<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=dirty%20dares">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of this story.</p><p><img data-media-id="81542848" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“I left a dare for you on the bed,” Kenna had texted as Lincoln was leaving work.</p><p>“What is it?” he’d texted back. She hadn’t responded, though, and Lincoln had spent the entire ride home wondering what sort of naughty game his girlfriend had come up with.</p><p>He tossed his bag on the couch and rushed towards the bedroom. He found his gym bag and a pink lace thong resting on the bed with a note next to them.</p><p>The note read:</p><p>Lincoln,</p><p>I dare you to wear my panties to the gym. You must bring your gym bag and change in the locker room. You must not try and hide the fact that you’re wearing panties. If someone compliments your panties, you must thank them. If someone taunts you for wearing panties, you must say nothing. If someone sees your adorable panties and offers you a chance to pleasure their cock, you must accept. You must work out in my panties and change back into your street clothes afterwards, meaning there will be two chances to expose yourself to the men in the gym locker room.</p><p>I understand that you might find this dare too much to accept. That’s okay. You’d certainly be taking the risk of ending up with someone else’s cock inside you if you did. That’s why I’ve decided to offer a reward if you take this dare. If you wear my panties to the gym and you fulfill my requirements I’ll give you a long, slow blowjob when you get home. If things go your way you might get a blowjob for doing nothing more than wearing a different style of underwear for a few hours. Of course, you could also end up getting fucked. The choice is yours.</p><p>Blowjobs were not a common occurrence in Lincoln and Kenna’s relationship, which is why the offer of one was the element of her dare that caught his attention. Kenna’s mouth was a wondrous thing and she was capable of providing intense pleasure, particularly if she dedicated herself to giving the kind of long, slow blowjob she’d promised.</p><p>What Lincoln didn’t know was the likelihood that he’d experience anything other than a bit of laughter if he wore the panties to the gym. Would a few guys make fun of him and that would be it, or was it possible someone would think he was announcing his sexuality by wearing decidedly feminine underwear to the locker room?</p><p>Lincoln decided to take the risk, in part because he didn’t want to disappoint Kenna, in part because he desperately wanted a blowjob, and in part because even the absolute worst outcome was something he felt like he could endure, especially after his bisexual adventure with Kenna where they both took cock from behind.</p><p>Lincoln opened the gym bag to make sure his clothes were actually in it – he wouldn’t put it past Kenna to have pulled a bit of a prank by stocking the bag with girl’s clothes – and then quickly took off his pants to put the pink thong on. It was tight and a little uncomfortable against his balls, but that felt like a small price to pay for a blowjob.</p><p>It was Kenna’s mouth that occupied Lincoln’s thoughts as he drove to the gym. He wasn’t sure he’d ever gotten what would qualify as a long and slow blowjob from Kenna – the last time she’d gone down on him it had lasted all of two minutes and hadn’t ended in an orgasm – and he was downright desperate to experience that kind of pleasure from the girl that typically dominated him and seemed to find more pleasure in denying his orgasm than in making him cum.</p><p>It wasn’t until he walked into the locker room that Lincoln felt anxiety over the idea of exposing his pink panties. He knew he had to change, workout, and change again to fulfill the conditions of the bet. He wouldn’t get his blowjob unless he went through with it, but as he walked into the locker room and saw half a dozen guys in various states of undress Lincoln wasn’t sure he could do it.</p><p>He made his way to an empty spot on the bench, dropped his bag in front of the locker he typically used, and took a deep breath. The moment of truth was upon him. He could bite the bullet and get changed or he could go home and say goodbye to what might be his only chance at a blowjob from his beautiful, orally talented girlfriend.</p><p>Lincoln opened his bag, took out his clothes, and stood up. He slipped off his shoes, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. He heard someone laugh.</p><p>“Nice panties, man,” someone said.</p><p>Lincoln turned to see a muscular guy pointing at his panties and laughing. “Thank you,” he said. He had to fight off a desire to get dressed and run out of the gym, but Lincoln managed to stay the course. He was going to earn that blowjob.</p><p>“They look pretty good on you,” another voice said.</p><p>Lincoln turned to see a tall, slender, fit guy in a pair of shorts and a tank top. It didn’t seem like he was mocking. His comment seemed genuine. “Thanks,” Lincoln said.