(Contains detachable NBM/MBM content, you have been warned)

Joe bounced in the passenger seat of Ben’s truck and complained, “Come on, Ben, can I get a rain check on the bet? The one weekend Jess is out of town and…”

“Should’ve played better then. And you shouldn’t have called double or nothing on the 18th hole. So since Jess isn’t here, that means I can’t collect her head, you know the rules,” Ben calmly explained. Ben drove the truck up to Joe’s house. They had finished their early Saturday morning round of golf with their usual stakes on the line - loser gives head.

“Fine, at least I get to break in the guillotine we ordered from Sam. It’s a little smaller than yours to fit in our garage and still park the cars,” Joe resigned.

Joe unloaded his clubs from the truck and opened the garage door. Inside was the newly assembled guillotine, the freshly oiled blade shimmering in the daylight. This time, he would lay on his back to face up to the ceiling and to the cutting edge - to see it coming down. Not to mention it’d be more comfortable than laying belly down if he got aroused after his head was removed.

“Alright Ben, one head coming up,” Joe said, holding the rope tight.

“Hold on, loser gives head, remember? We left it open to interpretation on purpose. And with double or nothing, I’m claiming you get to give me a little sucky-sucky first before I take your noggin back to my place for the weekend. Too bad, I was thinking since Jess was gone, you could’ve just gotten away with a brojob and then have the house to your whole self all weekend. This is even better,” Ben beamed. “Don’t pout about it, it looks like you’re looking forward to it too,” he said as he undid his belt and dropped his pants.

Joe couldn’t hide it, his shorts pitching a tent in this compromised position. It was quite different not being the one in charge. And, Joe thought, he did owe him one after all and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He was staring at Ben upside down. “No pics, deal?”

“Deal,” agreed Ben. “But I do have a pretty photographic MEMORY,” and on the last word he thrusted into Joe’s throat. Perhaps right after golf wasn’t the best idea on Joe’s end, as in this upside down position Ben was able to drag his balls over and again over Joe’s face. Sliding in and out and testing the limits of his prize, Ben pumped faster and faster, and then put his hands around the back of Joe’s head and neck, cradling it.

The exotic thrill of it was getting to Joe, the unusual sight of seeing Ben’s balls and ass flash into his vision with each thrust, not to mention the surprise of the girth he was handling. Joe at that moment wished he had undid his own pants before Ben stuck his dick in his mouth, the pressure was building up. Better late than never. He took the chance to reach down to his belt and start to undo his zipper when Ben really began pulsing in Joe’s mouth and grabbed his neck tighter. Joe gave a playful bite and hard suck, causing Ben to release his seed. Joe gulped quickly to clear it, the salty sweat from Ben’s dick was enough flavor for now. Ben pulled Joe off his member and spun him right side up.

“Not bad, dude,” Ben gasped, catching his breath.

“Good, hope Jess doesn’t get jealous if I’m better.”

“Hey now she let me finish on her face, I was doing you a favor,” Ben laughed. “Tell your body bye and let’s go.”

Joe, caught up in the moment, didn’t realize he had already decapitated himself. When he went to take off his pants, he must’ve let go of the rope with his hand holding the blade. Ben spun him around to see his headless body with its pants around its ankles and still poking an erection through his underwear. The body was getting handsy trying to handle his boner.

“Hey body, go clean up and take care of yourself. Make sure the laundry, house and yard are in order before Jessica comes and treat her well too, if you know what I mean,” Joe winked towards his body. Did he need to wink? Either way, his body waved bye to his head and Ben. The body stepped out of his pants, then picked them up off the garage floor to walk into the house.

***

Joe rode in the cupholder of the truck back to Ben and Kate’s house. It was a smooth ride, his neck snugly surrounded by the plastic ring but he had to bite his tongue as he felt his body masturbate in the shower - at least his body did listen to him to wait a moment before letting loose. His body, primed by the action earlier, relished in the warm water trickling on his neck stump and when combined with two wet hands sliding up and down his shaft, it wasn’t long before Joe felt his body bust one in the shower. Joe was a little envious of the freedom his body would have this weekend.

Ben, with a knowing grin on his face, walked in holding Joe’s head in the crook of his arm and expected to see Kate back from her morning workout. Guess she was still out getting iced coffee, Ben thought.

“I’m going to hop in the shower, wanna come? Don’t worry man I’m drained out,” Ben asked. Joe declined, saying maybe later. Joe was internally hoping that his head could maybe catch one with Kate when she got back, if he played his cards right.  Ben replied, “Suit yourself, I’ll flip the TV on for you.” With that, Ben placed Joe’s head on the living room table next to a coffee table book and walked to the master bathroom.

Five minutes later, as Joe was catching up on last night’s sports highlights, Kate opened the door, sipping her drink and hanging up her yoga mat above the flip flops she took off. She brought in a package from the porch and set it on the dining room table, since it had Ben’s name on it. Mindlessly scrolling her phone, she walked and sat down on the couch and put her bare feet up, crossed, on top of the table. Her toes grazed something fuzzy, and scrunched on the unfamiliar object.

