Cousins Part 2
By Aldric

Copyright 2010 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and non-fiction. The following story is fictional.
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Cousins Part 2

We went to Scott's house and he and Eric took us downstairs and told us to strip again. Our brothers showed up a few seconds later. They each had something that looked like a cork puller our parents used to open wine bottles. Without any discussion they bent down in front of us and put the bottom of the device under our balls.

"Oh, shit!" Brad said. This time I guess he figured it out first because I didn't have a clue what this was for.

"It's a press, isn't it?" he said. "You're going to crush our balls!"

As soon as he said it I knew he was right. The top of the device had a pad with a screw on it. As I watched Nick screwed the pad down until the pad came in contact with the top of my balls. Then he screwed it down some more until I could feel the pressure.

I looked over at Brad and watched his brother finish running the pad down on the top of his balls.

"Starting now, were going to turn the screw a half turn every thirty seconds until you say you give," Paul said to us.

My knees were shaking as they watched the clock. When neither of us gave up they each turned the screw.

The pain was not bad, but it was continuous. It made my stomach lurch, but it didn't go away like when you get kicked there. I moaned but I didn't give up.

The second screwing was a lot worse than the first. I thought I might puke at any moment. Brad was making the same noises I was.

When the next thirty seconds passed I knew I couldn't let them turn it one more time. I couldn't believe my cousin was still hanging in there. I waited until Nick had his fingers on the screw before I said, "I give up!"

The moment after I quit Brad quit too. Our brothers quickly unscrewed the ball crushers and allowed us to drop to the floor and curl up until the pain went away. Brad was now ahead by one point.

"That was Tom's idea by the way," my brother said to us. "However, if you guys are interested, Eric and Scott had a few ideas they wanted to see you try. The peeing contest was actually their idea. So we'll let you guys decide. Do you want to do our challenges or theirs?"

"Theirs," I said immediately. "You guys get too rough. That ball crusher was just plain mean."

"You both have to agree," Paul started, but Brad interrupted him.

"We always agree," he said. "And Eddie's right, we'll do what Scott and Eric dreamed up. They don't have as much imagination as you guys do."

"Okay," Nick said, "But now that you've decided we don't want to hear you complaining later. We'll leave you in their hands and just sit back and watch the fun." To Steve and Eric he said, "The garages have to get cleaned today, so don't spend a lot of time on the simple stuff. Go for your best ones so we can have a winner."

I started to wonder if we had made the right choice.

Eric told us break time was over. He had us lay on our sides facing each other, but aligned head to foot.

"Oh no you don't," Brad said. "This better not be what I think it is."

"Why, do you quit?" Eric asked. He waited a few seconds to see if Brad would answer and when Brad stayed quiet he said, "The finish line here is to make your cousin cum six times. Anytime you want to quit you just stop. But once you take your cousin's dick out of your mouth that's it, you've quit."

"That's sick," Brad said, but he aligned his mouth with my groin as I did to him. I don't know why he made such a big deal out of it; it wasn't like we hadn't done it before. Although nobody but us knew we had done it. This time we'd have an audience.

As I sucked on Brad's dick I tried to sort out my strategy. I doubted that either one of us could cum six times in a short period of time, which meant that neither of us would get three points. So if I quit now then he would only get one point and would only be up on me by two points. One win in a completion and I would be back on top again.

Except that I wished I had asked who decides the punishment for the one who quits first—our brothers or Scott and Eric. That made a big difference.

I could feel that Brad was getting close to shooting. If I was going to quit first I figured I may as well do it now before I had a mouthful of his cum. I figured I'd worry about the penalty later. I pulled my head back and said, "Nope, that's it. I quit."

At the same time I put all my thoughts into how good my dick felt in his mouth. It was all warm and slippery and I began driving my hips into him. I could feel him trying to pull back so I cheated a little and grabbed him by the back of his head and held him pressed against me as I shot my load. Then I let him go.

"Oh, real nice jerkwad," he said as he spit my cum out on the floor. "I'll get you back for that trick, you'll see." He looked at his brother and asked, "How many more points do I need before I watch him clean garages while I hang with you guys?"

