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Is this the calm before the storm?", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Vince has one more humiliation waiting for him at home before he can go to sleep, though the blackmailer seems strangely accommodating this time. Is this the calm before the storm?", "writing": "[b]The Measure of a Man\n\nChapter 4: The Truth about yourself[/b]\n\nVince was the last one at the bar. He didn't often lock up, but this was a night where he didn't want his shift to be over. If his shift ended, then there was nothing more to distract him. Then he was just the top that had allowed himself to be fucked by a random horse because his blackmailer told him to.\n\nSo he let his coworkers off the hook while pasting a false smile on his face. He took over their cleaning jobs and offered to clear out their sections. He was trading off the quick jobs for the ones that lasted longer, with the added benefit of trading for jobs where he could stay standing. Because not only was there a man's seed buried deep inside of his body, he was also plugged to keep it inside of him.\n\nHe had never been fucked before. He had never even played around with anal. And now he was approaching hour 12 of having his ass stretched and filled.\n\nWhen he was finally finished working, he had to go home. And exactly as he had dreaded, the thoughts started filling his head. He had been fucked relentlessly while he had been forced to sell the act by begging for more. It had been horrible. Especially because he wasn't sure how much of that begging had been an act. He had been forced to ignore his own boundaries, been forced to endure a cock that was too big, without any of the time a body needed to work up to it. And part of him had enjoyed it all anyway.\n\nHe hated how confused he felt as he walked home. Was this what he had done to the blackmailer? Had Vince fucked him and then sent him off to walk home feeling confused and cheated? It wasn't always like this. Vince had started out being kind to the people he tricked. The first few times, he had talked with them after cumming and had even taken the time to make sure they got off too. But over time Vince had become meaner, had started enjoying how much power he felt tricking tops to be his mare for a night, until his own sense of superiority was all that mattered.\n\nHe had stopped considering the feelings of his victims. When had he become such a selfish bastard?\n\nHis apartment was dark and Vince didn't bother turning on any of the lights as he made his way to the bedroom. The red dot from the cameras was enough to keep him from bumping into anything once his eyes had adjusted. He didn't want to shower when he couldn't remove the plug. He didn't want to do anything but sleep and finally leave the day behind him.\n\nHe flopped onto the bed and heard something soft fall to the ground. He turned on the lamp on his bedside table.\n\nAnd he was confused at what he saw lying on the ground. It was a white rectangle with thin yellow stripes. It looked plastic, but not solid enough to be anything he recognised. It wasn't something he owned, which meant someone else had put it on his bed expecting him to see it when he walked in.\n\nHe didn't know what it was, but it couldn't be anything good.\n\nAs expected, he felt his phone vibrate. ``Task 6: Put that on. You're not sleeping until it's wet.''\n\nHe didn't understand. It didn't make sense. He grabbed the plastic from the ground and it was light and crinkly. He turned it around and saw that it was folded onto itself. It was...\n\nIt was a fucking diaper.\n\nHis task was to wear a diaper and wet himself as if he was a little colt. First the blackmailer had taken his pride as a top, and now they were going after whatever pride as a man remained.\n\nHe stared at the offensive item in his hand as if reality would change and the obvious conclusion could be overturned by sheer stubbornness. He was expecting another threat to hurry up, but his phone was strangely silent.\n\nHe swallowed. His ass felt sore from being fucked by a horse's cock and being stretched by plugs he had no practice with. He had done those things, because there was no other choice but to obey. The alternative was a jail sentence for theft. Vince had already come so far. This was just one more humiliation. He could do it.\n\nIt was easy compared to the other tasks. This one just made him humiliate himself in private.\n\nHe undressed himself and sat down on the bed again. He unfolded the diaper and stared at it. It wasn't symmetrical so there clearly was supposed to be a front and a back, but he couldn't figure out which was which.\n\nHis phone buzzed and Vince grit his teeth. He'd thought he was being allowed the time he needed. He was genuinely working on it. The blackmailer couldn't be patient?\n\nExcept there was no actual text being sent. Just a link. Vince clicked it and it loaded up a porn site, where a white horse stood naked on the screen with a fake horn on his forehead. The unicorn was holding a diaper in his hand. The video's title was `how to change into a diaper' and the main actor was enthusiastic about it, saying how much he loved his diapers between every instruction.\n\nIt was completely silly, yet there was something about that unicorn's transformation that made Vince breathe through his mouth. The unicorn in the video started semi-hard, but got fully erect as he rubbed baby powder onto his crotch. He didn't have a very large dick, so when he closed the diaper that erection completely disappeared and there was just a bulge showing his excessive excitement. The unicorn rubbed the bump and sounded more delighted than most subs did getting fucked.\n\nVince had seen some gay guys in diapers before on some nights at the bar. He had never seen the appeal. But Vince had also never been this pent-up. It had been too long since had fucked someone. He wanted to rub that unicorn's diaper and make him moan out Vince's name. He wanted to fuck the handsome unicorn and see if that would make the unicorn moan louder than rubbing his diaper ever could. Or perhaps fucking him while he was still wearing that diaper? What kind of lovely sounds would he make then? Would he call Vince `daddy'?\n\nAnd because the chastity device kept messing with his head, it was far too easy to slip up and imagine himself getting ordered around by someone he eagerly called his daddy.\n\nVince looked at the camera. ``You don't need me to act like that horse, right?''\n\nThe phone didn't buzz to taunt him. It remained silent. The task was to put the diaper on. And that was doable. He didn't need to humiliate himself even further by acting like he was doing any of this voluntarily. Vince got to work.\n\nHe rubbed the diaper onto itself to remove the factory folds, per the unicorn's advice, and then put it down on the bed for him to lie on. This time he knew how to orient it. It took some positioning and making sure his tail wasn't in the way, but then he was lying on top of a diaper, ready to tape it up.\n\nHe paused, trapped in confusion. The outside of the diaper had been cold and plastic like a shopping bag. But the inside was soft like expensive underwear. He was used to wearing second-hand clothing that chafed against his skin. He had imagined a diaper having to be at least worse than what he normally wore.\n\nThis would be so much easier if he hated it.\n\nHe got a hold of himself and closed the diaper over his chastity cage, wiggling it to settle it into place and then applying the tapes as tightly as he could. It needed to hold up for a full night and he needed it to not leak after he wet it. Somehow, he didn't think his blackmailer would allow him out early just because he'd done a bad job of taping up.\n\nNow he just needed to pee.\n\nHis bladder was full enough. He didn't like peeing at his work while he was locked. That is why he avoided drinking too much. Yet no matter how much he tried, his body wouldn't cooperate.\n\nThe phone buzzed and Vince's first reaction was dread again. Except last time he had been given a video instead of a scolding. So he checked it. ``It's harder if you try to force it. It's best to drink some water and relax.''\n\nRight. The blackmailer wanted to see him in a wet diaper and this wasn't something made easier with threats. In a strange way, their interests were aligned. Still, it didn't feel right to take advice from the person tormenting him, especially to complete a task set by them.\n\nVince thought he could just overcome his mental block with time, so he kept trying. When five minutes later he was tired from straining his belly without results, he walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. Or rather, he waddled. He couldn't fully get his legs together with the bulk between them, which made it hard to walk normally. The diaper also gave a crinkly noise with every step he took which made his cheeks warm.\n\nHe drank the full glass of water. And then another. And then he took a third glass with him back to the bed. The next piece of advice was to relax, like he wasn't plugged and caged and diapered. ``Easier said than done.'' Vince muttered.\n\nThe phone buzzed, as if the blackmailer had heard him. There were probably microphones set up. ``Don't think about what you have to do. Think pleasant thoughts. What's your favourite memory?''\n\nVince shrugged. A week earlier he would have said the measuring game, but the blackmailer had ruined it for him. His sports accomplishments were all tainted by what his parents had done. He would have to dig deep and he didn't really have the energy for that. ``Winning the state track run.''\n\n``What was that like?''\n\nVince started talking about High School. It wasn't really a good time, but there were pleasant memories buried in all the shit and talking like this he could pretend it had all been good. And it wasn't something he often got to talk about to anyone.\n\nHe could talk about how free he felt when he was running, wind in his mane, excelling at something his body was made to do. He had to pretend for everyone that it was easy, but it was not. It was gruelling practice every day, keeping to a strict diet, and cramming enough study sessions between physical training to get the passing grades he needed to stay on the team. But all that hard work had paid off when he beat all the other teenagers in the state for his golden medal. That medal had guaranteed him a scholarship for a college of his choosing.\n\n``Why didn't you go?''\n\nVince took a few steadying breaths. ``I thought you were trying to help me relax.''\n\nThe phone didn't respond.\n\n``I came out to my parents. They didn't take it well.'' Vince's entire future had changed that night. The golden medal was still in his old bedroom, if his parents hadn't thrown it away by now. Vince hadn't been given a chance to go back for it. The only thing he had taken with him that night was a bloody nose and a black eye. ``Being a bartender isn't so bad.''\n\n``Plenty of hot men at least.''\n\nVince couldn't help but chuckle, eager to take the distraction. ``Which was a bigger plus when I actually had access to my dick.''\n\n``You'll get that access back if you behave. Or would you rather be sleeping on a prison bed tonight?''\n\n``No.'' Vince admitted. ``Though I sometimes think prison would've been simpler, even if I don't deserve it.''\n\n``You stole from your boss.''\n\n``He underpays me.'' Vince immediately said. ``And you already said that's not why you're mad at me.'' \n\n``No. My reasons are more personal.''\n\n``Why are you doing all this to me? Who are you?''\n\nThe phone took a long time to answer. ``I'm Parci, your destiny. I deliver karmic justice. I'm treating you the way you deserve, and giving you a chance to redeem yourself.''