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Odd Team: Michael, Robert, David, Oliver.
Even Team: Josh, Akira, Nick, Lauro.
...
Agra
India, of all the places Ryan had visited in preparation for this season, had
been the one place he wished he could have stayed longer. Maybe he should plan
a vacation here after this season was wrapped up. It wasn't just the
architecture, but the history. Unfortunately, the remaining eight boys didn't
seem to share his interest.
The
Taj Mahal and Agra Fort had held their attention, but as the tour continued
they became increasingly restless. It had been a little difficult, but they had
also gotten a few shots of them apparently enjoying the Akbar's Tomb and Guru
ka Tal. He wasn't looking forward to editing all this together. If it wasn't
for the deal with the tourist authorities, he would've done it in a montage,
but he would have to dedicate at least seven minutes to it now. At least the
dinner cruise on the Yamuna River had gone well. Several of the boys had made a
game out of how much spicy curry they could eat without drinking something.
That
had been yesterday, though, and today, after a more Western-style breakfast,
the next leg of the competition was about to start. This particular competition
would probably be the most time-consuming as the boys would be given some time
to prepare. How long the actual competition would last, well, that was harder
to tell. He hoped it would go for some time, if for no other reason, so it
could be one of those extended scenes for the platinum release.
The
boys filed into the nondescript building and he smiled as he said, "Line up,
we're shooting right away." The two groups flanked him, familiar with the
routine by now. He caught Edward's eye and the man's expression was colder than
before. That hurt and before he could think why that bothered him, he was
pulled back to reality.
"Whenever
you're ready, we can start filming," the cameraman said.
Ryan
shot a glare at the man, only to see that he had missed his mark. Squashing his
annoyance, he put on a fake smile and started. "Today, we are at an undisclosed
location somewhere in Agra India." He smiled and tried to convey a wink and a
nudge to the audience. "Today's competition will be the most challenging yet!
The boys so far, have done anal, showed off their creativity, and showed they
can suck with the best of them. Now, they will have to use all three of those
skills."
The
camera light stayed on, but the next part of his speech was just going to be a
voiceover as one of the monitors already set up, flickered with an image. It
showed a dark room filled with tables and a stage with four poles that should
make the purpose of the setup obvious to anyone. The only thing that might
throw someone was the large white curtain that stretch from ceiling to floor
and divided the room in two.
"The
boys will be putting on a bit of a performance today." The shot changed to a
backstage room with a large clothing rack that had different costumes of
various sizes. "Each team will have three judges. Whichever team makes their
judges squirt first without touching them, will win. If the hour passes with no
clear winner, then whoever's in the lead will be declared the winner. In the
event of a tie, there will be a tie breaker."
The
screens went blank. "Now, as for the rules, the performers can do anything they
want to, but they cannot touch the judges. Other than that, stay safe and have
fun." He clapped his hands together and finished by saying, "Even team, follow
the orange markers to your room and Odd team, follow the yellow. Good luck to
you all"
...
Josh
stared at the rack of clothes before glancing at the full length mirror on the
opposite wall. Like the rest of his team, he had hurried here, but now he had
no idea what to do. He glanced up at the digital clock and willed the numbers
to stand still, but to no avail.
"What
should we do?" Nick asked, looking up at him.
He
shook his head, "Not really sure."
Akira
chimed in, "Were supposed to put on a show right? I mean like stripping and
maybe sex with each other? That's what porn is like, right?"
All
eyes turned toward Josh and he felt his cheeks turn red, flushed with heat.
"Something like that. I mean, it's not like I've seen a lot of it."
"Probably
more than any of us," Akira said smiling. "I think you should pick out the
costumes because," he pulled down a construction outfit which had plastic tools
around its belt "I can't imagine why we would wear this."
...
Robert
had tried to hide his satisfaction when he heard the challenge. He had never
taken dancing lessons, but he certainly knew how to arouse his coach. The
problem was Michael. He had taken charge, which would be fine, but his idea to
win was to go straight for sex. Dave and Oliver were going right along with
him, but he knew that wasn't going to work. Sex could be really boring to
watch. If you wanted to arouse someone, you had to create a little
suggestiveness.
He
had to make a decision. If he spoke up, he would reveal he had an older partner
and he wasn't sure how that would go over. Michael would want to eliminate him
partly for opposing his leadership and partly because he would be experienced.
It was the latter half that had really worried him. How would the other two
vote if they knew about his coach.
