((Okay - voting time - who wins the bet? Vince or Gio?))

"Wakey, wakey Cinderella!"

Vince started awake and instantly scrambled backwards away from Gio's gloating voice, shaking his blind hooded face. He had no idea how he'd fallen asleep last night, he'd just paused in his desperate search for the door... and must just drifted off. He continued to scramble backwards until he hit the wall, and then he felt the collar tighten around his neck and felt himself being yanked to his feet. Gio slid his arm tightly through Vince's and frog-marched him through the door, into his bedroom, then out into the lounge. Unbelievably glad to leave the cell and still feeling a little dazed, Vince didn't resist him.

"Sleep well?" Gio asked brightly, forcing Vince onto a bar stool.

Vince shook his head, his verbal protest not audible through the gag and hood as Gio slipped a set of foot-cuffs onto his ankles, looping the chain through the cross-bar of the stool.

"What a shame," Gio cooed, sounding utterly unsympathetic.

Gio unlocked Vince's wrists momentarily, to attach a length of chain to one wrist and feed it through a metal bracket screwed onto the surface of the breakfast bar and attached it to the other wrist. Vince tugged at it, but found that his wrists were effectively trapped to the table’s surface. Gio slid the stool, with Vince on it, under the bar and took another couple of pictures, admiring him, before stepping close and starting to undo the back of the hood.

Vince sucked in a deep breath as the sweaty latex was pulled away. He fixed his baleful eyes on Gio, who blew him a kiss and started to unbuckle the head harness. Vince felt the straps give and tried to push the massive pear out of his mouth, but it wouldn't move, it seemed glued to his mouth. His eyes wide with panic, he made some inarticulate noises at Gio, gesturing towards his mouth.

"Let me," Gio said with a fake long-suffering sigh, amusement dancing in his black eyes.

He yanked Vince's jaw down roughtly, but eased out the massive rubber plug with surprising delicacy, trying not to bang any of Vince’s teeth as it popped out, now dripping with saliva.

"Better?" Gio asked, setting the gag on the table.

"I hate you," Vince said tiredly, resting his forehead on the breakfast bar, adjusting his seat on the stool to take the pressure off the plug in his butt.

"Trust me, you know nothing of hate. Yet," Gio said pleasantly, filling a glass with water and sticking a straw in it. "How's the hangover?"

Vince just grimaced and caught the straw in his mouth, draining the glass in seconds. Gio popped some pills into his hand and Vince looked suspiciously at them.

"They're painkillers," Gio stated, boredom in his tones. "But we both know you're going to take them because if you don't, I'll make you, and enjoy every second of it."

Still reticent, Vince sighed and obediently opened his mouth. Gio carefully placed the pills on his tongue, and, as Vince swallowed, set another glass of water infront of him.

"I don't suppose there's any chance that you'll let me go home so I can curl up in a ball and die quietly is there?" Vince asked after a moment.

"Nope," Gio looked at Vince, musing. "I am prepared to tape you up into a ball and leave you on my sofa for the morning though?"

Vince rested his head on the table again, the cold surface soothing on his forehead.

"It’s disturbing how that actually sounds like a half decent plan," He remarked.

Gio turned around and started bustling around the kitchen.

"I'll make breakfast, and then, depending on how well you behave, you can kip on my sofa while I game," Gio stated. "I make the best omelettes this side of the continent."

Vince looked at Gio.

"It's a nice offer, but I'd really rather..." Vince began, a wheedling tone in his voice

"I can find something else to put in that mouth," Gio said warningly, lowering a spatula at Vince dangerously

Vince shut up quickly.

The omelettes were good, Vince had to admit, even if he did have to go through the humiliation of being fed them like a child. And now he was sat on the sofa watching Gio game. He had all the gear, Vince thought snidely, the most up to date console, the high-speed internet link, the custom skins on the console and controllers with the special padding, the bespoke headset that he was shouting Italian cuss-words down, but watching his skill behind it, he wasn't that good. All the gear, no idea.

"There's a stalker behind that build..." Vince began, then gave a sly smile of satisfaction as the alien leapt out and chewed the head off Gio's character.

Gio turned to look at Vince, pausing the game before his character could respawn.

"You think you're a good gamer huh?"

"Better than you," Vince said, before he could stop himself.