\n\n``So because I hurt you with the measuring game, you want to hurt me back.''\n\n``I want to hurt a lot of people. But I don't blackmail all of them. You're being put through this not only because I want to hurt you, but because you objectively deserve getting hurt.''\n\n``I never meant...'' Vince took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He'd never figured out which one of his victims was the blackmailer, but he knew the blackmailer was one of them. ``It was supposed to be fun for both of us. At first, I thought I was giving the men I tricked a unique experience. And then I stopped thinking about it because it felt good to me and I wanted to keep doing it. I'm sorry.''\n\n``Being sorry won't get you out of your tasks.''\n\n``I know it's not enough. But I'm sorry anyway. I don't know who you are. With how many guys I screwed over, I guess I'm lucky only one of my victims is getting revenge. I'm doing your ten tasks. It's hard and I hate you, but I'm doing them. Is completing them really going to make you forgive me?''\n\nThe phone took a long time to answer again. ``I deliver karmic justic. If you pay for your mistakes, then I'll forgive you. I'll keep my word. The evidence I have will be destroyed, you'll get the key to your cage and you'll never hear from me again.''\n\nVince had found that so hard to believe at first. He had been so scared to go to prison. But somehow he believed it now. If one of his victims wanted to get even, they could've chosen violence instead of all this orchestrated revenge. Vince had been humiliated in front of strangers, gym buddies and colleagues. But there was a light at the end of the tunnel. There was hope that Parci would keep his word and that everything would go back to normal in the end.\n\nVince ran his hand over the diaper. It was still comfortable. It had a subtle scent to it that reminded him of a time long ago, before everything had gone wrong. Before he'd become a player of mind games and a loser bartender. Before he'd become a thief.\n\n``I only steal to pay my rent.'' Vince said. ``That's always been true. I try to make it through the month and only if I'm short do I take money from the register.''\n\n``Why don't you manage your money better, so you don't need to steal?''\n\n``My life was never supposed to go this way.'' Vince said. He swallowed. ``I was supposed to go to college. My dad had a job already lined up for me with my uncle. I was supposed to be educated, and I was supposed to earn the big bucks. I can't stand this life here. I don't spend money in excess. I just live in this apartment, eat fresh meals and go to the gym. I was supposed to have so much more than that, yet this minimal standard of living is already pushing against the limits of my salary. Life's unfair, and stealing a little bit of money is me trying to fix the scales just the tiniest bit. Life owes me that.''\n\nThe phone stayed silent.\n\n``Without proper nutrition and working out, I'm no longer the handsome bartender I'm being paid to be. I'll stop brining in all the business that my boss relies on.''\n\nI didn't need a message from a blackmailer to know how wrong I was.\n\n``The guys will stop looking at me. And the only good thing in my life is when someone looks at me like they'll want me. If I didn't have that, I'd have nothing.'' He had his body, was good at flirting, and he had a big dick. Those were his selling points. And with the chastity cage trapping his cock, it felt like a fundamental part of him was missing.\n\nVince reached between his legs and felt the plastic. He was horny and pent-up. Any normal night his dick would be throbbing between his legs, begging for some stimulation. But now it was trapped inside of its unyielding prison, taped away behind a diaper, unable to do anything about the warmth inside of him every time he clenched around the plug that was keeping his tailhole stretched.\n\nHis dick could only be used to pee, yet even that seemed beyond it when Vince needed it to. The blackmailer had probably intended Vince to feel small for wetting himself. Vince doubted that Parci could have predicted how small Vince would feel for staying dry. How little in control he felt over his own bladder.\n\n``There's something else that can help.''\n\nVince just wanted to sleep. ``What is it?''\n\n``Check your bedside table. Bottom drawer.''\n\nVince hadn't received it in the form of an order. But he still obeyed. He found a stuffed unicorn placed within, together with a pacifier that was far too big for any baby but looked about the right size for him. It made his cheeks flush.\n\n``They'll help to clear your mind and let go.''\n\nIt was ludicrous. But holding the pacifier in his hand, it didn't seem so difficult to put it in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the rubber and found the taste familiar, like a long-forgotten comfort from his youth. He started sucking. It made a soft but pleasant sound, and it felt more relaxing than he'd imagined.\n\nHe lay down on the bed, hugging the unicorn to his chest and sucking on the pacifier. He tried not to think of anything. No matter how much he tried, there were still images floating through his head. He thought of the muscular horse who'd fucked him, picturing him lying against Vince's back, arms holding Vince close like Vince was hugging the unicorn. He wanted to be held. He hadn't wanted to be held in years.\n\nHe could imagine that horse, or the dragon, or any of the other hot men he had been imagining having sex with him, not just holding Vince but looking at him like he was cute. Putting a finger on that pacifier between his lips to remind him it was there, and cooing gently. Vince had been forced to wear the diaper, but he was acting like a baby on recommendation. And it made his chest feel warm.\n\nHe had needed to be strong for so many years. Now he was being broken, piece by piece, to the point where he was lying in his bed in a baby's diaper. And he was still holding on. He had not shattered under the pressure. He was stronger than he knew. He could be vulnerable without it being used against him.\n\nHe could wet himself. And it wouldn't be the end of the world.\n\nHis body relaxed. And when the urge came to pee, he let go. He felt the relief as the pressure on his bladder dropped. He grimaced in anticipation of the gross feeling that would follow. Except that feeling didn't come. He just felt a warmth spreading around his crotch. When he had to pee on the toilet with his chastity belt, he had felt the urine dripping over his balls and leaving him feeling damp and tainted.\n\nBut the diaper absorbed the liquid easily. There was no cold air that made him feel the wetness. And there was no embarrassment of having to pee like half a man. There was plenty of embarrassment about peeing like a baby, but as soon as Vince got over that, this was just how it was supposed to be. A little colt wetting his diaper, so that Vince almost forgot the chastity was on under there.\n\nHe finished and he reached a hand down to the diaper, trying to see what it felt like. It was nice. Not as soft as before, but more like a dense pillow. Sleeping in it was mortifyingly embarrassing. But it wasn't uncomfortable.\n\nHe sucked on his pacifier, he hugged his plushie, and he closed his eyes. Going to sleep was the easiest it had been since the blackmail had started.\n\n~*~\n\nVince rubbed his eyes, his body waking up against his own will. He did this every morning, even when there was no alarm, waking up at the same time. He checked his phone for messages from the blackmailer, only to find it had none.\n\nAnd finding he had slept most of the day away.\n\nHe sat up straight, his bottom aching as the plug was suddenly moved around. It made him wince and that let the pacifier drop out of his mouth. Had he been sucking on that all night?\n\nHe had always been a light sleeper, and the chastity cage had only made that worse. He had been exhausted and clearly in need of sleep. But it felt wrong that the first time he had actually slept soundly since this whole ordeal began, was while doing the humiliating task for his blackmailer of acting like a toddler.\n\nHe stood up, feeling the crinkling diaper sag between his legs. It was a weight that hung comfortably no matter how much the offending garment was supposed to annoy him. He needed to get out of it and shower, but he wanted to shower after he took the plug out too and it was better to combine the two.\n\nHe blinked. He checked the time again. It had been 24 hours. More than 24 hours. The plug could actually come out. ``I'm going to take this off now.'' He said to the camera.\n\nHis phone didn't send him a message.\n\nHe checked the wording of the tasks once more, just to be sure. The plugs were on a time limit, and the task had been to sleep in the diaper. He was done sleeping now, so he could take it off.\n\nHe hesitated at the door to the bathroom. After each completed task, he had received confirmation. Whether it was in the form of simple acknowledgement or whether it was taunting. There hadn't ever been silence. It unnerved him. He wasn't completely sure what to do.\n\nHe eyed the toilet. He needed to pee again. And he didn't want to. It was always so uncomfortable feeling the warm liquid dribbling out of his cage and over his balls. But now he had another option. His diaper was already wet. It had indicators on it that showed off that fact. But he highly doubted the diaper would show the difference between it being wet or it being soaked.\n\nVince closed his eyes and let go. It was easier this time, and he felt a warmth spreading between his legs as the pressure on his bladder disappeared. It felt good. Really good. He hesitantly reached between his legs to feel the added weight, the new texture. When this was all over, he wanted to put someone in a diaper so he could see it as well as feel it.\n\nHis ass ached and it motivated him to continue. Even with the extra stalling, there was no new message. He had completed his tasks and he wouldn't keep punishing himself in his free time. If the blackmailer wanted anything else, he could make a new task of it.\n\nVince tore off the diaper and rolled it up into the garbage. The bathroom felt colder with nothing covering his damp crotch. He grabbed the plug and started pulling it out. As difficult as it had been for the previous sizes to come out, it was easy for this bigger one. His ass just refused to fully close right away, and he could feel a tiny trail of sperm running out of it. It was a thunderous relief to finally have the plug out, yet also... it felt like something was missing. Like the horse fucking him had created a void inside of him that had been temporarily filled by the plug. A missing piece that begged to be filled once more by a thrusting cock.\n\nHe stepped under the shower and tried to turn off his mind.\n\nBut all he could think about was the sounds he had made while being fucked, the warmth he had felt while forced to be diapered, and the throbbing of his cock inside of his cage every time he considered voluntarily playing with the plugs he had been forced to collect.\n\n~*~\n\nThe horse felt restless at home. He went to the grocery market to stock his fridge, and then ran a few more errands just to have something to pass the time. Nothing important, because he needed to be able to drop everything as soon as the next task was texted to him.\n\nInstead there was only silence.\n\n~*~\n\nThe bar was quiet as ever while they were setting up. This was easier for Vince, as he went down a large checklist of cleaning equipment and preparing stock. He had done it a hundred times before, which made it easy to shut off his head.