</p><p>For a moment Lincoln worried that the guy eyeing him was going to make a proposal that he couldn’t refuse. He worried he was going to end up bent over a bench with a stranger’s cock in his ass because he was so determined to earn a blowjob from his girlfriend. Thankfully, the guy took one last look at Lincoln’s panties and walked out with a smile on his face.</p><p>No one else seemed interested in saying anything, so Lincoln got dressed, put his clothes in the locker, and headed into the gym to complete his usual workout.</p><p>As always, Lincoln warmed up with a run on the treadmill, steadily increasing the speed until he was at a full-on sprint for two minutes. He caught his breath with a short walk at a low speed, did a few stretches, and headed for the weights.</p><p>It was as Lincoln was sliding weight onto the bar at the bench press that the tall, fit guy that had rather kindly commented on his panties showed up again.</p><p>“Hey, need a spotter?” he asked.</p><p>Lincoln wanted to tell him no, but the truth was that he did need a spotter. He was going to ask someone else, but since the guy had offered, he couldn’t say no. “Sure,” he said.</p><p>“Great. I’m Chris, by the way,” the guy said as he extended his hand.</p><p>Lincoln shook it. “I’m Lincoln.”</p><p>“It’s nice to meet you, Lincoln. Now why don’t you get on the bench and put this weight up,” Chris said.</p><p>Lincoln get on his back, slid under the bar, and lifted it. He dropped the weight to his chest as Chris stepped forward and just like that another man’s crotch was hovering over his head. There was no question Chris was closer than he needed to be, a fact that made Lincoln’s arms wobble a little as he considered that he wouldn’t able to turn down any sexual advances that Chris might make if he wanted to ensure he got to enjoy the blowjob Kenna had promised.</p><p>“Whoa there,” Chris said as he reached out to steady the bar. “You alright?”</p><p>“Yes,” Lincoln said as he glanced up at what appeared to be the bulge of a rather large flaccid cock swinging in Chris’s gym shorts.</p><p>“Alright,” Chris said. “Let’s lift that weight then.”</p><p>With his wits once again gathered Lincoln ripped off a set of twelve presses. His arms wobbled again as he pushed the weight up for the last time and Chris squatted just a little to help him guide the bar back into place. Once again the bulge of his cock showed up and Lincoln worried that he was going to end up with it in his mouth. He still wasn’t sure if he could do it without Kenna there. He wasn’t entirely against the idea of giving a blowjob to get one from his girlfriend, but it was far outside the realm of anything even remotely approaching normal.</p><p>“Will you spot me?” Chris asked.</p><p>“Sure,” Lincoln replied.</p><p>Chris put 25lbs on each side of the bar – a fact that Lincoln found a little embarrassing – and laid on his back. Lincoln found his eyes drifting between Chris’s legs as he once again spotted the bulge. He cursed himself for acting like he was actually interested in another man’s cock and directed his attention to the task of spotting.</p><p>Chris didn’t need the help, though. He ripped off a set with ease and stood up like he’d barely put in an effort. He had a smile on his face and for a few moments he stood and stared at Lincoln like he was waiting for him to make a move.</p><p>“Can I be honest with you, Lincoln?” Chris asked.</p><p>“Sure,” Lincoln replied.</p><p>“I thought you looked great in those panties. I know that probably sounds crazy, but I just loved the way they looked on that cute cock of yours,” Chris said.</p><p>Lincoln felt his heart pounding. Chris was hitting on him. He was absolutely hitting on him. Kenna’s dare hadn’t included any instructions as to how he was to proceed if someone was directly and somewhat aggressively flirting with him.</p><p>“Oh, well, thanks,” he said.</p><p>“I can’t help but think that you must have worn them looking for at least a little bit of attention. I mean, why else would a guy put on a pair of pretty panties like that and wear them to the gym if he didn’t want someone to notice, right?” Chris asked.</p><p>Lincoln considered confessing about his girlfriend’s dare and walking away. He wanted a blowjob so badly, though. He hadn’t been allowed to cum in a little more than a week and getting to do so in his girlfriend’s mouth – a gift he was rarely offered – would have been otherworldly, and it wasn’t like Chris’s cock would be the first he’d fellated.</p><p>“That’s right,” Lincoln said.</p><p>Chris stepped closer and reached out like he was going to grope Lincoln’s cock right there in the middle of the gym. He didn’t, though. He stopped just short and smiled. “Of course, you could also be a straight guy with an imaginative, dominant girlfriend that wanted to see how far her boyfriend would be willing to go for her.”</p><p>“What?” Lincoln asked. “Do you know Kenna?”