Date: Sun, 26 May 2013 11:10:53 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: RE: The Exam chapter One Twenty-one

Chapter One Twenty-One

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although
based on non-fictional events.  It contains sexual acts involving males of
high school age as well as older males.  There are scenes of involuntary
humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic.  If this subject matter
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(NOTE: This story continues the "prequel" series begun with Chapter 110.
Although this series is a stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to
begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One.  The characters in
this prequel, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim Larson
will make more sense then.)  So here we go again...


Wednesday Jul 3 (continued)



	Bo's eyes had gone to Steve, their gazes locked and loaded as soon
as Larry's knees hit the floor, giving Steve the slightest of nods,
something like an apology that he was not the one down there sucking Jim's
cock pumping his own cum onto the floor while Jim's cock stretched his
throat again and again.  Bo glanced around the room and gave a slight
sniff.
	"Yeah I smell it too Mack" Tony smirked at them, totally aroused
and distracted at the same time "smelled a lot of things in work-out rooms
but never cheeseburgers!" his cop instinct kicked in knowing something was
not right, and he was stepping back into his clothes fast, his t-shirt a
blur over his head.
	"That's it!" however Steve could not tear his eyes off Jim's cock
getting deep-throated by Larry's steady polished movements "Bo what's the
deal?  Why is this place – "
	"Guessin I better have Steve -- that Steve!" thumbing towards the
office "check the ventilation.  Sometimes we – those drive-thru's down
the street y'know the wind's outa the east sometimes" but Bo made no move
to leave.  All three of them stood rooted to the floor caught in the humid
fog coming off those two, a half-naked Jim thrusting his hips into Larry's
face, his fists behind his bare butt, his exposed midsection flexing and
twisting in time to his thrusts, all the muscles in his shoulders and arms
putting on the best show he could under the circumstance.  And Larry on his
knees also naked below the waist, his cock equally hard and getting a
steady slow jacking, not fast enough to blow but not slow enough to stop
the tension building.  And his relentless attack on that muscle dick made
it almost obvious Larry knew who he was blowing.  Some of the guys figured
out Larry was in no hurry to call out a name, like he was wanting Jim to
nut in his mouth!  Man, talk about Larry outing himself in a big way, his
actions unmistakable and irreversible, the night he let them all know his
story in a big full-color way.  But judging by the way Steve was sporting
major wood even with that jock fighting the losing battle of keeping it
hidden, and even Tony was keeping one eye on the action as he jumped into
his clothes, each of them letting the group be clear on their open desires.
Steve was too busy watching Jim getting closer and closer to losing his
load down Larry's throat to notice the commotion in the back of the room.
Only when Bo's rafter-shaking boom hit his ears did he look up.
	"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Bo yelled when he saw a group of four
high-school aged guys barreling into the room "WHO THE FUCK?"
	"DAD!" Rich choked out.
	"RICH!" Tony yelled, his son and his friends wearing nothing more
than thin revealing wrestling singlets were on them in seconds "what the
FUCK!" grabbing his gymbag fast.  Like that would make any difference at
this point.  Steve was doing everything he could to make his hardon look
like nothing serious and running for cover everyone yelling over each other
in short loud expletives.  Only Bo stood his ground.
	"HEY! I don't know who y'are or what you're doing here – "
	"Wow! Wow WOW!" John did not care how stupid he looked dressed like
this, if he could just focus his eyes first on that big Steve and then on
what looked like a guy blowing another guy!  And what a guy!  Somebody even
hotter than Tony!  And what a bone on that stud!
	"Get OUTA here! This is NO place for the likes of you kids!"
	"Rich what the HELL are you DOING here?" Tony tried to intercept
his son, knowing it was already too late.  It was Wednesday night all over
again!
	"D-d-dad it was I mean d-d-damn it's supposed to be a j-j-joke!"
the best he could do.
	"Some joke!" from Brian, his eyes taking it all in.  Especially
that camcorder!  Man, talk about burning an indelible life-changing image
into his brain but good!
	"Don't get pissed okay?"
	"Pissed?  PISSED?!? I'm so FAR beyond pissed right now – "
	"This is all wrong!" from Sam.  He never ever expected anything
like this.  His biggest fear at that moment was being caught wearing this
g-d wrestling singlet!  A g-d red South High wrestling singlet even worse!
He thought this had all been some horrible elaborate high-school hazing
arranged by those South assholes – especially being on their turf and
all, and that nasty night watchman who caught them and threatened them with
–
	"Wrong?" Bo's eyes returned to the young guy again and again.
	"We wanted to surprise you guys at Larry's – "
	"You damn well surprised – "
	"When you weren't there – at Larry's like you said..." Rich put
his foot in it.
	"So Mister Norton we kinda well y'know pursuaded Rich here into..."
Brian jumped in, his mouth finally catching up with his eyes.  He
recognized Rich's dad but who the fuck were these other dudes?  Like the
big blond bodybuilder getting his dick worked over and that huge black
powerlifter and...
	"Shut up Bennings!"
	"RICH!!!" Larry got his hood off "WHA...?"
	"Sorry... Larry!" Rich recognized him even before the hood came
off, like he did know that body intimately.  But seeing him all but naked
on his knees sucking off big Jim Larson, and fuck was he getting into it!
Rich was pissed and turned on both to the point his head was spinning.  But
now he realized bringing the guys here was the worst biggest mistake of his
life.  Even if it was very far from voluntary.  When Tony next registered
the look shoot between Larry and his son, he figured out in a split second
how Rich knew about this place.  And he saw red!
	"Awright awright OKAY!  HEY!!!" Bo whistled loud enough to get
everyone to shut up fast, knowing it was his ass on the line here, not Rich
not Larry not any of the kids standing there with their eyes bugging out
several inches from their sockets "Okay everyone quiet DOWN!  NOW!  We all
need t'catch our breaths and calm down here and figure out how we gonna
stop this trainwreck getting real bad real fast!  For EVERYONE!" again the
ear-shattering whistle freezing them in their tracks.
	"It's already bad" Jim was the one caught with his dick down a
guy's throat.  And by a bunch of Tony's kid's friends on top of it! "this
is – "
	But Bo was five steps closer to the four recent arrivals looming
over them like an avalanche of doom "first you gonna tell me who the FUCK
you guys are where the FUCK you came from and how you findin your way IN
HERE!" pulling at Brian's shoulder strap "dressed like that f'starters."
	"We didn't mean – I mean we heard about – I mean we found the
back door we snuck in the back okay?" Brian tried to shield Rich, knowing
he was the one in the center of this insane whirlwind of calamity "all we
wanted was just pimp you guys a little but man! we had no idea THIS is what
was gonna be happening here – "
	"You always break into private property dressed like that?" Bo's
hand not leaving Brian's shoulder "answer me boy! And who are you?" giving
it a menacing shake.
	"Fuck NO!" Brian knew had to stand his ground even if he ended up
smashed to a pulp.  After what he saw when they snuck into the room, he
knew he was not the one to be shitting bricks right now "it's Brian and we
were just... y'know in back trying to surprise you dudes – "
	"Then your friend Steve back there" John found his voice,
tag-teaming Brian "surprised US okay?" looking at Steve without looking at
him.
	"Steve?" Bo narrowed his eyes "he did what?"
	"He grabbed us around our necks – hard okay? – and was
threatening to call the cops" Brian heard himself and started laughing
"cops!  That'd be funny if – "
	"Still don't explain THIS Brian!" Bo snapped the shoulder strap,
getting Brian to wince despite his smirk.
	"He said unless we wanted to get into a whole heap of trouble we
better empty our pockets – "
	"Pockets?" John laughed "more'n pockets!  He said get those clothes
all of them into those lockers and into these crapper outfits pronto!"
again looking at Steve, slowly realizing the big guy was shitting bricks
for both of them.
	"Steve?" Steve tore his eyes off John's front and looked at Jim,
who was sitting in a corner trying to disappear "office Steve?"
	"Then he goes and locks up our clothes in those lockers!  I mean
locked up!" Sam played his poor-little-victim card, deciding to add his
weight to his friends' side "so what were we supposed to do?  We're just
kids!"  He could see fast it was shaping up to be adults versus his
friends, the line drawn as soon as they slid onto that phony work-out
stage.  It wasn't like there was any place to hide, or for the more or less
naked dudes getting into sex shit to hide either.  It was a mutual
eight-car pile-up collision of colossal proportions.
	"So what's up with this shit, huh Mister Norton?" John stepped in
front of Sam, not wanting to be grouped with the kid just then "huh Tony?"
