THE BET XVI. - NEW BEGINNING

After taking Julio down naked and handcuffed to the rival gym’s van, the events unfolded in his mind more or less as in his nightmare. Even more violently.

Rings were put through his nipples, with two thick permanent hoops protruding and jingling over his sculpted abs, each holding a weight.

In the same way, he was ringed through his cockhead, and his balls and package were surrounded by a ring that kept them exposed and separated, keeping him permanently hard.

The tattoos were even more brutal than in the dream, since they were permanent. SLUT on the crack of his ass, and the word SLAVE on his chest and on his buttocks, so that he could not hide his condition for life.

After all these acts, after sleeping one night tied to the cactus of the gym’s emblem and after being raped repeatedly by Raúl, Carlos and their teammates, they finally gave him a break.

A break to transfer him to a farm where he was going to work as a beast of burden.

That way we’ll make use of your excellent physical shape... Carlos told him during the transfer.

Once at the farm he was harnessed like a real horse. With a bit in his mouth, the ring on his cock connected to those on his nipples, a ball swinging hanging from his balls, a chain connecting his ankles, hands tied behind his back and firmly bound to his torso, and a special gift. A hook with a steel ball inserted in his ass and fastened by a chain to his neck.

This will make you keep the posture, bastard, said a Raúl unknown to him, looking at him with contained rage.

A rage built up over years of living together on the wrestling team, in which he was always “second.” In the police station missions in which Captain Julio always took the credit and honors. Even in the countless nights in which he heard him fucking his girlfriend wildly, while he had no choice but to jerk off in silence.

Julio knew nothing of all this. All that unleashed envy in Raúl and all Carlos’s rage, always defeated in his wrestling competitions. Humiliated week after week while everyone admired the unbeatable champion.

You’re going to become a fucking draft horse, and you’re going to transport everyone who comes to this farm to make use of the services of Lady Bloodthirsty and her terrible amazons.

You will pick up the clients at the entrance and transport them in a carriage to their cabins, where the amazons will provide them with all the services they have hired.

You will sleep in the stables, and you will fulfill whatever obligations they impose on you.

At least for a month. The month for which we have ceded you to your new mistresses.

Julio could not say anything against it. He could not even nod, since every movement in his neck meant tugging on the hook that kept his asshole penetrated.

TO BE CONTINUED.......