Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 54: Flashback

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	The screens before Arnold went blank and there was a whirring
motion as the electric motors lifted the curtain which surrounded the
stage. It was dark. A clanking sound could be heard and, as a single light
threw its beam straight down, Ed could be seen hunched over the edge of the
bench, curling the weight. He completed fifteen reps and then sat up and
changed hands. He then hunched back over and ran through fifteen on his
other arm.  When he was finished with those he set the weights down on the
floor, sat up again and flexed first one arm and then the other, running
his opposite hand over the crest of each bicep as it swelled.
	Still, the only illumination in the room was the single shaft of
light shining directly down on him. He looked around the room, spotted
something outside the pool of light and went to retrieve it, disappearing
into the darkness. He came back with an identically loaded dumbbell and
began tricep curls, the weights held behind his head, his upper arms
sticking straight into the air. He raised his forearms, pressing the
weights up until they were fully extended. The huge muscles exploded. With
each rep they grew bigger and bigger. When he was done with these, he again
flexed his arms and checked the condition of the recently worked muscle
groups.
	Ed worked his way through a series of exercises that involved the
bench and these two weights, ending with an agonizing set of military
presses that made his deltoids swell so large they looked as if the skin
would split.
	As he set the weights down the lights on stage got brighter until
the entire room could be seen. He walked around, touching things, kicking
things, drying off with a towel, running his hands over parts of his body
as he flexed different muscle groups. He was obviously killing time,
waiting for someone or something. Every once in a while he would
absentmindedly reach down and scratch or squeeze or move his genitals
around in his jockstrap. As he pressed against them it would become evident
just how much flesh there was being contained there. He finally made it
over to the chin-up bar and did a few sets with different hand holds. By
the time he was finished his tank top was very wet and sticking to his
chest and abdomen. Already his nipples were hard, peeking out on either
side of the material as it clung to the inner curves of his pecs.
	He straddled the bench and sat down again, the opening in the leg
of his shorts revealing the distended fabric of his jockstrap to one of the
cameras. His right hand reached across his chest and began to stroke the
outer curve of his left pectoral. His finger wandered up around the nipple
and he suddenly grabbed it between the nails of his thumb and forefinger
and pinched it hard. His face erupted in a storm of agony, but he continued
to clamp down on. He threw his left arm behind him, leaned back and began
arching his back, lifting his hips as though some invisible force was
hoisting him by his cock. The higher his hips went, the more pronounced the
huge bulge in the front of his gym shorts became. His right hand suddenly
deserted his nipple and dove for his crotch. He grabbed the bulge
violently, ground his hips against the pressure of his hand for several
seconds and finally collapsed back on the bench, his hands dropping to his
sides, his huge chest heaving, his head fallen forward onto his chest.
	Arnold stepped through the door below the booth and went straight
for the chin-up bar. He completed the same set of exercises that Ed had
just performed and then moved over to the cable flies. He routed the cables
under the floor pulleys, set the weight and began cross lifts. His huge
shoulders immediately swelled and threatened the tensile strength of his
own skin. About halfway through the set Ed looked up and fixed his eyes on
his partner. When Arnold was through with this set he sent the cables
through the second floor pulley and started a set bent over at the
waist. Now the huge bulges on the backs of his deltoids and the muscles of
his upper back began to leap and swim under his skin. Ed moved into Arnold
from behind and pressed his crotch against Arnold's hard, firm ass,
grinding it against the other man's crack. Arnold continued his efforts
unaffected by Ed's attentions. When he was finished he moved to the bench,
his absence revealing an increase in the proportion of the bulge in Ed's
shorts. Ed again pressed his hand hungrily into his crotch and ground it
against the load there. Arnold sat down on the bench, took the same
dumbbells Ed had worked with and set himself to the same tasks.
	Ed stood back and watched until Arnold was finished. He then moved
towards a barbell with several hundred pounds of weight on it. Arnold
stepped to the other end and together they lifted it into the cradle above
the bench. Ed loosened his weight belt, pulled his tank top off, threw it
in a corner and then refastened his belt. His firm, flat abdomen and hard,
curved pecs stood out proudly. He did a few stretches which caused every
muscle on his body to swell and then laid down on the bench. Arnold moved
to the top of it and prepared to spot him. Ed rubbed his hands on the sides
of his gym shorts, grabbed the bar and nodded to Arnold, who grabbed the
bar as well and, together, their muscles bulging, lifted it out of the
cradle and waited until Ed's control of the weight had stabilized. Again Ed
nodded and Arnold removed his hands from the bar, his huge muscles relaxing
slightly.
