The Gambler
                                   By Batman


Brian's body was slick with sweat as he rowed himself faster against his 
electronic opponent.  He loved games, and he loved sweat; the opportunity to 
combine the two was thrilling.  He smiled softly to himself as he watched the 
screen in front of him.   He had beaten the LifeRower machine by a full length. 
His power and speed were increasing each week.

Rising from the machine, he spotted Frank across the room.  He and Frank didn't 
know each other well; they'd bumped into each other a few times at the gym, 
spotted each other at a few hot S/M parties in town, but that was the extent of 
it.  Brian had noticed Frank admiring his body from time to time.  That was 
fine.  Not only did Brian enjoy being admired, but he was pleased that a stud 
like Frank would enjoy his body.  He'd always hoped the two of them would get 
together.

He waved as Frank came over.  "You're fucking incredible!" Frank said.

"How's that?"

"I've never seen anyone so into competition.  Are you always like that?"

"You bet.  The higher the stakes, the harder I work."

Frank smiled, raising an eyebrow.  "Yeah?  I may have to take you up on that 
sometime."

Brian was intrigued.  He felt his cock start to fill in his shorts, and decided 
not to let this moment pass him by.  "I'll bite.  How do ya mean?"

"Well, Brian, sometimes my slave and I take in a third party for a little 
competition.  Highest stakes around:  winner take all!"

Brian was feeling his cock fill his shorts...what an offer!  "Who's your slave? 
 Have I seen him here?"

"He's here now.  Over there," Frank pointed, "behind the dumbell racks."

Brian spotted him.  Christ, what a hunk!  The kid was about 23, blonde, blue, 
and tan.  About 5' 10", maybe 160 pounds.  Smooth skin, well-defined.  The kind 
of guy who was the star of every team in high school, and gave the girls (and 
guys) wet crotches in college.  Brian thought about this boy and Frank, who was 
around 26, 6' tall, swarthy, muscled, and dangerous.  Brian then thought about 
the hardon becoming increasingly visible under his shorts.

Frank had noticed, too.  "Glad you like the idea.  When's a good time?"

"No time like the present.  Let's do it!"

"No problem, Brian.  OK if we don't shower?  I like the sweat."

Brian answered by picking up his towel and heading for the door.  Frank 
followed.  Suprisingly enough, the boy followed immediately behind Frank. 
Brian hadn't even seen him paying attention.  "Alert dude." he thought.
Frank and his slave only lived a few blocks away, so the three of them ran to 
the house.  Within 15 minutes, the three of them were sitting around the 
kitchen table working on a deal.

"Usually," Frank began, "I send George here out to the clubs to find somebody 
to bring home for me.  We determine how the competition's gonna work.  Usually, 
George goes against the guy.  If George wins, I work them both over; if George 
looses, then the other guy and I work George over...and I get pretty nasty when 
George dissappoints me."

George nodded his head.

Brian mulled the idea for a while.  "Frank, I don't want to seem selfish, but 
I'd rather play for higher stakes."

"What's that?"

"Well, the way you've described it, I either get half a working over or half a 
slave.  I'd rather we up the ante; if I lose, the two of you get me for the 
rest of the day; if I win, I get the two of you.  How's that?"

Fred's interest was piqued.  "Sure, on one condition: I decide on the game the 
two of you play to determine the winner.  I promise it's fair.  And, when we 
say Anything, let's make sure we have the same idea.  George and I have been 
sharing each other's fluids all along; that's no problem.  But we don't want to 
compromise that situation.  You won't get any from us, and we won't take any 
from you.  Beyond that, though, the sky's the limit.  No safewords, no backing 
out.  No choice.  Deal?"

"Deal.  Let's go.  Where do we start?"

"This way."  Frank rose out of the kitchen and down the hall.  Brian and George 
eagerly followed behind him.  They entered a spare room.  "OK, everybody...it's 
Party time; take off your clothes and leave 'em in the hall."

Once they were naked, Frank explained the game.  He pointed to a rectangular 
frame on one side of the room.  "Here's the deal.  Brian, I'm gonna tie you 
spread-eagle to this frame.  I've got an alarm clock here that we'll set to go 
off in a half-hour.  If you cum in that half hour, you're ours; if you don't, 
then we're yours."

Brian slid over to the frame and stretched his limbs to the edges of the frame. 
"Hungry fucker, ain't he?" Frank asked.  George quietly responded with a 
knowing wink. In no time at all, Brian was securely strapped within the frame.  
George pullled a rubber from the cabinet and slid it over Brian's thickening 
dick, then knelt at his feet as Frank set the alarm.  "Ready... set... NOW!" 
George immediately opened his mouth, inhaling Brian's meat down his throat. 
Brian instinctively moaned.  "Yeah," Frank murmured from behind him, "I taught 
'im real well.  Let's see how good you are, fucker."  Frank slid closer behind 
him, sliding his huge cock against Brian's asscrack.