"You need to go ahead by four or more points," Paul said. "Right now you're at plus two, so if you get three points on the next contest you'll be the overall winner."

"What does he get for quitting first?" Brad asked.

"You'll both find that out later. It depends on who wins overall."

Scott and Eric held a short conference in the corner of the basement. They came back over and Scott said to our brothers, "We're going to do the one we talked about. You know, with the money."

"Okay," Paul said, "but you need to keep in mind the rules we discussed. We expect you guys to follow them."

"We will," Scott said.

"We also decided that you guys get a lot out of this one with no real risk," Nick said. "So we decided that if you want to use it you can, but only with a risk to you. We have a way to tell which of you two wins this challenge. The loser between you two suffers the exact same fate as the loser of those two. You can only do this if you agree to that condition."

If my brother had to put a condition like that out there it must really be bad. "Uh, maybe we want to try a challenge from you guys," I said to Nick.

"Bullshit!" Brad said. "I'm not chickening out of this. If he wants to quit before he even starts then it's his decision, but I'm not afraid of what these two bums have planned."

"How are you going to determine which of us wins?" Eric asked.

"We won't tell you now. Just so you don't think we're picking one of you at random, we wrote it down," Paul said, and he held up a piece of paper. "We can show it to you after the contest is done. But if you want to do this then you have to accept the condition Nick described. And you have to do everything the loser of those two gets. You don't share it, you do it with them."

"You still want to do it?" Eric asked Scott.

"Sure, as long as you want to. But don't do it just because I said its okay by me. If you've got a problem with it than we'll just choose another challenge."

"Naw, this one's too cool to give up. I'll take the risk."

"Okay then, it's decided. However Nick and Paul decide which of us wins, the loser does their penalty," Scott said.

He turned to me and asked if I quit.

"No, I guess not," I said. But I sure had some misgivings about it.

"Okay then, we're on," Scott said. "This one is kind of different. Here's how it works. We have fifty dollars to spend on each of you guys. You need to get as much of that money from each of us as you can. The one who gets the most money gets the three points. The other one gets a big punishment."

"How do we get the money from you?" I asked. "Are we allowed to take it from you by force?"

"No, you have to earn it," Eric said. "We have a price range for stuff you might do for us that we'll pay for. You have to negotiate with us. But you can't spend too long negotiating because you only have five minutes with each of us."

"What kind of stuff," Brad asked.

"Come with me and we'll talk about it," Scott said. They went to one end of the basement and Eric came with me to the other.

"I'll wash your bike," I said as a test. I was already pretty sure what these two had priced out.

"Once a week for a month for a quarter," Eric said without even thinking about it. I guessed I could have gotten him up to fifty cents, but I wasn't going to get the three points with that kind of money.

"Never mind that. How about a blowjob?" I really didn't want to give my next door neighbor a blowjob, but I also really didn't want to lose this challenge.

"Just one and I'll give you two dollars. Or I'll give you eight dollars for three blowjobs."

"Where's the big money come from?" I asked him, but all he said in response was "What do you have in mind?"

"What do I have to do to get fifteen dollars?"

"Let me stick my thing up your butt."

"That's it? Just stick it up there?"

"No, I mean, uh, you know."

"Fuck me. Drive it in and out until you cum."

"Eighteen for the fuck and nine for the blowjobs. That's the best offer I can give you."

Twenty-seven dollars. I tried to think what Brad would do. He was always more daring than me anyway. Then I also remembered that I had seen both Eric's and Scott's dicks when they peed on me. Although they were less than a year apart in age there was a big difference in dick size. Eric's dick up my butt wouldn't be too bad, but Scott's was quite a bit bigger. I had to make my money here.

"Forty for two fucks and nine for the three blowjobs," I said to him. "That's all but one dollar of your money." And that would mean that Brad would have to get fifty dollars in order to beat me.

"Deal," Eric said. He wrote it down on a piece of paper and gave it to me to hang on to.

We waited a few minutes for Brad and Scott to finish their negotiations and then Scott and Eric switched places.