	Ed began to press the bar. Pecs and triceps swelled larger with
each rep. Each lift became harder until the last one set his arms to
shaking, his face locked in a grimace of determination. His lips were
pursed and he forced a thin stream of air out between them as he centered
his concentration and got the heavy bar in the air one final time. Arnold
grabbed it at the top of Ed's motion and helped him move it back into the
cradle. Arnold leaned against the cradle, his eyes drinking the sight of
his partner's muscular torso thirstily. Ed's arms hung for a moment from
the bar and then his hands wandered to Arnold's thick, beefy thighs. He ran
them up to the bottom of Arnold's shorts and then his fingers snuck up
inside. Arnold's head fell back and a low, delicious groan flowed from his
throat. Ed reached inside Arnold's jockstrap and rearranged the huge load
there so Arnold's cock was no longer tucked between his legs. He stretched
the fabric of the cup around the massive cock and gave it one final
pat. Then his hands came out, pressed hard against the fabric on his thighs
so that Arnold's cockbulge would be displayed prominently. He encircled it
with his fingers so that it pressed out even further.
	Arnold ground his hips forward against Ed's attentions for several
moments and then moved to the side of the bench. He repeated the ritual of
removing his shirt, stretched and flexed and then lay down to take the
weight. Ed spotted him through the exercise, helped him replace the bar
when he was finished and then was subjected to a rearranging of the
genitals which included his thick, semi-tumescent cock being released from
its confines and allowed to hang free for a moment, the heavy, pendulous
head appearing below the leg of his shorts. Arnold stroked the exposed
glans and ran his fingernail around the slit. He then lifted his upper
body, opened his mouth, took the very tip of Ed's cock in and gave it a
quick suck. Slowly, he lowered himself to the bench, re-imprisoned Ed's
cock in the jock strap and then stood up.
	The two men locked gazes for several seconds, lust dripping between
them. Each of them allowed one of their hands to move to their own crotch
and press against the outline of their cocks which were becoming more
prominent. The harder they pressed, the bigger the bulges got until it was
evident that they were both in a great deal of discomfort. Their eyes never
left the other's. They dared each other to be the first to back down, the
first to rip their clothing off and free their massive cock. Their agony
became more intense, their bodies strained against the pain of their hard,
confined cocks, their muscles swelling as well. When it became obvious that
neither would succumb they tore their hands away from their crotches
simultaneously and launched into a rapid fire, high-powered, no effort
spared, muscle bursting, heart throbbing series of exercises that increased
in intensity until they were both completely dripping in sweat. Their cocks
got no softer, in fact they became even more painfully erect. Several times
during their efforts each of them had to stop to make adjustments to their
genitals to keep them from getting in the way of their movements.
	Finally, while Ed was lying on the bench pumping his already
inflamed pectorals with a couple of free weights of one hundred pounds
each, Arnold could stand it no longer. He walked around to the foot of the
bench, grabbed the buckle of Ed's weight belt, unfastened it and, grabbing
the waistband of Ed's shorts and jockstrap, ripped them off his body,
throwing them across the room. Ed's painfully huge erection, released from
its confinement, flapped up and landed with a thump on his hard, rigid
abdomen. Small droplets of fluid flew across the room as his cock sprayed
its pre-cum in an arc that matched its travel. Several drops landed on
Arnold and the huge man scraped them off his skin with his finger and
licked and devoured the precious fluid. Ed continued to press the weights
together over his chest, his biceps and pectorals swollen. Arnold moved
slowly to his friend, dropped to his knees between Ed's spread legs and
grabbed the huge cock that lay before him. Ed was in the middle of a rep
and, as Arnold's hand encircled his cock, he let out a loud scream that
could be heard by the audience without the aid of microphones and
speakers. His pectorals contracted, the weights bashed together in the air
over his chest, his hips bucked into the air and cum came exploding out of
his cock and flew everywhere. Each flight of the hot, sticky substance was
accompanied by another ear-shattering scream until, when the last of his
orgasm had subsided, he fell back into silence and continued the exercise.
