Pete walked
over and stood in front of the TV.  He already had his shirt off and he
quickly unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down.  This was the first time
that anyone there had seen that Pete was wearing a CB6KS.

"What is that?" was a common question.  Also heard was "A CB! I've read
about them but never had the balls to get one."

Joe and John both said, almost in unison, "so the loser has to wear one of
those for a week?"

Pete's one work answer silenced the crowd, "Yes".

Fred made one additional suggestion.  "The loser has to wear it until his
team wins again."  Turning to John, he continued, "John, you like the Bears
and Joe, you like the Pack.  Right?"

"Yeah," said both men.

"Then" continued Fred, "if the Pack loses one week, Joe's cock gets locked
up, and stays that way until they win again.  And if the Bears lose, John's
cock gets locked up and stays that way until they win again."

Neither man had ever seen a chastity device before, but from where they
were sitting, they didn't have much choice.  They were sitting naked,
cuffed to the couch in a friends house, waiting for the end of a game that
would determine which one of them would enjoy a satisfying blow job and
which would get at least 14 slaps on the ass with a fraternity paddle.
Both agreed to the newest twist to the "BJ Game".  Pete quickly left the
house and went to the local Adult book store to purchase one new CB6K and
one CB6KS.

He returned just in time to see the Bears score another touch down and
pretty much ensure that they would win, with just four minutes to go in the
game they were ahead 28-20.  John really started trash talking to Joe about
how good it would feel to be able to face fuck his roommate in front of all
these men!

The final score was 28-20 and John realized that he'd be giving a blow job
to his buddy with this audience watching.  He'd also have to take 28 swats.
Then have Pete lock his little cock in the CB6KS that was just purchased
for him.

"How long will I have to wear this?" asked John as Pete locked the cage on
his cock.

"Until the Pack wins" was the simple answer.

"Oh shit" was all John could say.

Part 2.

Joe accepted his cage as best he could.  He had never seen a chastity
devise of any sort before this and was not too thrilled about the prospect
of wearing one for the next week.  He knew next weeks opponent was the
Detroit Lions and he was confident he'd only have to wear this cage one
week.

John, on the other hand, was jubilant that he'd missed that bullet, his
cock and balls remained free another week – and he had no intention of
having any one lock anything on his cock any time soon.  His Bears would be
playing the New York Giants the next Sunday.  There was a good chance the
Bears would lose, but John was not thinking about that... just the blow job
his roommate was about to give him.  John's cock was standing tall, and his
balls ready for action.  But he decided first to give his roommate the 28
swats he so rightly deserved!

"Bend over, boy" came the order from Fred, the host of the party.

Joe bent over the chair, spread his legs and begged John to take it easy on
him.  His pleas fell on deaf ears as Joe simply said, "Count them out.
Loud enough for all to hear."

Joe couldn't see anything but he felt the slap of the paddle against his
ass.

"Shit, not so hard!"

"Who taught you to count?" responded Joe to a room full of laughter.

"One" said a very quiet Joe.

"What else?" piped in Pete.

"What do you mean, what else?"

"Thank him for the `Penalty kick'."

"Thank him?"

"Yes, thank him and request that he give you the rest of the penalty kicks
so you know which team is better.  And you better do it fast."

"One.  Thank you , may I have another."

"You forgot Sir" added Fred.

Frustrated at the humiliation and the extra requirements, Joe said, "One.
Thank you Sir, may I have another?"

And it came in quick succession.

"Two. Thank You Sir, may I have another.  Six, Thank you Sir may I have
another."

By 10, Joe's eyes were getting moist.  At 15 he was starting to cry, but he
would not admit to the pain.  "Sixteen Sir may I have another" he said
almost in gasps.

By the 20th he was begging for John to quit.  But John took advantage of
the situation and, knowing Joe would have had no problem giving him all 28
paddles, kept on.

"just remember boy, you owe me a blow job once this is done.  And it better
be a good one!"

