The Forfeit by FagWithAKeyboard
Dive into “The Forfeit” by FagWithAKeyboard, a thrilling gay sex story that explores desire, consequences, and the heat of unexpected encounters. Experience passion and intrigue as characters navigate their deepest fantasies. Don’t miss this captivating tale that pushes boundaries and ignites the imagination!
You guys have heard of Fantasy Football, right? At the start of the season you pick a team of players, and those players get you points based off their real life performances. It was a tradition amongst me and my mates to set up our own league every year, £20 each and the winner takes it all. Aside from that, the guy unlucky enough to finish bottom of the table has to do a forfeit.
Last year, Ollie finished bottom. His forfeit was to spend the night in the worst rated hotel in the city. We had a good laugh as he FaceTimed us, showing us the absolute squalor he was forced to spend the night in. This was usual the type of thing the worst player had to do; something unpleasant, but nothing too taxing.
This year, I’d completely forgot about checking my team. I’d started a new job which was taking up a lot of my time and it simply slipped out of my mind. Come the season’s end, one of the lads sent a screenshot of the league table into our group chat, showing me comfortably in last place.
‘Fucking hell, David’s been shocking this year,’ Danny posted.
‘Yeah, that’s the worst final points total ever,’ came Dean’s reply.
I posted a little self-depreciating message, telling the lads I’d forgotten all about it and sarcastically asking them to keep the forfeit tame. Danny replied, saying that the lads were going to deliberate on what that forfeit would be, and that they’d let me know soon.
Just a few minutes later, my phone rang. It was Danny.
“Alright mate?” I answered, sitting on my bed.
“Hello mate. Just letting you know your forfeit’s been decided. Get yourself to Ollie’s for six o’clock tonight. You’ll find out more when you get there. See ya.” With that, Danny hung up.
Fuck, that sounded ominous. Ollie was easily the most well-off of our friends, and had the biggest house. He also had his own little private gym, which led me to believe the forfeit would be something workout based. I tried to put it to the back of my mind for the rest of the day, until it came time to go.
I threw on my gym gear, a white t-shirt and grey shorts, before heading over to Ollie’s. The other guys’ cars were already parked out front, meaning I must have been last to alive. As I made my way over to the front door, Ollie opened it.
“Hey mate, you’ve all got me nervous here,” I laughed.
“Well, you shouldn’t have been so shit at fantasy football then!” he quickly replied. I laughed again and made my way through to his front room, where the lads were sat.
“Here he is!” Danny said, quite excitedly. “Sit down, and we’ll explain what’s going to be happening.”
I sat down on the armchair in the corner of the room. Danny stood up over the top of me, and cleared his throat.
“This year’s forfeit is simple. You will be our servant for the night. You will follow our every command, wait on us hand and foot, until such time as we consider your forfeit over. Understood?”
“Oh, you bastards…” I said, laughing to myself. The other guys didn’t laugh.
“Do you understand?” Danny repeated in a firmer tone. I was slightly taken aback.
“Yes I understand,” I replied.
“Good, first things first. No names for the night. You will address us all as Sir. Got it?”
A couple of the lads at the back chuckled.
“Seriously?” I said.
“Don’t talk back,” Danny replied. “You will address us as Sir, is that clear?”
“Uhh, okay…” I said, alarm bells ringing slightly.
“Okay what?”
“Okay…Sir.”
“Good lad.” Danny turned away from me and picked up a carrier bag behind him. “Now, the lads have clubbed together and got you a present. Put these on. He threw the carrier bag at me, and I looked inside. Inside the bag was a small, black, latex thong, and a bowtie. What the fuck?
“Come on, you can’t be fucking serious?” I exclaimed, my face going a deep shade of red.
“Don’t be an ungrateful cunt,” Ollie shouted. “Cost a lot of money that.” The other guys laughed.
“A forfeit’s a forfeit,” Danny replied. “You have to follow our every command, and your current command is to put it on. So fucking put it on.”
“I don’t fucking believe this…” I muttered to myself, standing up out of the chair. I looked at the lads, all watching eagerly as I peeled off my shirt and exposed my torso to them for the first time tonight. I sighed, and placed the bowtie around my neck.
“Looks like a butler!” One of the lads shouted, to a few chuckles.
I turned my back away from the lads as I slid my shorts and briefs off. I felt the glare of three pairs of eyes staring at my ass, as I stood in the thong and pulled it up over my legs. It must have been a size or two too small, as it took some pulling over my thighs. I felt the material disappear between my ass cheeks as I looked down and realised my cock was making quite the bulge in the front.
“Oooh La La,” Dean teased. I turned back round to face the lads, who all stared wide-eyed at the bulge my cock was creating.
“Fucking hell, are you hard?” Ollie asked.
“Am I fuck hard,” I responded. “There’s obviously gonna be a bulge cos’ there’s no room for my dick in this!”
“Stop whining and get us all a can,” Danny said.
I made my way into the kitchen and put a few cans from the fridge onto a nearby serving tray. I walked back in to the front room and gave each guy a can, before going and standing in the corner of the room. The first couple of hours was mainly like this. The guys got me to keep their drinks topped up, fix them some food. The most taxing thing I had to do in the first couple of hours was collect Ollie’s washing from the clothes line, as it meant going outside like this. Luckily, his garden is quite secluded, so I was fairly certain no one saw.
I could tell things were about to change though. The guys had had a fair bit to drink, and a few were beginning to pass comment on my ass and my physique.
“I’ve got an idea,” Ollie said. “Let’s play dares!”
“Dares?” said Dean. “We’re not kids anymore mate. Besides, I ain’t doing no fucking stupid dares.”
“Nah, he is,” Ollie replied, pointing at me.
“That’s a good idea actually,” Danny said. “He can’t say no, can he?”
“I’ll go first,” Ollie said, standing up. “I dare you to kiss my hairy arse!”
The other lads laughed as I shook my head in horror. The homoerotic undercurrent of the night was beginning to seem more pronounced. “Come on mate, why?”
“Cos you’re shit at Fantasy Football, that’s why!” he said, standing up and pulling down his joggers to expose his arse. “Kneel down!”
I looked at the other lads, in the vain hope one of them would feel sorry for me and intervene. None of them did. I guess there was no choice. I slowly knelt down, moving over towards Ollie’s bare arse. Once I was a few inches aware, a musky aroma filled my nostrils, smelling not unlike a gym locker room. It wasn’t unpleasant, but not something I’d have sought out prior to this. I pursed my lips, and gave his right arse cheek a little peck.