	When he finished, he set the weights on the floor beside the bench
and stood. His cock was as hard, as dark, as vicious, as hungry for release
as it had been before his violent orgasm. He grabbed its huge length and
began pumping the thick shaft with a desperation that told of a incredible
need to release yet again. Arnold again moved, on his knees, to the crotch
of his friend and took the enormous phallus in his mouth. He drove his head
forward and, in one sudden move, swallowed the entire cock to the hilt. He
mashed his face against Ed's hard abdomen, nuzzled his nose into the bush
of pubic hair and then pulled all the way off it. Ed's cock was so engorged
with blood it was almost black. The huge mushroom-shaped glans was swollen
and painful. Arnold licked at it a few times with the tip of his tongue and
then dove onto it again, taking it fully down his throat. He repeated this
several times, each attack greeted with a deep grunt and powerful hip
thrust from Ed.
	Finally, Ed could take the irregularity of this attack no
more. "Come on, Arnie. Suck me. Suck me good. I gotta cum again,
Arnie. Suck me. Now. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, so good. You suck me good,
Arnie. Real good. Come on, make me cum. I gotta cum, Arnie. Ooo, my cock
hurts, so bad, Arnie. Make it cum. I feel like my whole body's gotta
cum. Look at me, Arnie. Look at my whole body gettin' a hard-on. I'm
gettin' real hard, Arnie. You're makin' me real hard. Oh, yeah. Oh,
yeah. Yeah. Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh
shit. Yeah. I'm cummin' Arn. Faster. Faster. Oh. Oh. Shit. Suck me. Suck
me. Suck me. Suck me. Suck me. Aw. Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Fuck. I'm cummin'. I
wanna see me cum. Lemme see. Lemme see. Oh. Unh. Unh. Unh."
	Arnold pulled his head off Ed's cock as he felt the first shot of
cum travel up the shaft. He backed his head away from Ed's crotch, aimed
the thick monster straight ahead and took the several wads on the
face. Ed's powerful hips flung the loads of cum hard against him and each
landed with an audible 'splat'. As soon as the fierce salvo dissipated
Arnold dove back onto the cock and licked and sucked and kissed and nibbled
the huge penis in an effort to keep it from getting soft. Ed threw his head
back in abandon, grabbed two handfuls of Arnold's hair and moaned in
ecstasy. By the time Arnold removed his mouth from his friend's genitals he
was, again, raging hard and ready for action. Arnold abandoned him to his
agony. He quickly wiped his face off with a nearby towel then took his
place on the bench, free weights in hand. He started to bring them up to
meet over his chest but Ed was in too agitated a state to allow him to
work. He undressed Arnold in the same manner as he had been. Arnold's
enormous cock repeated the sudden appearance that Ed's had made. This time
the audible noise heard was coming back through the glass that surrounded
the stage area. It was a mixture of gasps, applause and several people
achieving involuntary orgasm. Ed moved up beside Arnold, straddled his
chest, facing Arnold's crotch, plopped down on the man's huge torso, his
own swollen cock and balls pressed into the flat, rigid expanse of Arnold's
abdominals. Ed grabbed the gigantic, swollen cock and began to devour it
with such abandon that Arnold couldn't even hold the weights in his
hands. They dropped to the floor and Arnold's hands flew up and grabbed
Ed's waist. Ed's mouth stretched open and sucked a good length of the cock
in, his one hand controlling the remaining section that he could not take,
his other grabbing the huge sac of testicles and massaging them, rubbing
them, rolling them back and forth. Arnold reached his climax as quickly as
Ed had. Within seconds, huge globs of cum were propelled from the large
slit in the end of his cock and splattered all over Ed's face and torso. Ed
was able to get the almost uncontrollable shaft aimed and took several
shots straight into his mouth. He swallowed, licked, swallowed again and
licked some more.
