Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 16:59:32 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 18

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Giv2GeT 18

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Giggling, speaking on a whim, Clay propositions Steve, "You wouldn't want
to go make out in the barn?"

After all the conversation, Steve, being addressed by a hot, tall
muscleman, still had his doubts, "You talkin' to me?" he looks around at
the empty courtyard in front of the ranch house.

Smiling, Clay says, "I don't make it with animals!"

Once in a while, some creature would scurry across the landscape. The light
of day almost out of sight, probably they were home with their mates,
playing out their own scenarios.

"Sure!" Steve takes Clay up on his invitation. A bit more willing than he's
played on, he walked ahead of Clay, calling back, "You coming?"

Opposite thinking of Steve, something which Clay has analyzed himself over
the past few years, why a hard-rock muscleman chose to even associate
himself with a chubby guy... He thought there was still hope he could work
his shaft in between those big foothills...

Not the only one with ideas about doing stuff in the barn, opening the door
and entering, they come across a weird sight.

Earlier, it had been AJ and Ron who lay claim to dibs on the barn for the
evening, though not for making out purposes.

"What the hell is this?" Clay asks, though not at all surprised to the
sight of seeing a guy, stripped down, ropes around his wrists and ankles,
tied eagle-spread.

Perhaps AJ was a little disturbed over the fact, trussing Ron up, head
above the x-frame of his bod, thinking the nerve of Clay walking right
over, helping himself, a hand feeling up the underside of Ron's balls.

"Excuse me, boss," AJ says scornfully and without intimidation, swipes
Clay's hand sway from Ron's balls, "but those belong to me?!"

It could have been a statement, but AJ leaves it open-ended.

Stunned to say the least, not only over Ron, his beautiful, almost
hairless, muscled bod, spread out, but also AJ, the 21-year old's
immaculately smooth chest and stomach... He preferred hairy, but there were
some smooth boys who could cause a stir in the force. Being put in AJ's
position at one time or another, Clay knew exactly where this was going,
"Sorry for intruding on your property."

Outside the barn, doing their daily chores was one thing. When it came to
inside the shell of the barn, their worlds morphed into something entirely
different.

"I see you brought your own toy to play with," AJ nods towards Steve.

It did occur to Clay, his tongue playing with the side of his cheek, AJ was
addressing his superior, however, as with the `top' thing, sinking to
bottoming out for Steve, nothing is sealed in stone, until... "Not into
sharing, are you?"

Seemed like it was a good lead in for Steve, "Ahem! Uh, like I didn't turn
into a statue, you know?"

It made Clay smile, feeling that belly butt up against his back, turning
abruptly, "Of course I didn't forget about you, Steve," even though Clay
did have a memory lapse!

"Don't lie. Of course you did," Steve was wise.

AJ, not exactly out for blood, did like toying with a guy's brain,
interjecting thought, "I wouldn't let my boy get away with that, Steve?!"

"What about me?" Ron nips it in the bud, reason why he bothered to strip
down for AJ, allowing his hot, muscled bod to be trussed up in bondage.

Unknown to Clay and Steve, AJ and Ron had already been through how things
were going to pan out, a master-slave relationship, made up as it went
along.

"Did I give you permission to talk?"

"Oh fuck was that hot!" Clay stands, ogling at the force of AJ's fist,
delivering a hard punch to Ron's midsection, the ensuing belch escaping
from the 20-year old muscle-man's lips.

"It was, was it?" Steve, who hadn't a clue to how any of this
bondage-discipline-sadist-masochist stuff worked, could tell it moved Clay,
just by looking down at the bulge in his jeans, hand-helped, Clay's hand
engulfed by his pants!

Thinking it only fair, Clay clutching up Ron's balls, AJ walks over to
Clay, grabbing at the big bulge, he totally ignores Clay's reaction,
staring at Steve over his shoulder, "You know you got him right where you
want him, Steve. Got for it, man!"

It was to burst the bubble between the two, Steve replying, "I thought we
came here to make out?"

It made Steve a little embarrassed, Ron, breaking silence, "You two? Making
out?" he began to laugh his ass off.

AJ found it a little humorous as well, breaking out in laughter, incited by
Ron's funny way of laughing out loud.