George, meahwhile, was literally swallowing Brian's cock down his throat, 
purposely gagging on it, squeezing it with his throat.  Brian's balls were 
already filling, and he still had at least 25 minutes to go.

Soon, Frank inserted a finger into Brian's ass.  His hungry hole snapped at the 
intruder, swallowing it inside him.  Frank slowly slid inside, aiming for 
Brian's enlarged prostate.  Finding it, he added another finger while softly 
purring into into Brian's ear.  "Mmmmm... you're one hot fucker, Brian.  Bet 
those balls of yours are ready to spill, man.  Yeah, babe, I bet you're just 
achin to shoot that heavy load."  Brian's legs were trembling from the tension. 
Once Frank had two fingers inside Brian's ass, he slowly tweaked his prostate. 
Brian gasped at the sensation; it was as if Frank were beating off his cock 
from the inside.  "Yeah, Brian, pretty intense, huh.  Don't worry, man; you 
haven't seen anything yet!"  And with that, George increased the pressured 
sucking on his meat, practicly pulling the cum out of his cock.  Brian eyed the 
clock; still 20 minutes to go.

"Let's see how good you really are." Frank whispered obscenely into his ear. 
He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his sheathed cock, just 
sliding the head in and out of Brian's asslips.  With every intrusion, Brian 
gasped.  "Make it easy on yourself, man," Frank suggested, "just empty those 
heavy balls, man."  He stopped teasing his asshole and slowly filled Brian's 
ass with his pole.

"Just 10 more minutes" Brian thought.  But Frank wasn't making it easy.  After 
his cock had fully stretched Brian's ass, he licked his fingers and starting
fingering Brian's erect nipples.  With his other hand, he pushed George's face 
further into Brian's crotch.  He then used the hand to match George's sucking 
rhythm to his own fucking.  Brian's drenched body trembled from the tremendous 
sensations.

With five more minutes on the clock, Frank increased the tempo.  "C'mon, Boy.  
Make this fucker cum, or else your ass is on the line!"  With that, the boy 
once again intentionally gagged on Brian's cock, massaging it with his throat.  
Brian threw his head back, moaning.  "You haven't seen it all yet, sugar.  Do 
it, George!"  George responded:  with Brian's cock still deep within his thoat, 
he stuck out his tongue to the point of licking the bottom and back of Brian's 
tender balls.  Brian screamed, convulsing as his juices shot out of his 
scrotum.  While Brian came, George leaned back, letting Frank see the juices 
filling up the rubber.

"You know what to do, George," Frank instructed.  George smiled lewdly and went 
back to sucking Brian's dick with renewed vigor.  "NO! Christ!  Make him STOP!"
Brian was desparately trying to free himself from the human pump on his tender 
cock.  The sensitive nerves on his meat were on fire from the boy's insistent 
mouth.

"No way, man.  You're such a hot stud.  And George is hungry for ya'.  He'll 
suck on that thing until you faint.  How many loads you think you got in ya', 
anyway?"  Once again, Frank stated to tease Brian's nipples.  In no time at 
all, Brian was shooting a second load into the condom.  George didn't even 
flinch, but increased his fury to get a third load on the way.

Frank, sensing Brian would need a little push, handed a tube to George.  "This 
should warm things up a little, babe!"  Brian lowered his head as George began 
applying Ben Gay to his balls.  Icy fingers crept up into his gut; he screamed 
as those fingers turned to fire.  Frank started pushing his cock against 
Brian's prostate, bringing him even closer to a third orgasm.  George brought 
his hand up to Brian's crotch, holding the balls tightly, fanning the flames 
that burned deep inside.  Brian felt the burning spread from his balls to his 
cock as load number three was pumped out of him.  Frank's fingernails dug deep 
into his nipples as his cum -- like hot acid -- shot from his balls.  Unable to 
catch his breath, he gasped.  Frank brought his lips against Brian's ears. 
"You are one incredible fuck."

"Please, Sirs," Brian spat out, "no more.  Please!"

"Not a chance, babe.  My cock loves the way your ass squeezes it each time you 
shoot.  You're not done until I shoot up your ass.  And I'm not moving an inch. 
You'd better get moving, Brian!"