	When Arnold's pelvic thrusts had subdued, signaling the completion
of this first orgasm, he took the dropped weights and began the exercise he
had been forced to abandon. Ed moved off Arnold's body, grabbed the same
towel Arnold had used to wipe himself off and stood aside, watching as
Arnold pumped the weights into the air. His enormous pecs swelled and
bulged, his biceps inflated with each rep until the huge vein that ran
across the length of each one was a throbbing rope. His unbelievable cock
was as erect as ever and lay stretched out across the expanse of his
muscular abdomen, reaching well passed his navel, even in this position. He
completed his reps and sat up, eyeing Ed. Ed stood away, slowly milking his
still erect cock. Arnold grabbed his own and began to masturbate himself,
his expression begging Ed to come over and get him off again. Ed remained
where he was. Arnold became more desperate. His hand moved faster and
faster on his shaft. He brought his other hand to it. This left only his
bulging abdominals supporting the upper half of his body. Still Ed
stayed. Arnold became even more desperate and began to contract his upper
body as his hands worked his cock with greater sense of purpose. Still Ed
refused. Finally Arnold obtained a full sitting position and turned his
full attention to his cock. It hovered inches from his mouth. He moved
closer. His lips parted. His tongue extended, straining, flicking the air
before it. Closer still. An inch. Half an inch. The tongue extended from
his mouth even further as it strained to reach its goal. And then, "flick,"
it made contact. Arnold's whole body spasmed in reaction. He pulled himself
closer and flicked it again. Another spasm ravaged his body. Again he
strained closer and this time was able to place his lips on the very tip of
his cock. A shudder rumbled through his huge body, every muscle exploded as
he tensed his entire massive physique, and then, with a seemingly Herculean
effort, pulled his upper body forward one last time and devoured the top
three inches of his own cock. His mouth went wild. With one hand he began
to jerk himself off. With the other he grabbed his huge scrotum and rolled
the gigantic, swollen testicles around between his fingers. His head bobbed
up and down on the top of his cock which, as he occasionally straightened
up to take another deep breath of air, appeared extremely inflamed.
	Ed watched this for a few minutes and, finally, could stand it no
longer. He took up position at the base of Arnold's cock and began to suck
and lick his balls. His hands cradled and caressed the enormous
spheres. After a time he lifted the huge sac and began to explore Arnold's
asshole. Arnold rocked back onto the curve of his lower back. Ed ran his
finger around the rim of the sphincter muscle which had an immediate effect
on Arnold; he stopped sucking his own cock for a moment and locked eyes
with his friend. Desire oozed from him. He locked his eyes with Ed's and
the message was obvious. Arnold's abdominals contracted as he curved his
body into a comma, further exposing his asshole. Ed straightened his
forefinger, placed it against the opening to Arnold's ass, wormed it around
for a second and then rammed it in to the last knuckle, jamming his hand up
between the bench and Arnold's painfully bloated balls. Arnold screamed in
joyous agony and then renewed his efforts to suck himself off. Ed began to
pump his finger in and out of Arnold and returned his attentions to the
scrotum and its contents with the other. He took to licking the base of
Arnold's shaft and, as he felt it begin to expand for its next eruption,
bit and nibbled on it, throwing Arnold into a frantic state from which
orgasm was the only escape. As the cum flew out of his cock he fell back
onto the bench, allowing the cum to shoot straight up in the air and land
back on his abdomen and chest. His free hand rubbed the sticky fluid into
his skin and spread it over his hard, mountainous pecs. He pinched and
pulled his nipples to increase the sensation and, as the last shot drooled
from the tip of his cock, he collapsed, breathless, his huge arms dangling
at his side.
	Ed pulled his finger from Arnold's asshole and went to the water
cooler to wash it off with a towel. He filled one of the cups with water,
returned to Arnold and lifted his head to allow him to drink. The two men
shared the cool refreshment, alternating sips, until they both seemed
revived. Ed stood, walked several steps away from Arnold and flung the rest
of the water on Arnold's crotch. Arnold jumped off the bench, flew across
the room towards Ed, tackled him and pinned him to the mats that covered
the floor. The two men rolled around and wrestled with each other, their
huge bodies straining and bulging with the effort. Each took turns allowing
the other to win the advantage, enjoying the feeling of the other's
powerful body conquering their efforts. The wrestling match finally
dissolved into a common effort to press their bodies together as much as
possible. They ground their hips against each other and their hard cocks
began to ache anew. When they were so hard they felt they would cum any
second they suddenly stood up, went about the room, and assembled identical
pairs of free weights.