Even if he ended up totally busted it was almost worth it to see Tony and
his friends going at it like he barely imagined in his most extreme
jack-off fantasies.  But what the guys stumbled into was no fantasy; this
was all too real "so what kind of messed-up sex scene is that huh?" John
was on a roll "you dudes want to get into your kinky sex work-outs fine!
But THIS?" tugging on his own faded red singlet "what's this all about?
Damnit!  This is GROSS!  We ain't crappers!"
	"You out to totally humiliate us?" Brian sneered "making football
dudes dress like fuckin crappers that's the WORST!  How fucked up is that!"
	"You!" Tony pointed at Bo "go get your friend to give these kids
their clothes back.  YOU!" pointing at his son "take your friends back to
the dressing room.  NOW!"
	"But dad!"
	"Rich!"
	"And you two!" looking at Jim and Steve "at least make yourselves
look like..." at least kinda respectable.  He had never seen those two
looking so totally busted looking, so totally flattened "Larry that towel
ain't hiding shit!  Get dressed!"  When he saw Bo standing there he yelled
"Bo!  Now!" as he went and turned the camcorder off.
	"Looks to me havin a buncha underage kids back here is gonna – "
	"Is gonna be real bad... for... everyone... Bo.  Huh?" Brian
finished his thought, his voice low and steady, almost thinking: What would
Joel do? "and guys, that is SO not what we came here for."
	"And what DID you come here for? Rich?  John?" Tony knew he was the
center of the problem, he was the lynchpin connecting his cop friends and
his son's friends.  Most of whom have seen him naked, had seen him naked as
well as, as doing sex shit, every one of them could hang him by the balls
for good!  There stood his co-workers, and there was his son, and his son's
friends.  And he was about to be shot by both sides, caught in the
crossfire.  He was the one most vulnerable "huh Rich?"
	"I told you it was just supposed to be a joke dad, to pimp you guys
out, okay?"
	"Well your joke now got your friends in a whole lotta trouble
mister."
	"Not any more than you guys" Brian kept up the pressure, still
doing his Joel impression "don't forget it was YOU guys who were doing shit
when WE come in, not the other way – "
	"You didn't see shit!" Jim tried.
	"Nice try!  We saw enough" Brian feared he might have to square off
with that blond cop.  And that guy was the one made his spine tingle and
his palms sweat.  With the black bouncer a close second.
	"Enough... for... what?" Bo realized Brian was the ringleader now,
not Tony's son as he first suspected.  His hand on Brian's shoulder stayed
put "you tryin t'say something to us, son?  Brian right?"
	"I'm thinking we got ourselves a real honest-to-goodness Mexican
stand-off here, I'm thinking...Bo" Brian knew the guys recognized Joel's
catch-phrase.  He felt that hand burning his shoulder, but refused to let
it spook him.  But he had to admit he was glad it wasn't that cop instead,
that mean streak a mile wide "you busted us for breaking into your
warehouse here fine, and..." here we go, he thought "we busted you guys
for... do I gotta spell it out?  What kinky gay exercise shit you dudes
were – "
	"And now what?" Bo kept his eyes on Brian, ignoring the insinuation
as well as the comments and protests erupting all over that charged room.
	"I'll tell you what!  Now you guys get dressed and you!" Tony
pointed at Rich "you're coming home with me and you're grounded for..."
	"Grounded..." Rich turned the word around in his mouth "if I'm
grounded then you gonna have to explain to mom WHY I'm grounded and
then...she asks about my shoes..." pointing at his bare feet.  But the two
knew what he meant, as well as his friends.
	"Rich we're not going there."
	"Maybe we're not going anywhere" Rich snapped right back, before he
realized what he said and to whom.  But Brian picked up on it,
	"Yeah, Mister N we're not going" almost laughing "like you REALLY
want us leaving here dressed like this?" tugging at his singlet "how's that
gonna look!  Talk about drawing all SORTS of unwanted attention."
	"You hardly said boo since you came in here" Jim turned to the
fourth kid "don't you think you wanna get your ass outa here before – "
	"Before what?" Sam registered the expressions on his friends' faces
out of the corner of his eye "before we catch you guys doing sex shit?"
laughing to himself "oh damn!  Too late for that I'm thinking.  That train
done left the station!" hi-fiving with Brian and John.
	"Good one Sam" John looked him in the eye "not bad for – "
	"Sam?" Jim wanted to hear more "Sam what?"
	"Sam Timmerman" Brian answered for him "maybe you know his dad?
Rudie Timmerman?"
	"You Rudolph's kid?" Jim knew better than to call him Rudie.
Nobody called him that to his face.  Jim felt cold sweat running down his
back now.  Just his luck to be busted tonight by Rudoph Timmerman's kid!
He was dead meat!
	"Yeah, that's my dad" Sam felt the apprehension start to fade by
the tiniest amount "you know him?"
	"Not exactly.  So how old are you?"
	"He a sophomore" and there it was.  The kid was plainly underage.
And young enough to get them all thrown in prison.  Tony looked at his son,
	"Is that right?"
	"Pretty much, dad."
	"Then he's gotta leave.  Absolutely!  NOW!"
	"Dad, it's too late don't you get it?" Rich looked at Brian.
	"Mister N, it's all out in the open now okay?" Brian looked at Sam
"you really think it's a good idea to be shooting your mouth off – or us
to be shouting our mouths off about any of tonight?"
	"Not even!"
	"Well I for one ain't havin no SIXTEEN YEAR OLD KID in here" Bo's
voice cut through the static "son, I don't know your history or what mess
you already mixed up in with these guys" indicating Brian and Rich
primarily "but this here's serious adult business."
	"Serious enough for me to keep my little kid underage mouth shut
about, right?  And okay I don't know you and you don't know me.  I got no
reason to trust you or you to be trusting me right?  I'm just some innocent
little baby" that got a laugh from John "off the street wandered into I
don't know what!  But we both know my age alone's enough to cause a whole
lot of trouble" holding up his hand against the screaming racket "but but
BUT I'm old enough to know when to keep my mouth so tight shut even the
moths don't get out.  You think you got a lot to be scared about?  Then you
sure as hell don't know my dad!" Sam and Bo had been exchanging glances
since he came into the room.  Somehow whatever way the chips would fall,
the night had devolved into whatever those two could carve out in the next
few seconds.  Bo was grasping at the slimmest hope of saving his ass –
save all their asses – so he came over to the young round kid, looking
like he was barely old enough to shave.  He put his hand on that smooth
fleshy shoulder and BANG! there it was!  Sam's history came flooding out in
a rapid series of very disturbing images.  But the most disturbing for Sam
was the effect of having this huge black bodybuilder pawing his bare flesh,
the distinct scent of Bo's nervous immensity filling Sam's nostrils like
fireworks going off, like ozone mixed with nitro "Damn I gotta piss!" and
Sam ran out of the room fast.



	A tense electric silence fogged the room in Sam's absence.  Until
Bo said,
	"We all may be in a big heap of trouble..."
	"Not any more" Rich looked at Larry who looked away fast, feeling
Tony's eyes on him.  Then Tony stared at Rich and held the gaze, daring
anyone to say something "how's that Rich?"
	"I'm thinking we were in trouble, we WERE in trouble maybe ten
minutes ago.  But something's shifting, something like y'know
different... I don't know who to explain can't you feel it?  We were in
trouble but not anymore."
	"Rich you are still most certainly still in trouble" Tony's eyes on
Larry as well, but taking in a steady determination in those hard eyes now.
	"No dad, I'm not.  And you're not, none of us are can't you feel
it?  Like a mean-ass storm just broke over our heads" finally turning his
head to look at Bo, "sorry your name I didn't catch it?"
	"My name ain't important right now" Bo tried to keep his anger in
check, and his growing panic as well.
	"You're right Mister Muscle Hidden Powers Superhero , it ain't.
What's important is all of us here – man just look around this g-d
room!" catching Sam rejoin the group "look at us!  We are all here now.
Right now.  And that's why I just know this ain't no freak accident we're
all here!  What's up with that?"
	"Funny something like that keeps rattling around in my brain too"
Bo glanced once or twice around the room, counting heads and including Sam
"not that it means you guys are outa the woods yet, GOT IT?  But hell
you're right about one thing here, cause this room ain't never EVER seen a
more mismatched dog-pile of guys together like this before."
	"We still gotta find a way outa this mess – " Tony fought his
growing worries with little success.