Despite the humiliation and the pain John was feeling, his locked cock was
attempting to stand tall and was even starting to leak a little precum.  No
one paid much attention to it, but almost all of the men there noticed it.
Fred finally spoke up at 25 paddles and said "Joe, you better clean up the
floor too.  Looks like you're enjoying this too much and starting to leak."
At this everyone except Joe started laughing.

 Joe's ass was red by now, and Joe was crying plain and simple.  No more
attempting to hide the tears, no more attempting to tough it out.  He was
crying like a little baby.  His pleas to stop the assault on his ass fell
on deaf ears until now.

John simply said, "You want me to stop the penalty kicks on your ass, boy?"

Joe said, "Yes, anything but please stop punishing my ass."  He said that
without realizing some of the implications.

"Okay, no more paddles to the ass.  Stand up, face me, spread your legs,
put your hands behind your head.  And not another sound out of you."  Joe
did this and then realized what John was going to do once he saw John
eyeing his captured cock...  The paddle was headed for his balls.

Caught between the ring and the tube, Joe's balls had no place to go and
were easy marks for the final three paddles.  Once Joe had recovered and
stopped crying, John was still very ready for his blow job.  Joe, on the
other hand, was in no mood to "reward" his roommate.  He knelt down in
front of John and dutifully started licking and sucking on his quickly
engorging cock.  John quickly grabbed Joes ears and started fucking his
face.  Not stopping until he had shot his load down his roommates throat.
To say John gave Joe a blow job is very much a misnomer.  John fucked Joes
throat.  To the men watching, it didn't matter – they were just happy to
be watching!  And a few shot their loads on the pair.

Both Joe and John realized that this arrangement was going to change their
BJ Game bet substantially and make it more "public".  And more complicated.
No longer was there just one game each week, but two.  John's fate still
depended on the Bears and Joe's on the Packers.

  But neither wanted to end it.  They both enjoyed the prospect of a
blowjob but now there was the extra twist of the chastity.

"How are we going to decide which game each week is the BJ Game when one of
us might be locked up?" asked Joe.

"Does it matter?  Who ever is locked gives the other a blow job." Came an
easy solution from Pete.

"If we're both unlocked?"

"Mutual blow jobs – always fun to watch," piped in Fred.

"And the paddles?"

"Whoever is unlocked, paddles whoever is locked the highest number from
their game."

"What if I can't survive a week in this cage?" asked Joe.

"Too bad," "Tough luck", "Tough it out" came answers from all sides.

"I'll have the keys right here," said Fred, dropping the keys into the soda
bottle that the two had used as a urinal.  "if you need the keys, you can
always come and get them.  They'll be available for you once you drink the
contents.  I'll keep this bottle for this week in the freezer."

They agreed that they would be back again next Sunday at Fred's apartment
to watch the Packers- Lions game at noon and then following dinner watch
the Bears-Giants game.  Both Joe and John secretly was hoping that his
roommate would get locked (or stay locked) each week.

The intervening week was pure hell for Joe.  Having never worn a chastity
device, he didn't realize how often he got an erection at night.  He
quickly found out.  And discovered that there is precious little he could
do to prevent these nocturnal erections.  He called Pete and asked what can
be done about the middle of the night wake up calls.  Pete's answer was
simple, "nothing.  Your cock will soon learn that getting hard is not a
good idea."

One Sunday arrived, the roommates made their way to Fred's house, the same
cast of characters were present.  Joe and John stripped naked upon arrival
and took their places on the couch.  Joe was praying that the Pack would
win so he could be released from his prison.

There was an extra large bag sitting in the corner of the room.  Once every
one arrived, Pete spoke up, saying, "We have CBs available for everyone.
Joe and John definitely have some skin in the game.  We all should.  We're
all here for both games, the Packers and the Bears.  Pick your team.  If
yours loses, you get locked.  You cant change from Packers to Bears, you
chose a team and you stick with it for the rest of the season.  Or beyond.
And your key goes into the urinal to be frozen for the week.  Or longer."
He passed out pieces of paper and each man wrote down his name and team of
choice.