\n\nAll day he'd been wondering about what would come next. The blackmailer had found a myriad of ways to humiliate him. Last night, he had been forced to let somebody fuck him, before going to bed in diapers. What was going to be next? Or was this simply it? The blackmailer had had their fun and now pissed off taking the chastity key with them? It didn't sound like the Parci he'd been talking to the night before.\n\nThe phone rang and Vince's boss picked it up.\n\nJust as Vince was worrying he would have to find a specialist to break the chastity cage off his dick, just in case, he felt his phone vibrate. It was relief and trepidation all at once.\n\nWhich only became worse when he saw the message.\n\n``Task 7: say yes.''\n\nWhat was the blackmailer talking about.\n\nHis boss hung up the phone and turned to him. ``Jason just called in sick. He said you wanted to fill in for him?'' He looked confused.\n\nVince's eyes widened, his breathing deepening. ``Y-yeah.''\n\n``You don't look eager. You need to be sure about this, considering you can't tell us if you want to stop halfway.''\n\n``Just didn't realise it'd be happening so soon when I talked to him.'' Vince lied, trying to wrap his head around what he was saying. What he would be expected to do. ``We were just talking about it a few weeks ago, but he never gets sick. H-how late do you need me to...'' He swallowed.\n\n``Finish setting up. Being down a bartender tonight is going to be trouble, though it'll be worth it with all the hype you'll create. Yeah, this'll work. I'll put up a post on social media and we'll make it a mystery thing so you'll make the switch two hours into your shift. Give you a bit more time to mentally prepare.''\n\n``Great. Thanks.''\n\nHis head was spinning. Over on the other side of the room was where Jason always entertained their clientele. Vince enjoyed watching every night, even as he always kept his distance. Jason was a nice guy, but Vince had always thought him a little crazy for volunteering for the same shift every night.\n\nThis night it would be Vince's turn.\n\nHe looked at the spanking bench and then quickly went back to cleaning. His head needed to be off.\n\n~*~\n\nVince snuck away from the bar when his boss gave the signal. He had to undress in the backroom. He could still back out. He could still get in his car and just drive until he ran out of gas, hoping he could escape faster than the police could chase him.\n\nIt didn't feel right. Not after he'd just told Parci that he would work through the tasks to earn the blackmailer's forgiveness. Then again, Vince really hadn't been prepared for a task as big as this.\n\nThe `activity' itself was one thing. A pretty huge thing, that Vince was dreading with every fibre of his body. But it was more too. It was letting all his coworkers see he was wearing chastity. It was letting every patron in the bar see he was wearing chastity. It was, most probably, having his naked, chaste, abused body posted all over social media for the whole world to see.\n\nEach task had asked him to give up more of his pride and create more of a rumour that he had a submissive side. This task was the blackmailer taking a sledgehammer to every bit of reputation that Vince had built up. Nobody would ever take him seriously as a top again. It was going to hurt emotionally.\n\nAnd it was going to fucking hurt, physically.\n\nHis coworker was eyeing him.\n\n``You're really going for it?'' Jack asked.\n\n``I've been in an adventurous mood.'' Vince tried to sound convincing.\n\n``I'd say. Had never figured you as a glutton for punishment.''\n\nTaking his time, Vince took off his clothes and put them in his locker. He slipped off his underwear too and then turned defiantly to Jack, as if daring him to say something.\n\nThe panther just grinned. ``You're full of surprises today. You actually got a chastity cage for the occasion? The crowd'll go wild for that.''\n\nVince swallowed. ``What do I do next?''\n\nJack helped Vince get onto the spanking bench, and then fastened the straps around his limbs. And then came the final piece of equipment, which Vince had been most dreading.\n\n``Don't give me that look. I cleaned it thoroughly.'' The panther said, before offering up the ball gag.\n\nVince took it in his mouth and felt the strap tightened around his head. That was it. From here on out, he would be forced to take it until it was his break time. There was no safe word to stop the session. There had been one in the past, but it'd been discontinued after a previous employee tried to use it, only for the bar to be so busy that none of their colleagues noticed it for two hours. The boss couldn't guarantee that the safe word would work, so felt it better to get rid of it completely, even if that meant nobody would volunteer for the shift again. Of course, then they'd found Jason, who frequently brought in his own spanking implements because the regular ones in the bar didn't hurt enough.\n\nTonight, Vince had to be like Jason. Vince had his eyes closed as Jack rolled him out onto the floor, but he could hear all the men lying in wait, their heavy breathing betraying their lust.\n\n``And here's our special surprise for you tonight!'' Vince's boss spoke from somewhere near. ``You know him as the charismatic horse who serves you drinks. This time he'll be ready to receive whatever punishment you're serving him!''\n\nVince's breathing was deep in anticipation. The bench stopped moving and immediately someone took place behind him. He could feel a strong wolf hand moving over his exposed bottom, caressing him and exploring. A gently digit felt the steel ring around his balls, discovering the chastity belt.\n\nThere was whispering, too soft to hear.\n\nAnd then the loud sound of the wolf's paw slapping against his ass. It made Vince open his eyes in shock. He tried to look back, but his restraints only let him see the men in front of him. Their lustful gaze fixed on his body. He could not see the second strike coming, but he could feel and hear it when it did.\n\nIt stinged already. He was not used to anything, and he hadn't been sure what to expect. But he had not been expecting a pain that lingered and teased him. He thought it would be like the aching of muscles after a fight. But this was more like sex; the pain of being penetrated mixed with the pleasure of being fucked.\n\nEach time those strong wolf fingers came down on his bottom, the pain and sting shot through him in a way that was warming him from deep inside. His cock was straining in his chastity cage, like it was accepting the stinging as a substitute for stroking, like any stimulation was better than nothing with how long it had been locked away.\n\nHe had never understood subs who begged to be spanked. But now he could get it. Now he got how addicting it would be. Those strong wolf hands worshipping and punishing his body, all attention on the horse's ass. The spanking was going harder and faster, making the hurtful sting slowly become a constant burning. And the contrast was heaven every time the wolf paused to gently caress Vince instead.\n\nVince didn't even care how much of a sub that made him. It would be two hours of this before he would get a break, and he could only hope he could hold onto this feeling that whole time.\n\n``Let me try.'' There was a voice. Was that Bill?\n\nA quick swipe through the air was the only warning before Vince felt a pain unlike the spanking of before. It was a horse whip. And it was being used with deadly accuracy. It landed on his skin again and again, and Vince couldn't help but groan out in pain after each hit.\n\n``Stop.'' Another customer said. ``He doesn't sound like he's enjoying this.''\n\nSomeone else came into view. It was Lenny. ``Yeah, he doesn't look like any other sub I've seen here before.'' He got close and looked Vince in the eyes. ``Are you sure you're enjoying this?''\n\nVince needed a moment to find himself, to think about anything other than the burning on the ass that was on display for all of them to abuse. He couldn't make this stop. He had to see it through. So he nodded. \n\n``Really sure?'' Lenny asked. He had a paddle in his hand. ``Because I'm hoping to get my turn here, but only if you want it. Do you want me to turn your ass blue?''\n\nVince nodded again, hoping Lenny wouldn't see the fear in the horse's eyes.\n\n``You heard the man.'' The lynx grinned, disappearing behind Vince. \n\nAnd then he felt the paddle. It was beyond anything a dom like Vince could take. And yet he was forced to pretend the groan forced from his lips was a moan of pleasure. He had only been there for a few minutes and he needed to survive for two hours. That wasn't going to be possible if he stayed the dom that had been blackmailed into being punished.\n\nHe needed to do something. He needed to fix his mind. He needed all of them to think he wanted this. That he had begged his boss to do get to do this, because he wanted nothing more than to feel intense pain without limit for an evening. Except, he had heard Jason talking about why he volunteered every night. It wasn't all about the pain. It was the rush of submitting completely to someone else. Of having them control what you were feeling. He had just been thinking that having them abusing his ass wasn't that different from them fucking him. In both ways they were in control and decided.\n\nVince knew what it was like to be fucked harder than he could handle. This was just like that. More pain than he could handle, but he needed to be the slut that wanted it anyway.\n\nHe tried to be the kind of person who would enjoy this. He moaned when he felt pain, he whined when they stopped. He told himself that he had earned this punishment and that it would all be worth it in the end. Even when he became so sensitive that even the gentle playful swats made his entire body shudder.\n\nHe leaned into how they were treating him. Some put their paws on his back and told him he was taking it like a good boy. Others called him a naughty colt who needed to take his lessons. Time melted away as he was caught between the constant cycle of pleasurable fondling and uncompromising pain.\n\nHe didn't even hear it when his coworker declared it was time for a break, just felt the bench rolling into the backroom. The gag was removed and his mouth stayed open and drooling, unable to speak. His muscles were weak as he was released and helped to stand.\n\nJack handed him some water. ``You know, there's no shame in quitting. Usually the bench slut takes a half-shift the first few times.''\n\nVince wanted to. But he couldn't. ``I-I want to see this through. It's been surprisingly fun.'' He tried to sound like he meant it.\n\n``You're a braver man than me.'' The panther gave Vince a large blanket to cover himself and then handed over Vince's phone. ``We'll make sure you have some privacy to compose yourself and I'll be back in 30 minutes.''\n\nVince took a long sip of water, and then sat down. He immediately shot up again, tears in his eyes from the pressure on his red ass. Right. He would be standing for this break.\n\nThe door opened again.\n\n``I told you, I...''\n\nIt wasn't the panther coming back. There were three people. Bill, Lenny and someone else. A chameleon took the centre that looked strangely familiar. The chameleon made a show of taking out his phone and pressing a button on it.\n\nVince's phone vibrated. His heart sank. Because he somehow already knew. He checked the screen to confirm his suspicions and it was from the blackmailer.\n\n``Hi.''