	"No we gotta realize we put that behind us now okay?" Rich looked
around the room "but first figuring how none of us would be here if it
wasn't... I dunno..." he looked at Sam taking a spot next to Bo on the
weight table, the stains standing out more or less obvious against the pale
red material "well maybe except for you."
	"Maybe I'm supposed to be here... too" turning at Bo.  To
everyone's surprise he put his large arm around that much larger shoulder
"weird crazy buzz in my head like I dunno maybe I was supposed to run into
you tonight or some weird shit like that.  Like it was..."
	"Like what?" Bo still focused on Rich "like y'got this crazy notion
we all been drawn here tonight y'sayin?"
	"You guys are all talking crazy talk now" Brian could not get
comfortable with any of this.  He came here to pimp out Rich's dad and his
friends and yeah, see if there was another nut in his future as intense as
the one in the garage, but boy that is not what was happening.  And he
wanted out.
	"And you!" Sam moved his hand to Bo's bicep, his large mitt more
and more dwarfed by all that black muscle "you know what Rich is babbling
about.  You are the ringleader here right, you are the guy making this
happen!"
	"Don't be blaming me – "
	"Hell nobody ain't blaming you!" Sam almost laughed "we all should
be thanking you!" he looked around the room "who else in the fucked-up –
oops, my mouth! – who else in this wonderful amazing town could pull
strings to get all these guys under one roof, at the same time for... how
you do that?"
	"He's right Bo" Steve came over to his other side "not like you're
this evil puppet master or anything, more like a nudge here, a suggestion
there and..."
	"And next thing we know we find ourselves naked" Larry shook his
head "doing shit we never EVER thought we'd have the balls to admit to"
also coming over to stand by Bo "how does that HAPPEN?  You some kind of –
"
	"Cause he's this sneaky underhanded – " Jim finally spoke up.
	"Cause he's a mind reader" Steve started laughing out loud "okay
okay, not a mind reader exactly, but..." looking at Sam "and right now
you're getting a good idea the shit this young guy must have gone through
to find himself here tonight I'm thinking.  Or you're thinking, am I
right?"
	"You really think you belong in this room tonight?" Bo held both
Sam's shoulders "after everything happened to you Mister sixteen year old?"
	"Actually seventeen" ignoring the grunts from his friends "but I'm
thinking I got other shit – sorry – to be more worried about, if
that's what you mean."
	"That's probably what I mean" Bo looked down at his face, then
Steve's "and you're standin there tellin me these hunches...?"
	"You play them" Steve looked around the room "and look what
happens?"
	"You guys are talking in riddles here" Tony cut in "all I know is
my son is mixed up in stuff he's not old enough to even be aware of and we
should all go home."
	"Right now I'm thinkin yer staying" Bo put his foot down "he's
staying.  You're staying" rubbing Sam's head hard "cause I'm thinkin now
nothing's as bad as what y'already been through to get your butt here.  And
no we ain't gotta talk about that now.  Just have your brother come visit
me."
	"What?" from Sam and Brian and finally Rich catching up with the
developments.
	"You BET I will."
	"Okay, I'm starting to see how impossible what we got here now" Bo
looked around the room "telling me maybe just maybe nobody too young, too
old, too straight, too gay, too big, too small" looking at one face after
another "not to earned a chair at Bo's table tonight" slapping Steve's back
hard "you sure are one helluva weird muthuh!" looking at Jim "and they
better figure that out sooner'n later."
	"They have Bo, they have."
	"Okay I know every guy in this room got reasons for staying and
more reasons for leaving, but I'm sayin we gotta come to an understanding
I'm sayin – "
	"Vote!" from John quickly counting heads.
	"Yeah vote!" Brian and Rich started the chant "vote vote vote."
	"No way!" Jim and Tony shouted over each other.
	"Vote it is" Bo shrugged those shoulders like Atlas shifting the
weight of the whole world by an inch "who says they go?" seeing Tony and
Jim fight to be the first "who else?"
	"Damnit Larry!  Steve!" Jim snarled.  After much arguing and
tug-of-war Steve voted against, Larry for the kids staying, knowing Tony
was going to kill him already "you are so gonna regret that Jensmull!"
	"Hey I already hadda blow ya, what else – no forget I said"
Larry dared not meet Tony's glare.  Or Rich's big smile.
	"And who says they stay?" seeing four hands shoot up, voting as a
bloc.
	"What about you Mack?" Tony could count just fine.  So far five
versus three.
	"Too late I'm thinking" again those boulders shrugged "but jus t'be
fair I vote them leavin, not that it's gonna matter" hiding his tiniest of
smiles "five to four they're stayin!" hearing a loud cheer continue from
the singlet brigade.
	"Nothin bad better come of this" Tony saw any chance of stopping
this disaster fading fast "I mean it" the big musclehead began to cave in.
Only he could see that scene of him sitting naked on the floor of his
garage jacking and getting jacked.  Only he knew it was one of the most
intense sexual experiences of his straight married life.
	"Maybe these boys gonna get me t'realizin" slapping Steve and Sam
"maybe we gotta start workin on gettin all the bad behind us.  We been
through the bad.  We all earned a right to be here."
	"But you still voted against us" and it was Brian tugging off their
rival highschool's singlet "sorry dudes, I was kinda gambling we'd be
outvoted.  This is so outa my league, I ain't ready for this" and he was
gone through the doors into the locker room, his singlet around his waist.
	"Wait!  Brian!" John went tearing after him.
	"No, let him go" Bo looked a bit torn "his story's complicated.
He's involved.  But maybe not tonight, let him go."
	"You sure?"
	"Bo's house, Bo's rules" he massaged his face getting the
circulation going again "now we all got some catching up t'do" turning to
Larry "well?"
	"Well what?" not to happy about being singled out.
	"Y'wanted them t'stay, first thing then is tell them tell everyone
who it was... y'know when you were... y'know, wearing the mask?"
	"Y'mean when I...?"
	"Do it Larry" from Rich, scrutinizing his dad's expressions "it's
all good."
	"Okay I guess I gotta do it like I haven't already huh?" looking at
Jim "maybe next time you blow your load... Jimbo!"
	"Okay okay, don't say it" standing there straightening his t-shirt,
his shoes buried somewhere.
	"You aren't leaving?"
	"No, I don't see the purpose anymore" looking at Rich and his
friends "guess the damage is done, huh?"
	"So I'm guessin Larry there did his penalty and that means..."
looking at the young guys "well guessin how we forcin our `guests' t'stay,
thinkin our work-out gotta change t'accommodate the new guys."
	"Hey we can hold our own" Rich looked at his dad "ain't that right
dad?"
	"So what you got in mind Bo?"
	"Just because we got so many guys here now" Bo looked at the
youngest addition to their group "for starters, I mean t'be savin time –
"
	"And hurry to the real exercises, huh?" Rich got out before his dad
shushed him.
	"I'm thinkin everyone doubles up, picks partners, workout
partners."
	"You of course!" Sam blurted out so fast "you're the biggest dude
in here."
	"Okay fine" looking at Rich next "how bout you young Norton?"
	"Damn..." Rich looked at Larry, then his dad, torn between two
major loyalties "I dunno."
	"Go on Rich, it's cool" Larry helped him decide.
	"Okay... dad?"
	"Y'sure?  Me?" Tony looked at Larry "but you and Lar there y'know,
y'sure you don't – "
	"What?  Don't you want me as a partner?"
	"Thinking you and Larry might be... but" turning to Bo "I'll stay
and Rich stays and... but..."
	"But what?" Bo saw Tony's layers and layers of conflict written all
over his muscled face.
	"If he's staying – if all these young guys staying, we can't be
– "
	"Penalties is what you're worried about, huh dad?"
	"Let's say we worry about that when we gotta then" Bo realized it
was baby steps with this crew now "right now we are pickin partners!"
	"You don't mind?" Rich nodded at Larry.
	"Go on..." Tony bit his lip "something I guess I
gotta... y'know... sooner or later" but deep inside he almost wanted to
witness something happen between them.  Part of him wanted to have
something to hold over Larry, and part of him was seeing the two of them
naked and...
	"Okay... Larry!"
	"Cool" he came over and stood next to him.
	"You... what's your name again?" Bo pointed.
	"John."
	"Okay, pick your partner."
	"Well if Rich don't want to be your partner... Mister N?  If you
don't mind a fat – "
	"Y'ain't fat and I think we'd be a great team" Tony came over next
to him "we'll wipe their ass!" pointing at his son and Larry.  He
remembered the kid's stamina and determination.  He knew this hotheaded kid
would do anything for him.  The big kid had a bad case of hero-worship for
the musclehead.  And Tony was gambling it would prove decisive.
