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  Kicking the Habit
  by Gaius 


  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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