I decided to start out by finding out just how much money Scott had left. "I'll let you fuck me for fifteen dollars," I said.

"Okay," he said. "That's a fair offer. What else?"

That surprised me. How could he still have more than fifteen dollars left? Maybe he and Brad didn't come to any agreements after all.

"No, wait a second. What if I don't offer to do anything?"

"Then I won't pay you anything and we're done here. Is that what you want to do?"

"Yeah, I think so," I said.

"Let me make sure I understand this. You don't offer to do anything for me at all and I don't offer to give you any money. Is that our final deal?"

He was accepting that too easily. Maybe he didn't have any money left anyway. I had to get one dollar from him just to be sure the most Brad could do was tie me.

"No, I'll, uh, clean your room for a dollar."

"Once a week for a month for fifty cents is the most I'll pay for that. My room is already pretty clean."

Okay, so he did have some money left. He had a stake in this too and probably wanted to come back with something. "I'll blow you for a dollar."

"Really? Okay, I'll accept that. Anything else?"

I had all I needed to ensure nothing less than a tie. "Nope, that's it."

He wrote it down and handed it to me. I looked at both sheets and they accurately reflected the deals and prices I had agreed to.

Brad finished right as Paul was calling time. Paul looked at me and said, "You finished quickly Eddie. How much money did you earn?"

"Fifty dollars," I said with confidence.

"Really? That's all? I figured you would do better than that," Paul said. "And how about you Brad?"

"Eighty-nine dollars," Brad said.

"Wait a second, that can't right," I said. "Scott said they only had fifty to spend. How did Brad get more than fifty?"

"They said they had fifty dollars to spend on each of us and that we needed to get as much of that money from each of them as we could," Brad said.

I looked at Nick for help, but he backed up what Brad was saying. Paul said, "I guess you misunderstood him, but he didn't say he only had fifty, I heard him say he had fifty for each of you. Brad won, fair and square. You're going to be busy for the rest of the day. You should go and grab something to eat."

"I'll let you have a do-over," Brad said. "I don't want to win on a technicality. We don't do that to each other."

But it was my turn for being honest. "I really, really, want a do-over. But if I'm the only one in the room who heard it the way I did than I'm wrong. And if I had thought about Scott's offers than I would have known he had more money. Thanks Brad, but I screwed myself. It doesn't deserve a do-over."

"It's your choice Brad," Paul said to his brother. "We don't want you guys mad at each other. And the punishment for losing is pretty strong."

"He wouldn't have turned down a do-over and then be mad at me for it, so I'm not worried about that. Are you sure this is okay Eddie? I'll do it over or we'll do another challenge if you think I had an unfair advantage."

The nice thing about each of us was that we never once in our thirteen years ever took an unfair advantage or cheated the other one. If I were to do this over and win I'd always feel like I took advantage of his sense of responsibility. "No, the rules were fair, I just didn't listen. I've never given you a break when it was your fault that you lost. I don't deserve a do-over. I lost because of my own stupidity, something that normally defeats you. Let it stand and I'll take what's coming to me."

Paul looked from one of us to the other, but neither of us had anything further to say. "Okay," he said. "Then it's time to announce the winner of the second challenge. The winner was determined by the one who spent the most money. And that was Eric. Sorry Scott, but you'll be sharing Eddie's fate."

"We also told you the stakes were high in this one, Paul said. "The losers, that's Eddie and Scott, not only have to do what Eddie got money for, you also have to do what Brad got paid for. But Brad, you get to keep the money."

"And Scott, don't think you're getting any pleasure out of losing. Everything you agreed to will be given to Brad," Nick said.

"I'm sure you guys can work out suitable times for completing your tasks later, but right now Eddie has some work to do," Paul said.

I started picking up my clothes but my brother took them from me. "You quit first. Your punishment is that until the garages are both done you only wear underwear," he said. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two pairs of white jockey's. "I found these buried in one of your draws Scott, I hope you don't mind."

Nick smiled at him and tossed him one pair of the whity-tighties. "You guys may as well start at our house," Paul said. "When you get done here just come on down to Nick's, that's where we'll be."

