The Lost Bet (Part 1) [non-consent] [gay] [straight] [blowjob] [m4m]

*******Thought of this while watching porn the other day. Couldn’t get it off my mind. Hope you enjoy! 100% fictional, by the way.******

My brother Tom stayed with my wife and I for a few months last summer. It didn’t last long because the guy lived like a slob and had a bad gambling addiction. Couldn’t ever make the rent or help out with any of the utilities. It sucked having to kick him out, but what could we do?

Anyway, it was the following spring now. My wife Julie and I were both working pretty steady and just kind of forgot about him. Mostly.

See, even though he didn’t live here anymore, we still got his mail all the time. And since I didn’t have a clue as to where he was staying (we had lost contact), I just let it pile up on the kitchen table figuring he’d come around sooner or later looking for it.

Well, this particular morning I had been working from home. Julie was at work downtown, and I pretty much had the house to myself when all of a sudden there came a knock at the door.

I went to answer it, looking out the peephole before I opened the door. Surprise, surprise. It was my brother, Tom.

The second the door opened, another bigger guy came around the house, waving a gun at the two of us wildly.

“Get the fuck inside, NOW!” he yelled.

I looked at Tom. “Just do it,” he whispered with a deeply shamed look on his face.

I raised my hands, walked backward into the house. Tom and this other guy followed me in. The guy closed the door behind him, locked it.

“Who is this?!” I asked Tom severely.

“I’ll do the talking!” the guy said, waving the gun at me menacingly. He was tall, thick with a shaved head. Other than that, he was clean cut, dressed in jeans and a nice tucked in shirt. He could have been my neighbor for all I knew.

“The name’s Eric,” he said. “And your brother here owes me some money.”

Tom looked over at me, eyes pleading. “I’m so sorry man…..”

“What’s that got to do with me?” I asked. “My brother’s a grown man.”

Eric pointed the gun at me, aimed it right at my face. My blood ran cold.

“I want that money,” he said. “Right now.”

I gulped, took in a breath, trying to steady my voice. “How much?”

“Ten large,” Eric said, never moving the gun.

“TEN?!” Tom cried out. “I don’t owe you that much!”

Eric drew the gun back like a fist, smacked Tom to the ground. Tom howled, clutching his face in pain.

“You do now,” Eric said. “Only question is, who’s gonna pay me?” He eyed me mockingly, daring me to do something.

My mind scrambled. Where could I get ten thousand dollars in a hurry? A light came on.

“I could take out a second mortgage!” I blurted. “But that would take a could of days,” I added.

Eric swung the gun my way menacingly. “Do I look like I got a couple days bro?” he asked. “What? Me and your brother just gonna sit here and play house while you run to the bank?! I don’t think so.”

“I-I-I don’t know w-w-what to tell you,” I stammered, the seriousness of the situation sinking in rapidly. “I don’t h-h-have ten thousand dollars.”

“SHIT!” Eric spat. “Well then we’ve got us a real problem then.” He pretended to think for a moment, then turned back to face me. “So, what are we going to do here?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly confused.

Eric looked at me like I was stupid. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”

“I guess I just kind of assumed you’d shoot us,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. Saying it out loud hurt and I felt my lip start to tremble.

All of a sudden, Eric was laughing. Like hard. The sound of it, the sight of this big guy with a gun almost bowled over, tears starting to spring from his eyes, was shocking to say the least.

He contained himself at last. Then, “You think I’m gonna straight up murder your asses over ten thousand dollars?” He let out a long, “Sheeeeeesh!” Then, “You think I’m gonna go to jail over ten K?” He laughed again. Then, “Pleeeeease. I’m a business man, not a fucking monster.”

“So, what then?” I asked, still confused.

Eric eyed me seriously now. “Let’s do business. What do you have to offer?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Furniture? My TV?”