\n\nVince had been mistaken from the start. Bill was strong enough to be the kidnapper, but not smart or wealthy enough. Lenny had access to discounted sex toys, but wasn't strong or smart. Vince's mistake had been to think there was a single blackmailer. But it was all tied together if the chameleon, Ned, had helped them. Ned, with his witty remarks and that smart brain that had impressed Vince so thoroughly.\n\n``You did this.'' Vince said.\n\n``We thought we'd enjoy this task in person.'' Ned said, his expression inscrutable.\n\nThe horse raised himself up and gathered all the fight still left in him. ``Give me one good reason I don't beat you up right here and now.''\n\n``Think you can?'' Bill said, the bull stepping forward threateningly.''\n\n``You're not that stupid.'' Ned said. ``All the incriminating files go out to the police unless we're there to stop the transfer one hour from now.''\n\nVince frowned, his body deflating. For a moment he had felt free of the pressure that had been put on him, but it was false hope. He was as trapped as he had been from the start. ``I'm still busy with the last task you gave me.''\n\n``You're on a break.'' Lenny said, carrying the same smirk he'd had while carrying a paddle in his hands. ``Which means we're on a time limit too. Get back on that spanking bench.''\n\nVince eyed it. He had spent two hours on it having his ass turned red and blue. And after this break, he had another two hours to go. Were they going to add another punishment before that? He wasn't sure he could take that.\n\n``Task 7 is about saying yes.'' Ned said. ``You said it to your boss and now you'll say it to us. Get on that bench and take our cocks.''\n\nVince's eyes widened. It wasn't what he had feared, but in a way it was worse. He saw all three men staring at him. He had fucked all three of them using manipulation and coercion, and now they were going to return the favour. He had no choice. He did as he was told.\n\nNed grabbed the blanket from him and Lenny strapped him down.\n\nSo when he felt the pressure on his ass, he knew it was Bill who was pushing in. The bull wasted no time going slow, and Vince was unable to control the sounds coming from his mouth. His ass was sore from taking its first cock only one night before, from the thick plug he had been forced to wear until only hours previously, and tender as all hell from two hours of beatings. He felt pain and discomfort, and that unexplainable unwanted pleasure that no top should feel from being used.\n\nAnd Bill was not gentle. He forced himself in and started a strong rough rhythm. The bench was at the perfect height for the bull to access Vince's tailhole, and Bill's physique made him an extremely competent breeder. The feeling of being fucked overtook every sensation in Vince's body, his head incapable of even a single thought.\n\n``Look how much the guy's leaking.'' Lenny laughed.\n\nVince felt the lynx's finger tapping at his cage, and the coldness as his trail of pre suddenly swung against his leg, dripping down from there.\n\n``We was never a real man.'' Bill said between grunting thrusts. ``He tricked us into thinking he was, but he was nothing more than a mare that needed to be shown her place.''\n\nVince whined between his moans, wishing he had anything to say to that. But he was trapped, body and soul, in the machinations of these blackmailers who had ground every shred of dignity he had into the dirt.\n\nBill's grunting grew louder and Vince could feel him hilting and leaving slick seed inside of him. His cheeks burned and he wanted the Bull to pull out, even as his prostate screamed for that Bull to stay right where he was for a few moments longer, like Vince might come right through the cage.\n\nBut Bill retreated and Vince suddenly felt very empty. \n\n``My turn.'' Lenny said happily, slipping between Vince's legs.\n\nVince shook his head, groaning as Lenny entered. It was too much. The rhythm was starting up again and his ass screamed. ``Stop this, please.'' He cried. ``I can't take it.''\n\nNed took a hold of his chin and raised his head to make eye contact. ``You've taken everything so far. You can take this.''\n\nVince whined and soon his breath was stolen from him again as another big cock reached depths inside of him he hadn't known could be touched. He had no choice but to endure until the pleasure started to mix again with all the pain. That treacherous pleasure that made Vince think everything else was worth it.\n\n``That's a good colt.'' Ned said, his hands becoming more gentle. He was petting Vince on the top of the head, calming and soothing.\n\nAnd it was the only soothing thing about this. The lynx was fucking Vince as if he were a fleshlight, no concern at all when he hilted at the end of every thrust and agitated Vince's blazing cheeks. It was cruel and Vince hated it. He definitely hated how much it made him moan. Lenny didn't need long to come, adding his seed to Bill's. When he pulled out, Vince thought he might pass out.\n\nNed didn't move away immediately. And when he did, it was slow, keeping one hand on Vince's body as it trailed down the horse's neck, down his shoulders and lower back, evading the sensitive cheeks to rest on Vince's strong thighs. ``I'd give you some time if we had any. It's just one more. You can do this.''\n\nVince felt the chameleon's cock, sliding in without hesitation. And Ned had been right. It was hard and Vince almost blacked out from the intensity of a third cock in thirty minutes invading him. A third cock passing through the ring to go into his bowels, and then creating more room in him than was thought possible. And a third cock that had him whimpering and dribbling by the end, drooling and voice hoarse from moans that were forced out of him with every thrust.\n\nHe felt the hilting again and another load of warm cum left inside him, though Ned kept half an inch between his abused cheeks and the chameleon's hips.\n\n``Just in time. Someone's coming.'' Bill said.\n\nNed pulled out quickly and hastily dressed. They were heading for a different door than the one Vince's coworker would come out of.\n\n``Finish your shift.'' Lenny said joyfully as he slipped away. ``And don't get cleaned up!''\n\nThe panther walked in just as the others left. And he paused at the sight of Vince tied up to the bench already, quickly finding a smirk. ``You weren't kidding when you said you liked this. You know you're not supposed to let people in backstage.''\n\nVince struggled to speak. ``Y-yeah. It just got me so...'' Vince tried to find the word.\n\n``I know what you mean. Want me to let you out so you can wipe yourself off?''\n\nVince wanted nothing more. ``I'm fine like this.''\n\n``Wait, you're sure? I can see you leaking from your hole and your cage. It's going to drive the crowd wild.''\n\nVince's heart skipped a beat. He would hate that. ``That's what I'm hoping for.''\n\n``Okay then.'' Jack shook his head. ``I never would've figured you'd be into all this.''\n\nVince swallowed. He took the gag between his teeth again, and was then wheeled out. His mind was whirling with what he now knew. He had not one face for his blackmailer, but three. Had the plan changed to obey them just because he knew who they were? He still didn't have any power here. The only thing that had really changed was that Vince now knew whom he was atoning to.\n\nHe came into view of the bar. The sounds were louder now, and it seemed like more people gathered. There was no delay between the bench stopping and the first hand coming down on his ass.\n\n``I want to punish that slut next!''\n\nVince hoped he would survive.\n\n~*~\n\nThe horse was one of the last ones in the club again. After his shift on the spanking bench had ended, he took a long shower to get everything off him. Putting on his underwear was uncomfortable, and it took him close to an hour before he dared put his jeans on. He could not sit down. He could not even walk home without waiting for the worst pain to subside.\n\nHis mind kept coming back to his three crimes. He remembered the high of feeling in control as he'd made Lenny take the toys from his shop up his ass one by one, implying that he needed the practice if he didn't want Vince's cock to hurt. He remembered tempting Bill into drink after drink to increase his courage as a bottom, delighting in the health-buff drinking alcohol. And he remembered how good it had felt to outsmart Ned, the arrogant lizard who spoke elegantly yet had still fallen in Vince's trap.\n\nVince understood why they'd want to get back at him, but he was furious at them for overreacting. Because Vince had given them a private single humiliation, while they had shamed the horse publicly and repeatedly. Vince had been stripped of all control...\n\nJust like Vince had stripped them of control. Vince had pressured them into behaving exactly like he wanted. And he had done it to them first without ever pausing to think about how much harm he was causing.\n\nVince hated them. But mostly he hated how much this felt like a fitting punishment. How four hours of having his ass beaten had only chipped away at the guilt and remorse that had built up inside of him.\n\nIt was impossible to be put through such an ordeal and not be changed. Vince would never cheat at the measuring game again, if he even wanted to play it. He was going to find a better way to make his rent than steal from his boss. And he... he was going to explore all these feelings of being a bottom, because clearly Vince wasn't as decidedly a top as he had always thought he was.\n\nHe really wondered what it was like to be fucked without a chastity cage constricting his erection.\n\nHe didn't speak much to his coworkers as he made himself useful around the bar. He stayed out of sight of the customers and busied himself cleaning. He would leave when he could walk without feeling his ass protesting every step, and when there were no customers to see him leave. It they saw him, they would yell things at him that Vince had no answer for.\n\nWhen he was finally on his way home, his phone buzzed.\n\nVince almost didn't look at it. He paused in the street, taking a few deep breaths. Nothing had changed for knowing their faces. He still needed to see this through.\n\nYet it wasn't a task on the phone. It was just an address. Vince searched for it and found it a few blocks away in the middle of some residential area.\n\n``Hurry.''\n\nVince tried to imagine what they'd want of him now.\n\n``Please.''\n\nVince blinked, and then he started walking as fast as his legs would carry him, ignoring the way his stinging ass was agitated by the haste. Something felt wrong, even if he didn't know what it was.\n\nIt was a small home, with shouting coming from behind the door. It sounded like all manner of things were being tossed around. The door was unlocked and only a few steps in it was clear all the sounds were coming from the living room.\n\nBill was holding Ned in place and Lenny was trying to get a black box from Ned's hands. Ned was thrashing his whole body in every which way to keep that from happening. They were knocking over furniture and knocking into each other. \n\n``Just give it here! It's time!'' Lenny shouted.\n\n``No! He did what we told him! The whole point was to put him in a cruel but fair situation he couldn?t cheat his way out of! He's doing as he's told!\"\n\n\"No, the whole point was to get revenge on him!\" Bill shouted in return. ``To hurt and humiliate him!''\n\n``And to get him arrested!'' Lenny added.\n\nVince wasn't sure exactly what was happening. But he had a clear feeling what side of the fight he should be on. He ran in and tackled Lenny away from the fight.\n\nHe hoped that was the right choice.\n\n[b]To be continued[/b]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Measure of a Man