"You mean we have to walk there wearing just these?" I asked. I had put them on, but they were sized for an eleven year old. My stuff was crammed in and my balls were still showing around the edges.

That's all you're wearing until twenty-four hours after you get both garages done to our satisfaction," Paul said. "So you'd better get started and work hard. Both of you."

"Hey, what ever happened to Eddie for quitting first in the sixty-nine competition?" he asked my brother. "You guys didn't forget about it, did you?"

"We didn't forget. What happened depended on who won the competition. Since Eddie lost that too it was easy. The girls want to go camping tomorrow and they need a boy or two along to show them how to set up the tent and build a fire and stuff like that. Eddie and Scott are their boys."

"You mean they have to spend time with the girls wearing just the briefs?" He and Eric were giggling at the thought. I decided to get working on Brad's garage before I heard any more bad news and brought Scott with me.

Paul came over and told us what had to be done. "Are you guys okay with this?" he asked us. "We'll keep things under control, but if this is too embarrassing for you than go put on your clothes and we'll come up with another punishment."

"What do you think Eddie?" Scott asked me. It was obvious he was anxious about working, and being seen, in the very tight briefs and was hoping for a way out.

"If you want to, go ahead, I won't be pissed at you. But if I backed out of the consequences of a lost challenge with Brad I'd never hear the end of it. And he'd never do anything he lost. So I'm going to stick it out."

I could see the disappointment on his face, but he didn't want to back out unless I did, so we got to work on the garage. It was hot work and soon the sweat was pouring off of us, which caused another problem. Our underpants were getting wet. Nothing showed though the double layered front, but our sides and asses were clearly visible through the tight cotton. It took us about three hours to get it done.

"Now we have to go to my house," I said to Scott. "We could just run down the sidewalk and get there fast or we could try to sneak through backyards."

"Let's just get it over with. If we start sneaking around and somebody sees us it'll be even worse."

We took off running down the block to my house.

Terri, Faye, Dawn, and Karen were all in the front yard as we approached. My sister had seen me in underpants many times and last night she and Faye and Dawn had seen me naked, so while I wasn't happy to see them I wasn't too embarrassed.

But Scott whispered a swear word and stopped running two doors away from my house. "Karen has never seen be like this before. I'm not sure I can do this," he said.

"You can quit and go back home and put on regular clothes. You'll have to do something else and Brad and Eric will make fun of you. But I won't, I know how you feel."

"No, damn it, I can't chicken out, especially not if you go through with it. Come on; let's just get this over with."

He took off running again and the girls saw us as we approached the driveway and giggled and followed us to the garage.

The worse part for me was seeing Brad and Eric lifting the weights with Nick, Paul, and Tom guiding them. Here I was running around in little-boy's underpants and working my ass off and he was getting to do what both of us had wanted to do for the last year. Not just the weights, we had played with them a few times when our brothers were gone, but to be doing something with our brothers. We almost never got to be part of them. Seeing Brad with them made me see red.

"Hey little boys, did your mommy's forget to dress you today?" Eric yelled as we came into the garage.

"Shut up!" Brad said to him. "They lost and they're paying the price. We don't need to add more to it. Just leave them alone."

Like I said, our Brad and I are tight. I knew Brad would tease me later, after the bet was paid off, but not now. He was actually better about that than I was. I probably would have joined in teasing them if he had lost. At least until Nick stopped me, and he would have.

But Scott couldn't ignore the giggles of the girls as they crowded around us, laughing at our visible butts. I noticed he was getting an erection just as he put his hands over his groin to hide it.

"You aren't going to be able to do that and work at the same time," I told him. "Ignore them and let's just get this done. They're going to see us like this tomorrow anyway."

He reluctantly moved his hands and we went to work. Once the girls got a look at our fronts and realized they couldn't see much they got bored and went back out front and Scott became a better helper.

"Sorry I was so slow, but I had to stay bent over," he said. He stood up and pointed to the top of his underwear. I could see the tip of his dick sticking out the waistband. "I had to hide this from them."

