1. Starts with a Bet

Apollo sat and watched as his friends laughed and shove each other around. His best friend Phil was getting married in a few days from now and his celebration before marriage had already began. Apollo watched as Sam made some cheesy joke and their entire table erupted in laughter, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips too.

He had known these guys since kindergarten and they had remained friends since then. Currently there was six of them gathered to celebrate with Phil. Phil was also his business partner as was Jake and Sam. Chris and Matt were in the entertainment and fashion industry mainly but they also engaged in other ventures.

The five of them including himself making it six, accounted for and owned most of the top companies and cooperations in the country as well as internationally. This weekend however, was not about closing business deals or researching into new ventures for their respective companies. This weekend was about their friend who would be soon tied to a very exceptional woman.

Apollo watched as his friends carried on a bit lost in his own thoughts. A clear decorated glass in hand as he stared at the golden liquid resting inside of it. Sometimes he too felt that way, trapped in a glass cup, afraid to move as he might just break or spill out of his confinement. The sound of his name brought him out of his thoughts to stare at Phil who was eyeing him strangely.

“Pollo where’s your head man relax and enjoy your time with us man.” Phil stated while pouring more liquid gold into his cup. Apollo smiled softly while scratching his head and staring at his friends, they had caught him spacing out. Shaking his head he grinned deciding to give his full attention to his friends. He would enjoy this trip even if he had to force himself.

Two bottles of Jack Daniels, three bottles of S of Spade and some others that he could not remember later, they were all laughing for no apparent reason. He could feel the buzz in his head, the haze in his eyes and the dryness in his throat. The strange sensations that floated through his body made him feel good and he knew that he was drunk.

So was his stupid friends as they all laughed again at something that he did. A laugh bubbled up from his mouth but he was not sure why he had begun laughing. The world seemed to start leaning back as he fell back on the couch that he was sitting on. He wasn’t even sure when he had gotten up.

Matt was saying something about some bets and all of them gathered around him to hear. The words sounded a bit fuzzy to his ears and he wasn’t even sure what he was agreeing to. Nevertheless it sounded fun and a little fun wouldn’t hurt was all his state of mind said, he was here to have fun with his boys anyway so he would do just that.

As the betting went around and the conditions were made, it was now set. Whoever lost the bet, would have to be a sex slave at one of Phil’s pleasure clubs. If the loser did not want to do it with a clear head then drugs would be provided, a mask was also required as to keep their identity hidden and it would be only for two hours. If sex came into play which it would, condoms would be given to keep both parties safe. They could not pick which sex they wanted to pleasure that would be randomly chosen at the club. The choice would be made the night of the enslavement. The lucky person would have them for the two hours to do as they pleased. Additionally, both parties were not allowed to engage in anything life threatening.

Apollo listened to the other conditions and agreed, he was sorry for the loser, fuck what if he lost, he shook his head clearing it. That could not happen no way in hell. The bets were now made and all that was left was for the results of the bet. A server was called in just to ensure that things would be fair and that no one would feel cheated if they lost.

The server nodded as he tallied the results. All he had to do was annonce the loser. Apollo stared a the server chuckling as he watched his friends brace themselves for the results. However, to his displeasure the words that left the servers mouth caused the alcohol in his stomach to become poison.

What the actual fuck, he had lost, and damnit now he had to go to Phil’s club to be a slave for a night. Phil was already stumbling over to him with an ear splitting grin on his face. “Pollo my man I can’t wait to see you all dressed up” Phil laughed causing Apollo to growl. Phil was always bugging him to take the stage at one of his clubs. He didn’t want him to do anything then, just to dress up and sit on stage so that women could drool over him.

Apollo stared at his friends sobering up at the fact that he would be a sex slave, were they even his friends as he listened to them teasing him. Running a hand across his face, he asked.

“So when do I have to do this shit?”

Phil beamed before answering “tomorrow night”