</p><p>“I do,” Chris said as he remained uncomfortably close to Lincoln. “She told me you’d be here. She told me you’d be wearing panties. She told me I should see if you’d be willing to go through with her dare. So, are you willing, Lincoln? Do you want to get your cock sucked badly enough that you’d be willing to let me do as I desire with you?”</p><p>Kenna hadn’t left it up to fate. She’d engineered the outcome she wanted. She’d planted someone in the gym and made sure that Lincoln would be pushed right to the edge if he wanted the reward she’d offered. He couldn’t help but smile. She was every bit the wild, dominant goddess he’d fallen for and she clearly wasn’t kidding when she’d announced her boredom a few short weeks ago. Lincoln wondered how quickly Kenna would move on from him if he wasn’t willing to go along with her dares. Would it be a bad thing if she broke up with him?</p><p>“Yes,” Lincoln said. “I’ll…I’ll let you do what you want with me.” He’d decided rather quickly that the last thing he wanted was for Kenna to break up with him.</p><p>“Let’s go,” Chris said.</p><p>He took Lincoln’s hand and led him to the locker room.</p><p>“Get your stuff,” Chris ordered.</p><p>Lincoln grabbed his bag from the locker and once again Chris took his hand. They left the gym and headed for the parking garage. They made a beeline for a black Range Rover parked in the far corner. Chris led Lincoln to the passenger side – which happened to be parked next to a concrete wall – and said, “Take your shorts off.”</p><p>The moment of truth had arrived. Lincoln’s pulse raced as he considered what he was about to do. Chris was a stranger and if he removed his shorts he was essentially offering his body to a man he’d just met and doing so because his girlfriend wanted him to. He was letting Kenna whore him out and he was doing it for a blowjob, though Lincoln knew well enough that he was really doing it because he found submission so thrilling.</p><p>“What are you waiting for, darling?” a familiar, feminine voice said. Kenna appeared behind Chris with a smile on her face. “Take your shorts off. Present yourself to the man that’s going to fuck your whore ass.”</p><p>“Kenna?” Lincoln asked. “What are you doing here?”</p><p>“You didn’t think I’d let you get fucked and not be here to watch, did you?” she asked. “Now take off your shorts.”</p><p>Lincoln kicked off his shoes, untied his shorts, and pushed them to his ankles.</p><p>“Now take my shorts off,” Chris said.</p><p>Lincoln couldn’t believe he was about to expose another man’s cock in a parking garage, and yet he didn’t hesitate. He looked at Kenna and saw her smile as he approached Chris and worked his gym shorts off. He reached into the other man’s underwear and freed the cock that waited inside.</p><p>“Your boyfriend couldn’t keep his eyes off my dick in the gym,” Chris said.</p><p>“I’m sure he couldn’t,” Kenna said. “He got his first taste a few weeks ago. I’ll bet he can’t stop thinking about dick.”</p><p>“Your first taste, huh?” Chris said as he stroked his cock with Lincoln standing just a foot away. “How was that?”</p><p>“It was good,” Lincoln said.</p><p>“He took it like a good little bitch,” Kenna said. “On his hands and knees. He begged for it like a whore, just like I wanted him to. He got fucked for my pleasure that day. Now he’s going to get fucked for your pleasure, Chris.”</p><p>Chris was already hard and the smile on his face made Lincoln absolutely certain that he was about to have a cock in his ass for the second time in his life.</p><p>“I think I’d like to hear you beg for it,” Chris said.</p><p>Lincoln hesitated.</p><p>“Don’t disappoint me,” Kenna said. “Be a good little faggot and beg Chris to bend you over and pound your ass until he cums.”</p><p>Lincoln looked at the dominant fire in his girlfriend’s eyes. It was like she was getting high on the situation she’d cooked up. He couldn’t help but get caught up in her desire, especially when she threw such splendidly humiliating words his way.</p><p>Lincoln walked to the front of the car, stood in front of the wheel well, and put a hand on the hood. He reached back to pull aside the pink thong and expose his asshole and turned to Chris. “Please fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass until you cum. Please fuck my ass while my girlfriend watches.”</p><p>“That’s not good enough, Lincoln,” Kenna said. “Make him believe that you want to be a dirty little faggot for him. Make him believe that the thing you want most in the world right now is his big cock hammering your ass.”</p><p>Lincoln sank deeper into the sense of humiliation that Kenna and Chris had woven around him. He looked at the other man’s cock. He pictured it sliding into him. He knew it would hurt. He knew his pain would give Kenna pleasure. He knew her pleasure would thrill him.</p><p>“Please, Chris, make me your faggot,” Lincoln said. “Make me your faggot while my girlfriend watches. Use my ass for your pleasure. Humiliate me in front of my girlfriend by using my ass as hard as you want.”