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The Gambling Rules

Part 2

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Darius would have been more than happy to stick to their cabin during the cruise, but Lance was determined to make the best of the offer that Dimitri was giving them. The chance to make money at this rate wouldn't come again, and Darius knew for a fact that the pine marten was going to be doing this only so long as they were on the ship. Once they were back on the planet, the amusement factor of pushing the 'poor' through the different games that he had in mind would be gone, and so would the source of their money.

Still, the lion would have been happy to stop after the first 'game,' or the second, or the third. By the fourth, they had both accumulated more than twenty-thousand credits, something that would keep them in good stead for nearly half a decade. He grabbed Lance as the rat started making his way to the door, pulling him back.

"What? We can get more," the rat said.

"We have enough."

"Come on. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? He had you press your ass against the viewing windows and show off for the space tentacle beasts..."

"Yeah? And?"

"And he made you jerk off and say you wanted them to fuck you!"

"So?"

Lance refused to meet his eyes, and Darius knew that his friend, his long-time, childhood friend had been fighting his own battles against humiliation. He had gone along with it so far, but now, the lion needed to stop this. He grabbed the rat by the shoulders, shaking him.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I did. I did. I can't...we can't go back to..."

"We can stop. We can stop right here, right now. No more."

"..."

"We have enough. Forty-thousand. Put mine and yours together, and we don't have to work for years. We can do...we can do whatever we want, when we get back. And that's more than enough."

"What about after? What about when that runs out?"

A decade out of poverty, a decade where they wouldn't have to fight and struggle wasn't enough for the rat? Darius shook his head, slowly letting go. Lance turned to the door, looking over his shoulder.

"Come on."

"Not this time."

"What? No, no, you're coming -"

"Not this time."

"But...but..."

"I said no!"

Darius sat down on the bed, shaking his head, rubbing his forehead. Even as the rat looked back at the door and down the hallway, looking desperate, almost scared, the lion just leaned back and laid down. He was done. He was through humiliating himself any further than he already had.

"Darius, please."

"No. I'm done."

"You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand. You're terrified. Thing is, I'm not. I can be okay with this. I'm fine with just this."

"No, no, you don't - oh, fucking shit..."

There was no need to ask what that was about. No sooner had Lance started cursing than Darius got the same notification from his nanites. His funds were being drained, and fast. The lion flicked his hand up, getting a notification from them as a little pop-up in his vision. Right there, at the corner of his eye, was a number. The 20k that he had earned was dropping by the thousands. 19k. 17k. 13k.

It kept going, going, going, all the way down to the original 5k that he had been given when boarding the ship. As he stared at that number, Lance rushed him, grabbing him by the lapels of his new, fancy suit, yanking him upright and shaking him.

"You fuck! Do you know what you just did?!"

"What I did? What the hell did you do?"

"I...I..."

"Lance, what the fuck did you do?" Darius shouted as he sat up. "What did you do?"

"I...I made a bet..."

"What kind - did you bet something against Mr. Marten?"

"..."

"You did. Oh god, you did."

"That's why I was trying to hurry you out the door. If we didn't do it fast enough, we lost. And you..."

"You bet your money, AND mine."

"...It would have taken us even higher...We would have been close to enough."

It would never be enough, he realized. Not for Lance. Not after the rat had grown up and seen the way that the rich lorded it over the pair of them. Lance would never be happy with a normal life, or even a decent one. He would have to be as rich as all the others that had put him down in his childhood, as wealthy as all the people he hated, or he would just hate himself all the more.

He sighed. There was no stopping the rat. Either he helped Lance out, or he would be dragged down with him.

"You idiot..."

"Hey, you have no right to call me that. I'm the one that got us into the contest. I'm the one that got us onto the ship."

"And you're the one that lost all the money that we had to do better back home."

"Just for now!"

"..."

"Okay, okay. You're right," Lance said, sighing and rubbing his forehead. "I fucked up. I'll give you that. I fucked up pretty damn hard."

"You did that..."

"But I'm going to make it better. I promise. Just...we have to do this. There's no other way."

Except for saving up what they had left and doing something smart when they got home. They could use the ten-thousand that they still had between the two of them to actually pay off their bills and do something for themselves when they got home. That would be more than enough to take the pressure off their backs for a while.

But would Lance accept that? No. And considering that they were more or less linked at the hip, that meant Darius was dragged along for the ride. He sighed.

"What did you bet this time?"

"I...bet that we'd do another naked walk."

"..."