"Really?" Gio's dark eyes sparked. "You think you could take me on?"

"I could thrap you," Vince boasted.

For a moment he was sure that he was about to get dusted again, but Gio didn't even look upset, just intrigued.

"You prepared to make a bet?"

Vince gaped at Gio, certain the guy had really lost it now.

"Oh come on, I don't have my wallet on me - as you very well know!"

"Oh, I wasn't thinking money," Gio looked across at Vince, then physically turned in place on the sofa to stare at his captive. "If you beat me, I let you out and drive you home."

"Deal," Vince said instantly, his heart speeding up at the thought of escape.

Gio pulled back, looking surprised, and then amused.

"You don't know what happens if I win yet," Gio pointed out.

Vince snorted.

“Yeah, like that’s going to happen,” He said derisively. “You might as well get your car keys right now.”

Gio gave a sharklike grin, eyeing up his arrogant house-guest, his eyes lingering on the tight blue lycra slightly longer than was necessary.

"If I win,” Gio persisted. “You come on a week-long holiday with me."

Vince froze, looking at Gio with uncertainty as he considered what a horrible week that would be for him. He swallowed, and all the cockiness had been drained out of his voice when he next spoke.

"I take it that I won't be getting out much during that holiday?"

Gio just grinned, revealing his brilliant white teeth – looking more carnivorous than ever. Vince hesitated, chewing his lip, then shrugged a shoulder, his bravado reappearing.

"You won't win,” He said confidently. “So deal."

Gio grinned, diving forwards to grab the other controller, activating it and dumping it into Vince's lap.

"Game on,” he announced, restarting the game.

"Wait! What? Hang on!" Vince blurted out, staring down at the controller.

His hands were still trapped inside the inflated gloves, and as he stared helplessly from his massively swollen hands to the seemingly tiny little controller, it vibrated in his lap, right over his trapped cock. He gave a sharp gasp and looked up to see that his character had just died, spectacularly. Vince glared at Gio.

"This isn't fair!" He protested loudly.

Gio gave that feral smile, gunning down a pair of aliens with unnecessary relish.

"I never said it was going to be fair Cinderella,” He jibed. “You agreed to the deal, and you never mentioned anything about needing your hands back."

Gio watched as Vince's character respawned, then promptly shot him in the back, making the controller dance in Vince's lap again, grinning at Vince's whimper.

"Better hurry up, you're two deaths down already."

Cursing, Vince looked down at the controller. The triggers were definitely out of the question, so he couldn't shoot or sprint, and he didn't have the control to use the D pad or the buttons, but he could use the thumbsticks. Gio was already 5 deaths down, all he had to do was stay out of the way and not get killed any more times and he'd automatically outrank Gio and win the game. It was a risky strategy, but it was all he had. Using the massive mitts, he tried to navigate the map, but it wasn't long before another player sniped him and the controller danced in his lap again.

"Who are you playing with Gio?" A voice jibed from the screen. "Your granny?"

"Nah, my cousin," Gio lied smoothly. "She thinks she's good at gaming."

Vince scowled at Gio, who grinned and shot him again. Gio had obviously been playing up to Vince earlier, he wasn’t half as bad a gamer as he had been making out, as he hadn't died again. It was now 4 deaths to 5 and that was entirely too close. Vince threw himself into it, desperately flitting around the map, trying to keep out of the way of all the hostile creatures and the other players, but it wasn't long before the controller gave him another vibe, and he watched in horror as his character fell to the cracked pavement.

"Oh dear Cinderella, looks like you lost," Gio sneered as the leaderboard came up, with Vince sat straight at the bottom of it. "Maybe this game is just too complicated for you."

"What a big bloody surprise," Vince snapped, outrage pouring out of him. "You cheated!"

"Well, you didn't expect me to play fair now did you?" Gio demanded derisively. “You’re a naïve idiot if you think I’d ever fight honourably. That’s not how winning works.” Gio sat to the one side and pulled his phone out of his pocket, glancing at the time. “As much as I’d love a rematch, I’ve got a video conference in a few minutes," he said dully. "Boring..."

He looked at Vince thoughtfully, then quit the multiplayer part of the game, and hesitated before quitting entirely, turning back towards Vince, tapping his long fingers on the controller.

"Tell you what, double or nothing," He said thoughtfully.

