Poker Night V02 Part 04

Lance stared just a bit confused as to what all was going on. Suddenly it was his deal. He’d only been paying a little bit of attention but he could tell that Coach Hildebrandt wouldn’t be playing much anymore. The coach had clearly gotten more than he could have ever imagined and he wasn’t about to risk any of it. Henry was getting antsy. After losing just about everything he ever knew it looked like he was about to bet anything to get it back. His eyes were focused on nothing but the cards. He couldn’t stop rocking back and forth in anticipation for the next deal.

Matt had his same cocky grin on, eager to get started even though he didn’t know what was about to happen. He was still on a bit of a high from the last round. After taking away Henry’s football skill he clearly loved this game. The only thing that ever brought him back down was Kyle sitting right next to him. The guy didn’t take the game seriously at all. Lance had no idea what to make of it. He just didn’t seem to care but he was always the one who wanted to play. It was so strange but at the same time he never seemed to win. 

“Ready?” Kyle asked. It was like he knew Lance was thinking about him. 

“Uhh… Yeah,” Lance muttered as he passed the cards out. 

“3 muscle,” Matt said as he tossed the 3 maroon chips into the center.

“Same,” Kyle tossed in the same.

“Fold,” Coach Hildebrandt said. He didn’t even look at his cards. 

“C’mon man. Don’t be a bitch. We’re playin a game here,” Matt growled.

Coach just looked over his body again and scoffed. “When you get close to your fifties you can brag all you want about how good it is. I ain’t about to chance this for that.” 

Matt just rolled his eyes, “whatever. Be a bitch.” Coach just sent him one finger and went back to his phone. It looked like he was already making a dating app to show off his muscular body.

“5 pounds of fat…” Henry groaned as he tossed the orange chips. 

“1 inch,” Lance groaned as he tossed in a green chip. He started off with a pair of fives. It was at least something. Compared to the rest of the night he couldn’t deny that he’d at least be able to play something with this hand. “Everyone in?” 

“Yep,” Matt leaned forward. “Give me 2.”

“3,” Kyle said.

“3…” Henry groaned. The longer the night went on the more depressed he seemed to get.

“And 2 for me…” Lance said as he dealt himself two more cards. He was hoping to just be able to pair the other card and then bank off that. It would have been the best hand he’d had all night. But instead he actually pulled out that third five. His eyes lit up. 

“Got something nice?” Matt taunted. “Probably can’t be me though.”

“We’ll see,” Lance stared back. “Go ahead and bet.”

“6 more pounds of muscle,” Matt said. “If you think you can beat me I guess it’s good for you to bet.” That sentence caught him off guard. Normally all Matt did was tear everyone else down. Sure it was a statement of superiority but it still only praised himself. It didn’t really put anyone else down.

“Same,” Kyle smiled. He seemed to still be having a lot of fun despite not really caring. However Lance couldn’t stop looking at Matt. The fact that he’d only given himself a compliment was still suspicious. And the way Kyle was acting made it all the weirder. Normally he’d only stay in to strengthen the pot. 

Lance’s eyes went wide. Muscle was exactly what he wanted. Sure it wasn’t much but any was better than none. Lance bit the inside of his lip. Should he really go on a hunch like this? It didn’t really make much sense. But at the same time he was at a point where he didn’t have all that much to lose either.

“Fuck it,” Henry growled as he tossed his cards into the center. I don’t even want to bother.

“C’mon man. Too afraid to see what I’ve got?” Matt taunted even more.

“Why don’t you just tell me,” Henry glared back.

“You’ll have to pay to see. It’s really good,” he was just bragging now. It was too much. Compared to the other hands he would have called Henry a bitch. Or insulted his manhood or something. But right now he couldn’t stop bragging. He couldn’t stop praising himself. It was too suspicious. 

“I’ll raise,” Lance stopped, trying to think what he’d want to bet. Should he just bet another inch in his height? He was already so short it wouldn’t make that much of a difference. Or just go with losing some more muscle? He cringed at the thought of betting anymore of his dick size. “I’ll bet—“

“Wait,” Matt stopped Lance before he could bet.

Lance looked at him confused. “What?”

“I want you to bet your heterosexuality,” Matt grinned. 

“W-what?!” Lance was taken aback. That was the last thing he ever wanted to bet. The thought about giving up the last thing that made him who he was, was just too much. “I-I-I can’t do that,” he stared at the three 5’s in his hand. The only thing he had to go off of was two unconfirmed hunches. There was no way for him to know what Matt actually had. It was just a chance. But if he lost that chance he’d be gay. “Fuck…”

“Then I don’t know…” Matt said. “I thought you were saying you had a good hand. But compared to this I guess why would you want to risk it?”