Chapter 4: The Truth about yourself

Vince was the last one at the bar. He didn't often lock up, but this was a night where he didn't want his shift to be over. If his shift ended, then there was nothing more to distract him. Then he was just the top that had allowed himself to be fucked by a random horse because his blackmailer told him to.

So he let his coworkers off the hook while pasting a false smile on his face. He took over their cleaning jobs and offered to clear out their sections. He was trading off the quick jobs for the ones that lasted longer, with the added benefit of trading for jobs where he could stay standing. Because not only was there a man's seed buried deep inside of his body, he was also plugged to keep it inside of him.

He had never been fucked before. He had never even played around with anal. And now he was approaching hour 12 of having his ass stretched and filled.

When he was finally finished working, he had to go home. And exactly as he had dreaded, the thoughts started filling his head. He had been fucked relentlessly while he had been forced to sell the act by begging for more. It had been horrible. Especially because he wasn't sure how much of that begging had been an act. He had been forced to ignore his own boundaries, been forced to endure a cock that was too big, without any of the time a body needed to work up to it. And part of him had enjoyed it all anyway.

He hated how confused he felt as he walked home. Was this what he had done to the blackmailer? Had Vince fucked him and then sent him off to walk home feeling confused and cheated? It wasn't always like this. Vince had started out being kind to the people he tricked. The first few times, he had talked with them after cumming and had even taken the time to make sure they got off too. But over time Vince had become meaner, had started enjoying how much power he felt tricking tops to be his mare for a night, until his own sense of superiority was all that mattered.

He had stopped considering the feelings of his victims. When had he become such a selfish bastard?

His apartment was dark and Vince didn't bother turning on any of the lights as he made his way to the bedroom. The red dot from the cameras was enough to keep him from bumping into anything once his eyes had adjusted. He didn't want to shower when he couldn't remove the plug. He didn't want to do anything but sleep and finally leave the day behind him.

He flopped onto the bed and heard something soft fall to the ground. He turned on the lamp on his bedside table.

And he was confused at what he saw lying on the ground. It was a white rectangle with thin yellow stripes. It looked plastic, but not solid enough to be anything he recognised. It wasn't something he owned, which meant someone else had put it on his bed expecting him to see it when he walked in.

He didn't know what it was, but it couldn't be anything good.

As expected, he felt his phone vibrate. ``Task 6: Put that on. You're not sleeping until it's wet.''

He didn't understand. It didn't make sense. He grabbed the plastic from the ground and it was light and crinkly. He turned it around and saw that it was folded onto itself. It was...

It was a fucking diaper.

His task was to wear a diaper and wet himself as if he was a little colt. First the blackmailer had taken his pride as a top, and now they were going after whatever pride as a man remained.

He stared at the offensive item in his hand as if reality would change and the obvious conclusion could be overturned by sheer stubbornness. He was expecting another threat to hurry up, but his phone was strangely silent.

He swallowed. His ass felt sore from being fucked by a horse's cock and being stretched by plugs he had no practice with. He had done those things, because there was no other choice but to obey. The alternative was a jail sentence for theft. Vince had already come so far. This was just one more humiliation. He could do it.

It was easy compared to the other tasks. This one just made him humiliate himself in private.

He undressed himself and sat down on the bed again. He unfolded the diaper and stared at it. It wasn't symmetrical so there clearly was supposed to be a front and a back, but he couldn't figure out which was which.

His phone buzzed and Vince grit his teeth. He'd thought he was being allowed the time he needed. He was genuinely working on it. The blackmailer couldn't be patient?

Except there was no actual text being sent. Just a link. Vince clicked it and it loaded up a porn site, where a white horse stood naked on the screen with a fake horn on his forehead. The unicorn was holding a diaper in his hand. The video's title was `how to change into a diaper' and the main actor was enthusiastic about it, saying how much he loved his diapers between every instruction.

It was completely silly, yet there was something about that unicorn's transformation that made Vince breathe through his mouth. The unicorn in the video started semi-hard, but got fully erect as he rubbed baby powder onto his crotch. He didn't have a very large dick, so when he closed the diaper that erection completely disappeared and there was just a bulge showing his excessive excitement. The unicorn rubbed the bump and sounded more delighted than most subs did getting fucked.

Vince had seen some gay guys in diapers before on some nights at the bar. He had never seen the appeal. But Vince had also never been this pent-up. It had been too long since had fucked someone. He wanted to rub that unicorn's diaper and make him moan out Vince's name. He wanted to fuck the handsome unicorn and see if that would make the unicorn moan louder than rubbing his diaper ever could. Or perhaps fucking him while he was still wearing that diaper? What kind of lovely sounds would he make then? Would he call Vince `daddy'?

And because the chastity device kept messing with his head, it was far too easy to slip up and imagine himself getting ordered around by someone he eagerly called his daddy.

Vince looked at the camera. ``You don't need me to act like that horse, right?''

The phone didn't buzz to taunt him. It remained silent. The task was to put the diaper on. And that was doable. He didn't need to humiliate himself even further by acting like he was doing any of this voluntarily. Vince got to work.

He rubbed the diaper onto itself to remove the factory folds, per the unicorn's advice, and then put it down on the bed for him to lie on. This time he knew how to orient it. It took some positioning and making sure his tail wasn't in the way, but then he was lying on top of a diaper, ready to tape it up.

He paused, trapped in confusion. The outside of the diaper had been cold and plastic like a shopping bag. But the inside was soft like expensive underwear. He was used to wearing second-hand clothing that chafed against his skin. He had imagined a diaper having to be at least worse than what he normally wore.

This would be so much easier if he hated it.

He got a hold of himself and closed the diaper over his chastity cage, wiggling it to settle it into place and then applying the tapes as tightly as he could. It needed to hold up for a full night and he needed it to not leak after he wet it. Somehow, he didn't think his blackmailer would allow him out early just because he'd done a bad job of taping up.

Now he just needed to pee.

His bladder was full enough. He didn't like peeing at his work while he was locked. That is why he avoided drinking too much. Yet no matter how much he tried, his body wouldn't cooperate.

The phone buzzed and Vince's first reaction was dread again. Except last time he had been given a video instead of a scolding. So he checked it. ``It's harder if you try to force it. It's best to drink some water and relax.''

Right. The blackmailer wanted to see him in a wet diaper and this wasn't something made easier with threats. In a strange way, their interests were aligned. Still, it didn't feel right to take advice from the person tormenting him, especially to complete a task set by them.

Vince thought he could just overcome his mental block with time, so he kept trying. When five minutes later he was tired from straining his belly without results, he walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. Or rather, he waddled. He couldn't fully get his legs together with the bulk between them, which made it hard to walk normally. The diaper also gave a crinkly noise with every step he took which made his cheeks warm.

He drank the full glass of water. And then another. And then he took a third glass with him back to the bed. The next piece of advice was to relax, like he wasn't plugged and caged and diapered. ``Easier said than done.'' Vince muttered.

The phone buzzed, as if the blackmailer had heard him. There were probably microphones set up. ``Don't think about what you have to do. Think pleasant thoughts. What's your favourite memory?''

Vince shrugged. A week earlier he would have said the measuring game, but the blackmailer had ruined it for him. His sports accomplishments were all tainted by what his parents had done. He would have to dig deep and he didn't really have the energy for that. ``Winning the state track run.''

``What was that like?''

Vince started talking about High School. It wasn't really a good time, but there were pleasant memories buried in all the shit and talking like this he could pretend it had all been good. And it wasn't something he often got to talk about to anyone.

He could talk about how free he felt when he was running, wind in his mane, excelling at something his body was made to do. He had to pretend for everyone that it was easy, but it was not. It was gruelling practice every day, keeping to a strict diet, and cramming enough study sessions between physical training to get the passing grades he needed to stay on the team. But all that hard work had paid off when he beat all the other teenagers in the state for his golden medal. That medal had guaranteed him a scholarship for a college of his choosing.

``Why didn't you go?''

Vince took a few steadying breaths. ``I thought you were trying to help me relax.''

The phone didn't respond.

``I came out to my parents. They didn't take it well.'' Vince's entire future had changed that night. The golden medal was still in his old bedroom, if his parents hadn't thrown it away by now. Vince hadn't been given a chance to go back for it. The only thing he had taken with him that night was a bloody nose and a black eye. ``Being a bartender isn't so bad.''

``Plenty of hot men at least.''

Vince couldn't help but chuckle, eager to take the distraction. ``Which was a bigger plus when I actually had access to my dick.''