If
he kept his mouth shut, though, they probably had an even chance of winning or
losing. With his alliance with Dave, he was pretty sure he would survive the
vote and since his goal wasn't necessarily to win but to survive as long as
possible, this would be a better choice. He could almost hear his coach walking
him through the problem. The only problem was, he didn't want to lose. He
didn't like when it happened in a hockey game and he didn't like when it
happened on this show.
"It's
not going to work."
Three
pairs of eyes turned on Robert, but it was Michael who spoke up. "Why not?" It
was a question, but it was said like a challenge.
He
took a deep breath, too aware he might be sealing his fate. "Because, if you
just go out there and shove your dick up someone, it's going to look pretty
boring. It's not like this is a porno movie where there are different camera
shots. The judges will only see from where they're sitting. You're going to
have to arouse them and then move on to something more."
"And
what makes you such an expert?" Michael said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Robert
could hear his coach practically screaming at him that he was making a mistake,
but he didn't want to lose. "Because, I've done shit like this before. I know
how to excite a man."
"You're
a bumboy?" Michael said astonished.
He
felt himself blush at the slur. No one had ever called him that before. "Yeah,
so I actually know a thing or two."
The
room grew quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop and then a grin spread
across Michael's face as he crossed his arms. "All right, bumboy, you take
charge, but if we lose, everyone, including yourself, have to vote you off."
"Fine."
Robert agreed, feeling he had just made the biggest mistake of his young life.
...
Ryan
smiled to himself. He suddenly realized how he would need to edit, not only
this episode, but the third one and maybe go back and change the second one
around a little. He would have to emphasize Michael's growing leadership role
to make Robert's challenge more dramatic. Of course, what was Michael thinking,
using words like bumboy?
He
had never deceived himself into believing that all the boys that participated
on the show were gay or even bisexual. There was probably a higher percentage
of those individuals, but for most, sex would just be play. Still, given
Michael's background, he was a little surprised. He came from a same-sex home
and his parents had allowed him to participate, so it seemed unlikely they
would use such a word. Besides, technically, they were all bumboys by this
point.
Was
it not a slip, but intentional wording? Was he trying to use the stigma of that
word? That would be a risky move, but if the previous seasons had taught him
nothing else, it was that kids could be cunning. It made him reconsider his
position on confession cams. He would really like to know if something deeper
was at work here, but given the ages of the participants, he found it difficult
to imagine them spilling their guts. Then an idea hit him. He could prompt them
with questions like an interview, but done sort of secretly. He filed the idea
away, thinking he might use it for next season.
"Coming
up on five minutes," Edward said.
He
glanced at the digital clock and shrugged. "It's not a firm deadline, it's just
the earliest they can start."
"It's
a tough challenge. I wonder if it's even possible."
"It
won't be easy," Ryan said, knowing they were just ignoring the elephant in the
room. He decided to shoot the damn elephant. "Sarah will probably have
something for us by tomorrow. We'll know how to proceed by then."
"Maybe
we should tell the authorities anyways," Edward suggested.
"Feel
free to do that if you desire to. I'll wait for a report. After all, for all we
know Nick has been manipulating Josh." Ryan really didn't believe that, but it
gave Edward something to think about.
The
remaining time expired without either of them saying a word. Nothing happened
right away, but then on the Even Team side there was a flash of blonde hair
from around the corner but it quickly withdrew. Ryan put on his headsets just
as three heads poked out from around the curtain and he could hear a laugh that
was quickly stifled. The second cameraman panned to the judges.
Each
team had a set of three judges who were natives of India. Not that this was the
first thing anyone would notice. Since the key to this particular challenge was
how much the performance could excite the judges, they couldn't allow any
external factors to influence them. So, not only were the judges naked, but
they were strapped to their chairs, legs spread wide, their members limp and
gags in their mouths so they couldn't shout suggestions.
Ryan
leaned forward and activated the microphone on the table. "The clock has
started."
That
seemed to kick everyone into gear and a second later, music started playing
from the Even Team's side, an un-remarkable piece with a strong beat. Then,
with what had to be a running leap, Nick appeared onstage. The little blonde
was barefoot and wearing a pair of cutoff jeans so short that the little white
pockets were sticking out. On top of his shorts was a tool belt lined with
plastic toys. His chest was bare but on top of his head was an orange hardhat.
