My girlfriend and I had really been arguing a lot.  Every night she
was always giving me a hard time about how much beer I drank, and in
general, she pursued every avenue to make my life miserable.  Finally
after a few months of this nonstop nonsense, things reached a head and
I told her I would give up beer when she stopped smoking, (a habit
that consumes two packs a day).  She laughed at me and said that she
could quit anytime she wanted to, but that I was so weak and pitiful I
would probably have to join AA in order to stop drinking.  This
comment infuriated me and I told her that if she thought she had so
much more willpower than I, perhaps we should place a wager on the
outcome.  We agreed that if and when the other partner was caught with
contraband (beer for me, cigarettes for her) that person would have to
lose the rights to a piece of clothing for the duration of the bet.
Since both of us were teachers and had the summer off, the bet was to
last all summer long, 3 months!  By that time, any person who went the
duration should be totally free of their addiction.   As an added
bonus, or incentive, if a person was totally stripped, any further
violations would result in other penalties.  This other penalties idea
was hers, and although I was a little leery of it, I was confident
that it would be she that was to parade around the house naked for
three months and not I.

The first week actually went better than I expected.  Although I
strongly craved beer, I was able to hold out.  My girlfriend Shelia
was the first to get caught with contraband, and now had to go
barefoot for the summer.  I particularly enjoyed teasing her about her
naked tootsies, and said how much I was going to enjoy having the rest
of her as bare as her feet.  The weekend of the first week however,
Shelia called me downstairs and told me to get the grill ready for a
barbecue she was throwing for her girlfriends.  I was completely
suspicious, and had right to be when all of her friends showed up,
each with a twelve-pack in hand.  As I stood out on the back deck
grilling the steaks watching all these luscious babes down the brew,
the back of my throat begin to develop the strange metallic sensation.
As I watched Sheila�s extremely well endowed friend Lauren down a
Michelob and signal for me to pour her another, I distinctly felt
Sheila�s eyes on me.  She knew I had a thing for Lauren.  Lord knows
we fought about it often enough, and it disturbed me to know that
Sheila was so committed to winning this bet that she would use
Lauren�s feminine charms against me.  All this I say in retrospect,
because at the time lust and desire for hops were clouding my already
foggy judgment. 

Lauren looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and asked why I wasn�t
having any.  I confidently said I had given them up, to which she
seemed  somewhat put out.  The fact that she was wearing an
exceedingly revealing bikini which barely covered her moist, large
breasts.  I noticed beads of sweat rolling down her neck and pooling
into her ample cleavage.  I thought I would go insane!  Without
thinking she grabbed the cool bottle of beer from me and began to roll
it over her face and chest.  My hand was visibly trembling as she took
the can from me.  I don�t know whether it was my lust for her tits or
her Michelob, but I was completely transfixed.  When I heard Sheila
say she and the other girls were going inside to watch a movie I just
nodded.

After Sheila and the others went inside, Lauren touched my leg and
said �You don�t want a poor girl to drink alone now do you?�  This was
tooooo much!  Looking around very suspiciously, I whispered to Lauren
that I had promised Sheila that I would give up the beer.  Lauren just
smirked and made the little whip cracking motion, indicating that I
was pussy-whipped.  This was it.  I said �All right, but for my sake,
lets keep it between ourselves�.   Lauren perked right up and grinned
from ear to ear as she handed me a fresh cold bottle of beer.  I
chugged it right down.  That beer tasted like heaven, quenching a fire
that had been burning in my brain for a week. 

Just as the commercial says �You can�t have just one�, so it was with
this.  Over the next hour Lauren and I finished that twelve-pack off,
and were well on our way to putting some serious damage on another
when Sheila burst through the door.  I suppose the combination of
going a week without beer, the hot weather and those damn huge breasts
of Lauren�s I had temporarily forgotten about the bet.  The sudden
appearance of my glowering girlfriend brought me to reality very
quickly.  As I began to stammer some lame ass excuse, Sheila stopped
me. 