	They met in the middle, stared at each other for a very pregnant
moment, and then began to reenact their final exercise from the other
evening. Arms and weights flew up and down. Deltoids swelled. Chests
heaved. The plates, two by two, were peeled off. Cocks strained against the
leash of concentration. The process was repeated. One hundred sixty
pounds. One hundred forty pounds. One twenty. One hundred. The sweat poured
off their bodies like rivers swollen in a torrential
downpour. Eighty. Sixty. Forty. The two took a short break, their eyes
never leaving those of the other. Twenty. The last plates and locks were
removed and a single short iron bar remained clasped in each hand. Five
pounds. They forced their arms into the air again and again, each time the
effort became unbearable. Their huge bodies shook with fatigue. Their
deltoids were now so big they restricted the movement of their arms. Blood
flowed into the muscles at an alarming rate in an attempt to remove the
huge deposits of waste and poisons that were rapidly accumulating
there. Three more reps. Two more reps. Their arms slowly raised in unison,
their huge chests heaving in sync with each other. It took forever to force
their arms to the top of their movement. Their hearts were pounding so loud
they could each hear the other's heartbeat. Even the shake of fatigue in
their bodies seemed to vibrate at the same frequency. Their arms reached
the top, they both held for a moment and slowly lowered them to their
sides. One more rep. Ed and Arnold were completely oblivious to the huge
cheers that were ringing through the glass that surrounded them. Fists were
beating, feet were stomping, cocks and clits and nipples were aching with
erectness. Slowly the rhythm of all the spectators efforts coalesced into a
beat that matched the beating of their hearts. Each of them shrugged their
shoulders together. They swallowed with dry throats together. They shuffled
their feet in the same direction to reposition themselves for the final
rep. Their eyes blinked together and together they began to raise their
arms the final time. Up. Up. Up their arms traveled. Their delts and traps
were already so swollen that, no matter what the effort, what the strain,
their size was at their maximum. Higher. Higher. Higher. Their hearts beat
faster. The feet beat faster. The hands clapped and banged and masturbated
faster. Twenty more degrees. Ten more
degrees. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. As their arms reached the upper
limits of their travel they straightened their bodies, their cocks moved
towards each other, and with one final, simultaneous thrust of their hips,
the huge, swollen glans collided and every occupant of the building,
whether they watched through a pane of glass or on a television monitor,
contracted in a violent, body-wracking orgasm that spilled enough bodily
fluids of different varieties to lubricate and populate several average
size galaxies.
	Arnold and Ed's cocks were seemingly locked together. The huge flow
of cum that erupted from each of their cocks was indistinguishable from the
other's. Their bodies vibrated as though they were being electrocuted. The
cum sprayed from their cocks, not in rapid-fire shots, but in a steady
stream that drained their aching, swollen balls of all the pent-up energy
and delicious, agonizing sexual tension they contained. As the last energy
bolt of sex shook their bodies they collapsed into each other's arms, fell
to the floor and the lights went out.
	Literally and figuratively.
	The curtain dropped, the monitors went dead and four muscular stage
hands entered with soft, comfortable dressing robes and wrapped the two
exhausted men in them. They escorted the two semi-conscious behemoths out
of the arena, through the vestibule, down the corridors and elevator and
back through the gym to their dressing room where they laid them both on
the bed, pulled the covers up over them and turned out the lights as they
left.
	"Ed?"
	"Yeah, Arnie."
	"Just wanted to make sure you were all right."
	"Depends on what you mean by 'all right'."
	"You just answered my question."
	"Arnie?"
	"Yeah, Ed."
	"You gotta promise me something, Arn."
	"What's that?"
	"Never, ever let me do that again, okay?"
	"Never say never, Ed."
	"Thanks, Arn. A bunch."