Vince stared at him, not wanting to be tricked again. Gio seemed to be mulling it over, like he was slowly concocting the idea in his head.

"I'll put it on single player campaign mode,” Gio stated. “If you complete… one level by the time my meeting finishes, the original bet is off and I'll drive you home, no quibbling. If I get back and you haven't beat the level, I get you for 2 weeks."

Vince gaped at Gio, trying to work out if he was serious or not. Gio gazed back levelly, head tilted slightly to one side.

"How long will your meeting be?" Vince asked after a moment.

"40 minutes, an hour, something like that," Gio shrugged.

He could easily complete one of the levels in a 10 minutes at home if he skipped through all the cutscenes, but with his current handicaps…

"Will you take these mitts off me?" Vince asked, looking down at his massive spheres for hands.

"Nope,” Gio said calmly.

"Then how am I supposed to play?" Vince demanded.

Gio shrugged his shoulders, utterly unconcerned, slouching on the sofa.

"You can complete the game in stealth mode without killing anything. I've never managed it, but then, you're supposed to be such a good gamer..." Gio remarked lazily.

Vince wavered. Any shot at freedom was worth it, right? But 2 weeks alone with Gio? That sounded like hell. But then, if he was going to have to manage one week already... Maybe if he avoided Gio after this weekend, he wouldn't have to go on holiday with him, but Gio and Dita were tight and he couldn't avoid her... Gio watched Vince's internal argument emotionlessly, then shrugged again, stretching lazily.

"Go to the bathroom and take a leak and let me know what you think," Gio said with a yawn, his jaw cracking impressively as he did.

Vince felt a spike of hope. To let him go to bathroom Gio was going to have to let him out of the suit right? He might be able to make a break for it. Vince stumbled to his feet, momentarily forgetting the ankle-cuffs he was still wearing. Gio watched in high amusement as Vince hobbled over to him, then pulled away the section covering Vince's dick.

"Bathroom's over there," Gio pointed to a door. "There isn't a lock on the door, so don't get any ideas."

Vince stared down, aghast. He'd forgotten about the detachable sections of the suit. He could see his own caged weenie looking sadly back at him.

"How am I supposed to aim like this?" he demanded of Gio, showing his hands and the cage.

"Sit down," Gio said flatly, as if explaining to an idiot.

"What if I need to take a dump?" he asked desperately.

Gio looked at Vince.

"Then you're going to have to hold it," He said coolly. "Get on with it."

Vince scowled at him, then slowly limped away, cursing Gio with every foul word he could think of inside his head. When he returned, Gio was stood in front of a pillar in the middle of the lounge, a big metal beam that disappeared up into the ceiling, a roll of duct-tape in one hand.

"Well, what's your decision?" Gio asked.

Vince looked worriedly at the tape, but nodded.

"Well it beats sitting around waiting for you to come back," He said grimly.

"Excellent," Gio pointed to the base of the pillar. "Sit."

Vince looked. Gio had put a doormat on the floor at the base of the pillar - one of those bristly mats that people scraped their boots off on. It didn't look particularly comfortable...

"Thanks for the thought, but I'm really fine on the sofa and..."

In one smooth motion, Gio stepped forwards, caught Vince by the upper arm and did a neat little sweep-kick, knocking his feet out from under him. Vince fell, but as he did, Gio held him up by the arm with one hand, using his other to yank away a section of the suit before lowering him onto the mat and pinning his back to the metal pillar with his knee. Vince struggled, trying to get back up, then grimaced and held very still. Gio had pulled away a section of the suit that had previously covered his still very sore buttocks, meaning that now it was pressed in close contact to the scratchy mat. Every movement he made jabbed at the skin as the bristles moved underneath him.

"If you'd gone down without being a smart-arse, I'd've left the suit in place," Gio informed him, slapping tape onto his chest and wrenching it around the pillar with a scream from the spool. "But then, Dita did tell me you are incapable of not being a smart-arse."

