Balls on the Line Contest 3
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The following Friday I couldn't wait for lunchtime to get to the restaurant and find out what - or rather, who - Mario had persuaded to join him at my next party. Fuck, it was hot enough having him under my control, but my mind raced at the thought of a whole group of hunky Italian guys at the mercy of me and my invited guests. But would he be able to persuade them to submit fully, including the real risk of having their nuts severely punished?
As soon as I walked in, Mario rushed up to me, a broad grin over his handsome face.
`Hi Sir, I was hoping you'd be here soon.'
I smiled. `Hopefully you will make it worth my while, Mario?'
I don't think you'll be disappointed, Sir' Mario replied. I told my friends that we'd meet up with you at the pub next door this evening. It's my night off work and you can explain to them what's involved.'
Clearly the lure of getting paid for each hunk that he recruited had worked well.
`OK, but remember you only get paid if they are suitably hot and willing.'
Mario grinned again. `I don't think you'll be disappointed, Sir.'
We arranged to meet at 5 pm. I had great difficulty concentrating all afternoon just imagining what the other guys would be like. Would they really all be as hot as Mario? And would they be as willing to risk putting their straight man balls on the line? I had to stay in my office because my cock was so hard it tented out my suit pants. Finally it was time to meet them all and I walked swiftly to the pub.
I needn't have worried. When I walked in, there was Mario at the bar, surrounded by five other guys that took my breath away. It was like a porn movie set. Every single one of them was as sexy as fuck. They were loudly talking and laughing in Italian, but fell silent when Mario saw me and beckoned me over. I could see some of them were feeling quite nervous, or maybe just uncertain what to say or do in the presence of someone who they knew was lusting after them.
Mario introduced me and we all moved over to a table nearby. I explained what what was on offer. They'd all stand a chance to make a lot of bucks if they were willing to participate. They'd have to be willing to compete against each other, in the presence of about thirty gay friends of mine, rich friends, I stressed. The winner would walk away rich. But there was a catch.
The loser, I stressed, would be made to submit to whatever the guests demanded. I didn't go into details, and I'm not sure just what they imagined. Probably they thought the loser would get his dick sucked. Little did they know. I had a sling at home and, as my guests all knew, the loser would get tied into it, and gang raped.
They of course all wanted to know what the `competition' involved. Mario told them what he had to do last time - play darts and answer some simple football questions. They all grinned and nodded at that. What I didn't tell them was that the competition between them this time was to be different. It would be entirely sexual in nature and extremely humiliating for them, as straight guys, to do in front of a crowd of yelling lusting gays.
A couple of them, including one incredibly muscled tanned guy named Toni, weren't so sure. `I'm not going to risk putting my balls on the line for a group of fags', he said. But the others teased them, telling them they were cowards, scared to lose. That did it. Macho guys like these are all convinced they will win. To them fear of being thought chicken was a worse fate that risking their dicks (and though they little knew it, their balls and arses).
So the deal was done. Mario would bring them all down to my place the following evening.
It didn't take many phone calls for me to rustle up a group of about 30 of my friends who were drooling at the thought when I told them what was in store and who were prepared to pay well for it. I spent the day with a couple of them making some special equipment for the evening...
We all gathered around 8pm, and shortly afterwards Mario turned into the driveway in a pickup truck. As the guys all got out, my guests gasped. They were all so fucking sexy. And they had dressed for the occasion, as I'd instructed. White shirts, black jeans or dress pants, black boots or shoes.
They looked nervous and awkward when they saw the crowd gathered, and heard a few wolf whistles, but I soon got them stiff triple whiskies and they started to relax. They stuck close together, hardly looking at the rest, and started to joke and banter with each other in Italian. I guessed it was bravado, showing each other that they were confident and unconcerned.
Soon I called for silence. I thanked them all for coming, explained the rules again (much whooping for the guests, some sheepish looks from the studs), and ushered Mario and his mates to a platform in the centre of the room. I deliberately kept the room warm and some of the guys were starting to perspire, making them even sexier.
OK', I said. The first game is easy. There will be one winner who will get 500 pounds'. But the losers all get penalty points. And you know what will happen to the guy who has most penalties at the end of the evening.'
The guests all cheered. Some of the contestants look briefly worried, but then started to flex and play to the crowd, trying to freak out their mates. They still didn't know what the game involved.
Now for a special version of gay chicken', I announced. Get into pairs, guys. I want to see you kiss each other.'
They laughed. This wouldn't be difficult. After all, Italian guys kiss each other all the time. Each couple pecked the other on the cheek.
Now let's see some real kissing', I said. Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue.'
This was less easy for them. But they did it. Fuck it was hot watching these stud straight guys tongue each other. But more was to come.
`OK, now grab your partner's arse. Really goose him. And keep on deep kissing.'
This was going too far. One couple of studs broke away from each other. I think in surprise only, and they were probably going to recover and do it, but I stepped in. Chicken!' I shouted. You are losers, out of the game'. They looked shocked but stepped down.
Their fate only encouraged the other two couples, who started clinching and goosing each other furiously. Mario was with Toni, and they made the hottest couple imaginable. Mario got really into it, squeezing and groping Toni's butt, which amply filled his black jeans. He even started grinding his crotch against Toni's bulge. That was too much for Toni, who broke away suddenly. `OK, you two are out of it now', I shouted.
That left the last two. They were both hunky guys, one with dark stubble which really made him hot, and they were kissing tongue to tongue and groping each other's butts like fury. Now it was time to find the winner.
OK, guys', I said, let's see who can last the longest. Squeeze each other's nuts, hard.'
For a moment they unlocked mouths, looking startled. Then the stubbled one - Fernando, I learnt, grabbed his mate's package and squeezed hard. The other guy yelled and slammed his fist into Fernando's crotch. The crowd cheered as Fernando bent over in agony.
The winner is clear', I roared. 500 quid for - ? Giovanni', grinned the guy who had delivered the final punch. `Well done, Giovanni', you're now ahead of the rest of the pack who have 10 penalty points each.'
The others grimaced while the crowd cheered.
Giovanni turned to me, `Where's the bathroom? I need to piss.'
Suddenly I had a great idea for round two...