Lance paused again. There it was. He wasn’t berating or calling him a fag. He was bragging. The only times he did that was when he didn’t have much. But compared to the rest of the hands tonight a 3 of a kind wasn’t all that much. In any normal game he would have proudly risked it. But right now he wasn’t so sure. “Fuck…” he whined again. But then he thought back to Dominic and Ryan. They seemed really happy together. Dominic had been going from girl to girl like it was nothing but now he was happily still with Ryan. He’d always seemed like he was looking for the next big hit but now he’d found it. Lance let out a sigh. “One thing. If you lose you have to take mine and Henry’s sexually submissive,” he paused wondering how to end the sentence, “ness?”

“I what?” Matt’s face dropped, his brow furrowed as he stared deep into Lance’s eyes.

“If you lose you’ll have to be sexually submissive to your partner,” Lance shrugged. “But I doubt that’s going to happen right? You’ve got such a good hand. That’s what you’ve been bragging about for the last couple of minutes.”

“But Henry already folded,” Matt objected.

“Ehh… So?” Lance shrugged. “Should that really matter? I mean you’re just going to win anyway so I don’t know why that’d even be a problem.”

“I think it’s a fun idea,” Kyle interjected.

Matt turned to Kyle and glared. The cards crumbled under his hand as he clenched his fist. “Fine,” he growled.

“Sounds like a plan then. Now does Henry want to offer them up?”

“Fuck yeah,” he threw his hand over the pile and dropped all the sexually submissive chips into the center. “If I’m going to be a big fat loser I might as well make him submissive.”

“Sounds good,” Lance breathed. “Pot’s right?” He wasn’t giving Matt a choice. If Matt really wanted him to be gay he’d have to risk the one thing he prided himself on, his sexual superiority.

"Oh no, I still need to bet," Kyle smiled. "Is it okay if I just bet 2 inches on my dick and some of my testosterone. Apparently my balls and dick just kept getting bigger the older I got. Hopefully that's not too much of a problem."

Matt gripped his cards even tighter. He was obviously only thinking about Lance. After not betting the entire night, he finally felt like he had something. Something worth risking his heterosexuality. 

"Alright. Pot's right?" Lance asked again. Kyle nodded. 

“Pots right,” Matt growled. “2 pair, 7’s and 4’s.”

“Shit! 3 of a kind bitch! Fuck yeah!” Lance cheered. He jumped up from the ground and shoved his finger into Matt’s face. “Eat up bitch!” 

Matt swatted the finger out of his face and snarled. “Fuck you. I don’t have to do shit.”

“That’s not a good idea,” Kyle glared. His voice was deep and didn't have the same jovial tone he'd had all night. There was something more threatening in his face than just a normal glare. Even with all of Matt’s confidence he couldn’t help but feel the shiver run down his spine. For the first time in a long time he was scared. “We all agreed to the game. It’d be a bit of a problem if you weren’t to follow the rules.” 

Everyone stared for a second before Matt nodded his head. “Fine…” he groaned. The chips seemed to have separated themselves for him to grab. They pulled into his hand and he could feel his mind changing a little bit. He was getting hard over the idea of Lance calling him a bitch. His dick thickened and rolled down his leg as he thought about what someone like Lance could do to him. Despite being so small he had a bit of a hot head. Not afraid to speak his mind. He’d been walking around like he was a good foot taller than he actually was and Matt hated that about him. Someone like Lance was supposed to be a bitch. Someone who listens to what they’re told. But what if he listened to Lance.

His dick throbbed in his shorts as he thought about it more. The feeling was overwhelming. He’d always loved the idea of dominating other men but fuck… That just didn’t sound as nice all of a sudden. He found himself leaning more into the bench beneath him showing off his ass to Lance. He wiggled it back and forth. 

“Matt,” Lance finally said. The single word brought him out of his trance like state. He shot up and massaged his shorts trying to hide the boner between his legs. It didn’t help much as it could still clearly be seen. “You alright?”

“Yeah…” he grunted. “Don’t call me a bitch.” His voice was a little breathy as he said it. As he looked up and down Lance’s body he couldn’t help but stare a little bit. ‘Stop it,’ he scolded himself under his breath. 

Lance was too busy taking his spoils as to care. A good 15 pounds of muscle and a couple more pounds of fat. It’d put him over 150 pounds. Sure that wasn’t too much but he figured he’d at least be able to lift the 25 pound weights a little bit better. Plus his medium sized shirt molded around his chest and shoulders and he had a bit of an ass pushing out from his shorts. Not to mention his dick that pressed even harder against the fabric. He couldn't help but smile that he had gotten quite a bit more out of that three of a kind.

“You’re not gonna take your heterosexuality chips?” Matt asked. His legs shuffled around trying to hide the boner that was rapidly becoming more and more apparent.

Lance looked at the person who’d been tormenting him since he’d gotten smaller. “I’m still thinking about it.”