``You'll get that access back if you behave. Or would you rather be sleeping on a prison bed tonight?''

``No.'' Vince admitted. ``Though I sometimes think prison would've been simpler, even if I don't deserve it.''

``You stole from your boss.''

``He underpays me.'' Vince immediately said. ``And you already said that's not why you're mad at me.''

``No. My reasons are more personal.''

``Why are you doing all this to me? Who are you?''

The phone took a long time to answer. ``I'm Parci, your destiny. I deliver karmic justice. I'm treating you the way you deserve, and giving you a chance to redeem yourself.''

``So because I hurt you with the measuring game, you want to hurt me back.''

``I want to hurt a lot of people. But I don't blackmail all of them. You're being put through this not only because I want to hurt you, but because you objectively deserve getting hurt.''

``I never meant...'' Vince took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He'd never figured out which one of his victims was the blackmailer, but he knew the blackmailer was one of them. ``It was supposed to be fun for both of us. At first, I thought I was giving the men I tricked a unique experience. And then I stopped thinking about it because it felt good to me and I wanted to keep doing it. I'm sorry.''

``Being sorry won't get you out of your tasks.''

``I know it's not enough. But I'm sorry anyway. I don't know who you are. With how many guys I screwed over, I guess I'm lucky only one of my victims is getting revenge. I'm doing your ten tasks. It's hard and I hate you, but I'm doing them. Is completing them really going to make you forgive me?''

The phone took a long time to answer again. ``I deliver karmic justic. If you pay for your mistakes, then I'll forgive you. I'll keep my word. The evidence I have will be destroyed, you'll get the key to your cage and you'll never hear from me again.''

Vince had found that so hard to believe at first. He had been so scared to go to prison. But somehow he believed it now. If one of his victims wanted to get even, they could've chosen violence instead of all this orchestrated revenge. Vince had been humiliated in front of strangers, gym buddies and colleagues. But there was a light at the end of the tunnel. There was hope that Parci would keep his word and that everything would go back to normal in the end.

Vince ran his hand over the diaper. It was still comfortable. It had a subtle scent to it that reminded him of a time long ago, before everything had gone wrong. Before he'd become a player of mind games and a loser bartender. Before he'd become a thief.

``I only steal to pay my rent.'' Vince said. ``That's always been true. I try to make it through the month and only if I'm short do I take money from the register.''

``Why don't you manage your money better, so you don't need to steal?''

``My life was never supposed to go this way.'' Vince said. He swallowed. ``I was supposed to go to college. My dad had a job already lined up for me with my uncle. I was supposed to be educated, and I was supposed to earn the big bucks. I can't stand this life here. I don't spend money in excess. I just live in this apartment, eat fresh meals and go to the gym. I was supposed to have so much more than that, yet this minimal standard of living is already pushing against the limits of my salary. Life's unfair, and stealing a little bit of money is me trying to fix the scales just the tiniest bit. Life owes me that.''

The phone stayed silent.

``Without proper nutrition and working out, I'm no longer the handsome bartender I'm being paid to be. I'll stop brining in all the business that my boss relies on.''

I didn't need a message from a blackmailer to know how wrong I was.

``The guys will stop looking at me. And the only good thing in my life is when someone looks at me like they'll want me. If I didn't have that, I'd have nothing.'' He had his body, was good at flirting, and he had a big dick. Those were his selling points. And with the chastity cage trapping his cock, it felt like a fundamental part of him was missing.

Vince reached between his legs and felt the plastic. He was horny and pent-up. Any normal night his dick would be throbbing between his legs, begging for some stimulation. But now it was trapped inside of its unyielding prison, taped away behind a diaper, unable to do anything about the warmth inside of him every time he clenched around the plug that was keeping his tailhole stretched.

His dick could only be used to pee, yet even that seemed beyond it when Vince needed it to. The blackmailer had probably intended Vince to feel small for wetting himself. Vince doubted that Parci could have predicted how small Vince would feel for staying dry. How little in control he felt over his own bladder.

``There's something else that can help.''

Vince just wanted to sleep. ``What is it?''

``Check your bedside table. Bottom drawer.''

Vince hadn't received it in the form of an order. But he still obeyed. He found a stuffed unicorn placed within, together with a pacifier that was far too big for any baby but looked about the right size for him. It made his cheeks flush.

``They'll help to clear your mind and let go.''

It was ludicrous. But holding the pacifier in his hand, it didn't seem so difficult to put it in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the rubber and found the taste familiar, like a long-forgotten comfort from his youth. He started sucking. It made a soft but pleasant sound, and it felt more relaxing than he'd imagined.

He lay down on the bed, hugging the unicorn to his chest and sucking on the pacifier. He tried not to think of anything. No matter how much he tried, there were still images floating through his head. He thought of the muscular horse who'd fucked him, picturing him lying against Vince's back, arms holding Vince close like Vince was hugging the unicorn. He wanted to be held. He hadn't wanted to be held in years.

He could imagine that horse, or the dragon, or any of the other hot men he had been imagining having sex with him, not just holding Vince but looking at him like he was cute. Putting a finger on that pacifier between his lips to remind him it was there, and cooing gently. Vince had been forced to wear the diaper, but he was acting like a baby on recommendation. And it made his chest feel warm.

He had needed to be strong for so many years. Now he was being broken, piece by piece, to the point where he was lying in his bed in a baby's diaper. And he was still holding on. He had not shattered under the pressure. He was stronger than he knew. He could be vulnerable without it being used against him.

He could wet himself. And it wouldn't be the end of the world.

His body relaxed. And when the urge came to pee, he let go. He felt the relief as the pressure on his bladder dropped. He grimaced in anticipation of the gross feeling that would follow. Except that feeling didn't come. He just felt a warmth spreading around his crotch. When he had to pee on the toilet with his chastity belt, he had felt the urine dripping over his balls and leaving him feeling damp and tainted.

But the diaper absorbed the liquid easily. There was no cold air that made him feel the wetness. And there was no embarrassment of having to pee like half a man. There was plenty of embarrassment about peeing like a baby, but as soon as Vince got over that, this was just how it was supposed to be. A little colt wetting his diaper, so that Vince almost forgot the chastity was on under there.

He finished and he reached a hand down to the diaper, trying to see what it felt like. It was nice. Not as soft as before, but more like a dense pillow. Sleeping in it was mortifyingly embarrassing. But it wasn't uncomfortable.

He sucked on his pacifier, he hugged his plushie, and he closed his eyes. Going to sleep was the easiest it had been since the blackmail had started.

~*~

Vince rubbed his eyes, his body waking up against his own will. He did this every morning, even when there was no alarm, waking up at the same time. He checked his phone for messages from the blackmailer, only to find it had none.

And finding he had slept most of the day away.

He sat up straight, his bottom aching as the plug was suddenly moved around. It made him wince and that let the pacifier drop out of his mouth. Had he been sucking on that all night?

He had always been a light sleeper, and the chastity cage had only made that worse. He had been exhausted and clearly in need of sleep. But it felt wrong that the first time he had actually slept soundly since this whole ordeal began, was while doing the humiliating task for his blackmailer of acting like a toddler.

He stood up, feeling the crinkling diaper sag between his legs. It was a weight that hung comfortably no matter how much the offending garment was supposed to annoy him. He needed to get out of it and shower, but he wanted to shower after he took the plug out too and it was better to combine the two.

He blinked. He checked the time again. It had been 24 hours. More than 24 hours. The plug could actually come out. ``I'm going to take this off now.'' He said to the camera.

His phone didn't send him a message.

He checked the wording of the tasks once more, just to be sure. The plugs were on a time limit, and the task had been to sleep in the diaper. He was done sleeping now, so he could take it off.

He hesitated at the door to the bathroom. After each completed task, he had received confirmation. Whether it was in the form of simple acknowledgement or whether it was taunting. There hadn't ever been silence. It unnerved him. He wasn't completely sure what to do.

He eyed the toilet. He needed to pee again. And he didn't want to. It was always so uncomfortable feeling the warm liquid dribbling out of his cage and over his balls. But now he had another option. His diaper was already wet. It had indicators on it that showed off that fact. But he highly doubted the diaper would show the difference between it being wet or it being soaked.

Vince closed his eyes and let go. It was easier this time, and he felt a warmth spreading between his legs as the pressure on his bladder disappeared. It felt good. Really good. He hesitantly reached between his legs to feel the added weight, the new texture. When this was all over, he wanted to put someone in a diaper so he could see it as well as feel it.

His ass ached and it motivated him to continue. Even with the extra stalling, there was no new message. He had completed his tasks and he wouldn't keep punishing himself in his free time. If the blackmailer wanted anything else, he could make a new task of it.

Vince tore off the diaper and rolled it up into the garbage. The bathroom felt colder with nothing covering his damp crotch. He grabbed the plug and started pulling it out. As difficult as it had been for the previous sizes to come out, it was easy for this bigger one. His ass just refused to fully close right away, and he could feel a tiny trail of sperm running out of it. It was a thunderous relief to finally have the plug out, yet also... it felt like something was missing. Like the horse fucking him had created a void inside of him that had been temporarily filled by the plug. A missing piece that begged to be filled once more by a thrusting cock.

He stepped under the shower and tried to turn off his mind.

But all he could think about was the sounds he had made while being fucked, the warmth he had felt while forced to be diapered, and the throbbing of his cock inside of his cage every time he considered voluntarily playing with the plugs he had been forced to collect.

~*~

The horse felt restless at home. He went to the grocery market to stock his fridge, and then ran a few more errands just to have something to pass the time. Nothing important, because he needed to be able to drop everything as soon as the next task was texted to him.