He shook his head in disgust. “Man, I don’t want your fucking bed-bug ridden couch! You gotta give me something! Something that’ll teach your brother here a lesson not to make bets he can’t cover. Something he’ll remember….forever.”

The way he said that last word drove an ice-pick through my chest. It got me thinking, wondering if Eric didn’t know exactly what it was he wanted, like maybe this whole thing had been planned out.

All sorts of paranoid thoughts started to run through my head. Eric could tell my mind was running wild. He gave me a light tap on the side of my head with the butt of the gun. It hurt like hell.

“Hey, just cuz I said I wouldn’t murder you don’t mean I won’t,” he said. “If it comes to that.”

He was eyeing me strangely now. I could tell he had something in mind. A method of payment.

“Tell me,” I said, wanting to just get it out in the open.

Eric licked his lips. “I want you to suck my dick,” he said.

My face went white. “Why m-m-m-me?” I stammered. “Tom owes you the m-m-money.”

Eric shrugged his shoulders. “I thought about that,” he said. “And while that would be real fun and all, what would Tommy boy learn from that?”

I struggled to find words, but Eric continued.

“But now, see, if I humiliate you in front of your brother, now that’s something he’s gonna have to live with for the rest of his life.”

My mind raced, trying to process what he was saying.

“So, a ten thousand dollar blowjob?” I asked.

Eric laughed loudly. “Wow! You must have a really good mouth!” he chortled. He turned to Tom who was still laying on the ground, clasping his head. “That’s one expensive whore,” he said, motioning at me.

I waited for him to finish. He did and said, “I told you I was a businessman, so here’s the deal.” He paused, made sure he had my full attention. “A thousand dollars everytime I cum.”

My mind raced. “That’s ten times, I can’t make you cum ten times!”

He laughed. “Not in one day, you can’t.” He saw the look of shock on my face, but went on. “Thousand dollars every time I cum. Five hundred if you resist me.”

“What do you mean by resist?” I asked. “I’ve never sucked a dick before. There’s no way I’m just gonna take it.”

Eric smiled. “Relax. I’ll talk you through it. As long as you make a good effort to do what I say….thousand dollars a cum.”

“Oh my god!” I exhaled, realizing we were rapidly approaching an agreement. I stared down at Tom furiously, suddenly wishing his nose was broken, or worse.

I couldn’t suck another man’s dick. There was no way. And yet, here I was. Eric said he wouldn’t kill us, unless he had to. What choice did I have. But it wasn’t even a single choice. Ten cums, ten loads for ten thousand dollars. Unless I resisted. My body broke out in sweat.

Meanwhile, Eric had leaned down, was lifting Tom up, moving him to the couch. He produced some handcuffs and rope, secured him so he couldn’t get up.

“I want you to have a good front row seat to what I’m about to do to your brother, Tommy boy,” he said, giving him a smack across the cheek.

I realized too late that this would have been an excellent opportunity to wrestle the gun out of Eric’s hands….except Eric was a big guy, and I was seriously out of shape.

Eric turned to face me, began unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. My head started to spin.

He pulled his pants and underwear down in one swoop. They fell to the floor. His flaccid penis just hung there, expectantly.

“On your knees,” Eric said, but for the first time his voice was soft. It struck me, and without thinking I sank to the floor.

His penis lay there in front of my face. I didn’t know what to do, how to begin, but before I could think about it, he had grabbed me by the shoulders, was pulling me to the side so we were in plain view of my brother Tom.

“Gotta make sure Tom can see,” Eric said, his voice giddy. “After all, he’s paying for this show!”

Tom grimaced at this, shook his head. “Don’t do this Eric,” he pleaded.

“It’s a little late for that Tommy boy,” he said, then turned his attention to me.

“Head up,” he said, his voice again soft. “Do everything I say and we’ll call this a thousand dollars. Resist me, and I’ll force fuck your face for half that amount. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said. He slapped me across the cheek. It stung painfully.

“Tell me with your head,” he said gently. “Do you understand?”