	"Well we got a slight problem here is what I'm thinkin" Bo looked
at Steve and Jim "ain't fair you two pair up, you're both too big" Bo
closed his eyes deep in thought "what time's gettin t'be?"
	"Almost eight" Larry looked at his phone "why?"
	"We got a few minutes before..."
	"Before what?" Tony panicked, Jim not far behind.
	"Okay you!" pointing at Jim "you too!" pointing at Steve "before we
start the team competitions next. We're just gonna have a little
interlude-type break."
	"Break?  We're supposed to be working out!" Tony felt his evening
slip away.
	"And we will but first a quick one-on-one between Jim and Steve
here to determine..."
	"Determine what?" from Steve.
	"Doing what?" Jim worried they would bring back that leather hood
for one or both of them.
	"Guys?" Bo looked at them "ideas?"
	"How much time?"
	"Five... ten minutes tops" Bo shrugged "and don't forget y'got the
resources" waving his hand, lowering his voice "ALL the resources of this
place at your command."
	"I know just the thing" Jim took over before Steve started pulling
nasty things out of those drawers "ain't no exercise I can't beat your ass
at Steve-O, but I'm thinkin Bo here wants more of a exhibition kinda thing,
right?"
	"You guys decide."
	"Well Jimbo?" Steve narrowed his eyes "what evil perverted deed
y'planning?"
	"Show you how perverted this is!  You're gonna hate this" Jim
chuckled "cause y'can do this one with your clothes on" ignoring something
like a disappointed groan from the forming audience "two blindfolds Bo
and..." picking out four dumbbells, making a big show of carrying all at
once, his thick corded arms popping on cue.  If there was one thing Jim was
good at, it was running his Biceps-A-Go-Go Show.  He gave the two lighter
ones to Steve, making a show of explaining this exercise was not about
heavy lifting but balance "like those squats the other time" laughing "but
y'just hold the weights out to your side" putting the blindfold on Steve,
then the other one on himself "same time you hold one leg straight out!
First guy to lose his balance loses, got it Bearbreath?"
	"You come up with the fuckin stupidest stunts!" Steve gave his leg
a tentative lift, realizing both his arm and his thigh muscles were being
tested.  As well as his cores, keeping balance the real bitch, just as Jim
knew.
	"Okay you guys" Jim grunted from beneath his blindfold "you give a
yell first guy to lose it... starting... NOW!" and up went his left leg as
his arms swung the weights up and out.  Steve heard the command and up went
his left leg as well, his thick football legs having done this so many
times he lost count.  Where Jim had the tight control, Steve had the sheer
bulk of strength.  And experience.  One minute went by, then two, then
three.  When it looked like Steve's legs started shaking and he was in the
process of losing, all heads turned.
	"Sorry guys..." it was a fully dressed Brian heading through the
room, heading for the exit "just think I should go, okay?"
	"Never thought you'd be the one to wuss out Bennings" from big
John, glancing over at Sam "not after – I mean setting a bad example for
the kid here!"
	"I ain't no wuss" Brian shot back "I ain't no Joel either!"
	"Joel who?" from Tony.
	"Yeah, Bennings" Sam joined in as both Steve and Jim dropped their
feet, a basic tie, a muffled grunt from Steve "and here I'm the one should
be – "
	"You stayin then huh?"
	"You bet!" Sam caught himself "I mean sure, why not?"
	"You always welcome t'come back" Bo went over and shook his hand
"one-on-one, understand?  A bit too crowded tonight for ya, I understand."
	"Joel who?" Steve was on his ass heading for the door "Brian?"
	"Ask them" thumbing at his friends "later" and Brian was out the
door.
	"So I win right?" Jim set his dumbbells on the floor "right?"
	"No way!" Steve wanted to put it to a vote "I won."
	"You both... tied" Bo came between them "but if anyone lost..."
	"No fair!" Jim whined "we got interrupted.  Distracted when that
kid interrupted us and all."
	"I think we put it t'vote" Bo looked around the room "guys?"
	"I'm sayin Jimbo lost" Tony smirked "just on principle like.
Besides I wanna see him do a penalty for once.  Just on principle like."
	"Fuck you Norton!"
	"You wish!"
	"Vote?" Bo looked at the guys "who thinks Steve lost?" and hands
shot up.  Larry, John – of course! – and Jim!  So when it came for a
show of hands for Jim, it was Rich and Tony and of course Steve!
	"Looks like a tie" Bo looked at young Sam "y'decidin this?"
	"What about you?" Sam shot right back at him.
	"I'm playin ringleader – can't be showin favorites, I'm thinkin"
Bo put his hand back on Sam's smooth skin "well?  Up t'you then."
	"What exactly happens to the loser?  You guys been doing penalties
huh?"
	"No penalties!" Tony jumped into the discussion "if it's going
there, Rich gotta leave!  And I'll leave too!"
	"Dad!"
	"What about our partners?" Larry saw more problems.
	"C'mon Mister N!" John saw his evening crumble as well.
	"First you decide which one of these two bruisers lost and then..."
Bo hovered over Sam.
	"You guys have penalties, yes or no?" Sam's eyes on Bo.
	"Yeah maybe" Larry thought it might make a difference.
	"That's what we walked into right?" Sam looked all innocent "I mean
you I mean guys like you would never be doing that stuff unless..."
	"Huh?"
	"Unless they made you right" Sam shrugged "like it was just a game
to force you to do something nasty, right?  Just only because you lost,
right?  Making guys do stuff they never would do otherwise, right?" stuff I
would never admit to do, Sam was thinking.
	"What're ya getting at?" Bo could see Larry was nervous enough for
both of them.
	"So you guys made up penalties" Sam ignored Rich's frantic gestures
"and if you want me to decide, then okay I'll decide.  But only if I can
suggest some penalties too?  Nothing too weird, okay?" Sam gave Bo his most
innocent look.
	"You're too young for one" Jim could see Bo was egging Sam on and
vice versa.  But to what end?
	"Then not to worry, right?"
	"Well..." Bo felt the little guy was far from naive.
	"Right?  Guys?" looking at his buds "now we're here and we're
staying we should make our own list.  I mean we walked into this, only
fair, right?"
	"All yours Sam" John put his hands in the air "too much for a
simple country boy like me" Rich busting a gut.
	"Not expecting you got any experience with this stuff" Jim frowned
"I should not be worried" which he was "give him some paper Bo" which is
what he did.
	"So this is just like... made up pretend stuff, right?" Sam was
scribbling fast "not like..."
	"Remember we are in teams, okay?" Bo tried to look over Sam's
shoulder.
	"You guys sort it out, we better leave" Tony had first-hand
experience this younger generation was far from innocent.  He did not want
to be around when it all hit the fan.  Or rather he did, but not with his
co-workers as witnesses.
	"Chill out for a second" was the only answer Bo would give.  In no
time flat Sam finished listing his three penalties and handed the paper to
Bo "okay Bo's rules now.  We let the young guys list penalties but no way
I'm letting ANY of them DO penalties, got it?" holding up his hands to
quiet the protests "and yeah I waited until this guy here finished so there
was no unfair advantage."
	"But that's lopsided!" from Larry of all people.
	"And making them compete with the likes of a bunch of big
muscleheads ain't?" Bo shook his head "that's how I gotta even it out"
looking down at Sam "and no way these guys should have to do half of
what..." and just as he did they all heard,
	"He's back here" and coming around the corner was a big and very
nervous Brian "I found him out front asking about you" ushering in an even
bigger and more nervous Hispanic guy dressed like he was between club dates
"the big one's Bo."
	"You Bo?" the thick imposing guy came from behind Brian towards Bo.
When he held out his hand Bo noticed their grips were almost even.
	"Yeah that's me" sizing him up and down "wasn't expecting you until
later from your email" taking in the sheer bulk of the guy.  He looked to
be in his early thirties and more than two hundred pounds of barrel-chested
huskiness.  His thick moustache made him look like an extra in a
south-of-the-border shoot-em-up.
	"Got off work early" looking around the room "so if y'want I can
come back later..."
	"Nah, you just stay put.  Guys, this here is John."
	"Juan actually" taking in the amazing collection, the rather
intimidating collection Bo had assembled – almost for his benefit it
appeared "John Juan, whatever works, y'know."
	"Then I guess I'm little John" John came over and shook his hand as
well "but I haven't been called that since..." shaking his belly.
	"Since never Bombo" Brian laughed.
	"C'mon Brian y'gotta stay now" Rich insisted "otherwise we're one
guy short."