�I told you you were weak and pitiful!� she screamed.  �And all it
took was a little T&A, and all willpower was out the window!�.  I was
completely speechless.  I was caught, and due to the circumstances of
my capture, I knew begging for mercy would be pointless.  �Thanks for
your assistance Lauren.� Sheila winked.  That bitch! I thought.  I had
been setup.  I now nervously surveyed the crowd of Sheila�s friends
that had begun to assemble on the porch.  Annette, another one of the
conspirators, asked Sheila �So, are you going to make him pay up?  You
did promise us a show.�  This caused a collective release of giggles
among the gathered women.  �Oh yes, he will DEFINITELY PAY!� Sheila
growled as she grabbed me by my hair and jerked me to my feet.  �Well,
what are you waiting for?� she asked as she began to count my empty
beer bottles.  �Lets see, that�s one, two hmmmm fifteen beers you had.�
she continued as she eyed me up and down.  �I think we may be into a
serious penalty phase here.� she said gloatingly.  �You can�t be
serious.� I begged.  �I mean, there are all these other women around�
I whispered in her ear.  �I am serious!� she said matter-of-factly.
�Now STRIP!!!!�

For a minute or two I hesitated as Sheila and her eight friends began
to hum the Stripper.  When I looked at Lauren she just made a kissy
face at me, which only humiliated me further.  Slowly I removed my
shoes, socks, shirt and pants, hoping against hope that Sheila would
not force me to bare all.  When I was down to my briefs I stopped.
�Your not done Stud!� Lauren cackled, and when I looked at Sheila I
saw a very determined look in her eye.  With much resignation and
trying to shield my manhood as much as possible I dropped my drawers.
This caused much giggling and laughter from the crowd.  As I stood
there with my hands in front of my crotch my face glowed in shame.
This was the most humiliating event of my entire life.  Here I was,
defeated, drunken and stripped in front of my girlfriend and eight of
her friends.  As I stood there for their display I heard Lauren say
�Sheila, is it true he has to stay this way ALL SUMMER!�  I had almost
forgotten.  I wouldn�t be dressed again until September! 

�Yes� she replied �And since he had 8 beers more than he had clothes,
he has to pay a penalty as well!�  This was getting worse and worse I
thought.  I guess the fact that she caught me lusting after Lauren
really pissed off Sheila, so she was cutting me no slack.  �Time for
your first penalty!� she announced as she instructed me to put my
hands on top of my head.  Up until this moment I had, although
somewhat unsuccessfully, been able to maintain some modesty.  Now I
was completely exposed.  I was too humiliated to open my eyes.  When I
felt her hand touch my penis, I immediately opened them.  I couldn�t
believe what she was doing.  She was oiling my dick up right in front
of everyone!  �First penalty - Jack off!� 

�WHAT!!!!� I screamed to the obvious amusement of the attendees.  �You
heard me� she replied �Jack off until I say stop.�  Closing my eyes
again as if to make myself invisible, I began to stroke the old one
eyed wonder worm.  The laughter and gasps of the women, although
humiliating, also was arousing.  Right when I began to feel the surge
of sperm rising to the top she instructed me to stop.  I did as I was
told, teetering back and forth on my heels as I was just a couple of
strokes away from cumming.  �Now, put your hands behind your back.�
she commanded.  I did as instructed and was startled by the distinct
clicking sound of handcuffs being placed on my wrists.  �OK beer boy,
here is the deal.  For the next week you will be kept perpetually on
the edge of cumming, but you will be also perpetually denied release.
My girlfriends are here and have agreed to help me help you by working
in shifts twenty four hours a day, 7 days a week.  You will not be
allowed the use of you arms until this part of penalty is over.�

For a minute I thought I was going to faint.  One week of perpetual
unsatisfied arousal, MY GOD!  Sheila saw the look of horror on my face
and the evil grin on hers assured me she would not relent.  Grabbing
me by my erect dick, she pulled me over to Lauren, and as you would a
piece of meat, handed my genitalia to her.  �Lauren, as compensation
for helping me in my plan, wanted the first 8 hour shift.� Sheila
explained.  Completely demoralized I scanned Lauren�s face for any
sign of pity.  There was none to be had.  �I am going to love milking
you to the point of no return over and over and over!� Lauren
whispered evilly in my ear as she dragged me by my balls inside the
house. 

The End.

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