Written by A Bet Among Friends
Experience by: @David_el_Homo
Category: Fiction
Date: 18/02/23
I was nervous. Damn the moment I accepted the bet. I didn't think I would actually have to fulfill it, to be honest, but when Moi reminded me the next day that I had to obey him for 24 hours for losing, I went pale. For most of the day, he had me acting as his butler, basically: doing his shopping, cleaning his house, bringing him drinks, massaging his feet… Humiliating, yes, but nothing unbearable. The first alarm bell rang at 7:30 PM when he grabbed clothes from his closet and handed them to me.
“Here, shower and look nice,” he said. “Today is my buddy Nacho's birthday, and you're coming with me.”
I wanted to think, for a second, that maybe this was the end of the punishment, but still, I didn't feel good about having to meet more people.
The birthday party was at Nacho's house. Upon arrival, Moi introduced me to the host and two of his friends who had arrived before us. We sat in the living room to have some beers, and seeing that nothing strange was happening, I relaxed. Moi wasn't going to be such a jerk as to treat me like a servant in front of others.
“Want another?” Nacho offered as he got up to greet two more friends entering.
“Leave it, leave it,” said Moi. “Miki is bringing them, as he's paying off a bet today.”
I froze. I suppose I turned red because my face started burning with embarrassment. The six of them looked at me. I only looked at Moi, pleading with my eyes not to make me do that.
“Come on, Miki,” he insisted. “Time to fulfill!”
I slowly got up, embarrassed, and a nervous laugh escaped me as I managed to say, “What a jerk you are…”
In the kitchen, I took a deep breath several times, convincing myself that this was what I had to do. I couldn't back out now that everyone knew about the bet. They would insist, and it would be worse. After all, it was better to take it lightly, to play along. It wasn't so bad being a servant for a while. I returned to the living room with the beers. Everyone was laughing while Moi told them he had me as his “maid” all day. I went to sit down, but:
“No, no,” Moi said, taking my beer from my hand. “Tell them your idea, Xavi.”
“What?” Were the others going to participate too?
“Nothing,” Xavi said. “I told him why not make him strip.”
Everyone laughed. Even I thought it was a joke.
“I'm serious, Miki,” Moi said. “Start taking off your clothes.”
“But don't be jerks,” I said. “I'll bring you the beers and serve the drinks, but don't mess with me.”
“A bet is a bet,” Nacho said.
“Come on, Miki,” Moi insisted. “Don't be a wuss and get naked.”
I could have refused and left, but the embarrassment of being seen as a coward wouldn't let me. The first whistles started when I took off my sweatshirt. They cheered and drank while I stripped off my shoes, pants, and shirt. I stopped at my boxers.
“No, no,” said the red-haired guy, whose name I don't remember. “Everything.”
“You heard him,” Moi said with a mischievous laugh. “Naked.”
I know I was red with embarrassment when I pulled down my underwear, although I did my best to cover myself with my hands.
“Hands on your head, maid,” Moi ordered me. “Don't hide anything from my friends.”
Suddenly, I was there, completely naked, in front of six guys who were looking at me, commenting, and making jokes about my penis. I was nervous, and it was shriveled. I felt humiliated and strangely excited. They applauded me and finally let me sit down to drink. Naked, of course; I would have to stay like that for the whole party.
For a couple of hours, they took the opportunity to ask me to bring things from the kitchen, and more than one slap on my bare backside was given as I passed by, all in good fun. The situation was strange, but I started to relax. A couple of times, I got a bit hard. The situation was giving me more arousal than I wanted them to notice, and I tried to hide it, but during one of the times I went to refill drinks, Nacho noticed.
“He's enjoying it!” he said, laughing. I covered myself, but they made me move my hands again so everyone could see my growing erection.
Moi asked me to parade in front of everyone with my hands on my head and to introduce my penis one by one. “My cock is happy to see you,” I had to say to each one when I stood in front of them. Some patted it, Moi grabbed my balls, and I was getting more and more embarrassed by their laughter, and increasingly turned on.
Now everyone knew about my exhibitionist side, and I didn't know how to digest that.
They came up with a game: they sat me in a chair and took turns to masturbate me. Each one had a minute. Whoever made me cum wouldn't have to pay for any drinks at the pub they planned to go to afterward. It was humiliating to let everyone touch me, but my penis didn't think the same. One by one, they pumped me, they poured oil on my glans by the third round; by the fifth round, I was so close that they decided to stop when they noticed my cock was very swollen. At the beginning of the sixth round, it was Nacho who made me cum. Everyone applauded, and they sang happy birthday while I was still ejaculating.
They let me go wash up, but before allowing me to get dressed to go to the pub, they forced me to take a group photo: me naked, them dressed.
The rest of the night was calm, although the photo was passed from phone to phone (among the seven of us), and they even showed it to people in front of me. But I was already too drunk to care.
It was a fun night, in the end.