	"Sam there's short enough" Brian ruffled Sam's hair as he yanked
away "right?"
	"Gonna pay for that Bennings."
	"You wish!"
	"T'sweeten the pot like" Bo rubbed his chin "maybe..."
	"Boy, you got Bennings' number" John laughed "that why y'went
outside?  T'do a doobie?"
	"Shut up Bombo!" glancing around the room, blushing and nervous
"these dudes are... cops..."
	"We are all off-duty okay?" Tony made sure he was cutting off his
escape regardless "this time, got it?  Next time we won't turn a blind eye,
y'read me?"
	"Yes sir" damn if he didn't salute him.
	"So why you guys dressed like that?" Juan looked at all the
singlets "you guys wrestlers from South?"
	"Fuck NO!" Brian and a few others yelled "they're all WE'RE all
football players!"
	"Football?  North?" Steve almost swallowed his tongue, singling out
Brian.
	"That guy in the office" Rich tugged at his singlet, focusing on
Juan instead "he thought he was being funny or something."
	"Was all a misunderstanding, nothin more" Bo made a point of
rolling the camcorder further towards the back of the room, but checking
and reloading the tape in the process "Brian you staying now right?"
	"Still think I should..."
	"Y'already played that game Bennings" John rolled his eyes "whadya
want?  An engraved invitation?"
	"He just wants us to beg, ain't that right?"
	"No really guys... maybe I..."
	"Well I'm way too big t'beg" Bo came over and put his huge arm
around him, more intimidating than friendly "but you're big enough t'know
yer own mind I'm thinkin.  Stay or go."
	"Sorry guys" and just like that Brian caught Steve's eye and was
gone.
	"My big-talking partner" Steve looked around the room "guess that
means I'm out."
	"Not so fast Steve-O" Jim nailed him to the floor "you were just
about to do your penalty!"
	"He's right Steve" Bo came over, cutting off his exit next, his arm
tight around Steve's neck "or should I say Lou" he whispered "lucky for you
it was Brian not Joel showed up tonight... Lou" feeling Steve's shoulder
spasming realizing Bo knew the whole story of Steve and the guy across the
hall from him named Randy and his cousin Joel, apparently a football friend
of all these young guys!
	"Guys!" Steve pulled away from Bo's examination "don't say anything
– " he whispered to Bo.
	"Hey, I haven't picked yet!" Sam observed Bo's secret conference
with Steve.  He knew the evening was shifting away from him and his friends
"but hey, now we're one man short."
	"Boy, one boy short!"
	"Which means you leave now Rich" Tony looked at his son.
	"I don't know what you're so worried about me seeing" looking at
Steve, then Jim, finally his bud John "but if you're so hot t'get me outa
here – AND that means you ain't leaving, fine!  I'll leave if it means
you're staying!"
	"No wait Rich!" John saw his night collapsing in flames around him.
	"Like I said then that one condition is" Rich stood in front of his
dad "my shoes stay here."
	"What?"
	"You heard me!  If I leave you stay, otherwise no deal."
	"Rich you are in no position – "
	"Yeah he is Mister N" John came over next to him "yeah he
is... partner."
	"Or I stay" Rich squared his shoulders "and then..."
	"Okay okay okay" Tony looked at Jim first and then Bo "I'm over a
barrel here guys, Rich wins."
	"So that settles the problem with odd man out?  Steve?  Larry?  You
two both lost your partners so pick your – "
	"I want the big guy" Jim yelled out.
	"Which one?" Steve shot back, hoping Jim might pick him.
	"You!" Jim pointed at Juan.
	"Y'might wanna reconsider" Bo tried.
	"I'm pickin Juan there, Big Juan."
	"Then I guess you're with me" Steve grabbed Larry "hey I'll make it
up to ya" seeing Larry's eyes follow Rich out the door.
	"I'm counting on it" Larry watched Bo doing a quick head-count
seeing the lopsided teams forming.
	"Okay now what?" Jim was anxious to get this going, and even more
anxious to get to the point where either Steve finally did his penalty or
Tony was made to look the chump or both at once "we're burning a lot of
time here what with..." nodding at the two remaining singlets.
	"Okay okay" Bo looked at that irregular motley array of guys
assembled for what?  Guys of all ages and fitness levels from one extreme
to the other, the comments from Sam and Rich still rattling around his
brain "I sure ain't useta coaching half the town at once okay?  But seein
as how we gotta get t'the bottom of what's goin down here" rubbing his chin
raw "seein as how we got a real full house of guys here, some strong"
looking at Tony "some ain't" indicating himself! "and no matter what I do
and say these last two ain't wantin t'be leavin!" grabbing his partner Sam
around the head in a half-nelson, threatening to do the same to a much
bigger John "now we got TWO teams of only adults and we all know who's
gonna always run away with any strength contests, right?  So all the more
reason ain't NO KID doin penalties, we got that?  So we gotta – I gotta
– get real creative now."
	"Not too creative Bo" Jim was ticked off he could not turn this
into a two-way battle against Tony, seeing as how Tony was now stuck with
some overweight high-school kid and he had this hulking bouncer of a
partner "remember we got..."
	"Yeah I know and that's why we doin teams.  And since we
got... whooeey eight guys here we can't be all linin up for takin turns on
equipment like.  So here's what's goin down at Bo's place.  We all do
exercises we can do at the same time."
	"Like what?"
	"Like that leg thing for starters.  Like what you and Steve doin
before."
	"What about our vote?  Your vote" John groused, elbowing Sam to say
something "for their tie?" pointing at Jim and Steve.
	"Next tie you and Sam get t'decide with Big John, you three decide,
okay?" looking at Steve: you dodged the bullet, don't forget.
	"I thought I was Big John" Juan smiled at John.
	"You're Big Juan tonight how's that?" Bo raised his hands to
referee those two.
	"Fine sure okay."
	"If we're doing leg balances I ain't supposing you got blindfolds
for all of us" Jim looked around.
	"No I ain't" Bo started to tug his white tank-top up and over that
huge chest "so you guys all gotta use your own shirts."
	"Yeow, that's smelly gross" Sam chuckled "wait!" looking at the
John's singlet and then his own "shit what about us?"
	"You boys all eager t'go and bust in on us and mess up our evening"
Bo realized it was time to reassert his top-dog status, remind everyone who
was really in charge "those singlets y'boys so hate wearing – I should
make y'use those!  That's the price for stayin" Bo expected objections from
Jim or Tony.
	"Right!" John looked at his partner expecting him to complain "we
end up bare-ass naked!" quick glance at Steve for some reason "how fair is
that?"
	"Bo's house Bo's rules."
	"What if I throw a boner?" Sam blurted out what everyone was
thinking, expecting some kind of laugh.  The silence hit him right in his
thick gut.  The look from Big Juan was a real education.
	"Then y'get boner points.  What's one more boner" Tony said, now
bare-chested, only his goatee sticking out from beneath his covered face
"but really Mack, to be fair, the two kids already are at a disadvantage,
only wearing one item for starters.  C'mon be a sport!"
	"Guess I see your point" Bo found two jockstraps in a drawer.
Judging by the size they could only be his.
	"Yuck!" John mugged, but knew it was kind of a turn-on "those gotta
be – "
	"These or yer singlets!" Bo tossed it at him.
	"C'mon guys" but John already had his red shoulder straps back up
and over his thick hair-smeared shoulders and started wrapping Bo's used
jock around his head "this is way kinky."
	"Guess it could be worse" Sam's torso was re-covered as well and he
wrapped his head in Bo's jock.  Twice around was too loose, three times was
so tight he thought his ears would be pinched in half.  Just before his
eyes were covered he looked at Big Juan pulling off his shirt "what's up
with that?" hoping to distract everyone from the effect Bo's jock was
having on his own crotch.
	"It's uh... uh..." Juan forgot his piercing when he pulled his
shirt over his big round chest "I mean my girlfriend..."
	"Your girlfriend gets off on pierced nipples?" Jim for one was not
buying it.  He never saw one in real life but thought it looked totally
faggy "tell me that didn't hurt!"
	"Yeah... well..." Juan was not comfortable being the center of
attention all of a sudden.  But that was one of many reasons he was here
tonight.  He heard about this guy Bo who was this big work-out guru or
something.  They exchanged a few emails and then phone calls.  Bo even
mentioned the cameras, just to gauge the stranger's reactions.  He heard
Juan's tone change, heard the catch in his voice, assuming Juan was losing
interest fast.  But when Bo made hints about money – lots of money –
and left it open how much or how little Juan could do, Juan bit the hook.