Ignoring the two, Clay turns around, doing the `wrong' thing, allowing his
nuts to overrule his brain, "Why don't we have a little fun and then we can
make out all night, Steve?"

Already backing out of the scenario unfolding, Steve replies, "Uh, no
thanks." Then the unthinkable, "I'm going to go help the others get the
pool ready for swimming."

Call it an education, in a sense AJ has been through so many situations in
life, being hurt mentally and physically, it kind of gave him a true
picture of what a guy can feel, fact supporting reasons why things happen,
"Looks like you fucked up, Clay, but I can help make you feel better, if
you let me?"

Turning with a start, Clay's crotch suddenly feeling a loss in momentum,
"What would you know?"

"Plenty," AJ began to read Clay like a dimestore novel. "You're hurting
inside, because you've gone and allowed your rising dick and churning balls
take over your mind, which in turn has made you look like an asshole to
Steve. All I'm saying, sometimes it feels good if a guy achieves
atonement?"

Lying would only be a fib to himself, thinking on AJ's words of
atonement. Caught up in a scenario of the rodeo circuit, he's come across
some weird stuff from time to time. One such beer party had a guy with
shirt off, clutching an old wagon wheel, receiving strikes of a bullwhip to
his back. In front of the wheel was another cowboy, kneeling on the
ground. Writhing in pleasure and pain, the victim would consistently be
feeling a wet mouth on his shaft and a heated lash to his back. Ever since
then, it's haunted Clay, what the victim was feeling, the cross between
pleasure and... "There is one thing," though Clay wasn't sure if he
should...

At 5'11" height, AJ didn't measure up to Clay's 6'4", but right now,
attitude made AJ stand at about 9-feet tall. Instead of suggestion, he says
right out, "Tell you what I'm going to do..."

Leading Clay around Ron in bondage, Clay wasn't immune to AJ's smooth,
muscled bod, except the cropped hair around his hard shaft. The fact they
were both getting a rise out of this, Clay moving on from thoughts of
Steve, to the scene unfolding, which he knew would include himself being
the willing victim, "Two things," they stop at Ron's backside.

With authority, something you would not think, if speaking to AJ on the
street, he says, "Get it off your chest, Clay, because after I have you
tied up," a hint more or less, giving the chance to back out, knowing his
intentions, "you will be beyond the point of no return?"

"Like I was saying," Clay takes him up on the offer, "what goes on in the
barn stays in the barn."

"Fair enough," AJ replies.

Ron, he's just hanging there, taking it all in. He already tried looking
over his shoulder, getting a swift hit from AJ's flat palm on his ass, for
doing without asking, asking not part of the game.

"And," Clay nervously airs his other demand, "no marks!"

"Tough request," AJ replies, not that he intentionally wanted to do damage,
"but I know how we all would rather swim without our shirts on!"

Such a serious nature of things, AJ's last remark, more of a wiseguy
attitude, broke the ice, Clay saying, "You got that right!"

Then things turned back to dead serious, "I'm glad we got that out of the
way," AJ goes back to being stern, "now strip!"

He was good at making up things as a situation presented itself. Knowing he
had Ron fully under his control, Clay was a different story. Though, he
could turn on and off the faucet at will. Whatever happened in the barn
tonight, he knew would not interfere with their relationship, once they
were back at fixing up the farm tomorrow morning. But for right now, he was
ready to have his fun and if it wasn't fun for the other two, what fun is
it at all?!

"Wait," AJ says, catching Clay on the second button of his rugged cowboy
shirt.

"What'samatter?" Clay asks.

Going on thinking Clay has had some experience at this discipline stuff, he
slaps the tall cowboy right up aside the cheek.

"Oh shit!" Ron breaks silence, wondering if he heard what he thought he
heard!

Instead of getting belted across the barn by Clay's big fist, a gamble AJ
knew he was taking, instead Clay smiles as his hand rubs his cheek, "I
wonder which one of us is going to be liking this more?"

Only credit AJ could give his step-dad, were the few nights he followed him
to an underground club in LA. He found he could be incognito with the
addition of a leather mask obscuring his true identity. He called it a
blessing, meeting up with Roland at the club, that first night, his first
year of college. After spilling his guts at the bar, about being abused by
his stepdad, Jim, and through conversation, Roland finding out Jim always
`bottomed' at the club, well AJ found an indirect way to get even. Not
which he did anything to his stepdad, but loved watching Roland deal out
punishment to Jim for his `sins'.