I nodded my head up and down furiously, anger mixing with my fear. I glared up at him, trying to stay defiant where I could.

“Alright, I need you to get low for me,” he said. “Get as low as you can. I want to see your big doe eyes looking up at me as you suck me off.”

I was already on my knees, but I tried to squat as low as I could.

“Lower,” Eric ordered gently. “Lower.”

I sat all the way on my butt, stretching my legs out between his spread feet. I was now just below his semi-erect penis, looking up at it and him.

“Put your mouth on it,” he said.

It was the point of no return. I hesitated.

“A thousand dollars, or five hundred?” Eric asked. “Look up at me when it’s in your mouth.”

I stared up at his dick. It didn’t look that big really, but it wasn’t hard yet either. Slowly, I moved my mouth up to meet him, started to fall over.

Eric saw my predicament, caught my arms and placed them around his beefy ass cheeks, inadvertantly pulling my face and consequently my mouth to his dangling meat.

I opened my mouth wide, swallowing his dick. My lips were almost halfway down his shaft and just kind of hovering around his meat.

“Look at me,” Eric ordered gently. “Stay low and look up at me.”

I did so and was surprised to see Eric had his cellphone aimed down at me. The camera clicked on it.

“Now suck it,” he said, and again his voice was gentle, almost parent-like.

I moved my mouth back and forth so his penis went in and out of my mouth with minimal contact.

“Suck it,” Eric said. “Close your mouth on it. And keep looking up at me.”

I closed my lips around his meat, feeling it stiffen as I did.”

“Look up at me,” Eric said. “Keep looking.

I met his gaze, tears burning my eyes. How the hell did I get into this? Eric’s eyes looked down at me hungrily.

He began pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. It was getting harder, bigger, fatter between my lips.

“Lick,” Eric said. “Lick and suck. I want it wet.”

Gingerly, I touched his penis with my tongue, laid it against his meat as he moved it around in my mouth.

“Get it wet,” Eric ordered, and held just the tip of his dick in my mouth. “Lather it up with your tongue.”

I pressed my tongue up against his tip more insistently. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing! I began painting it with my tongue, trying to get it as wet as possible. I sucked on it, squeezing the sides of my cheeks in, licking it faster.

“GOD DAMNNNNN!” Eric groaned, suddenly pushing his meat down my throat.

He’d grown huge! I gagged on his length, overwhelmed by the size of him. I tried to fight him off, used my hands to push back on his legs.

Eric pulled some of his length from my mouth, keeping it in just past the tip. He began moving his penis in and out of my mouth, getting himself off with my lips.

“Keep looking up at me,” he reminded me. It was hard though. I kept instinctively watching his dick as it slid in and out of my mouth, fearing Eric would lose control and just begin face-fucking me.

“Okay, your turn,” he said, suddenly letting his hips go still. “Suck me off, and keep your eyes on me.”

I tried to replicate the motion he had just been doing, moving my mouth up and down on his meat. He was so freaking huge!

Instinctively, I grabbed his dick with my right hand, held onto his cock so I wouldn’t go too deep and gag myself on it. I began to bounce my mouth up and down on his meat.

Eric let this go on for a bit, allowing me to get used to having his penis in my mouth. But the more I sucked on him, the more excited he got.

“Okay stop,” he said suddenly, and I paused mid-suck. I looked up at him questioningly. “Just stay there,” he said. “Lick it all over. Get it nice and wet. I want you to slobber all over that dick.”

Obediently, I moved my tongue all over Eric’s shaft, over his head, really lathering up his meat. I sucked in as I did it, driving him wild. He started to buck in and out of my mouth, humping my face.

“Okay, okay,” he said again, pulling his dick from my mouth. “Now suck on my balls.”

“No way!” I said. This wasn’t what we agreed on.

Eric slapped my face. Hard. “What the fuck you think a blowjob is? Your mouth. My crotch. Now. Is that a problem for you?”