And when Bo made the veiled references to letting Juan even call some shots
once he earned Bo's respect, once they reached an "understanding" as Bo put
it, Juan was more intrigued than he let on in earlier exchanges.  But
running into that high school jock out front, and then half the male
population of the town in various states of dress, well that was NOT what
he expected to find.  His first reaction was to high-tail his butt out of
there.  Without drawing any more attention to himself, not with his past
history.  When he pieced together these dudes were cops – cops into
weird shit? – he knew he had to play his cards slowly and carefully.  He
kept looking to Bo for guidance but Bo was busy.  Man was he busy.
	Bo helped his partner tug the jock pouch down past his eyes and
covering his nose and mouth.  He felt the shiver ripple through Sam's
flesh, noticing the growing bulge his thin ragged singlet could not hide,
	"Sam y'sure brave for such a young pup" looking around the room
"since we don't got way near enough dumbbells for all you einsteins, what
we do is face yer partner" waiting for everyone's grunt and fumble like so
many blind men stumbling around the room "yeah when y'found them grab them
by their forearms, got it?  Okay when you got yer places, raise your right
leg.  Your RIGHT leg got it?" ignoring the protests around the room "and
when I say go y'lower yer butt half-way to the floor – "
	"Who goes first?" from Brian, so close to Steve he could smell his
anti-perspirant in his flaring nostrils."
	" – same time got it?  You are a team now, y'help each other
lower yerselves down and keep yer balance.  And stay down til I yell UP!
Got it?"
	"This is wicked!" Tony got the impression fast, glad he had John
with his line backer thighs to counter-balance him.
	"Down!" Bo thought about tightening his shirt around his face but
decided he could affort to cheat.  So he grabbed Sam's arms and more or
less muscled him down, pulling their mismatched crotches tight together.
Sooner or later the guys would figure out, the closer together they were,
the better their balance would be.  And all these dudes getting to the
point of rubbing crotches was just what Bo had been planning.  Sam would
have toppled backwards trying to keep his growing cock away from Bo's
crotch but Bo's muscles powered his small frame down so they were crouching
there with their right legs extended for what seemed like ten minutes
before Bo yelled "up!"
	Before the guys had a chance to recover Bo yelled "down!" again and
down they went.  This time Bo had them hold the position a good ten seconds
before he yelled them up again.  Again and again he made them do it, each
time holding the position longer until finally it happened.  First Larry
brought Steve tumbling to the ground with the team of Jim and Juan right
behind them.  It was a difference of maybe a half-second.
	As soon as Bo heard the bodies crashing to the floor he yelled,
	"Okay boys, masks off!  I'm seein a COUPLE of teams already messed
up!" noting that Juan was the last back on his feet.
	"They fell first" Jim tried.
	"Fat chance Larson!" Larry spat back.
	"Don't count on it, they fell!"
	"We both fell" from Steve of all people.
	"You sure are all hot t'do shit" Larry looked at his big clumsy
partner Steve "okay knock yourself out!  Your funeral!"
	"We default just like them" Steve grabbed him right back.
	"You're just hot to – "
	"Fuck maybe I shouldn't a picked you after all Lar!" Steve looked
around the room "c'mon guys!" but Sam looked at John who just shrugged,
then the light bulb went off "guys!"
	"Now do we decide?  Finally?" John nailed Steve in his gaze.  Sam
however picked Jim.  Another round of arguing and whining was unleashed
until Bo nodded at Steve.
	"Just so y'don't think it's all rigged" Steve kept his thick arm
around Larry's shoulder "Larry you pick it.  You pick what list – "
	"For all four of us?" the last thing Jim wanted was to be at
Larry's or worse Steve's mercy.  He knew what a vindictive ass Steve was,
especially when it came to this kind of shit.  Not like having Larry do the
dirty work made any difference.
	"Nope, each team's gonna pick its own penalty" Bo looked back and
forth "fair's right?"
	"That way nobody gets to say shit then" Tony looked Jim "y'heard
him Jimbo."
	"Thanks a whole lot Norton..." looking at Juan "well you or me."
	"You know your friends better'n..." I know any of them, Juan looked
at his nails, seeing they needed chewing.  He came here tonight to
challenge – yeah maybe be challenged – by the big man he talked to on
the phone.  But this was NOT on his agenda by a long shot "I mean I ain't
that way" nodding at Steve of all guys "y'know... I didn't come here to
y'know do that stuff..."
	"Okay... I didn't either.  Hell none of us did okay?  But nobody's
forcing you t'stay so..." Jim looked at Juan then Sam "if you don't I will"
biting his lip, and Juan did not move a muscle "then I pick... fuck okay
you win, your list then" giving Sam a snide smile, hoping the kid was too
naive for half this stuff "not like – "
	"No fair!" Steve yelled "I was I mean Larry was gonna – "
	"That's what y'get for pissin'n moanin" Bo smirked "and y'can't be
pickin from your own list... Larry" he went over to the papers handing
Sam's to Jim, and the remaining two in front of Steve "pick!"
	"Ain't got a big choice here, but sorry Bo your first penalty
was... hmmm so let's see what Musclehead Norton wrote" Larry was sweating
bullets "cause being a straight cop and all it can't be – oh SHIT!"
glaring at him "does Rich know?  I mean how could you even... I mean what
kinda sick perv are you?  No wonder you wanted – "
	"Who me?" from Tony, straight-faced and smug.
	"Yer both gonna read'm" Bo looked at Jim "but you first."
	"Damn Timmerman..." Jim looked at the sophomore in a new light
"while I'm taking this in, how about you tell all of us why your singlet's
all stained and?  It sure as hell ain't hiding much boning and drooling and
all.  Hell kid, you gonna spunk just perving on all of us?" stalling and
shifting the embarrassing focus to the weakest link.
	"Maybe he is" Bo's hand busy on Sam's wet shoulder "first of many's
what I'm planning, but that competition's for later" feeling the shoulder
flinch, catching Juan's shocked expression before he gave him a calming nod
"just kiddin – or not.  Go on Jim, time's up, read it!" Juan's face
getting redder and redder, his eyes darting nervous as startled bats around
the room.
	"Damn..." Jim was having to re-evaluate his opinion of the evening,
thinking leaving was more and more the better option.  With that Juan guy
right behind him, it appeared.  But what was worse how could he leave and
not be labeled a wuss a coward or worse.  How could he make and exit
without all the other guys... damn, Jim was screwed!  Sam's image as
innocent minor underage bullied kid was flying out the window! "ya little
fuck" under his breath, seeing an anxious smile cross Sam's face "the kid,
innocent little kid actually wrote: one guy stripped naked sucked off by
other" looking at him and thinking that dark moist stub of a dick beneath
that singlet gave a visible jump "and he underlined `off', so I'm guessing
y'mean cumming the works."
	"Muscles and brains" Sam smiled "total package there, Mister
Larson.  Read the rest."
	"Ain't happening!"
	"It says: on camera" Sam finished for him.
	"Forget it!  It's your sick jack-off fantasy and it ain't
happening!" cause I'm leaving!
	"One more reason the two young ones ain't doin penalties" Bo lied
"but yeah that's Sam's penalty!  And don't even be thinkin of leavin Jim!
Do it or forfeit!"
	"Huh?  Forfeit?" Jim could still remember Larry's mouth on his dick
not a half hour ago.  And the thought of this big Juan guy chowing down on
his meat was not the worst that would happen, and if staying meant a second
dude getting to swallow his dick but still...
	"Either your teammate's cock or else I'm gonna be pickin three
cocks instead!" Bo bluffed.  But the way he grabbed himself made Jim break
out in a cold sweat.
	"What about you Bearbreath?  Your turn.  Read it" Jim suspected
they had a lose-lose situation now "what did big musclehead Tony have the
balls to put in writing?" ignoring Bo's stare, ignoring that huge paw
grabbing that crotch.
	"I wanna see the suck show first, then I'll tell ya" shaking his
head at Tony "man... Rich really knows your story?"
	"He's just a kid" Tony lied "unlike his friends here" looking at
John especially "he ain't got a sick imagination like mine"
	"Just read it, quit stallin" Bo took one threatening step.
	"Okay okay, keep your pants on" again aware all eyes were on him,
especially Juan hoping to dodge his own bullet somehow if all this
bickering continued "damn Tony, for being married n'all – okay okay I'm
reading it okay?  The big straight married body builder writes: number one
both guys stripped naked cocks in harnesses and balls ten minutes of
weights straps and..." glaring at him "grease and edge each other.  First
one shoots has to."