Acting coy and drawing off those times with Roland, AJ snaps back with, "I
think you, Ron and me could have a nice time together?"

Gazing at Ron, eyeing him up from the back of the head on down, Clay
replies, "Nice ass," which could be justified as a hint, "I bet we could!"

For now though, AJ had something more demeaning for Clay, telling him to
striptease in front of Ron, while he wrapped his hand around Ron's thick
shaft.

Feeling out the situation, AJ already had it set in his mind, a little
lenient with Clay, because he felt him more versatile than Ron, who could
be treated as a strict bottom, when the scenario called for it.

For instance, AJ sought to see how far he could push Clay. The slap to the
cheek and not having Clay swing his fist at him, that was the first
step. Next, something a little more drastic, having Clay stroke his own
cock, for Ron's pleasure, "Yeah, work your hand up to the end, but stop
under the flange," AJ prompts. "My boy here is dying to see your pee hole
open up, aren't you boy?"

"Yeah, sure would be cool," Ron replies.

Not the answer he was planning on, AJ drops Ron's cock, "That's `sir' to
you, `boy'!"

After a short whimper, Ron quickly learned the lesson, "I mean, yes, sir!"
and then he got appeased again!

Clay smiled. Even though on the shit end of the stick, right now he was
thoroughly enjoying himself, stroking to the sight of AJ and Ron's
play-acting.

Next on AJ's agenda, after seeing Clay carry out his command, he was ready
to move onto phase 2, something more intimate, "Get over here on your
knees, Clay. I got my boy nice and hard for you!"

It seemed like a stalemate.

Clay's heart felt like it jumped into heart attack mode. Crisscrossing his
mind, it did occur to him, being a boss to both boys and as he assumed he
was being told to do, get on his knees in front of Ron, for the sole
purpose of giving him a blow job?

Very chic in the way he handled Clay's instant indecision, AJ walks over to
him, now too close, because he had to look up a few inches to address the
skyhigh cowboy, says something Roland used to say to a guy new to the
scene, "Normally, if I have to tell a boy what to do a second time, he
leaves me with no choice but to apply punishment." Further testing things,
"Next time you disobey my order," again referring to how Roland would
conduct himself, "I'll have to issue 50 lashes," spoken directly, so as not
to give the victim a choice!

"I see," Clay once again gives AJ the once over, eyeing up the bod not much
different to his own in comparison.

"Now," AJ steps aside...

Ron watches in anticipation. As far as he's concerned, everything is out of
his hands. When they came into the barn and he was made to strip, then
bound eagle-spread, he had no clue things were going to become
`interesting', to say the least. AJ's hand keeping him firm was one thing,
but to have a 6'4", fuzzy-muscled man's lips wrapped around his shaft?

In a good-natured way, Clay asks, "Are you going to step out of my way, or
do I have to go through you, `sir'?" the older cowboy addresses the young
whipper-snapper!

Something from the past rattled his brains, as AJ stepped out of the
way. How he wondered `why', so many times in the past, `why' he didn't
stand up to his own father, for the times in which his own dad put his
hands and lips all over him. Instead of allowing old ghosts to enter his
life, AJ always resorted to the idea, it not exactly ideal to learn about
what gay guys do in bed, but by the time he entered college, he had his
father to thank, considering himself fairly tutored in the art of gay
seduction.

Right now wasn't the time to stroll down memory lane, watching Clay stand
in front of Ron, the two sharing a one-on-one moment.

Neither did he complain or react when the two share words, Ron daring to
say to Clay, "C'mon. Get on your knees and blow me, boss!" he laughs.

Just wondering how Clay would handle this, he's confronted with,
"Permission to speak with your bitch, sir?"

"Bitch? You fuck!" Ron speaks out!

"Your bitch, who doesn't know how to treat his master," Clay gets his dibs
in on how the slave is to address his master.

Stepping into their quadrant, the square which separates the airy space
between pubes, "You know how it goes, do you Clay?" meaning the bdsm-game.

"On the rodeo circuit, it's not all about riding a bull!"

Looking down, Ron could only guess how excruciating it could be for the
poor cow this boy was riding!