Instead there was only silence.

~*~

The bar was quiet as ever while they were setting up. This was easier for Vince, as he went down a large checklist of cleaning equipment and preparing stock. He had done it a hundred times before, which made it easy to shut off his head.

All day he'd been wondering about what would come next. The blackmailer had found a myriad of ways to humiliate him. Last night, he had been forced to let somebody fuck him, before going to bed in diapers. What was going to be next? Or was this simply it? The blackmailer had had their fun and now pissed off taking the chastity key with them? It didn't sound like the Parci he'd been talking to the night before.

The phone rang and Vince's boss picked it up.

Just as Vince was worrying he would have to find a specialist to break the chastity cage off his dick, just in case, he felt his phone vibrate. It was relief and trepidation all at once.

Which only became worse when he saw the message.

``Task 7: say yes.''

What was the blackmailer talking about.

His boss hung up the phone and turned to him. ``Jason just called in sick. He said you wanted to fill in for him?'' He looked confused.

Vince's eyes widened, his breathing deepening. ``Y-yeah.''

``You don't look eager. You need to be sure about this, considering you can't tell us if you want to stop halfway.''

``Just didn't realise it'd be happening so soon when I talked to him.'' Vince lied, trying to wrap his head around what he was saying. What he would be expected to do. ``We were just talking about it a few weeks ago, but he never gets sick. H-how late do you need me to...'' He swallowed.

``Finish setting up. Being down a bartender tonight is going to be trouble, though it'll be worth it with all the hype you'll create. Yeah, this'll work. I'll put up a post on social media and we'll make it a mystery thing so you'll make the switch two hours into your shift. Give you a bit more time to mentally prepare.''

``Great. Thanks.''

His head was spinning. Over on the other side of the room was where Jason always entertained their clientele. Vince enjoyed watching every night, even as he always kept his distance. Jason was a nice guy, but Vince had always thought him a little crazy for volunteering for the same shift every night.

This night it would be Vince's turn.

He looked at the spanking bench and then quickly went back to cleaning. His head needed to be off.

~*~

Vince snuck away from the bar when his boss gave the signal. He had to undress in the backroom. He could still back out. He could still get in his car and just drive until he ran out of gas, hoping he could escape faster than the police could chase him.

It didn't feel right. Not after he'd just told Parci that he would work through the tasks to earn the blackmailer's forgiveness. Then again, Vince really hadn't been prepared for a task as big as this.

The `activity' itself was one thing. A pretty huge thing, that Vince was dreading with every fibre of his body. But it was more too. It was letting all his coworkers see he was wearing chastity. It was letting every patron in the bar see he was wearing chastity. It was, most probably, having his naked, chaste, abused body posted all over social media for the whole world to see.

Each task had asked him to give up more of his pride and create more of a rumour that he had a submissive side. This task was the blackmailer taking a sledgehammer to every bit of reputation that Vince had built up. Nobody would ever take him seriously as a top again. It was going to hurt emotionally.

And it was going to fucking hurt, physically.

His coworker was eyeing him.

``You're really going for it?'' Jack asked.

``I've been in an adventurous mood.'' Vince tried to sound convincing.

``I'd say. Had never figured you as a glutton for punishment.''

Taking his time, Vince took off his clothes and put them in his locker. He slipped off his underwear too and then turned defiantly to Jack, as if daring him to say something.

The panther just grinned. ``You're full of surprises today. You actually got a chastity cage for the occasion? The crowd'll go wild for that.''

Vince swallowed. ``What do I do next?''

Jack helped Vince get onto the spanking bench, and then fastened the straps around his limbs. And then came the final piece of equipment, which Vince had been most dreading.

``Don't give me that look. I cleaned it thoroughly.'' The panther said, before offering up the ball gag.

Vince took it in his mouth and felt the strap tightened around his head. That was it. From here on out, he would be forced to take it until it was his break time. There was no safe word to stop the session. There had been one in the past, but it'd been discontinued after a previous employee tried to use it, only for the bar to be so busy that none of their colleagues noticed it for two hours. The boss couldn't guarantee that the safe word would work, so felt it better to get rid of it completely, even if that meant nobody would volunteer for the shift again. Of course, then they'd found Jason, who frequently brought in his own spanking implements because the regular ones in the bar didn't hurt enough.

Tonight, Vince had to be like Jason. Vince had his eyes closed as Jack rolled him out onto the floor, but he could hear all the men lying in wait, their heavy breathing betraying their lust.

``And here's our special surprise for you tonight!'' Vince's boss spoke from somewhere near. ``You know him as the charismatic horse who serves you drinks. This time he'll be ready to receive whatever punishment you're serving him!''

Vince's breathing was deep in anticipation. The bench stopped moving and immediately someone took place behind him. He could feel a strong wolf hand moving over his exposed bottom, caressing him and exploring. A gently digit felt the steel ring around his balls, discovering the chastity belt.

There was whispering, too soft to hear.

And then the loud sound of the wolf's paw slapping against his ass. It made Vince open his eyes in shock. He tried to look back, but his restraints only let him see the men in front of him. Their lustful gaze fixed on his body. He could not see the second strike coming, but he could feel and hear it when it did.

It stinged already. He was not used to anything, and he hadn't been sure what to expect. But he had not been expecting a pain that lingered and teased him. He thought it would be like the aching of muscles after a fight. But this was more like sex; the pain of being penetrated mixed with the pleasure of being fucked.

Each time those strong wolf fingers came down on his bottom, the pain and sting shot through him in a way that was warming him from deep inside. His cock was straining in his chastity cage, like it was accepting the stinging as a substitute for stroking, like any stimulation was better than nothing with how long it had been locked away.

He had never understood subs who begged to be spanked. But now he could get it. Now he got how addicting it would be. Those strong wolf hands worshipping and punishing his body, all attention on the horse's ass. The spanking was going harder and faster, making the hurtful sting slowly become a constant burning. And the contrast was heaven every time the wolf paused to gently caress Vince instead.

Vince didn't even care how much of a sub that made him. It would be two hours of this before he would get a break, and he could only hope he could hold onto this feeling that whole time.

``Let me try.'' There was a voice. Was that Bill?

A quick swipe through the air was the only warning before Vince felt a pain unlike the spanking of before. It was a horse whip. And it was being used with deadly accuracy. It landed on his skin again and again, and Vince couldn't help but groan out in pain after each hit.

``Stop.'' Another customer said. ``He doesn't sound like he's enjoying this.''

Someone else came into view. It was Lenny. ``Yeah, he doesn't look like any other sub I've seen here before.'' He got close and looked Vince in the eyes. ``Are you sure you're enjoying this?''

Vince needed a moment to find himself, to think about anything other than the burning on the ass that was on display for all of them to abuse. He couldn't make this stop. He had to see it through. So he nodded.

``Really sure?'' Lenny asked. He had a paddle in his hand. ``Because I'm hoping to get my turn here, but only if you want it. Do you want me to turn your ass blue?''

Vince nodded again, hoping Lenny wouldn't see the fear in the horse's eyes.

``You heard the man.'' The lynx grinned, disappearing behind Vince.

And then he felt the paddle. It was beyond anything a dom like Vince could take. And yet he was forced to pretend the groan forced from his lips was a moan of pleasure. He had only been there for a few minutes and he needed to survive for two hours. That wasn't going to be possible if he stayed the dom that had been blackmailed into being punished.

He needed to do something. He needed to fix his mind. He needed all of them to think he wanted this. That he had begged his boss to do get to do this, because he wanted nothing more than to feel intense pain without limit for an evening. Except, he had heard Jason talking about why he volunteered every night. It wasn't all about the pain. It was the rush of submitting completely to someone else. Of having them control what you were feeling. He had just been thinking that having them abusing his ass wasn't that different from them fucking him. In both ways they were in control and decided.

Vince knew what it was like to be fucked harder than he could handle. This was just like that. More pain than he could handle, but he needed to be the slut that wanted it anyway.

He tried to be the kind of person who would enjoy this. He moaned when he felt pain, he whined when they stopped. He told himself that he had earned this punishment and that it would all be worth it in the end. Even when he became so sensitive that even the gentle playful swats made his entire body shudder.

He leaned into how they were treating him. Some put their paws on his back and told him he was taking it like a good boy. Others called him a naughty colt who needed to take his lessons. Time melted away as he was caught between the constant cycle of pleasurable fondling and uncompromising pain.

He didn't even hear it when his coworker declared it was time for a break, just felt the bench rolling into the backroom. The gag was removed and his mouth stayed open and drooling, unable to speak. His muscles were weak as he was released and helped to stand.

Jack handed him some water. ``You know, there's no shame in quitting. Usually the bench slut takes a half-shift the first few times.''

Vince wanted to. But he couldn't. ``I-I want to see this through. It's been surprisingly fun.'' He tried to sound like he meant it.

``You're a braver man than me.'' The panther gave Vince a large blanket to cover himself and then handed over Vince's phone. ``We'll make sure you have some privacy to compose yourself and I'll be back in 30 minutes.''

Vince took a long sip of water, and then sat down. He immediately shot up again, tears in his eyes from the pressure on his red ass. Right. He would be standing for this break.

The door opened again.

``I told you, I...''

It wasn't the panther coming back. There were three people. Bill, Lenny and someone else. A chameleon took the centre that looked strangely familiar. The chameleon made a show of taking out his phone and pressing a button on it.

Vince's phone vibrated. His heart sank. Because he somehow already knew. He checked the screen to confirm his suspicions and it was from the blackmailer.

``Hi.''

