THE BET XI - TATTOOED

As much as the next day he did not admit it to Carlos and his team, the night felt eternal to Julio, tied up naked and with his back to the enormous cactus whose spines threatened his broad back, his muscular forearms, his worked legs and his ass, hard as a rock, but completely prominent given the position in which his bonds kept him, with his crack open and more than a dozen spines lodged in it. The clamps on his nipples and the steel ball hanging from his ringed balls were an additional torture that we must not forget.

His captors did not arrive at the gym until well into the morning, and obviously they found him exactly as they had left him, since his bonds prevented him from moving even a millimeter.

How did you sleep, Julio? Carlos asked him, taking the rubber ball gag out of his mouth.

Great, man, Julio answered cockily, adding, “a very comfortable bed. Totally ergonomic. It just goes a bit into my ass crack, dude.”

I’m glad, slave, Carlos replied, unable to hide his anger, while adding: “today you have an appointment to get pierced and tattooed.”

Wait, man, Julio answered seriously. That is not included in the bet. No permanent mark can be made. I remember that is what we said.

Indeed, that is so and that is how it will be. The tattoo will be temporary and in a month it will have disappeared completely, and the rings that we are going to put in your nipples and on the tip of your cock will close once you stop using them. Though maybe you will like them and want to keep them. That will be up to you and your girlfriend.

Fine, then I cannot refuse or do anything about it. Though I repeat that you really are bastards. It is not enough for you to have shaved my head to the skin, now you are also going to ring me and tattoo me. Real sons of bitches.

The conversation over, the team took care of untying Julio from the cactus, thanks to which he was finally able to stretch out, relax his muscles after a night of tension, eat the breakfast they offered him and take a shower that helped him recover.

Come on, guys! he told them once he had finished. “Ready for whatever comes out of your balls, bastards.”

First came the tattoo artist, who tattooed the avenue gym’s emblem on his left chest and on his right buttock.

That is all? Julio said mockingly when he had finished. Fuck, guys, you are so soft. Hahaha....

As was to be expected, that cockiness cost him dearly, and it is not good to provoke your jailers when you are a prisoner..... and so he heard Carlos, beside himself, order that they tie him hand and foot face down over a gym horse.

The crack wide open, he ordered. And turning to the tattoo artist he said, “Tattoo the word FAG all over his crack” “Make it clearly visible when he bends over and when it opens”

Fag? Are you sure? the tattoo artist asked, and added: “Besides, the skin in that area is ve...