"And we'd...touch each other."

"What?!"

"Hey, it's just hands. No more."

"Yeah, but...dude...we're straight." Or at least, he was. "Why the hell would you bet something like that?"

"Well, you didn't seem like you were going to object. I mean, it's just touching. Just hands. What the hell is wrong with that?"

Quite a fucking bit if you're not interested...

But even as he thought that, he could see the red in Lance's cheeks. Even though he knew that the rat was trying to make as much bank as possible, it was clear that there was some embarrassment that could still happen. The rodent still didn't want to actually go that far, and it was clearly getting to the point where Lance was reaching his limits. Hopefully, they would hit that point sooner than later, considering the level of debauchery that some of these 'tasks' had gotten of late.

Naked walks through the casino, going to the toilet with the bathroom door open, dipping our dicks in the sauces at the buffet, and then the whole...ass grinding on the window, begging aliens to fuck us thing...

He could still almost feel the cold glass against his asshole as he thought about it, and he shivered as he imagined how much more humiliating it might get. The very idea of being owned by the pine marten through all these little tasks and bets was something that made him worry about their future here on the ship. How much of a reputation would the two of them have by the time that they got back home?

"Darius, please...we can be...we can have so much more," Lance asked. "I can't...Please. Don't make me go back to..."

Against his better judgment, Darius sighed and got back to his feet. He knew that he was going to regret this, knew that he was very likely to hate himself for this, but he knew that he had to go through with it. If he didn't, then Lance was going to try and do it on his own, and without some kind of back-up, he knew that the rat would get in over his head. Lance was smart; he wasn't particularly restrained.

"Fine."

"Great. Come on."

The two of them would be losing their suits, he was sure. He was damn sure of that, as a matter of fact.

"You want me to WHAT?!"

Darius's mouth hung open, sure that he had heard wrong as the pine marten leaned back at his dining table. The Doberman bodyguard stood just back and to the left, smugly smirking under his sunglasses. Dimitri only chuckled.

"Is it such an absurd request?" the owner of the cruise liner asked. "You were willing to do something together, in public."

"Yeah, but...but..."

Lance was sputtering, and the lion was completely dumbstruck. He should have expected something like this, he supposed, but the idea...the very idea...

"I'm just saying. You failed at the last one, so no do-overs. There are only escalations with me, my friends. My poor, poor friends. If you want to earn some of that money back, well, you have to do something better than touching each other. And my bodyguard has been aching for some attention for some time.

"So, that's my offer. I bet you 20k that you won't blow him."

The idea of having someone's cock in his mouth, even for twenty-thousand credits, was something that he would have turned down five minutes ago. He had money, plenty of money, and if he was going to make more, he'd do it the right way, not by selling his body. That had been his plan.

But then Lance looked back at him. The rat glanced back at the Doberman, then at him, and then...

We can't afford to lose twenty-thousand, he thought. And Lance can't do this...or won't do it...and then he'll say yes to the next one, because he'll be in the negatives, and that means...

That meant one of them had to do it. Otherwise, they were going in the negatives, owing the pine marten a full ten-thousand, something that they'd never be able to repay without doing a stupid task. The lion rubbed the back of his head, straining to think of some better option, but none presented themselves.

"Fine...I'll...I'll suck his cock."

"Good lad, good lad."

Dimitri gestured over his shoulder with the casualness that only the rich people could manage, and the Doberman reached down, slowly pulling his zipper out of the way and letting his cock hang out. The lion winced as he saw that it was a full seven inches long, more than sufficient to fill his muzzle and then some, and probably going to get longer when he started working on it. He winced as he slowly got down to his knees, making his way around the pine marten's table and taking hold of it.

"Thanks," Lance whispered.

You owe me for this shit...

Darius took a breath at the base of the shaft, curious despite himself what this would be like. The hot smell of sweat and a bit of cock musk filtered back up, almost like his own junk on a warmer day, if he had spent that time jerking off after working out. He groaned, shaking his head, trying not to think about the smell.

"Go on, then. Get him off in ten minutes, and I'll throw in a bonus," the pine marten said, slowly and leisurely making his way through a steak.

This better go just to me, you asshole.

He didn't want to see this money disappearing again. If he had the capability, he would have forced Lance to make him the accountant for the rest of the trip. At least that way, they would only be on the hook for what the rat gambled with, but he knew that he wasn't going to be that lucky.