I laughed and told him I understood and we worked as hard as we could. Still, I had to fight to keep my anger under control as Brad and Eric continued to get coached by the older boys.

Because we started out slow and were already tired when we got here, my garage was taking longer to complete. It was already evening and I was starving. Before we finished Nick called for a couple of pizzas and when they arrived he said we were done. "Brad and Eric won't mind finishing up for you tomorrow while you guys are with the girls," he said.

Whether or not they minded, both were wise enough to not complain or argue about it.

After we ate, Scott and I sought refuge in my room, away from the girls and my parents. My mom gave me another one of her looks that showed she was displeased with me but didn't say anything about me being in just underpants. I think she knew Nick was responsible and was probably waiting to discuss things with him.

We weren't in my room for five minutes before Brad and Eric came in.

"You know we have some other business to start taking care of," Brad said. "Nick gave us some instructions on how to do it. He thought he should be here but I figured you wouldn't like that and talked him out of it."

If it had just been Brad I wouldn't have felt so bad, but one look at Eric really set me off. He had a grin that covered his entire face. He was looking forward to fucking me way too much. But I had lost the challenge and wasn't going to chicken out.

"First thing we have to do is use a ton of this stuff called KY Jelly," Brad said. "Bend over the bed and bring your butt up in the air."

I did as he said and I could feel the cold lubricant being spread around my hole.

"Next I need to stretch you out a little. I'm going to use one finger and when you can handle that they I'll use two fingers. After that you should be able to take my dick without a lot of pain."

"Wait a minute, why do I need to worry about your dick?" I asked. "This should all be Eric doing the fucking, not you."

"Because one of the things Scott paid me for was for him to watch me fuck you if I won."

I looked at Scott and asked, "Did he really?"

"Yeah, it's on the sheet. But I made the payment based on watching the winner of you two fuck the loser so if you had won he'd be where you are."

"And where you're going to be," Eric said. "Remember that everything that happens to him happens to you too."

"Yeah, I know," Scott said. He sounded like he was getting kind of pissed at Eric's attitude too.

"Hang on, he comes one finger," Brad said. "Push like you're trying to take a dump," he said as he pushed into me. As soon as I pushed back his finger slid in. It hurt a little, but not much. He moved it around inside me which gave me a funny feeling that made my dick start getting hard.

"Okay, let's try two fingers." He pulled the one finger back out and then I could feel two fingers going in. This time it hurt more and when I grunted he stopped and asked if I was okay.

"Just give me a second," I said. "Go slow," I added after I had a few seconds to get used to it.

He slowly worked at it until he had his fingers in all the way. Then he moved them around inside me. I could feel my ass hole being stretched out as he twisted his fingers around. After a few minutes I said, "Let's just get this over with," and he pulled his fingers out and climbed up over me.

"I'll take it easy," he said. It took him three tries to actually get his dick into me. As the head passed through by ass hole it hurt some but once that was passed it wasn't too uncomfortable. Mostly if felt like I had a big turd inside me.

He leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "This is awesome! Next time we make a bet this will be the prize."

I promised myself to hold him to that as long as I was sure I'd win. He began to rock into me and each pump felt like it was driving his dick even further in. Then he gave out a short yell and I could feel his cum shooting inside me.

"Okay Eric, you do Scott the same way. I'm going to watch to make sure you do it just like my brother said."

"I got it, you don't need to watch," Eric said. But Brad told him either he watched the first time or he'd have Nick come and watch and Eric relented.

Scott had to endure the fingers of my next door neighbor before letting him get his dick going. Probably because Eric was smaller than Brad it didn't take as long before he was pumping his way into Scott's ass.

"Scott, I only get to do this with each of you once," Brad said when Eric was done. "I'm ready to go again right now if you want to get it over with. Otherwise, we'll wait until tomorrow."

"I don't want to have to go through this again if we can get it done tonight," Scott said.

"I got paid for two from Eric," I said. "How many did you get paid for?" I asked Brad.

"Two from each," Brad said. "I guess I negotiated better than you did."

"That means Eric gets to do this to each of us three more times," I said. "Can you do it that many times tonight? I'd like to get this part over with too."