	Their breathing slowly returned to normal. Their heart rate
followed, eventually. Ed rolled over towards his lover and managed to raise
his arm high enough to stroke Arnold's cheek. It was wet. Ed moved his body
closer and hugged Arnold to him. The contact shattered Arnold's control and
he let loose with deep, soul-wracking sobs. Ed rocked and cooed and hummed
and stroked his hair, letting Arnold's emotions have their way. He felt odd
in this reversal of roles. He almost felt gypped. Wasn't he the one who was
supposed to be emotionally confused, overdrawn, exhausted, scared? Here was
his pillar of strength, his source of energy and direction, shuddering
uncontrollably in his arms. He loved this man so much it hurt him deeply to
see him so out of control, so distraught. He also felt angry, frustrated,
mad, at not being able to do anything. He knew if things were reversed, if
he were the one being cradled in huge bulging arms, as he knew he should
be, then Arnold would know exactly what to do, what to say, to make the
hurt go away.
	What would Arnold say? What would he know that would be the key to
all this? He would know what was attacking him. What was it? It had been a
physically and emotionally draining experience, true, but they had faced
that before. What was different this time? Everything. But most important
was that Arnold had decided to leave. What did he need? To be set free.
And there was only one thing that could do that. Ed's love for this amazing
man.
	Ed waited until Arnold had clamed down a bit.
	"Arn?"
	"Huh?"
	"I love you, Arn."
	"Oh God, Ed. I love you, too. So much. So much."
	"You're not gonna loose me, Arn. You know that, don't you? We'll be
apart, but we won't loose each other. I'll die loving you."
	Arnold pulled himself tighter to Ed's body and raised his head
until their lips met in a hard, hungry kiss. In that kiss they transferred
their energies, their minds, their love for each other and drank so deeply
of the depth of the other that they lost themselves and would not, could
not, separate one from the other.  Their universe spun around them and
their dizzy souls fell through the void which filled with their being,
their essence, as they passed through it until everything they knew,
everything that was around them became filled with all that they were. When
they finally parted, a glow suffused the room and they could easily see the
look of wide-eyed wonder on each other's face. In that moment they both had
seen, both knew, and would carry with them forever, the memories, the pain,
the joy of being each other. They were now the same person, ready to set
off on two separate journeys. The world was theirs to conquer.
	There was a knock at the door; soft, easy, but insistent. Ed rolled
over and switched on the lamp on his bed table.
	"Who is it?"
	"Ivan."
	Ed turned to Arnold. "Are you ready to receive?"
	"I guess. I just hope we don't have to raise our arms and wave."
	"Come on in, Ivan. Alone."
	There was a brief huzzah of voices at the door and then Ivan
slipped in, closing the door behind him against the press of bodies. He
pushed the button on the door knob and then walked over to the foot of the
bed.
	"Well."
	"Is that a question or a deep hole in the ground?"
	"Do you two ever quit?"
	"Sorry, Ivan. I guess we're just a bit too frazzled to keep the
quick wit under control. Ed, try not to offend our host again, okay?"
	"Sorry Arn. It just slipped out. But he didn't answer my question."
	"That was neither. Or all. Just a statement. An evaluation. A quick
release of tension and an attempt to ascertain you physical and mental
condition. I see, at least, that you're mentally able to deal."
	"I gather the troops were entertained."
	"Not as entertained as you two are going to be."
	"What's up?"
	"The final tally is not in, yet, but, including your piece of the
gate and receipts, plus the tips, it seems you will rake in an amount in
excess of twenty-one thousand dollars."
	"Each?"
	"Each."
	Arnold and Ed both generated enough energy to throw the covers
back, toss off their robes and jump up and down on the bed a few times
before becoming aware that: A) they were both naked, B) the bed was not
going to take too much of this abuse, and C) they both were completely hard
again. They stopped, stared at each other's cock, looked at Ivan, who was
staring with his mouth wide open, and collapsed back on the bed in
disbelief at their own insatiability, their huge erections grasped firmly
in their grips.
	"I see you two are obviously ready for the apres-theatre
activities. But before we get to the festivities, there are a few things I
want to talk to you about."
	"Aw, Ivan, can't we take just a little break from the business?"