He leaned forward, pressing the tip of that cock against his lips. It teased his lips a bit in return, oozing pre-cum, salty and thick. He didn't think that he liked the flavor, but he was angry enough and embarrassed enough that he couldn't entirely be sure.

So, he just went for it. He opened his mouth and dragged it over his tongue, taking it into the back of his throat and going as far down the shaft as he could manage. His cheeks burned as he felt it rubbing over his tongue, oozing as it started getting harder the more that he took of it. Bobbing his head like he had seen in the porn videos, he sucked it until it started getting hard, then pulled back to the head.

The thick smell had turned into a stronger flavor, and he had to bite off a gag as he felt it running over his tongue. He hated this, hated being seen doing this, hated being paid to give a blowjob, and kept telling himself to think of the money. Think of the money, and everything else that was going to be better when this was done.

Keeping those dollar signs in his head, he kept bobbing his head, trying not to think about the groans coming from above, or the throbbing cock in his mouth, or anything else. All that mattered was the money, not his friend standing behind him, watching, or the rich asshole that -

Oh, god, the pine marten was pulling his own cock out. Without the slightest care in the world, Dimitri was rubbing his dick, jerking off to the show that he was being forced to put on. Lance growled.

"Is that all we are? Whores?" the rat asked.

"Well, that's what you're willing to take money for, isn't it?"

"That's not what we are."

"No, I suppose not. But you are doing it very well."

"Fucking cock-sucker..."

"No, I think that's what your friend is. Good at it, though."

He shivered, trying not to think about that term being left hanging over his head by the time they were done. He doubted that he'd ever be able to shake it on earth. Bounce, bob, bounce, bob, thrusting his head all the way down to the base of the Doberman's cock, feeling the head punch into his throat. He gagged around it, swallowing hard to keep from getting a little sick from it, and kept moving.

The pre-cum taste was getting stronger, and he did his best not to think about what that meant. Instead, he reached down, fondling those balls, trying to get them to spurt a little bit sooner. The feeling of them in his hand was just another reminder of what he was doing for money.

_Whore.

Cock-sucker.

Slut.

Slut.

Cock-sucker.

Whore._

The phrases kept popping into his head, forcing him to remember just what kind of dignity he had given up. There was no getting around that. Nothing to let him think about something different. His cock -

His cock, at least, was not hard. That was something. He wasn't gay, though at this point, he almost wished that he was. It would make this easier. And he would know...oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was getting stiffer in his mouth, something that he didn't know how to handle. He kept bobbing his head, using his lips and muzzle as a fuck-toy, a fleshlight. He could feel the head of the shaft throbbing every time that he pulled back, knew that it meant that the whole thing was going to blow before long.

Just a little more. Just a little more.

He swallowed the head, pulling it into his throat. In the back of his head, he could imagine what this looked like, his mane falling over the other male's crotch, the sight of his hidden face going all the way down a cock. He could all too easily imagine the Doberman smirking down at him, could almost see the pine marten's cock as the rich man stroked himself. The only one that he couldn't see was Lance.

And that was probably a good thing, because he was on the verge of wanting to punch his friend's lights out.

Finally, the Doberman grabbed him by the mane, yanking him down to the point where he was deepthroating the lion properly. He could feel the spasming going down the shaft, could feel the shooting in the back of his throat. Some of it filled him up, then squirted back into his muzzle and into the roof of his mouth. God, some of it was going up his nose, too; how did that even happen?

The lion pulled back at the end of it all, the last of his seed dribbling out rather than squirting into his mouth. Darius was just glad to avoid the possibility of a facial.

As he wobbled backwards, Lance helped him to his feet, the rat glaring at the pine marten.

"That's it, right? That's the 20k?"

"That's all that, and then some, young man. I believe that your friend even managed to beat the time limit, so..."

Dimitri gestured at the pair of them, and out of the corner of his eye, Darius saw the numbers going up again. He saw that his account had reached 25k, and then bounced up again, hitting a total of 30k. Almost everything returned.

"That's a good lad. Now, do you want to do something else now, or later?"

"Later," Darius said, making sure that he said it loud and firmly enough that Lance wouldn't be able to talk over him. "I need...my throat..."

"Ah, yes, you virgin poor boys." Dimitri chuckled. "Yes, yes, rest your throat, drink plenty of water. You can come back later."

"Asshole," Lance muttered.

"Hmm, as you will."

The pine marten waved them off. Darius tilted his head back, trying to keep the cum up his nose from dribbling out and humiliating him further, and they made their way back to their cabin.