"Oh, it'll be hard, but I'll get through it somehow," Eric said.

He was wrong, after doing me once and then Scott again he was having trouble getting it up and we decided we'd finish up the fucking tomorrow.

"How about blow jobs?" Scott asked. "Eddie, you were supposed to give me one, and Brad two, how many did you guys agree to with Eric?"

"Three," I said.

"Two," said Brad.

"So we each owe Eric eight blow jobs? That sucks, it'll take days to pay those off," I said.

"And I'll be loving every one of them," Eric said. But he saw the look on Brad's face and said, "You know, that is a lot. Maybe I could let you do something else for a few of them."

"Like what," I asked.

He thought for a minute and then said, "You guys have to go camping with the girls tomorrow wearing only those white briefs. If you spend one hour with them naked, without covering up in any way, I'll drop one blow job apiece."

"Three minutes for one blow job," I said. "But thirty minutes if you drop two of the blowjobs and one of the fucks."

"Okay, but only if Brad and I are there to watch what happens," Eric said. "And remember, you can't cover up at any time no matter what."

"Scott, you cool with this?" I asked.

"Yeah, I can handle thirty minutes I suppose. They were probably going to get us naked somehow anyway."

"Okay, so Eric gets to fuck me one more time but he's done with Scott, and both of us owe him six blow jobs." I still thought it was a lot, but at least we got the numbers down.

But I guess Scott was thinking some of the same thought I had because he said, "Man, I don't want to have to blow you six times. Right now I rather give a blowjob to almost anybody instead of you."

"I have two cousins coming over the day after tomorrow. I might be willing to trade one of mine if you blow both of them."

I wasn't interested in giving two blowjobs in order to get out of one with Eric, but Scott might have had other ideas. "How old are they?" he asked.

"Twelve and thirteen," Eric said. "I've got another idea that's even better since you guys find me so repulsive."

"It's not that we find you repulsive," I said. "It's your attitude. You make us feel, so, uh..."

"Humiliated? I thought that was the point of the challenge." He had me there.

"What's your idea?" Scott asked.

"You two play three hands of poker and bet the blow jobs you owe me. But there's an ante for each hand."

"Like what?" I asked. I was interested and I could see Scott was too.

"Well, for the first hand, the loser has to give a blowjob to both my cousins. In the second hand, the loser gets fucked by both of them plus I get an extra fuck. And the loser of the third hand blows and gets fucked by the winner."

It sounded dangerous but fair. I asked Scott and Brad if they saw a trick anywhere and they both thought the rules were straightforward, although very bad news for the loser. Brad repeated the rules back and Eric agreed that was what he said and what he meant. No tricks. Scott and I agreed.

Now I had a dilemma. I had a low pair. But if I folded than I lost the first hand plus I took two of Scott's blowjobs that he owed Eric. Of course if I called and lost it wasn't much worse, I just took one more blowjob. I decided to call. Scott had a pair of nines.

The second hand was even worse. I had a three, five, seven, eight, and nine. Scott helped by not betting. I kept the eight and nine and drew an ace, five and a second nine. Scott bet one and I raised to two and Scott folded. He showed his hand and he had an ace-high nothing. I gave back one of the blowjobs.

I had yet another bad hand in the third round with a jack-high nothing and knocked. Scott bet one and I decided to take a chance and call. My hand only improved by going to a queen-high nothing. Scott bet another one and I folded. He had a pair of fours.

"That didn't change things much," Eric said. "Eddie has to give me three of Scott's blowjobs is all."

Scott spoke first. "Plus Eddie has to give your cousins and me a blowjob, he gets fucked by me, and I get fucked by your cousins. That idea made it a lot worse."

"You guys had crappy hands; there was nothing to bet on. If you want, you can go three more hands. The ante will be blowjobs for me and Brad, Fucked by me and Brad, and a double blowjob and fuck for the loser of the third. But you can bet the stuff you owe my cousins now too."

Scott and I both thought about it and agreed to try again. In the first hand I drew an ace and a king but no pair. I bet one. Scott bet allowing Eric's cousins to fuck him.