	"I'm sorry, Ed. You're about to meet some very powerful people and
certain things have to be decided before you do. In addition to the
revenues from this evening, certain offers have been made for your
services. I know, when we met yesterday, you said you weren't interested in
finding a date. I have explained this position to the individuals
concerned. They were, as you might expect, not convinced. You would
probably be equally as unsurprised to know that these people are used to
getting what they want. Anything they want. I am not in the slave
business. Everyone on my staff makes their own decisions about their own
lives. But it will be very difficult to convince some of these people,
especially in the afterglow of your amazing performances, that they should
respect your wishes.
	"They will be throwing some very big money around out there and
they will be good for it. Either one of you, or both, if you wish, could
become very wealthy doling out your talents and favors to just the small
group waiting for you on the other side of that door. Expand that to the
rest of this evening's audience, most of whom were not allowed down here,
and you would both be set for life.
	"On the other hand, not taking these folks up on their offer will
be a very tricky situation, indeed. I will be perfectly frank with you. I
sense that you are both intelligent, sensitive, incredibly pleasing young
men. But you have never experienced anyone like these people. Never. Do you
catch my drift?"
	"I think you would like to handle this for Ed and I, right?"
	"My faith in your abilities to grasp the situation is constantly
reconfirmed. Yes. But, to do that, I must know for certain what you do or
do not want to get involved with. Ed?"
	"I'm gonna let Arnold handle this. I can't seem to keep my head
from spinning. Arn?"
	"I think the best thing would be to let Ivan field all requests and
just tell them that we've obviously had an exhausting night and would be
glad to review our options in the morning. And would they kindly let their
intentions be known to Ivan or one of his staff."
	"An excellent deflection tactic. I'm impressed. I trust you will be
able to uphold that stand throughout the evening. I will tell you that you
will be accosted by some very beautiful people of both sexes. Should you
seem to favor one over another, things could get dirty. Hold your ground
and this evening will be a financial triumph for us all."
	"Ivan?"
	"Yes, Ed."
	"Thanks. For everything. This has been a real important thing for
me. I was so scared when I got into this. I feel like a different person
now."
	"Ed, after what you two did upstairs a while ago, I would dare say
that there isn't a person in this building who wasn't changed. Never, ever,
in my life have I experienced anything like what you two did to us
tonight. I hesitate to tell you this, but suffice it to say the next time
you two appear on stage we will have several ambulances on call."
	"Oh, shit. Is everyone. . . I mean did anyone. . .?"
	"Everyone's fine. You two took us a bit by surprise, that's all."
	"I think we took ourselves a bit by surprise, as well. Huh, Ed."
	"I don't know, Arnie. I'm not so sure that I didn't know what was
going to happen. I guess, looking back on it, it just seemed the logical
next step."
	Ivan looked back and forth at the two muscular youths reclining
before him with their huge erections laying across their stomachs. "What do
you mean, 'next step?'"
	"Nothing, Ivan. Arnie and I have just been working up to something
like tonight since we met. I don't think I would have expected anything
less from him. Or me."
	"Well, if you have any inkling as to what the effect of your next
performance will be, I hope you'll at least inform me of it so I can post
the warning signs in the lobby, okay?"
	"Sure thing, Ivan."
	"And speaking of our next performance?"
	"I suppose that will depend on what you decide about the offers
that have already begun to pour in tonight."
	"I'm pretty sure we won't want to get involved with anything before
the weekend."
	"In that case, I believe you will be interested in my thoughts for
Saturday night's show. I'd like to have a rehearsal tomorrow and a
run-through Saturday afternoon. Are you available?"
	"Do I get to be punished for being an uncooperative, well-hung
stud?"
	"Arnie, you're making me horny again."
	"Suffer, stud. For a while, anyway."
	"Yes, Arnold. I plan on building the entire show around that
event. So you're both game?"
	"Count me in. I can't wait to see this hunk get his comeuppance."
	"Good, Ed. Because I've got you cast as the evil queen's bad guy
accomplice."
	"Ooo. Ivan. I think I'm gonna cum right now."
	Ivan looked at Ed to see if he was serious. If he was. . .
	"Go ahead, Ivan. Give it a good suck. Please."
	Ivan moved onto the bed, grabbed Ed's huge, raging hard-on, took it
into his mouth and was only slightly surprised to find that this huge,
muscular, incredibly sexy young man was, indeed, on the very brink of
cumming.
	Again.