THE BET IX - AT THE RIVAL GYM

There you have another one! said Julio, letting out another loud fart whose aroma quickly spread through the enclosed space of the van where, naked and totally immobilized, he was being transported by the victorious team.

Fuck, man! You filthy pig! What a fart this bastard has let out! shouted the team members while pressing the soles of their boots against Julio’s back and ass, lying at their feet in the middle of the van.

So you can share it! Julio added in a cocky voice.....

Stop, Carlos, stop! We need to air this out, it stinks in here!

Carlos, also affected by Julio’s flatulence and enraged by the cockiness of the one who had just become his slave, braked sharply and opened the vehicle’s windows to let fresh air in.

Then he got down from his seat and went to the back door, which he also opened.

Turn this bastard onto his back, guys! he shouted to his mates, who quickly flipped Julio over, leaving him lying down but facing them and the ceiling, and leaving his body more exposed than in the previous position.

Baldy, put your fucking boots on his package and press on his balls and cock if this son of a bitch opens his mouth again.

Edu and José, you do the same with his pecs. Boot on the clamps on his nipples. Constant pressure and you know the drill, step harder if he says any more impertinence.

And the rest of you, put your boots wherever is closest. This doormat, he said looking Julio directly in the eyes, is here to be trampled as many times as we damn well feel like.

Is that clear, slave?

Yes, man, yes.... Crystal clear, said Julio, unable to finish the sentence, cut off by the pressure of Baldy’s boot on his balls.

Yes, sir, yes. It’s clear. He corrected himself.

The trip continued without further incident, and they finally arrived at the gym on the avenue, where they got Julio out of the van and took him to the weight room and exercise area.

There they hung him from a hook, held by the ropes that bound his arms, keeping them immobilized behind his back. Once this was done they raised the hook so that he was almost suspended, with only the tips of his fingers touching the floor.

The team, with Carlos at the front, contemplated that colossus completely naked, with ringed and very prominent balls and cock, with that spectacular ass and those worked abs, and with those pecs totally exposed and clamped.

Carlos then took out a plunger of about two liters capacity, connected to a tube.

Come on, guys, let’s all piss in here until we fill this container, and then we’re going to put it up this bastard’s ass. So he can see who really rules here and learn his role from now on.

Don’t be faggots, guys! they heard Julio complain from his position. That’s too much, Carlos, don’t go overboard, man.

Carlos approached him, stared at him, leaned close to his shaved he...