"How does that work?" I asked.

"If I win, they do you instead. If I lose, they fuck me twice each."

The stakes were too high for my hand so I folded. I now owed Brad and Eric a blowjob plus I took another of Scott's. Scott showed me his hand--he had an ace and no pair. He had bluffed and scared me out, although he would have won the hand anyway.

For the second hand Scott opened with a bet of one. I had a jack and a queen but still no pair. I figured if Scott could bluff so could I so I raised him two.

"I'll bet a blowjob to you," I said.

But when he didn't fold I got worried. I drew an ace, a king, and a six. Scott bet one and I folded. I now owed all Scott's six blowjobs to Eric plus I had to blow Scott. In addition to that, Brad and Eric were going to fuck me again. I started thinking this wasn't such a good idea.

The third hand gave me a king and queen but still no pair. I knocked and Scott bet another blowjob to him so I called. I drew a second king and bet one.

I thought he was bluffing. And a pair of kings was hard to beat in case he wasn't.

"I'll bet the fucks from the two cousins," I said, trying to sound confident. But I didn't think it worked.

"I'll call and raise," Scott said. "The loser has to shave his pubic hair off before we take the girls camping."

I nervously called and he showed two pair--nines and sixes. I had just lost everything. Scott no longer had any losses.

"Even though you lost, I'll keep one of the blowjobs you owe Eric. It doesn't seem right that I get off that easy."

"You won, fair and square," I said.

"Yeah, thanks," I said sincerely. Considering what I had lost it wasn't much, but the thought behind it was decent.

"I'll go find a razor," Brad said. I tallied up where I stood. I was about to lose my dick hair, I owed Eric my six plus five of Scott's six blow jobs and the two extra I lost by losing the first two hands. That was thirteen blow jobs I owed Eric! I also owed Brad one and Scott three blowjobs. Eric would get to fuck me twice, as would Scott, while Brad would get one more. Then I had to give a blow job to each of Eric's cousins and then let them fuck me. That was a total of nineteen blowjobs and seven fucks. It was going to be a very long month.

"Man, you suck at poker," Eric said. "I'd play you anytime."

"Just two days."

"Then if I lose they can fuck me as much as they want. I'll spend the night at your house. They'll have full access to me day or night."

"And we can still bet in addition to that?" he asked.

"Sure. I owe you so much it doesn't really matter at all."

"Okay, deal the cards. I'm gonna give you some lessons." He was pretty cocky but I felt lucky.

I had a pair of twos and not much else, but I bet two blowjobs.

"I raise. If I win you have to stay naked with the girls for three hours and beat off every time you get a boner."

"If that's your bet, the same applies to you if you lose. I call."

He took three cards, same as me. I added a pair of jacks to my other pair and bet two more blowjobs.

"You're bluffing," he said. "I can tell. So I'll bet naked in public. You have to dive in the public pool with a loose-fitting bathing suit and let it come all the way off while you swim to the other side of the pool."

"You do understand when I call that if I win these bets apply to you, don't you?" He nodded his head so I called. He showed his hand—two pairs, tens and sevens. I showed him mine and he almost cried right on the spot.

"You shouldn't have bet like that, it made me think you were bluffing. I didn't think you had anything."

"You lost Eric," Brad said. "He didn't cheat. You bet high with junk in your hand."

"But he should have folded when I bet like that. He didn't have anything to support the bet."

"Neither did you," I said.

"Let's play again, same bet for the loser," he said.

"You realize that right now all they get to do is fuck you once. If you make that bet and lose they get full access to you the whole time they're here. Are you sure you want to bet that?" I asked.

He took the cards from me and started dealing. But before he could pick his up Scott took both hands. "Eric, we're going to hold you to these bets. Think about what happens if you lose and then Eddie decides to stop playing."

"He can't. He has to play. I don't want my cousins to be sticking their things up my butt."

"No Eric, I don't have to play," I said. "That's why we're telling you to think about your bets. Now I'll play this hand, even with the bet you just made. But you need to really think about what happens if you lose. Why don't we play for the two times you get to fuck me. I'll go double or nothing, plus we can bet."