"I'm curious," indeed AJ was, "how would a cowboy handle a slaveboy who
became insubordinate to his master?"

"Horsewhipped," Clay replies, but because he had heard AJ and Ron into
gut-punching, "then again," he rubs his right palm over his left, balled up
fist, "since we're not on cowboy turf?"

AJ had to laugh, glancing down just in time to see both Clay and Ron's
cocks responding to the give and get notion.

About ready to see if Clay could cripple Ron's abs, they are all freaked
out by a voice coming from a sleeve in the open barn door, "Hello! Anyone
about?"

"Who's there?" Clay, recapturing his big boss image, calls out.

Stepping in, someone follows the guy, who hauls a saddle over his shoulder,
"Well, lookee what we've got here, Swan?!"

Already, Clay and the stranger lock eyes, Clay receiving more of a visual
workover, "You rodeo?" he checks out the saddle, tossed over the dude's
shoulder, landing at their feet.

"Nah. Just a farm hand like you. The name's Jorge Antonio Rivera Dellacruz,
but I'll leave it up to you to pin a name on me!"

Seems like the two strangers entering the barn changed the whole game plan,
without as much as a spoken word between AJ, Clay or Ron.

Whereas Jorge, better known to everyone else as `Del', gravitated right to
Clay, Del's counterpart walks right over to AJ, slaps his saddle right over
a railing and gets down to business, "Looks like we have something in
common?" he stands right in front of Ron.

`Not right now, but could be soon!' AJ thought to himself, with designs on
the guy's ass, but was curious, "You passing through?"

Ron at first thought the same thing, but with the stranger manhandling him,
tweaking up his nips. His hand added a slap, then rubbing over muscled
pecs, making them bright red, then sliding hands down to feel up his hefty
manmeat.

Ron didn't really care if the two arrived out of the clouds in a spaceship!
Though, he was concerned when AJ's question became more important, with the
loss of touch...

"The name's Swain, Jerry Swain. Me and Del, we met your boss in town and
struck up a deal about breaking in some horses," he walks over to AJ, after
goosing Ron's nips and cock.

"I'm AJ. Did Bryce tell you, right now, there aren't any horses to break?"

After shaking hands, grabbing fists, turning hands this way and that, they
moved through three positions of greeting each other before dropping hands
altogether, Jerry saying, "Yeah, he did mention something, but has this
steed been broken yet?"

Ron felt anew, with both guys attention on him, though he wasn't so sure
about this `broken' deal Jerry was presenting to AJ, especially when their
attention swept from front to back!

Meanwhile, across the barn, Clay had worked fast on getting Del right where
he wanted him. Rather, Del had helped hasten the pace, unbuckling, while
Clay busied unbuttoning his shirt. At first they struck up conversation
about the Rodeo business, Clay detouring to where he had his first bdsm
experience, which was scant details, a guy being shirtless, tied to a wagon
wheel and then later, another cowpoke behind the wheel, fishing the dude's
cock out of his pants.

Del was way too horny to allow Clay ramble on, saying, "Hell, that's kid's
stuff. Me? You can have your way with me and believe me, I can take it!"

He took it alright, Clay's fist to his gut, doubling right over and falling
onto his knees, Clay showing no remorse, "Oh good. While you're down there,
how about squeezing the precum out of my primed cock, `boy!'?"

Very willing to do so, his mouth watering, Del lifts a hand to feed himself
the delectable delight.

`Slap!'

Clay drove his hand away, "Not your hand, you're lips, cow-boy!"

Sending a message, Del was full of them, he renders, "Yeah, treat me
rough." In his own twisted mind, it's what kept his cock primed, his balls
churning, in a matter of ways, daring Clay to add more to his `misery'.

Clay knew the tough cowboy type, had witnessed others of Del's kind living
off of rough treatment, though it became a gradual thing. Since no holds
were barred, yet, Clay found an interest in finding out limits, "Oh
really?"

It wasn't a rough kick, but enough for Del to stop thinking about sucking
up to Clay, keeled right over, holding his balls and moaning in pain. Soon
though, that pain gave way to pleasure, his cock dripping.