Brian, tenuously balanced in this spread position, began shoving his ass 
against Fred's huge cock.  Every foward motion lunged him deeper into George's 
hungry mouth.  He felt a fourth load on the way, and began to pump Fred's meat 
as quickly as he could.

Unfortunately, the faster and harder he pumped Fred's pole, the harder and 
faster he rammed into George's face.  George, in revenge, savagely wrenched 
Brian's gonads.  "AAArrrgrghh!"

As close as he already was, Brian came again.  But this time, the tremors 
seemed to start deep within his body.  Frank felt them, too.  "Holy fuck!  How 
did you learn that?   Oh, God....Yeah....I'm Cumming!"  As Brian felt Frank's 
load pumping into his ass, he unleased yet another load into the rubber, and 
passed out.

He awoke some time later, to feel Geoge emptying the rubber onto his face, 
rubbing the juice into his skin.  He looked at his crotch; his balls were in a 
parachute harness, suspending an empty bucket beneath them.

"I bet our guest is thirsty, George; get him a large glass of cool water!"  The 
blonde boy fetched the glass, and was soon lifting it to Brian's lips.  "Drink 
it, Brian.  All of it."  Brian gulped it down; he WAS thirsty.  "George, get 
him a couple more glasses.  And some for us, too."  A second glass was soon 
being poured into Brian.  "Drink them both down, buddy." Frank enouraged.

Soon Brian felt the urge to piss.  He already knew what was about to happen; 
the only receptacle for the piss was hanging from his balls!  He held back, and 
the urge began to pass.  Unfortunately for him, however, Frank and George were 
both downing their second glasses as well.

"Christ, I'm thirsty as hell, Brian, but somehow this stuff is going right 
through me.  You don't mind if I take a leak right here, do ya?"  Frank aimed 
his dick at the bucket and unloaded his bladder.  Brian was mesmerized, 
following the yellow water into the bucket beneath his balls.  By the time 
Brian was finished his balls felt a slight pulling from the weight.  Nothing 
too uncomfortable -- yet.

"Permission to piss, Sir?"  George requested.  "Help yourself, boy."  George 
stood before Brian, leering at him, and aimed his slavecock at Brian's meat. 
Brian soon felt the hot fluid rushing over his crotch and into the bucket, 
straining his balls even further.  The sensation inspired his own bladder, and 
soon he was adding to the pressure by pissing into the bucket.

Frank and George didn't stop drinking.  Brian watched, moaning, as they downed 
glass after glass of water.  "Good stuff, Brian; it cleans out your system!" 
The bucket kept getting heavier and heavier; Brian's balls were being pulled 
farther and farther away from his body.  By the time the bucket was half full, 
he was grimacing in agony.  As the piss rose higher and the bucket grew 
heavier, Brian was soon moaning.  Eventually, the bucket was nearly full. 
Brian was sheathed in sweat.  His gut was trembling from the pain.

Frank stood before him.  "Tell ya what, guy.  If you drink a half gallon of 
water for me right now, we'll release the bucket as soon as it's full.  Other- 
wise, we'll empty it, and start over, refilling it.  Of course, maybe you'd 
like it that way?" he asked, yanking on the bucket.

"No, SIR!"  Brian gasped. "Please, Sir, give me the water!"

George filled glass after glass of water for Brian.  A half gallon is a lot, 
but Brian decided it was no problem against the slow crushing of his testicles.
As he was gulping down the last few drops, Frank folded his meat under itself 
and tied it securely, denying Brian any chance of pissing.  Then he and his boy 
sat back and watched Brian suffer as the water passed through his body and into 
his bladder.

"Permission to piss, Sir?" George requested.

"No, boy.  Let's not end the party too soon!  As a matter of fact, I've got to 
take a leak myself."  Frank then aimed his cock back into the bucket.  "Nah, 
changed my mind.  Boy, come over here and drink my piss!"  Brian helplessly 
watched, his own bladder straining for relief, his balls nearly bursting from 
the pressure, as Frank's piss, which would have ended his ordeal, flowed into 
his slave's throat.  He sobbed.

"What's the matter, wimp?  Can't take it?  Christ, what a pussy!  Go ahead, 
boy, piss and make this fucker's day."

George unloaded his bladder, overflowing the bucket.  Brian moaned as they 
unfasted the parachute.  George emptied the bucket over Brian's head, drenching 
him in piss.  Brian felt something sliding into his butt, and knew he was still 
in store for more.  Frank came around from behind him, holding a rubber tube of 
some kind.  He untied Brian's cock and unrolled the tube over the head.  Brian 
couldn't help but piss into the tube; he felt his urine filling his ass!