A shower later, and he felt a little bit better. He didn't feel good, by any stretch of the imagination, but he felt better. He stumbled out to the bed, and found Lance sitting there, hands clenched tightly in his lap as he looked down at the floor. After sucking cock, Darius didn't feel that bothered by hitting Lance with a bit of full frontal. Hell, let the rat share in the embarrassment for a little bit. He sat down, the towel falling down on the ground as he flopped backwards.

"I'm never doing that again," the lion muttered.

"Well...at least it's fixed, right."

"Correction. I'm fixed. That's my money."

"But that's - I hooked you up."

"..."

"Okay, okay, bad phrasing, but I was the one that found the thing to do. I got the money back."

"And you were the one that lost it in the first place."

"Look, I just...I thought that you'd be good with this."

"Next time you want to make money, better think about how the rich folk think. They always want more. They're never going to give you the same thing twice. The next time, it's gonna be even worse."

Probably someone getting fucked, or the pair of them doing a sixty-nine, or something along those lines. He could all too easily see that sort of thing being asked of them. The more that they protested, the more that Dimitri would want to see their lines pushed, to see just how far their principals could be compromised by money.

Pretty far, in the case of Lance. He shook his head, grabbing a pillow and putting it under his head. The rat still hadn't said anything, either.

The two of them sat in silence, and Darius could feel the awkwardness that his own nudity was causing going higher and higher. He could tell that he was just making it more uncomfortable with his dick hanging out like this between them, particularly when they were both sitting on the bed, and more particularly, considering what he had done only a few minutes ago.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that there was some petty vengeance that needed to happen after what he had gone through. He had just sucked cock, something that he had not wanted to do - had never wanted to do - so it only felt fair that he made the friend that he just pulled out of the frying pan go through a little awkwardness. Even if it did make him feel a little bad for doing it in the first place.

However, he had a surprise in store for him, a surprise that started with a hand wrapping around his dick and ended with a quick pump. He whipped his head up, looking down to see Lance's fist wrapped around his dick.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm...I don't know," Lance admitted. "Something."

"Something gay."

"Well...is it, if it's between us?"

"We both got balls. That's gay."

"Oh, fucking - you know what I mean. You're you, and I know you. And you'll keep your mouth shut."

"..."

"What's it going to take to keep you...you know...doing stuff..."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Look. Darius. I mean...you know I can't...not with him..." The rat looked away, but he didn't let go. "I can't do it myself, but...we need the money. If you can do it...if you can keep doing it for me...then I'll do...things for you. I mean...it's only fair, right?"

This was a whole lot of messed-up bullshit, and it was only getting weirder the more that it went on. Lance was straight. There had never been any doubt of that in his mind, and the rat had protested any indication that he might want to touch a dick or have a dick touch him before. Neither of them had any interest in males.

But this...

This was a whole new Lance, and it was someone that was willing to listen to sense. Someone that was willing to take a step back and think, for the first time in who knew how long? He didn't know what to say to that. Hell, he didn't know if there was something to say to that.

Another slow pump reminded him that he needed to give some sort of answer. His cock flopped awkwardly to the side, and he sighed as he brought himself back to an upright position. Somehow, that just made it all the more awkward, considering the fact that the two of them were almost at kissing height. He deliberately turned his head to the side, not looking the rat in the eye as he thought it through.

"...Okay. I got an idea."

"Tell me?"

"Whatever he makes me do to other people, you gotta do for me."

"...What do you mean?"

"If I gotta suck someone off, you gotta suck me off. If I gotta get fucked by someone, then you gotta get fucked by me. Anything that he makes me do, you gotta do, except that you do it to me."

"..."

"That's the deal. I ain't going to be doing anything else, no matter how much money, unless you're willing to go through that."

It wasn't even that he wanted the blowjobs or to get his dick wet. What he wanted was someone else to share the humiliation with him, and more, he wanted Lance to pay some part of it off. He wanted the damn rat to make sure that he got to know what it was like to go through this whole kind of bullshit.

He wanted Lance to have a reason to say no.

The rat looked up at him, and then down again. That grip on his cock got a little bit tighter, something that wasn't quite comfortable, wasn't quite pleasurable. As a matter of fact, it was almost painful, something that he hadn't quite realized could happen with a handjob from someone else.

Finally, Lance sighed, nodding.

"Fine. I'll go with it."

"You sure?"

"Ain't got a lot of choice if I want the money, right?"

"..."

"And at least your dick is clean right now."