He said okay to that and Scott put the cards back down in front of us. I looked at mine and saw I had five hearts. I bet six blowjobs.

"You can't bet that many," he said.

"Eric, I owe you thirteen. Even if I win you don't lose much. If you want to fold then fold, but you'll lose out on the two times fucking me."

"I, uh, but I can't, oh what the hell. I call your six and raise you six. Take that!"

I called, which surprised him. I told him I didn't need any cards and he stared at me for a few seconds before taking one card for himself.

"I bet three blowjobs," I said. He sat there so I said, "If you fold I still owe you one blowjob and then we're done. If you bet and lose, you owe me two blowjobs. Of course, if you win, I'll be sucking your dick for the most of the rest of the summer."

"If I fold, will you show your hand?"

"No. If you want to see what I have you have to earn it by calling or raising. If you fold you'll never know."

"Shit! I've got to know!" he said. "I call."

I turned my cards over and he threw his down. He had two pair, aces and jacks. But that doesn't beat a flush. I no longer owed Eric anything; in fact, he now owed me two blowjobs.

"I think you've lost enough Eric," I said. "Besides, I don't owe you anything now.

"Could we play one more? I really don't want my cousin's to be fucking me and I don't think I could stand being naked at the pool, there's too many kids there."

"Then you shouldn't have made those bets," Scott said.

But I felt sorry for him. He was only twelve after all, we were all thirteen. And he wasn't very mature socially or physically.

"I'll tell you what," I said to him. "If, and that's a big if, Brad and Scott go along with this, we'll drop having your cousin's fuck you. You said one of them is thirteen; he may be too big for your butt anyway. But in exchange, you give them the blow jobs I owe them. Also, I'll take your naked at the pool but you owe these guys three blowjobs and you forget about the blowjob Scott owes you."

I looked at by cousin and Scott and asked, "This okay with you guys?"

"Why would you take being seen naked at the pool?" Scott asked. "He made up the bet and he lost. He should do it."

"My business," I said. "Besides, you don't want to have to blow him, do you?"

"I guess not. It's just that he's getting off so easy. When he had you over a barrel he was all for putting it to you and making you feel even worse than he needed to."

"So I know how it felt to have to do everything. I didn't like it and I know he doesn't. If you have a problem with it then the bets stand as they are. Or I can play poker with him for them."

"And lose on purpose," Scott said. "I guess I don't care if you want to let him off."

"Me neither," Brad said.

"Do you agree to the terms?" I asked Eric. "You have to suck them off instead of me, and you give each of us three blowjobs. But you don't get fucked and you don't do the pool bet."

"Yeah, I agree," he said. "And thanks. Sorry I was such an ass. It just felt so, I don't know, weird to know you were going to do all that stuff with me. I guess I let it go too far. I won't screw up again if we ever bet anything and I win. And I won't bet anything I couldn't do if I were to lose."

"Well, you still have one thing to do," Brad said to me. He handed me a pair of scissors, the shaving cream and razor he must have taken out of my dad's closet. "Get to work."

I put a towel down on the floor and clipped my hair as close to the skin as I could. As I started spreading the cream to shave the rest off Brad looked at Eric.

"Do you have any hair down there yet?"

"Yeah, just a little," Eric said.

"Cause, you know, you did get off pretty easy on the bets," Brad added. "You don't have to, but Eddie really gave you a sweet deal. I think you owe something."

Eric blushed, but pulled down his pants and boxers. "I guess that would be fair. Are you happy now Scott?"

"I will be when I watch you shave off those three tiny hairs you were so proud of," Scott said.

I finished and handed the stuff to Eric. He didn't have much; you had to look really close to see them at all. But when he was done they were gone. Eric inspected me and pointed out a few I missed and I had to shave again.

It was late, but not too late for Scott and Brad to each fuck me one more time before bed. Now I only had one more time to be fucked and a few blowjobs to give. And naked with the girls tomorrow, but Eric was going to have the worst of that. I wondered if he had forgotten. If so, we'd remind him when it was time. Right then it was time to get some sleep.