“No,” I answered. Another hard slap to my face.

“Is that a problem for you?” Eric repeated.

I shook my head no.

“Good,” he said. “Now lean back.”

I did, propping myself up with my arms on the carpet behind me. Eric stepped over me, plopping his balls down onto my face.

“Lick. And suck,” he ordered.

His balls were huge, draped over my face. Not knowing where to start, I just picked a place and began licking and licking and licking until everywhere was wet with my saliva.

“Suck,” Eric ordered.

I pulled his balls into my mouth, a little at a time, using my tongue to lap at them. He began bouncing them up and down off me. I licked. And sucked. Licked. And sucked.

Finally, after some time, he removed himself from my mouth. His dick looked even huger than before.

“I’ll do the driving from here on out,” he said and grabbed me by the back of the head, moving his meat right up to my lips.

He slid his tip in and out of mouth, in and out, gradually pushing more and more of his length down my throat.

I was about halfway down his shaft when I started to gag on his length.

“Jeeeeezus that’s hot!” he moaned, looking down at me pinned between his hands and his crotch, his meat sticking out of my mouth.

He pushed more of his length down my throat. I gagged, struggled to get away from him, grunted and groaned against his meat. He dipped just a little bit more in, then suddenly pulled himself completely out of my mouth.

“You asshole!” I coughed and sputtered, but before I could say more, he pushed his length back down my throat.

He moved his hips, fucking my mouth, trying to push more and more of his length down my throat. I gagged, struggled. He pulled himself free.

I was panting now, suddenly really really hot. Eric inserted himself back into my mouth. This time, he slowly pushed more and more of his penis into my mouth like a giant syringe.

I wasn’t sure how much I could take, but he kept feeding me more until suddenly my nose touched his groin.

He held me there in place with his hands laced together behind my head.

I heard an odd, slapping sound. Looked over at my brother Tom who’d been watching all this from the couch.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I tried to yell, except with a mouth full of meat, all that came out was, “WHWHWHWHT!”

Tom had somehow managed to free one of his hands from the handcuffs, had undid his pants, and was now beating his meat as he feasted his eyes on Eric and me.

He looked at me now with near panic in his eyes. “I’m sorry brother. I couldn’t help myself. It’s just so fucking hot!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!” I tried to yell, but Eric took the distraction as an opportunity to begin pumping his full length in and out of my mouth.

I gagged and spluttered, but not as much as before. Eric noticed this, taking it as permission to launch a full-on assault on my face.

He bucked his hips like a madman, shoving the entirety of his penis in and out of my mouth. As he drew closer and closer to cumming, he would jam his meat in between my lips, hold it in place while I gagged on it for a few moments, and then begin ramming it in and out of my mouth again.

“Mmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” my throat chanted as he fucked it.

“OH GOD!” he yelled suddenly. “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!”

He pushed himself balls deep into my mouth as he suddenly exploded white hot jizz down my throat. He held me in place, humping every drop of cum into my waiting mouth.

I coughed and spluttered, trying to get his semen out of my mouth, but he had my lips sealed off airtight with his cock and balls. He shook himself off in my mouth, using his penis to push the great globs of cum down my throat.

I swallowed helplessly. More and more seemed to flow from the tip of his dick. I licked it up, sucked it out, wanting to end this as quickly as possible.

Eric proceeded to hump my mouth for several minutes as he finished with me.

“Oh my fucking god, that was great!” he said, as he finally allowed his meat to fall from my lips.

He looked down at me, lovingly almost, then gave me a hard slap to the face. “Well, that’s a thousand bucks. Only nine more to go!”

“I can’t wait!” Tom said, a shit-eaten grin on his face, his hand covered in cum.

Me and Eric scowled over at him.

“You know,” Eric said, looking at me suddenly. “Nothing says you gotta be the only one doing the sucking. What say we have a threesome next time?”

Nine more times to go, I told myself. Nine more times to go.

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