Vince scowled at Gio, trying to punch him, but his inflated hands just bounced off Gio without making much of an impact besides making Gio laugh. Gio kept winding the tape more and more tightly around Vince like a second skin, keeping his back firmly pressed against the metal pillar. He very carefully avoided Vince's arms, wrapping underneath them so that he could still move his useless hands around. After Vince's lower chest and stomach had vanished under a thick layer of silver, Gio finally bit off the end and smoothed it off, directly in front of Vince's navel, where his inflated hands would be able to get to, but unable to do anything about. Vince looked down helplessly. From below his pectorals, it was all silver, and when he half-heartedly rocked against his bonds, they didn't give a millimetre. His only reward was a jab from the spikes under his butt and he scowled at Gio.

"You really are a fucking sadist," Vince snapped at him.

"I know," Gio said cheerfully. "I learned from the best. And I'm also not done."

Gio caught Vince's legs and pulled them out in front of him, taping them together from his ankles to his knees. He then pushed Vince's feet up so that his knees were off the floor, just under eye-level, then taped Vince's feet in place so that they couldn't slide back down. With his legs at this angle, it forced Vince to put more weight onto his butt and this crush it further into the matting. Gio tilted his head, surveying Vince's plight.

"Hmmm, before I try and do anything elaborate..."

He caught Vince's one wrist and pulled it back behind the pillar, before catching the other and clipping them both to each other, keeping them behind Vince's back and out of the way.

"Well, before I try anything, I better stop that little motor-mouth of yours before the meeting starts..." Gio reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of purple panties with lace around the leggings. "I had a girl throw these at me while I was on the runway the once, I've kept them as a good luck charm since then. I do hope that they were clean..."

"I am not putting those in my mouth."

"We'll see," Gio reached forwards and pulled open the flaps over Vince's nipples. "Either you can be a good boy and open your mouth for me, or you can be a bad boy and give me an excuse to hurt you."

Vince almost growled at Gio.

"I am not going to make your life any easier - go to hell."

Gio shrugged and pinched Vince's nipple hard. At Vince's instinctive cry of pain, he jammed the balled up knickers inside Vince's mouth and clapped a hand over his jaw to hold it in.

"Not duct tape this time," Gio told him, feeling inside his pocket. "Rubber tape this time."

He pulled out a smaller roll of bright pink tape and tore off a long strip, smearing it tightly over Vince's mouth, so every contour of his lips was visible, puckered up under the tape.

"Awh, kissy face," Gio purred, planting a kiss on Vince's mouth and laughing as Vince yanked away and whacked his head off the metal pillar in the process. "Idiot."

Gio picked up the gaming controller from nearby and set it in his lap, right over his incapacitated dick, and then very carefully started taping it in place so it wouldn't move from exactly where it was, the battery pack nestled hard against Vince's most intimate area. Gio gave the controller a testing tug and, happy that it wasn't going anywhere, nodded his satisfaction and checked his watch.

"Right, I need to go log on..." He grinned at Vince. "Comfy?"

At Vince's glower, he just blew him a kiss.

"Want to know a secret?" he asked, snapping a few pictures. "I don't even care who wins this bet. Seeing you like this is worth it, regardless. But then..." Gio grinned. "If you lose, I can keep you like this for 2 weeks solid if I want."

He knelt over Vince and used the controller to log in and go into one person campaign mode, seemingly unintentionally grinding it against Vince, but from the sly smile he was wearing, Vince would have sworn that he was doing it on purpose. Gio started the game, and then reached behind the pillar, unclipping Vince's wrists before plopping himself comfortably down on the sofa, picking up his tablet and logging into Skype.

Vince tried to move the controller from his crotch, but it was taped in too well, and as the opening cutscene started with an intense series of vibrations he groaned, feeling his dick press up tightly against the cage he was wearing, whimpering slightly as he bucked his hips slightly and drove his butt deeper into the welcome mat.

"Hello Charles, Laura, it's lovely to see you both. Can you just bear with me one second, I've forgotten something..."

Vince looked up as Gio walked towards him. For a moment he thought wildly that he was going to get some kind of reprieve, but then he felt 2 crocodile clips tighten over his defenceless nipples, and saw Gio's evil grin.

"Make one noise and you'll wish that you were never born," Gio murmured pleasantly.

He walked back to the sofa, trailing a piece of string that Vince saw, in utter horror, was attached to the clips, and as he settled himself back down, he gave a vindictive tug on it. Tears filling his eyes, Vince managed to hold back a scream with difficulty, focusing on the game. He had 40 minutes to beat this level, and he was going to give it his best damn shot.