	"Damn!  Wait!" Larry cut his off fast "but that's I mean only after
y'know AFTER you and Juan – "
	"First we see you two suck – wait!  Who sucks WHO?" Steve was
all about seeing Jim finally swallow a cock!  If not his, this would be
second best "what else Norton? First one has to what?  You never finished
what – "
	"Never finished anything.  I was in a hurry" hoping the expressions
on all their faces would change once the action finally got under way.  He
knew the rest of his list would backfire on him even more so, would make
him look the total cock-brained hypocrite and worse if anyone ever picked
his list.  Which he had been bluffing they never ever would.  But the
evening kept getting worse and worse, guys coming and going and that big
Mack truck of a coach was either losing control of his room or else he
actually wanted things to get crazy balls-out kinky.
	"Has to what, Norton?" Jim was learning to hate his former ally.
If Tony really was going to completely betray him like this, like some
twisted pay-back for letting things get out of control that Wednesday, like
it was HIS fault.  Which it wasn't.  Unless Bearbreath already spilled the
beans to Tony about their three-way – hell four-way! – fuck-fest they
had in this very room in which case Steve was going down!  Big time! "huh
Norton?  Has to what?"
	"I... uh... like I said I never finished – "
	"Like hell!"
	"Seriously Larson" Larry continued "because the next line says:
number two: both naked – "
	"Never mind next line" Bo yanked the paper out of his hand "I'm
reading it the same.  There is no `has to' nothing okay?"
	"So then what does he have to..."
	"You're so stalling now Jimbo trying to postpone the inevitable"
Steve did not realize how much he was boning just thinking about Tony's
little stunt "we still ain't figured out which – "
	"Look guys" Juan scanned the room knowing this was all wrong "no
way I came here tonight for... y'know this stuff.  Me and Bo... I
mean... c'mon I'm not really going to... y'know..." Juan looked from face
to face, trying to find something like an ally among all these strangers "I
mean I ain't that way.  I don't know you guys..."
	"Nobody's callin ya names here Big John" Bo came over and put his
arm around his thick shoulders making a point of massaging the full
muscles, letting one hand dangle close to that pierced nipple.  The gesture
was designed to calm him as much as quash any thought of bolting for the
door.  But if Juan folded the whole evening could disintegrate.  Bo's
skills were in finding the weakest link and keeping him from bolting.
Right now the guy balancing on the knife edge was not Jim but Juan.  So it
was Juan's shoulder Bo continued to massage slowly lowering down to the
nipple massaging and rubbing until he felt it harden under his strong
fingers.  Degree by degree Bo backed Juan away from the precipice "and I'm
guessin Jim here ain't volunteering t'do the nasty part either – "
	"Got that right!" Jim glared back.
	"So guys" Bo cracked his signature smile "guess we all gotta vote
all over on – "
	"No WAY!" Jim hit the roof "that's even worse!"
	"Either you two decide or – "
	"I ain't!  No WAY!" Juan and Jim barked simultaneously.
	"Then guys who's votin t'see Juan here do the nasty?" Bo looked
around the room.  In spite of Juan's protest first Larry's hand went up,
then John and of course Jim's.
	"Knock it off you can't vote!" Steve smirked.
	"Okay guys" Bo continued "Jimbo?" and Tony's, then Sam's and
Steve's went up fast.  Juan looked confused and a millimeter less panicked
but his hand went up slightly.
	"So you two cancel each other out naturally" Bo shook his head "and
I ain't votin or playin favorites" looking at the guys "guess it's three to
four, that means you big Jim!"
	"Ain't happening!" Jim glared at Steve "I get sucked I don't suck"
waiting for Steve to argue the point.
	"Or I pick three guys t'replace Juan there" Bo growled, his voice
deep and scary "starting with me first!"
	"Fuck yeah!" Larry and Sam looked at each other, an "oops" moment
between them both.
	"And Sam for second" Bo continued.  With Juan it was all about calm
soothing; with Jim it was about meeting resistance with force "yeah, just
think hard about a loose tape of you putting your mouth on some
sixteen-year-old – "
	"Seventeen!"
	"Fuck fuck FUCK!" Jim could not understand how the evening turned
against him so fast so early.  For starters he blamed those fucking brats
in the singlets for all of this, because if they had not barged in when
they did Larry over there would be spitting out his cum right now "why
t'hell anybody thinks I'm a cocksucker!  AIN'T HAPPENING!  Are you
TRIPPIN?"
	"Like I told Big John here" Bo loomed over him next, his voice low
and deadly "nobody's callin names here, got it?  But Jim now here's the
deal y'already agreed to, no wussing out, you're about a week too late for
that" making sure Jim understood Bo's meaning exactly "you gonna pick YOU
decide right here, either yer partner there" holding up those thick paws as
Jim continued to yell "or or... or three! yeah THREE dudes we pick until
yer swallowin first two loads – "
	"No fucking way!  It's fine for Jismboy over there all eager to
take a dude's load – shit we all know now he's – "
	"I'm what, Larson?" Larry knew what he was but didn't want it
thrown in his face right now, not like this.  Not with Jim finally in the
hot seat for a change.
	"Well whatever... I ain't like that!" Jim's few remaining shreds of
dignity were falling in tatters around his ankles.  He knew his only option
was leaving but Bo was making it clearer and clearer to everyone that
option had expired several days ago.
	"Chill Jimbo" Steve joined Bo at Jim's side "cool down relax okay?
You know this ain't the worst that can happen tonight, you and I both know
that okay?  Compared to everything else that happened in – "
	"Will you fuckin shut UP!" Jim knew better than to look at Tony at
that moment feeling his professionally trained scrutiny boring into the
back of his head.  When he felt the redness spread from his face and flush
all the way down his pumped pale chest he knew he was busted.
	"Well there y'are Jimbo" Steve shrugged "we all coulda left when
those two did but no we decided – YOU decided to stay – and now the
price for staying, the price for all the rest all that shit your head –
both your heads – are imagining is now we play ball, seeing as we all
got our dicks in the fire y'might say.  Ain't nobody here ain't got shit
t'hide" and he laughed out loud, shocking Jim and Larry and even Juan "hell
Larson, think of it this way.  You do this, get it outa your system,
y'might say, you get the ball rolling and then think of the even nastier
shit on those lists you can make somebody else... do" Steve knew Jim's
weakness "they make you suck dick big deal.  You make them well... use your
imagination!"
	"Yeah but I didn't make no list!"
	"You think your evil mind is any different from anybody else?"
Steve laughed, putting his finger right on the main unspoken issue swirling
around all their heads "shit you know what goes down here.  You know
blowjobs are kids stuff compared to – "
	"Okay OKAY I get the idea" ya big mouth! Jim glared at him like it
was his fault "if if IF I do this then you better watch your ass,
Braersten!" and that was it.  Steve knew Jim had caved.
	"Now we're talking!"
	"Hmmm... damn...fuck... fuck... but don't even think about using
that camcorder – " and there it was, the critical domino had toppled,
the chain reaction had begun, all of them going down the same hole.  Even
Juan felt some half-spoken trap closing around him.
	"You you y'know really gonna do it?" Juan looked at him.  Because
up to that point Juan was gambling this musclebound straight asshole would
never ever agree to anything involving Juan.  Or making Juan expose himself
to a room full of guys.  Instead of answering him Jim swore and dropped to
his knees "wow... man..." looking at Bo next "if I mean y'know if I let him
do this, that y'know I mean that don't make me..."
	"Don't make ya nothin.  Just another horny dude" Bo's eyes were
glued to the front of those dress pants "go on.  Shuck the fancy duds."
	"I hope this is..." and before his hesitating hands even had his
belt unbuckled, Jim was tugging down Juan's zipper a big hurry to get this
over with fast.  When he reached through the fly he found the opening of
Juan's boxers and started fishing around just as those pants fell down to
the floor with a rattling bang.  Juan's hands were battling with Jim's for
control of his pants front, somehow only succeeding in inching his boxers
down past his thick beefy hips but Jim's hand was already buried to the
wrist in his gaping fly.