For the other occupants of the barn, Jerry thought it a fun idea to punch
Ron in the stomach, taking turns. When they heard Del shout out in pain, it
was Jerry, finishing up on sinking his fist into Ron's gut, turns to
feeling up his dangling balls, "Hmm, wonder if these balls are made of
steel?"

AJ felt obliged to be fair, having known Ron longer, saying, "Our object is
to make Ron's gut feel like mush. I hope we're on the same page, Jerry?"

Even though AJ had made it forbidden for Ron to speak, he turns his head
around to AJ, standing with his bod up against Ron's back, "Thanks. I owe
ya one!"

"Nice," Jerry liked Ron's idea better, his interpretation of it, "while
Ron's sucking you off, I'll drill his ass!"

By the looks of Jerry's fully engorged cock, AJ felt sorry for Ron a bit,
but also had his own recognition, "Uh, no, what Ron meant is, since I'm
behind him, his ass is mine."

Little did either of them realize, though not impossible to comprehend,
Jerry's whole involvement in the gut bashing was to find a way into Ron's
crevice. When he found he wasn't going to get what he sought after, he
abandons the two, "I think I'll see what Del is up to..."

However, for now, AJ didn't move, his chest plastered up against Ron's
back, which made him poke Ron, "Well, are you ready for pay back?"

Ron was thinking. He's never been fucked, always thought there could be a
first time. Fortunately though, comparing Jerry's long, broad cock to AJ's
moderate size, he was thanking his lucky stars it was one and not the other
who won out, "Um. Yeah," Ron gulps, "go ahead... I guess."

Ready for the immediate impalement, he was surprised by AJ, undoing his
cuffed wrists.

"What tha? I thought you were going to give it to me, good?" Ron meant
hard, AJ's cock right there at the circular entrance.

"Nah. I'd prefer a little foreplay," AJ says, allowing Ron's other hand
drop.

Together they unlatched Ron's ankle `bracelets'. When he took a step, he
was clumsy lifting each foot. Nevertheless, grabbing their clothing, Ron
clued in to not wanting to get it on in the barn, not with all the noise
Del was making, they left.

Leaving, Ron and AJ had just witnessed Del being held by Clay, Jerry
kneeing him in the balls. Regardless to the pain Del felt, Jerry boasted it
a light tap, for Del that is.

Outside the barn, Ron says, "Damn, for sure I know my balls couldn't take
that!"

"Mine neither," AJ replied. "Hey, why don't we use the cabin we were
working on today?"

"Um," Ron says cautiously, "didn't Bryce say it was off limits?"

"How is he going to know, if we leave the place like we've found it?" AJ
insists.

When they got to the cabin, something they hadn't realized during the
daylight hours, a chain and padlock keeping anyone, who didn't have the
key, out!

"So much for ideas," Ron says.

Working on the roof during the daylight hours, it was plain to gauge the
pitch in the roof, having AJ suggest, "Nice night. Why don't we take it up
there?"

`Take it' made Ron rethink getting fucked, "You really want to do me?"

Halfway up the ladder, AJ calls back, "You chickening out on me, Ron?"

"No," Ron wasn't too convincing, grabbing the ladder and hoisting himself.

AJ's hand there to greet him, "C'mon `Chicken Little'!"

"You mean `Chicken Big'!"

It really was a nice night, moon partial, enough to light up the roof of
the old cabin. As they all commented during the daylight hours, the slight
slant made it easier for walking and hammering.

Picking up a hammer, Ben says, "Hey, want to use this on my stomach?"

Thinking it insane, AJ replies, "Maybe I should use it on your head, Ron?!"

"Okay. I get the point," he tosses it.

Stripping out of his pants, AJ lays them down on the roof, saying, "Well?"

"Yeah, sure," Ron gives in to fate, unbuckling his belt, unzipping.

They both sit down together.

Ron asks, "So, you want to fuck me?"

"In a while," AJ says indifferently.

A prologue to their sexual endeavors, they got to talking, both learning
they are not so different, backgrounds similar and what it led to was
kissing, lips, progressing to chests and then slipping down, their bods
planing, holding each other in each other's arms.

Back at the swimming pool, things had gone well, Hwang assuming the role of
foreman, making accomplishments.

Everyone had noticed, Javier doing the work of two, Patrick in the easy
chair. Fortunately for Javier, being the chef on the farm, his bedroom was
located in the main ranch house, purposely constructed for a man of his
position. Since his position demanded him being up almost before the
rooster, it made sense he was closest to the dining area.