The
eight-year-old spun around shaking his butt to the beat. Pulling out an orange
screwdriver he waved it above his head. It caught the light showing it had
lubricant on it. Turning around, he lowered the screwdriver to his waistband
before sliding it between his butt cheeks.
The
show had started on the other side of the stage with music that sounded like it
was coming from a sitar. Robert drifted on stage and his costume could not have
been more different than Nick's. He was barefoot but there, the resemblance
ended. The boy was covered in veils, each a different pastel color. As he did
his best interpretation of a belly dance, veils seemed to slide off. Ryan's
eyes flicked over to a third monitor which had a split screen of the judges
from overhead. The judges seem to be agreeing with him. Two were hard on Nick
side, but all three were hard on Robert's and he was barely bare chested at
this point.
Back
on the other side, Nick's shorts had fallen and the screwdriver was being used
as a dildo. He was joined by the rest of his team. Josh was naked except for an
oversized cowboy hat and two six shooters with an oversize belt buckle. Akira
was in a brightly colored Speedo. Lauro's hair was tied back into a ponytail
and he was already naked and hard.
Josh
pulled a plastic hammer from Nick's belt and bending the boy over tapped the
screwdriver, causing the boy to jump. The redhead then pulled another
screwdriver from the boy's belt and gestured Lauro over. The dark skinned boy
dutifully did so, standing on the other side of the older boy. Bending over the
boy, he spread his cheeks as the other screwdriver was inserted with a few taps
from the hammer.
Josh
then gestured for Akira to drop his Speedo even though there were no more
screwdrivers. Akira did as he was told but when Josh approached him Akira
pushed him over in what seemed like an obviously preplanned move. The Asian boy
jumped on the taller boy and snatched one of the guns from his holster, before
pointing it at the older boy's head. For a second, there seemed to be a standoff,
then the redhead opened his mouth and the boy's captor inserted his half
flaccid member.
Back
on the other side of the stage, Robert was now naked and gesturing for someone
to join him on stage. Dave appeared, already naked, and walked to the other boy
who pulled him close and kissed him. It wasn't just a kiss, however, it was a
kiss from the end of a romantic movie, long-lost lovers reunited.
"We
got one," Edwards said.
Ryan
pulled his eyes away from the screen to the one that showed the judges. One on
the Odd Team side had definitely ejaculated. The milky white liquid was on the
chair in front of him. He pushed a button and there was a buzzing sound as the
two scoreboards showed the Odd Team had taken the lead.
On
the Even Team's side the boys seemed too engrossed in their performance to
notice the buzzing sound. Well, except for Lauro, who was just twisting the
plastic screwdriver, still in his ass. Nick had removed his screwdriver and
inserted Josh's dick instead. It made Josh almost look like a seesaw, Akira
would push down, raising Josh's hips and Nick would push down raising Josh's
head.
On
the other stage, Robert and Dave were both hard and had taken each other's
erection in their hand, stroking it, before separating and heading to the
poles. They slowly walked around the poles before waving their butts at the
judges. Mike and Oliver came on next, dressed in fairly ordinary clothes. They
then proceeded to undress each other. Once Michael's pants were dropped, it was
obvious he was already erect. His dick nearly hit the smaller boy in the eye
before slapping against Michael's belly. The boy took the thick black organ in
his mouth and started to bob up and down its full length. That sent another one
of the judges over the edge, making the score 2 to 0 in favor of the Odd Team.
"We
could have a shutout." Ryan muttered.
"Yeah,"
Edward added absentmindedly.
Lauro
seemed to be the only person to notice that the score had changed again. He
stopped twisting the screwdriver back and forth and glanced at the other three
before looking at the judges. Ryan was just starting to wonder what the boy was
planning when he suddenly stood and hopped off stage.
"Camera
two, follow him," Ryan said into his radio.
The
cameraman did as he was told as Lauro kneeled in front of the first judge. He
briefly wondered if the boy had forgotten the rule about not touching the
judge, but he took a deep breath and slowly started to blow on the man's
erection.
"Is
that within the rules?" Edward asked.
Ryan
thought for a second before smiling. "He's not touching the judge."
The
judge had been producing pre-cum and the boy's single, hot breath was
apparently the stimulus needed to start shooting. The stream of white liquid
hit the boy's face before he could pull away. Ryan put one point up for the
Even Team as the boy moved on to the next judge. His three teammates had
stopped their show, but the second judge was, if anything, quicker than the
first and another point went up on the board for them.