While he pissed, George was fumbling behind him.  When he finished, Frank began 
pulling the tube from his ass.  "Don't spill a drop, or you're dogmeat." George 
then shoved a plug into his hole.  The plug was apparently attached to a board 
of some kind; he felt the rough wood against his ass.  George then attached 
hooks on either side of the plug to chains on either side of Brian.  Frank 
unfastened his ankles from the frame and to the underside of the wooden plank. 
Brian was essentially on a swing, his ass plugged and full of his own piss.

Frank tied a leather harness around his balls.  Brian pleaded.  "Please, man, 
not my nuts again!  They're still sore from before!"

"No limits, man.  No safewords.  You're mine.  And if you can't take it, you 
should have thought about that before you agreed."  Frank attached a leash to 
the harness and stood about 5 feet in front of him.  "Remember when you were a 
kid, Brian?  I bet you loved swings, didn 'cha?  Have one in the backyard? 
Well, buddy, we're gonna have fun now!"  With that, he yanked on the chain, 
pulling Brian toward him by his nuts.  Brian howled.  "C'mon, boy!  Swing for 
me!"

When Brian was pulled as far as the swing would allow, Frank released the 
chain, sending Brian flying back.  His bowels cramped as his piss enema rushed 
inside him.  "C'mon, kid!  Swing!  Or else I'll just keep helping you out!"  He 
picked up the chain and began yanking it foward again.

Brian tried to use his body weight to swing further, thereby relieving some of 
the pressure from his orbs.  His legs, teathered to the swing, were useless; he 
leaned foward, then back, to increase the arc of his swinging.  It didn't help 
much, and caused his guts to ache from the enema as it churned inside him.  It 
was basicly a trade off; pressure on his nuts or churning in his guts.

"Please, Sir!  Please, enough!"  Brian's nuts, sensitive from their earlier 
ordeal, felt like they were about to pop.  His bowels ached to the point where 
he wished he could push out the plug.  But it was no use.

"Tell ya what, kid.  It's been a while since I've let my boy cum.  I'll stand 
him over here in front of you.  You get him to shoot his load, and we're done 
with you.  How's that?"

"Yes, Sir!"  George stood naked about three feet away from Brian, hands clasped 
behind his head.  Brian wondered what to do.  He then began to swing on his 
own, churning the fluids in his gut, in an effort to get close enough to suck 
on George's cock.  No way.  Just too far.  He sighed, knowing this was part of 
the plan.

"Please Sir, please swing me.  Please pull on my nuts, Sir?"  Frank was happy 
to oblige, and Brian braced himself as his body was pulled foward by his balls.
He leaned foward, licking the tip of the rubber around George's cock, when 
Frank let go.

"Please, Sir?  Please hold me by my nuts so I can suck your slave's cock? 
Please, Sir?"  If Frank wanted a bottom, he was getting a bottom!

"Sorry, kid.  I'm not doing all the work for you.  I'll pull you up; staying in 
place is your problem."  He yanked Brian within range again.

Brian was at a loss;  his arms and legs were useless in getting a hold on 
George.  He was entirely at Frank's mercy.  He noted that Frank was showing 
some mercy, holding him in place for a while before letting go of the chain and 
sending him sailing backwards.  After about 20 minutes or so, he saw George's 
breath getting shallow and realized he was getting close.  "Thank God that 
Frank doesn't let this boy cum too often," Brian thought, "or else I'd be here 
for weeks!"

Frank saw how close George was too, and wouldn't let Brian get on his cock for 
more than a couple of seconds before releasing him, then pulling on his balls 
again.  He also stopped pulling him close to George, making Brian lean 
painfully foward against the plug in his ass to get a taste of George's cock.

Brian was in agony, his piss sloshing back and forth against the walls of his 
ass, his balls pulling his body foward time after time.  The bastard wouldn't 
let him stay on that cock for more than a second or two.

Then, using a trick he'd just learned earlier that day, he inhaled George's 
cock and stuck out his tongue, licking and sucking on the slave's balls.  That 
did it!  George moaned as Frank released the chain.  Brian saw George's 
pulsating cock fill the rubber as he slid back.

George shot an incredible load, aching to finish himself off with his had.  His 
Master wouldn't allow that, however, so he grimaced as he pushed the hot cum 
out of his balls.  Brian was transfixed by the sight, but was in agony himself 
from the load in his ass.

Frank unfastened the chains from the board and pulled the plug from his ass. 
The bucket, still underneath him, caught the enema as it flowed from his butt.
Brian collapsed on the floor in relief.

"Next time...." he thought.  "Next time, I win!"