Walking into the room, Patrick asks, "Who's your decorator, the Munsters?"

"It's got a bed to sleep in, that's all I care," Javier says, turning and
falling right in with a long sigh, "ah-h-h-h-h!"

"I think you like the bed more than me!"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot," Javier forgot about Patrick's cast, that he can't
just go flopping down!

All through the night, Patrick has sensed, "I guess that means you care
about me?"

"Of course. You didn't see any of the other gringos doing you're share of
the work?" Javier replies, helping Patrick get comfy.

"Sorry I can't give you a proper blowjob."

Javier says, "When you get the cast off, you can make up for lost time!"

With the here and now facing them, Javier gets romantic on Patrick and soon
is the one pampering him, from kissing lips to skating his tongue down
Patrick's slightest bit of blond chest fur, the trail leading to his final
destination.

In a couple of short minutes, Patrick feels obliged to say, "You're a good
cocksucker. Suck many?"

"I've had my share," Javier replies, his lips tackling the flange.

"Me too," Patrick confides, although right now, where he thought of himself
as a bottom, he was liking the idea immensely, lying there, hands behind
his head, relaxing and having Javier's tongue work up and down his thin
barrel.

Back in the barn, Del was in heaven, being worked over by two men.

No surprise was it, how Jerry liked giving it, rough, but it wasn't first
or second time he's been present while Del was subjected to bodily
punishment. First time, is when he met Del, at the hands of some
cowboys. At first he thought Del was in trouble, with one holding him in
full nelson, the other taking random punches; chest, stomach and
balls. Diving into action, he thought he was saving Del's jewels, but after
punching the two other cowboys out, for `gratitude', Del busted his chops!

Second time, it was 3 on 1, the two cowboys and Jerry, working Del over,
trading off the responsibility of keeping his bod erect. When Del had had
enough, they each took their time, Del's mouth lubing them up, his ass the
proponent for the other 2 cowboys losing their loads.

Clay was obliged to Jerry for the nice night he had, especially trading off
mouth and ass for getting them off.

With his face in the hay, Del's bod flat out, hardly moving, Jerry was
ready to leave him there, how it's always been, for recovery, but Clay was
compassionate to the point, "Nah, wouldn't be so good, if Bryce should
happen to check the barn in the morning."

As with Javier, the foreman had his own room. Both took one of Del's arms,
half-dragging him across the court, into the farmhouse and, "For sure, he's
not sleeping in `my' bed all dirty and sweated up!"

Of course, Clay was using this as a sales pitch, the three reporting to the
shower. How invigorating, Clay and Jerry finding Del being revived by the
hot shower.

After drying off, they helped Del back to the bed, but he insisted on not
lying down with them. A reason for this, Del right away turned around,
hopped onto the bed, and in all of his glory, orally worked the two. His
balls hung down, like nothing was amiss with them!

Back at the cabin, roof over looking the neighbor's glassy looking lake,
things had progressed to where it became a first for Ron, taking another
man's cock up his ass.

"Not so bad," he liked, grunting, when AJ slowly pushed his cock in.

However, it didn't take long, whereas Ron thought on this as more of a
joyride, kneeling there on pants-covered shingles, AJ pushing him `up' the
roof by his cock!

Once fully in, AJ began to pull out a little, push in, but then lengthened
his gait, really pounding Ron's ass.

Wanting it to stop, he also wanted it to never end. Focusing on the `why',
it wasn't only the feeling of a cock inside him, but the slapping of AJ's
balls against his skin, which produced confusing pangs of pain and
pleasure, something akin to having his balls licked and loathed upon.

Then it came to a point Clay would be proud of him for, AJ putting his
whole self into the fucking action, grabbing Ron's shoulders and riding him
hard.

Really in the throes of a hard fuck, little did they know it would provide
a test for today's work on the cabin.

"Oh shit, I feel something!" Ron yells out.

"I fuckin' hope so!" AJ tells him, rocking his bod with totally forced
intent.

"No, not that," Ron replies, feeling more than AJ rocking his bod.

Blind to the fact, himself on top of Ron and not the roof, AJ had no idea
when the roof below them gives way!

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