All five finished, Harvey started putting away the equipment. He shucked his rubber gloves last. "Well then, ready to play again?" He asked with a grin.

He blushed and said, "Do I have a choice in the matter?" His nipples and belly button ached, very sore from the piercing.

"No~" he sang. He gave the wheel a spin, watching where it landed. "Hmm..." he considered the new option. "Hmm, I suppose you could try a pole dance. Wanna give it a shot?" He asked with a curious grin. He wasn't sure the other could put on a good show.

He blushed and said, "Does that mean I get my arms free finally? And I think I can. What do you want to see in a pole dance," He asked, having an idea by the tone things had been taking.

Harvey nodded. "I think I can let your arms free. But you'd better behave, I've got a lot more than a cattle prod." He went over and undid one of the others arms, then the other, keeping the prod in hand. He'd turned it up high as well. He flicked a switch, and lights illuminated a shiny steel pole. "Go for sexy. Flexible. You're a showman, figure it out," he huffed.

He smiled a little, and said, "Oh yeah. I can do that." He went over and touched the pole with a grin, before pausing. "Before I start, I was wondering something. Since you like gamboling and games of chance so much, I was wondering if I could make a little bet with you. I know your in charge, so what you say goes, but hear me out. If I do a good enough job and can make you grow, um hard, then we end the wheel game. But if I fail, then I'll do the punishment for this task?"

Harvey didn't even think about that option. "No." He said flatly. "The key to being a good gambling man, which I'm not I like games, not necessarily of chance, but the key is to know when your bets are bad." He knew he'd get hard watching the other. It would be too easy.

He sighed, but leaned on the bar, holding it gently with his hands. "I'm ready when you are," He said, waiting for the go-ahead to start.

Harvey grabbed a stool and took a seat. He hit another button, turning on some sexy music to dance to. It was just up beat enough to be entertaining. It had no words either, but the occasional moan and groan.

(Dick can't possibly loose this, or can he :) )

He went to the pole and reached up, trying to climb it, before frowning as his hand slid right down it. He tried a different spot, but got the same results. The pole was greasy, almost like it had been covered in butter. He frowned and turned around, "No fair, the pole's covered in some kind of grease. I can't possibly do it when its like this."