Vince had been mistaken from the start. Bill was strong enough to be the kidnapper, but not smart or wealthy enough. Lenny had access to discounted sex toys, but wasn't strong or smart. Vince's mistake had been to think there was a single blackmailer. But it was all tied together if the chameleon, Ned, had helped them. Ned, with his witty remarks and that smart brain that had impressed Vince so thoroughly.

``You did this.'' Vince said.

``We thought we'd enjoy this task in person.'' Ned said, his expression inscrutable.

The horse raised himself up and gathered all the fight still left in him. ``Give me one good reason I don't beat you up right here and now.''

``Think you can?'' Bill said, the bull stepping forward threateningly.''

``You're not that stupid.'' Ned said. ``All the incriminating files go out to the police unless we're there to stop the transfer one hour from now.''

Vince frowned, his body deflating. For a moment he had felt free of the pressure that had been put on him, but it was false hope. He was as trapped as he had been from the start. ``I'm still busy with the last task you gave me.''

``You're on a break.'' Lenny said, carrying the same smirk he'd had while carrying a paddle in his hands. ``Which means we're on a time limit too. Get back on that spanking bench.''

Vince eyed it. He had spent two hours on it having his ass turned red and blue. And after this break, he had another two hours to go. Were they going to add another punishment before that? He wasn't sure he could take that.

``Task 7 is about saying yes.'' Ned said. ``You said it to your boss and now you'll say it to us. Get on that bench and take our cocks.''

Vince's eyes widened. It wasn't what he had feared, but in a way it was worse. He saw all three men staring at him. He had fucked all three of them using manipulation and coercion, and now they were going to return the favour. He had no choice. He did as he was told.

Ned grabbed the blanket from him and Lenny strapped him down.

So when he felt the pressure on his ass, he knew it was Bill who was pushing in. The bull wasted no time going slow, and Vince was unable to control the sounds coming from his mouth. His ass was sore from taking its first cock only one night before, from the thick plug he had been forced to wear until only hours previously, and tender as all hell from two hours of beatings. He felt pain and discomfort, and that unexplainable unwanted pleasure that no top should feel from being used.

And Bill was not gentle. He forced himself in and started a strong rough rhythm. The bench was at the perfect height for the bull to access Vince's tailhole, and Bill's physique made him an extremely competent breeder. The feeling of being fucked overtook every sensation in Vince's body, his head incapable of even a single thought.

``Look how much the guy's leaking.'' Lenny laughed.

Vince felt the lynx's finger tapping at his cage, and the coldness as his trail of pre suddenly swung against his leg, dripping down from there.

``We was never a real man.'' Bill said between grunting thrusts. ``He tricked us into thinking he was, but he was nothing more than a mare that needed to be shown her place.''

Vince whined between his moans, wishing he had anything to say to that. But he was trapped, body and soul, in the machinations of these blackmailers who had ground every shred of dignity he had into the dirt.

Bill's grunting grew louder and Vince could feel him hilting and leaving slick seed inside of him. His cheeks burned and he wanted the Bull to pull out, even as his prostate screamed for that Bull to stay right where he was for a few moments longer, like Vince might come right through the cage.

But Bill retreated and Vince suddenly felt very empty.

``My turn.'' Lenny said happily, slipping between Vince's legs.

Vince shook his head, groaning as Lenny entered. It was too much. The rhythm was starting up again and his ass screamed. ``Stop this, please.'' He cried. ``I can't take it.''

Ned took a hold of his chin and raised his head to make eye contact. ``You've taken everything so far. You can take this.''

Vince whined and soon his breath was stolen from him again as another big cock reached depths inside of him he hadn't known could be touched. He had no choice but to endure until the pleasure started to mix again with all the pain. That treacherous pleasure that made Vince think everything else was worth it.

``That's a good colt.'' Ned said, his hands becoming more gentle. He was petting Vince on the top of the head, calming and soothing.

And it was the only soothing thing about this. The lynx was fucking Vince as if he were a fleshlight, no concern at all when he hilted at the end of every thrust and agitated Vince's blazing cheeks. It was cruel and Vince hated it. He definitely hated how much it made him moan. Lenny didn't need long to come, adding his seed to Bill's. When he pulled out, Vince thought he might pass out.

Ned didn't move away immediately. And when he did, it was slow, keeping one hand on Vince's body as it trailed down the horse's neck, down his shoulders and lower back, evading the sensitive cheeks to rest on Vince's strong thighs. ``I'd give you some time if we had any. It's just one more. You can do this.''

Vince felt the chameleon's cock, sliding in without hesitation. And Ned had been right. It was hard and Vince almost blacked out from the intensity of a third cock in thirty minutes invading him. A third cock passing through the ring to go into his bowels, and then creating more room in him than was thought possible. And a third cock that had him whimpering and dribbling by the end, drooling and voice hoarse from moans that were forced out of him with every thrust.

He felt the hilting again and another load of warm cum left inside him, though Ned kept half an inch between his abused cheeks and the chameleon's hips.

``Just in time. Someone's coming.'' Bill said.

Ned pulled out quickly and hastily dressed. They were heading for a different door than the one Vince's coworker would come out of.

``Finish your shift.'' Lenny said joyfully as he slipped away. ``And don't get cleaned up!''

The panther walked in just as the others left. And he paused at the sight of Vince tied up to the bench already, quickly finding a smirk. ``You weren't kidding when you said you liked this. You know you're not supposed to let people in backstage.''

Vince struggled to speak. ``Y-yeah. It just got me so...'' Vince tried to find the word.

``I know what you mean. Want me to let you out so you can wipe yourself off?''

Vince wanted nothing more. ``I'm fine like this.''

``Wait, you're sure? I can see you leaking from your hole and your cage. It's going to drive the crowd wild.''

Vince's heart skipped a beat. He would hate that. ``That's what I'm hoping for.''

``Okay then.'' Jack shook his head. ``I never would've figured you'd be into all this.''

Vince swallowed. He took the gag between his teeth again, and was then wheeled out. His mind was whirling with what he now knew. He had not one face for his blackmailer, but three. Had the plan changed to obey them just because he knew who they were? He still didn't have any power here. The only thing that had really changed was that Vince now knew whom he was atoning to.

He came into view of the bar. The sounds were louder now, and it seemed like more people gathered. There was no delay between the bench stopping and the first hand coming down on his ass.

``I want to punish that slut next!''

Vince hoped he would survive.

~*~

The horse was one of the last ones in the club again. After his shift on the spanking bench had ended, he took a long shower to get everything off him. Putting on his underwear was uncomfortable, and it took him close to an hour before he dared put his jeans on. He could not sit down. He could not even walk home without waiting for the worst pain to subside.

His mind kept coming back to his three crimes. He remembered the high of feeling in control as he'd made Lenny take the toys from his shop up his ass one by one, implying that he needed the practice if he didn't want Vince's cock to hurt. He remembered tempting Bill into drink after drink to increase his courage as a bottom, delighting in the health-buff drinking alcohol. And he remembered how good it had felt to outsmart Ned, the arrogant lizard who spoke elegantly yet had still fallen in Vince's trap.

Vince understood why they'd want to get back at him, but he was furious at them for overreacting. Because Vince had given them a private single humiliation, while they had shamed the horse publicly and repeatedly. Vince had been stripped of all control...

Just like Vince had stripped them of control. Vince had pressured them into behaving exactly like he wanted. And he had done it to them first without ever pausing to think about how much harm he was causing.

Vince hated them. But mostly he hated how much this felt like a fitting punishment. How four hours of having his ass beaten had only chipped away at the guilt and remorse that had built up inside of him.

It was impossible to be put through such an ordeal and not be changed. Vince would never cheat at the measuring game again, if he even wanted to play it. He was going to find a better way to make his rent than steal from his boss. And he... he was going to explore all these feelings of being a bottom, because clearly Vince wasn't as decidedly a top as he had always thought he was.

He really wondered what it was like to be fucked without a chastity cage constricting his erection.

He didn't speak much to his coworkers as he made himself useful around the bar. He stayed out of sight of the customers and busied himself cleaning. He would leave when he could walk without feeling his ass protesting every step, and when there were no customers to see him leave. It they saw him, they would yell things at him that Vince had no answer for.

When he was finally on his way home, his phone buzzed.

Vince almost didn't look at it. He paused in the street, taking a few deep breaths. Nothing had changed for knowing their faces. He still needed to see this through.

Yet it wasn't a task on the phone. It was just an address. Vince searched for it and found it a few blocks away in the middle of some residential area.

``Hurry.''

Vince tried to imagine what they'd want of him now.

``Please.''

Vince blinked, and then he started walking as fast as his legs would carry him, ignoring the way his stinging ass was agitated by the haste. Something felt wrong, even if he didn't know what it was.

It was a small home, with shouting coming from behind the door. It sounded like all manner of things were being tossed around. The door was unlocked and only a few steps in it was clear all the sounds were coming from the living room.

Bill was holding Ned in place and Lenny was trying to get a black box from Ned's hands. Ned was thrashing his whole body in every which way to keep that from happening. They were knocking over furniture and knocking into each other.

``Just give it here! It's time!'' Lenny shouted.

``No! He did what we told him! The whole point was to put him in a cruel but fair situation he couldn?t cheat his way out of! He's doing as he's told!"

"No, the whole point was to get revenge on him!" Bill shouted in return. ``To hurt and humiliate him!''

``And to get him arrested!'' Lenny added.

Vince wasn't sure exactly what was happening. But he had a clear feeling what side of the fight he should be on. He ran in and tackled Lenny away from the fight.

He hoped that was the right choice.

To be continued

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