Shortly before the game started, Fred placed the soda bottle on the table
with the soon to be thawing urine.  The key to Joe's freedom frozen in the
ice.  Next to it he placed another empty bottle, a urinal for this week.
Setting it down, he said, "Everyones free to use this urinal – its not
restricted to just Joe and John."

At noon, the Packer-Lion game started and quickly became a high scoring
game with the lead bouncing between the two teams on a regular basis. When
the score hit 26-21 with the Lions ahead in the fourth quarter, Joe was
beginning to think he might be locked up one more week.  But with less than
five minutes to go in the game, Aaron Rogers threw a "Hail Mary" long pass
to the endzone and it was caught for a touchdown.  The extra point was good
and the Packers won it 28-21 and Joe was ready to be unlocked.

Fred handed last week's urinal to Joe and said, "Here's your key."  Joe
headed for the kitchen, slowly dumped the thawed urine down the drain using
his hand as a screen to make sure the key did not go down the drain.  Oh,
what you won't put your hands in to free your cock from imprisonment.  Once
he had the key, he quickly unlocked the lock and his cock, fresh from a
week of imprisonment, sprang to full erection with no extra stimulation and
stayed hard for the better part of two hours.

Between games, they ordered pizza and the pizza delivery man wasn't sure
quite what to think when Fred answered the door naked, invited the man in
and he saw the dozen men, all naked, watching tv.

"Some sort of party, you having here?" the deliveryman asked.

"Well, kinda, just watching and betting one the Packers game, and soon the
Bears game.  Want to join us?"

Fred figured that question would make the delivery man run from the house.
No one was expecting the answer, "Yours is my last delivery, let me go back
to the store and punch out.  I'll be right back."

"Bring some beer," yelled Pete.

The delivery man was soon back with a case of Miller.  He introduced
himself as Mark and quickly realized he was the only man in the building
with clothes on.  Fred politely invited him to make himself comfortable and
Mark in relatively short order shed his shirt, shoes and pants.  Keeping
only his boxers on.  He quickly joined in the conversation and helped
himself to the pizza and beer.  At one point as he stood up to get more
pizza, one of the guys playfully held onto the hem of his boxers pulling
them off of him.  "I guess I don't have anything you all haven't already
seen," he said and stepped out of his boxers.

The Bears game started at 7:00 and by the end of the first quarter, the
Bears were ahead 3-0 on a fourth down field goal.  That was their only
scoring opportunity for the game.  The ended up losing 17-3.  John knew
this meant he'd be locked up.  And have to suffer 17 swats from his
roommate as well as the original wagered blow job.

Before anyone left, Fred grabbed the slips of paper and revealed that there
would be eight more locked cocks in addition to John's for the next week.
The eight who had written Bears on their slips dutifully (who joyfully
locks their dicks?) got a CB from Pete and locked their cocks up.  And put
the keys in the urine filled soda bottle.

Mark had never seen any sort of chastity device before – much less had
ever thought he'd see nine men voluntarily lock themselves up like he just
did.  He asked, "What the?  Is going on?"

John explained the wager and the resultant punishment.  And politely asked
if he'd like to join in next week.  Mark answered immediately that he'd be
back.  "Do I have to pick a team right now?"

"Yes," said Fred.

"I can't deny, I've been a lifelong Bears fan," said Mark.

"We've got one more cage available.  Do you want to put your skin in the
game right now?" asked Pete.

"Let me see if I got this straight, the Bears lost, so you are all going to
be locked up until the Bears win?"

"Exactly."

"No time like the present.  Where's my cage?  And can someone help me get
this on?"

Ten sets of keys now rested in the bottom of a two-liter soda bottle headed
for Fred's freezer.  Ten men silently prayed that the Bears would win next
week.