“HEY!” yelped Joe. Kate almost jumped off the couch in surprise. “Joe! I didn’t see you! I’m sorry! You almost scared my head off!” Kate said, holding down the top of her head. She then turned Joe around to face her.

“I’m sorry, I would’ve said something sooner but I liked the little head massage. As you can tell, I lost golf this time. It’s too bad, I was hoping to have Ben’s head as company since Jess is out of town to see her sister but alas, here I am.”

Kate lifted one heel back on top of Joe’s scalp. “I bet it burned Jess up to keep herself together a whole week so she wouldn’t fall apart at her sister’s.” She rotated her foot left and right on his head.

“You have no idea, especially after we got the new guillotine this week. Ben and I broke it in this morning…” Joe’s voice trailed off. He looked up at her leg over him and her other foot beside him.

Kate still heard the shower running from Ben. She had a window and she intended to use it. “You know, Jess says she likes putting her feet in your face. I’ve never tried it before. I just got out of hot yoga class, though.” She put her right big toe near Joe’s lips. “They might be smelly though, are you?...” she also trailed off, gauging his interest. She didn’t have to hear him answer.

Joe reached out with his tongue with a flirty flick across the bottom of her big toe. Kate stuck her big toe between his open mouth, his teeth gently biting her to hold on and licked around her toe. Kate enjoyed it, the rush of something new making her more bold. She slid the foot on top of his head to behind it, putting his head into a sexy, sweaty vice with her other foot in front of him. Joe kissed and sucked her toes, licked her sole as she stuck that in front of his face. Kate slid one hand into the front of her yoga pants and worked herself up, the other quickly snapped a picture of Joe’s head submitting to her feet. She’d send it to Jess later. She started to slide the other hand to her waistband, trying to push down her pants as she felt a soft wave roll up her spine.

In the heat of the moment, she felt the rush of temptation for something a bit more. Her husband could walk in on them any moment, would he mind? Kate took her feet off the table and leaned over to scoop up Joe’s head in her hands and bring him in for a kiss. A kiss! Joe and Kate opened their eyes in shock - Kate slid a tongue in before pulling back and realizing what she did.

“Are we allowed to…” Joe started, unsure of this other level of intimacy. He enjoyed it but didn’t want to go further than she wanted.

“I mean, it’s still within the ground rules, one of us is in pieces. Are you OK with it?” Kate asked, also checking his level of interest.

“Hell yeah,” Joe said softly, breathing heavily. “It’s just, haven’t kissed anyone else in a long time.”

“Me neither, but considering what you did to my ass the night we first chopped your head off, I think kissing is OK,” chuckled Kate. Joe agreed, laughing.

“Hey Kate! I guess you saw Joe’s here!” shouted Ben coming into the room. “Won him in golf today, finally it was my turn to win. Maybe he should’ve choked up on the shaft a bit more this morning,” he teased. Ben hadn’t seen what Kate and Joe were up to, not that he would’ve cared given the new relationship between the couples, but Kate still felt it was a little risque.

Ben told her the shower's still hot if she wanted to hop in. Kate thanked him, and asked if she could bring Joe. Ben said sure, unphased especially since he had already gotten off this morning, and noticed the package on the table. He opened it with the vigor of a Christmas morning.

“Oh shit, it’s here! The Legend of Twink, the Macarena of Limes! You both take care, I’ll catch you later,” and with that, Ben disappeared into the basement, where his system was rigged up to the big screen.

“Ugh, boys…” Kate rolled her eyes.

“Oh man, he got the game already? It’s supposed to be immersive, I don’t think he’ll be back any time soon,” Joe said.

“Well in that case, let’s go take that shower, and we can take it slow,” Kate purred. “It’ll be like making out in the rain.”

***

Joe, held up by Kate, gave all that he could. With sloppy energy as if it was their first ever make out session, Joe slid and licked her tongue and she would reciprocate. Kate would bite gently from time to time, teasing him. Just as Joe was about to want more, Kate pulled him off and held him out at full arm extension, giving him a full frontal view of the curvy yet athletic blonde. Joe soaked in the moment before Kate pressed him against her breasts. Joe reached out trying by hook or crook to taste her, but she set him down on the soap shelf.

“Taking it slow, remember?” Kate said, tempting him. She knew she had him all weekend, no need to rush it. Joe couldn’t be too upset, as now at the lower height he had better sightlines to her soapy snatch, cute tight belly, and those curvaceous cheeks he fantasized about back home. Come to think of it, his body must’ve picked up on his head’s arousal and he felt his hands go into his sweatpants on the couch back in his house. The body quickly brought itself to completion, and he felt it pull off its pants to go change his soiled boxers.

“Yeah, good with me!” Joe exclaimed supportively.

To be continued...