The
Odd Team attempted to kick it up another notch. Oliver stood up. Robert and
Dave trapped the other two boys between them and started to grind against them.
Meanwhile, Lauro had moved onto the third and final judge repeating his
previous performance. This man took the longest to shoot, but when he did, it
was more than the other two combined, which resulted in Lauro receiving a
substantial facial.
Ryan
racked up the third point as he flicked on the intercom and announced, "The win
goes to the Even Team!"
He
decided to do a quick interview with Lauro because he couldn't remember any
other time when one boy had won an event for his team so decisively. As the
other boys went to clean up, he held the boy back and they both sat down on the
stage their legs dangling over the side.
Putting
on his best smile he asked. "Lauro, I think your team owes you a big thanks. It
looks like you single-handedly won this competition for them."
The
boy stared at the camera for a second before smiling nervously and wiping at
some white liquid on his ear. "I couldn't have done it without my teammates."
"Modest.
So, what gave you the idea and weren't you afraid of being disqualified?"
Lauro
smiled nervously. "Last year my parents took me to a water park. I thought it
felt really good running around when you're wet. So I thought maybe blowing on
a," he trailed off.
"Erection?"
He offered for some reason not wanting to use one of the cruder words.
The
boy nodded. "An erection would feel good."
"And
you weren't afraid of being disqualified?" Ryan asked reminding him of the second
part of his question.
This
time he took his time to answer. "Not really. You said we couldn't touch them
and I didn't."
He
patted the boy on the back affectionately. "Well you certainly didn't and I
think you have a fine legal profession in your future." The boy didn't get the
joke, but Ryan turned to the camera and said, "Well, thanks to some quick
thinking by the youngest member of their team, the Odd Team faces another
elimination. Will Robert face the consequences of not winning or will it be someone
else. We will find out very soon."
The
trip back to the plane was uneventful. The victorious team was tired and the
losing team was quiet. Michael seemed pretty confident though.
Back
on the plane, the losing team took their seats on the couch and Ryan went into
his usual spiel. It really was hard to make it sound exciting every time. He
waited for the votes to come in and they surprised him.
"Well,
we seem to have a tie between Michael and Robert." All four of the boys looked
at each other. "As a result of the tie, we're going to have a revote and if the
result is the same, we can go to a tiebreaker."Ryan smiled, even as he tried to
remember what he had set up in case of a tie. He honestly couldn't remember.
"For this revote, Michael and Robert won't be voting, so it's up to Oliver and
Dave."He cleared his screen and said, "Vote now."
Both
boys quickly voted and again Ryan was surprised by the results. "Well, it looks
like Robert honored his word about voting for himself. Michael, I'm sorry, but
you've been voted off."
"What!"
Michael stood and glared at his former teammates. "We had an agreement. He's
the one who lost us this round!"
To
everyone's surprise Oliver jumped to his feet. "You had an agreement, bumboy. I
didn't."
While
this made for good television Ryan couldn't let an actual fight break out and
that was the mood of the room. Interjecting his body between the two boys, he
said, as calmly as he could, "Now, let's all be good sportsmen. The team has
voted."
To
Ryan's relief, Michael was able to get a hold of himself and turned to pack his
bags. The goodbye ceremony was a little forced ,particularly when it came to
Oliver and Michael, who both acted like the other had the plague. Fortunately,
he was up for the interview and Ryan decided to add one question beyond the
standard ones.
"So
what do you think about being eliminated?"
Michael
shifted, still angry. "It sucks. I thought I had a deal. Nothing I can do about
it now though."
Ryan nodded sympathetically. "Well, what did you think of competing overall?"
The boy smiled a little showing off his white teeth. "It was kind of fun. I
mean the food thing was a little weird, but fun."
"What
are you going to do when you get home?"
"Well,
it's still summer vacation." He hesitated and Ryan waited, knowing he was going
to get something out of the boy. "I was hoping, if I won the competition, my
dads would let me do something. You see, there's this friend of the family,
and, you know, I always wanted to do stuff with him, but my dads say I'm not
mature enough. I was hoping to show them that I'm ready."
"So,
do you regret calling Robert a bumboy?" He didn't add, "because you want to be
one."
The
boy had enough sense to look ashamed. "It slipped out. I didn't really mean
anything by it."
Ryan
wasn't so sure of that, but he didn't see any way to press the issue. "Alright,
thanks for competing. There's a car at the bottom of the stairs and it'll take
you to your plane. Enjoy your first-class trip home."
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