</p><p>Kenna reached into her pocket and pulled out a condom that she offered to Chris. A smile crossed her face. She’d gotten what she wanted. She’d made Lincoln humiliate himself. She’d made him offer his ass.</p><p>Chris tore open the condom, put it on, and moved behind Lincoln. He spit in his fingers and rubbed them over Lincoln’s asshole as Kenna approached.</p><p>“You’re a good little whore for me, aren’t you Lincoln?” Kenna asked as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Lincoln’s cock.</p><p>“I am,” he said.</p><p>“This is the second man you’re going to give your ass to in the span of three weeks. If that doesn’t make you a whore for me, I don’t know what does,” she said.</p><p>Chris pressed the head of his cock against Lincoln’s asshole and pushed inside him. Just like that Lincoln was getting fucked in a parking garage. He was getting fucked by a man he’d met an hour ago. He was getting fucked at his girlfriend’s urging and the deep, moderately painful penetration sent him spiraling into that beautiful submissive space he’d grown increasingly addicted to.</p><p>“Does it hurt?” Kenna asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Lincoln replied.</p><p>Kenna turned to Chris and asked, “Does his ass feel good?”</p><p>“It’s nice and tight,” Chris answered. “I like opening a nice, tight little asshole.”</p><p>“You can pound him as hard as you like. I promise my little whore won’t complain. He’s being a good boy for me. He won’t say a word. He’ll just take your cock like the slut I’m training him to be,” Kenna said.</p><p>Chris grabbed Lincoln’s hips and gave him a good pounding. Each thrust brought with it a small measure of pain, but Lincoln gritted his teeth and took it. He took it because each thrust also sent him deeper into subspace, in part because each thrust seemed to bring Kenna just a little more joy.</p><p>“Let him use your faggot ass,” Kenna said. “Let him stretch you out. Let him destroy you for his pleasure. Let him do whatever the fuck he wants with your asshole.”</p><p>Lincoln’s cock was hard in his girlfriend’s hand, providing a little extra humiliation as she mingled pleasure with the decidedly painful feeling of a man invading his asshole.</p><p>“He’s getting close, Lincoln,” Kenna said. “Your tight little asshole is going to make him cum. You’re going to make a man cum like a true faggot.”</p><p>Lincoln groaned. He hoped he wouldn’t cum. He wanted to save his orgasm for the blowjob Kenna had promised. He hand felt so good, though. The pleasure was so intense that it almost entirely muted the pain of getting fucked so vigorously.</p><p>Chris buried his cock in Lincoln’s ass and his grunts filled the air around them.</p><p>“You made him cum, faggot,” Kenna said with genuine delight in her voice. “You were a good little whore and you made him cum.”</p><p>Chris pulled out and Kenna deftly removed the condom from his cock. She leaned against the passenger door of the Range Rover and lifted her skirt to reveal her lack of panties.</p><p>“Get on your knees,” Kenna demanded.</p><p>Lincoln fell to his knees and Kenna moved in front of him. She pointed to her pussy and said, “Worship it.”</p><p>Lincoln pressed his lips against Kenna’s slippery cunt and used his tongue as she’d trained him. He looked up at her as she held up the cum-filled condom and smiled.</p><p>“Good whores deserve a reward,” Kenna said. “Would you like your reward, whore?”</p><p>Lincoln nodded from between her legs.</p><p>Kenna smiled and gently pushed his head back before pushing her hips forward. She upended the condom and poured some of the cum onto the area just below her belly button. It dripped through her short pubic hair and over her pussy lips. “You may feast, whore.”</p><p>Lincoln devoured the cum like he was truly eager to claim his reward. He licked it off her soft skin, pubic hair, and pussy lips. When Kenna offered more, he licked all of that up too. Before long Lincoln had another man’s load in his stomach and a smile on his face.</p><p>“Now make me cum,” she said.</p><p>Lincoln licked his girlfriend’s pussy until she had a loud orgasm in the parking garage. He suspected she was screaming on purpose in the hope of drawing an eye or two to the spectacle unfolding in the corner of the garage. By that point he didn’t care. His ass was sore, his cock was hard, and his mouth tasted of salty semen and pussy juices.</p><p>“Very good,” Kenna said as she let her skirt fall. “Now I owe you one long, lovely blowjob. I think we’ll get started on the drive home, so I hope you can keep us on the road as I’m sucking your dick like a woman possessed.”</p><p>Lincoln felt a sense of absolute joy. Kenna had taken him deep down into subspace and now she was going to guide him out by giving him the blowjob she’d promised. He stood, put his shorts back on, and took Kenna’s hand.</p><p>“Thank you,” Lincoln said to Chris as they walked away.</p><p>“Anytime,” the other man said.</p><p>“Come, naughty boy,” Kenna said. “I need to feel your cock in my mouth.”</p><p>Lincoln felt like the luckiest guy in the world.</p>