The rat slid off the bed, going down to his knees. It wasn't what Darius had expected. If anything, the lion had thought that it would be something that would make his friend just shut up and forget about the whole idea. If that had been the case, then the two of them could have enjoyed the cruise for what it was, spent a little more than they had started with, and then go home with a fair bit of money saved up.

As it was, they were going to have to keep doing one humiliating thing after another for Dimitri, and that meant that he was going to have more than a sore throat by the end of the cruise. The only positive was that Lance would have the same.

As the rat leaned forward, rubbing his hands along the lion's thighs, he saw the same confusion on the rodent's face as must have been on his own when he was looking at the Doberman's cock. How do you suck this, he had wondered. How do you do this in a way that didn't fuck up your throat? How did you do it so that it got over with quickly, and made sure that you didn't have to taste that for long?

The rat looked up at him, almost as if asking for help, but Darius shook his head.

"I had to figure it out. Now, you can do the same fucking thing."

"Ass."

"Says the one that got me into this in the first place."

Shaking his head, Lance did the same thing that Darius had done: lunge forward and suck the head in, and then start bobbing his head up and down as quickly as he could. The lion's soft cock got the experience of a warm mouth, alright, but since he was soft, he wasn't really getting that much pleasure from it. Not right away, anyway. He leaned back a little, allowing himself the time to get comfortable, and he closed his eyes so that he could try and enjoy this without the view of his friend between his legs.

Think of someone hotter, someone sexy...

Easier said than done. He knew that it was Lance down there, and the closest thing that he could do to putting someone else down there was to think of another rat. One with tits rather than with balls, though that kept popping up. The moment that he managed to get 'her' fully fixed in his mind, his cock started twitching, gradually getting harder.

Of course, the minute that Lance grunted something - something that sounded like 'finally' - the illusion was shattered and his cock started going back down. The rat groaned, sounding angry and pathetic at the same time.

It tweaked something in the lion. Here he was, trying to make this work, and Lance just kept complaining and digging them deeper. He wasn't the one that had risked all their money. He wasn't the one that had an addiction to trying to be like the assholes at the top of the system. He wasn't the one that had done all the wrong things and then hung his friend out to dry.

Without even thinking, he grabbed the back of the rat's head, yanking him down and plunging his cock in up to the hilt. The feeling of a hot throat clenching around his cock was enough to make him hard again, too. The feeling of that spit running down his balls, the feeling of a hot muzzle clenching and quivering as it tried to handle what it had just been fed, was even better.

He pulled Lance back, just enough for the rat to cough, to gasp for breath, but then he went right back in. No more gentleness. This was a lesson, now. This was a goddamn lesson for leaving him to get them out of this.

Up, down, up, down, each time plunging the head of his cock into Lance's throat, each time forcing the rat to gag and gasp for breath when he was finally pulled back and allowed to breathe again. Up, down, up, down, going balls deep, making sure that Lance knew what it felt like to have this sort of thing shoved down your throat, to feel that it was like to have your neck ravaged from the inside by someone else using you. Making a toy of you.

He groaned under his breath, feeling some sort of throbbing that was entirely new to him. The idea of...the idea of just taking hold of things like this, of taking charge and making himself into this beast of a fucker and using someone else, was new to him. New, and more than a little hot.

And the fact that he was taking some revenge at the same time was making it all the sweeter. In some ways, he almost looked forward to being 'made' to do more extreme things, just so he could take it out on the rat. And he would always be justified; Lance had made the agreement that anything that happened to him would be something that he could visit on the rat as soon as they were alone together again.

You bitch...you fucking...bitch.

He thrust forward one more time, burying his cock past the rat's lips, and he felt himself go over the edge. It was so quick, so unexpected, that he barely realized that he was doing it until his balls started pulling up. He groaned, taking it that bit further by dragging his cock back and rubbing it all over the rat's tongue. The last of his cumshots soaked into his muzzle, and as Lance looked up at him, almost pitiful, he felt a little surge of sympathy.

Not enough to apologize after he pulled his cock free, though. As Lance hacked for breath, he got up and went to the fridge. They'd both need a drink after that.

The End

Summary: The betting and gambling continues, with the rat and lion making money. Darius wants to stop, but Lance...well, Lance has a bit of a problem.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Humiliation, Gay For Pay, Lion, Rat, Pine Marten, Doberman, Blowjob, Face Fuck, First Blowjob, Cum, Orgasm, Swallowing, Series, Sci-Fi, Prostitution, Kind Of,