THE BET X - THE CACTUS

For the next two hours, Carlos and his team spent them training hard with their new punching bag: Julio’s body tied up and immobilized, hanging from a hook in the center of the gym, with the new rings on, his nipples clamped, his mouth gagged with Carlos’s sweaty briefs, and a dildo in his ass keeping inside him the piss of everyone present.

The blows came at him from everywhere. Each of the ten fighters focused on one area of his anatomy, switching from time to time. Pectorals, abdominals, glutes, legs, arms, back... besides the occasional stray blow that would “accidentally” land on Julio’s crotch, with his balls separated by very prominent rings and his 27-centimeter cock completely hard from the pressure exerted by the ring surrounding it.

Under those circumstances Julio could only snort, endure, and occasionally insult through his gag, while glaring at his opponents with an expression and eyes full of rage and helplessness.

At one point Carlos’s voice was heard interrupting the training and addressing his teammates.

“All right, guys, I think we’ve trained enough for today and that both we and our guest,” he said mockingly while looking at Julio, “deserve a rest. Don’t you think, Julito?”

“Go fuck yourselves!” seemed to be heard from behind the gag, although Carlos continued without paying him much attention.

Having said that, they took Julio down and for the first time since his defeat began removing the instruments that had been torturing him. The nipple clamps, which hurt even more intensely as circulation returned, the gag, the ropes immobilizing his torso, and finally the dildo that had been invading his asshole for hours.

They left his hands tied behind his back, the shackles on his ankles, and of course the rings on his wrists, ankles, neck, and crotch.

Very well, Julio, you’re going to keep enjoying our hospitality. So you’ll be able to go to the bathroom, shit, piss, and even take a shower.

“Like this, tied up with my hands behind my back, man?” Julio said in a hoarse voice after having been gagged for so many hours.

“Are you going to soap up my crotch for me? Are you going to soap it up for me, Baldy? Or will you do it personally, Carlos?” he asked in a mocking tone and with a cocky attitude.

“Untie his arms, Baldy, let him soap himself up properly,” Carlos replied, adding: “Take him to the showers, he has twenty minutes to shower and clean himself up.”

“And afterward we’ll show him his room. The place where he’s going to sleep, at least for tonight,” he added, unable to hide a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

Once in the shower Julio expelled all the fluids they had introduced into him and let the hot water run over his battered musculature, which despite the fight and the blows received still looked magnificent.

He enjoyed no privacy at all, not even to tak...