Dave can't resist a bet

"A bet? What sort of bet? I could just sit here for another couple of hours and I'm done - with no risk."

The stranger chuckled. "Yes, no risk at all - but no excitement either. Of course, if you're scared..."

"Scared? Me? Of you? Not a chance." Dave gulped at his beer, unconsciously flexing his muscles and unaware of how that showed them off the the bar.

"Well, then, why not take the bet? Now, let's see - you only have to last two hours. I bet you that at the end of two hours, you won't want to leave. In fact, when asked, you will beg to stay. If that happens, you have to stay all night."

Dave snorted scornfully. "Not a chance. And what do I get when I win?"

The stranger reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it to reveal a wedge of banknotes. "You win all of this - about £400. Well - do we have a deal?"

Dave looked at the money. Like most students, he was short of money and he could definitely think of ways to use it. "Alright, you have a deal." He leaned over to shake hands with the stranger."

"Excellent. But let's make sure this is witnessed." He called the barman over and explained the bet, Handing over his stake, he and Dave signed slip of paper with the terms of the bet on it.

The stranger drained his beer. "Right then, come with me."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"To the cloakrooms. If you're going to test your fetish limits, we need to get that shirt changed."

"Hold on, no funny business..."

The stranger laughed. "Check the terms of the bet - you can forfeit now if you want to."

Dave muttered darkly. "Alright, lead on."

The stranger led Dave out to the cloakrooms and handed a ticket to the attendant. The attendant handed over a heavy black sports bag and the stranger opened it up and pulled out a mesh of straps and chrome rings. He handed it to Dave.

"Put this on. You'll need to take your shirt off first."

"What the hell is it?"

"A **** harness."

Dave paused. "Scared are you?"

"NO. Of course not."

"Alright then - pop into the changing room and put it on."

Dave could have just left, but the lure of the money was too much. He was confident that whatever this guy had planned, it wouldn't make any difference.

He headed into the changing room, which was currently empty. Pulling his shirt off, he shivered slightly at the cool air on his skin. It took him some time to work out how the **** harness worked, but he soon had thick leather straps over each shoulder with chrome rings between his pectorals and between his shoulder blades. Straps under each arm pulled the harness tight around his chest. Further straps led down to chrome rings over his belly and the small of his back, with more securing straps around his wait. A final strap led down around his crotch with a chrome ring he had to slide his dick and balls through. He slipped his leather jeans down far enough to pull the ring in place and secured the final strap with ran uncomfortably up the crack of his arse.

He looked at himself in the mirror. The straps were tight against his muscled body, making his pecs look bigger. The ring around his cock made it swell and so he had a noticeable bulge as he walked back outside.