	"No... fuckin... way..." his fingers found something thick and
almost unnatural trapped under the bright material.  He gave it a yank to
see if it really was his cock and not his swollen nutsack when this thick
chocolate brown tube bent forward through the opening "are you kidding me?"
and he kept unfolding it until something like nine inches of wrist-thick
cock spilled out the fly into his sweaty hands.  When Jim twisted his head
to get a good look at it he just about freaked "no WAY!  No way I'm putting
that in my mouth" because hanging there was the longest fattest darkest
piece of uncut meat Jim had ever seen, the dark purple foreskin wrinkled a
good two inches of overhang there like Jim's worst nightmare.  Like it was
some gross cartoon caricature of Steve's uncut slab of meat.  But this
bazooka, man this was easily as big as Bo's cock, maybe thicker but "ain't
happening!  That's gross!" Jim got to his feet fast!  When he did everyone
else saw what Juan had hanging out of his fly.  His scary-big meat was not
only hanging forward with all that wrinkled foreskin well beyond the wide
fat head, but poking out the opening was the biggest shiniest piercing they
had ever seen!  It had to be easily two inches of really thick, alarmingly
heavy stainless steel, almost pulling that meat longer with its weight.
Several guys gasped when they saw it "no WAY that thing's going anywhere
near my mouth!  Dude you put that through your dick?!?  What the fuck?!?!"
	"Now I gotta go" Juan was totally embarrassed, not expecting this
hostile of a reaction.  Hell he didn't know what kind of reaction to expect
from Bo, like he never thought it would get to that point in the first
place, the two of them working out maybe with Bo's hints and all but...
But who knows what might have happened when they showered afterwards.  Juan
did not expect other guys to ever see what happened to his cock, and if
they did Juan just assumed they would be a bit surprised or slightly
repelled at the worst.  But now he knew letting the whole room see this
piercing was a terrible mistake on his part.  And a roomful of musclehead
cops put him one step closer to...
	"Yer stayin!" Bo bellowed "but maaaaan... y'gotta warn a guy about
that thing!  Hopin ya got a license t'carry a weapon like that..." a deep
chuckle from that barrel chest.
	"License... funny" John looked around the room "roomful of cops and
you're joking about licenses" he came over to catch a glimpse but Juan had
stuffed it back in his boxers fast "dude you really got your dick pierced?
Like through the end? OUCH!" he shook his head "tell me that didn't hurt
like all shit!"
	"I don't remember a whole lot..." Juan lied "just waking up and..."
	"I sure as fuck hope your girlfriend is cool with that!"
	"Yeah... me too" Juan changed the subject fast "my partner, he
don't – I mean now he won't – seeing what I did what I got..."
	"Well keep it the fuck AWAY from ME!" Jim kept Bo between them like
a barrier.
	"You forfeiting huh?" from Bo.
	"Damn right I am!" Jim glared at Steve "I know you're behind this
Bearbreath.  You set this whole thing up!  This Mexican a friend of yours?"
	"I ain't Mexican!  I'm Puerto Rican!" Juan bristled and grew twenty
pounds bigger before their eyes.
	"Same difference" Jim looked around the room feeling trapped and
vulnerable, a situation he jumped through hoops all his life to avoid
"and?"
	"And guys he forfeits so – "
	"We pick three guys, right?" John was all but hyperventilating.
	"Okay you're first!" Bo grabbed him "and you Sam you're second!"
	"NO WAY!" Jim hit the roof.
	"On camera!" Tony should have been beaming but he saw how serious
that was getting.
	"I can't!  That would – "
	"Make him wear that mask then!" Sam was all but rubbing himself.
But in his horny recklessness he hit on the solution.
	"Yeah Jimbo, like that way you can keep your pristine reputation
intact!  Brilliant kid!"
	"I ain't a kid" Sam snarled.
	"You sure as hell ain't" Steve took in Sam's front seeing the kid
boning big time.
	Again Jim argued and screamed and yelled and threatened and did
everything he could to avoid the inevitable.  And again it was Steve
playing on Jim's deep desire for revenge that finally got him to struggle
into the mask – with Bo and Tony's gentle assistance – and take that
fateful position on the floor.  The threat to blow Sam was more bluff than
reality, but John's thick cut dick was the first to pry open Jim's tight
lips.  As soon as he did, Jim yanked backwards swearing it was Tony, and he
would NEVER suck Tony.  But when Steve's foreskin-wrinkled cock eased into
his mouth next, Jim realized the difference.  He was just coming to grips
with the concept of two dudes taking turns slamming in and out of his mouth
when he felt something twice as large and again uncut pressing into his
mouth stretching his throat past his gagging point.  Jim lurched backwards
yelling he would not suck Juan's cock when it dawned on him whose thick
battering ram was in his mouth.  It was Bo!
	As soon as the mask was down over Jim's eyes it was Larry who
wheeled the camcorder into place.  When he realized the damn thing was
already recording he and Bo exchanged a series of looks that said it all.
Bo got Larry's number and vice versa.  Bo gave Larry a final nod and his
hands were on John's shoulders steering him towards Jim's mouth.  Once John
was in place everything changed.
	"Yeah that's my partner!" Tony smirked as Bo yanked down John's red
singlet straps past his thick waist, all the way down to those freshly
shaved pubes.  His cut cock as thick and bull-headed and John was half-hard
with fear but then Tony took charge directing him forward, pressing his own
barely covered crotch into that exposed hairy butt, squeezing John into a
muscle sandwich.  Whatever hesitation John felt before changed fast when
his crotch was pressed forward into that waiting mouth.  He had barely five
seconds of wet mouth making his cock spring to full bone before Jim yanked
backwards yelling at Tony.  Tony?  So of course Steve came forward, his
shorts already down around his ankles, his hip pressed into John's and
eased his swelling cock into Jim's mouth next.  Like he was the
long-overdue delivery man providing the requested package.  Of course Jim
balked and twisted but when the two started tag-teaming Jim's unprotected
mouth, taking turns every ten seconds or so back and forth, Jim knew for
all purposes he was licked.  He was a goner.  A whole roomful of guys –
guys he had to work with no less! – all of them were witness to big
straight musclehead Jim Larson on his knees sucking cock!  Steve and John
were close enough to be able to look down past their crotches, down at
Jim's shorts and see his hands making a poor effort to cover something
growing and lifting forward.  They went back and forth, John's free hand
rubbing all over Steve's hairy butt and getting felt up in return, now
squeezed between three of the hottest muscle adults he never dreamed
possible!  Like he was being initiated into the ultimate jock stud sex
fraternity and that was too much for him to process and John started
panting and spasming his hips in short fast thrusts farther down Jim's
throat.  Bo saw the warning signs and with too many eyes on his own crotch,
he yanked down the front of his own sweatpants, and before he heard the
gasps his jockstrap as well and there was a massive uncut slab of dark meat
all but rivaling Juan's menacing monster.  Ignoring the various sounds of
shock and maybe lust Bo replaced John's cock with his, knowing Jim would go
ballistic!  Luckily by that point Jim was running out of steam so when he
felt that huge fat foreskin press into his drooling mouth he wretched and
jerked backwards yelling to get Juan's cock away from him before he
realized there was no pierced ring violating his tongue.  Bo knew he could
choke Jim and do serious damage but rather than make him regret this moment
instead just rubbed that fat-headed meat back and forth across Jim's
drool-slimed tongue, enough for the thickening crown to remind Jim who was
in charge now.  He almost stopped John when that super-honed kid slipped
behind Jim and rubbed his hands down the back of Jim's shorts, all his
pent-up desire set free like he could now do anything to anyone, tugging
them past those rippling striated glutes until they caught in front on
something sticking straight out.  Jim's hands had to abandon their guard up
front in order to grab John's hands in back and that was enough for John to
yank down Jim's front, first those blond pubes and then eight hard inches
of upturned cock popped free and their hands fought for control before John
won the battle with a slight assist from Bo's hands on Jim's head
threatening to ram that wrist-thick cock down Jim's throat.  That forced
Jim's hands up pushing Bo's hips backwards to regain his breath and John's
hands tugged Jim's shorts tight beneath his knees, making him lose his
balance in the process.
	Jim knew he was outmanned, three against one.  He felt another
domino topple, another bit of resistance slip away once he felt the cool
air hit his damp crotch, knowing how he looked, naked and completely
aroused with his mouth full of cock.  And uncut black cock on top of that!
He did not want to think about what his mouth was being forced to do, so
instead kept his focus on how his muscles must look, how his cock must
look, and began to flex his hips, making his glutes and legs show off all
that hard work.  He even went so far as to fold his arms across his chest,
flexing both in the process as if to say: I may be forced to suck your
dick, but I'm still the biggest stud you punks!
	When Steve's cock replaced Bo's it was so hard it was threatening
to bust then and there.  Bo slipped away after coaxing John back to his
spot next to Steve – which did not take much prodding – and he
started rummaging around in a drawer to return to the knot of sweaty
activity with seconds to spare as Steve began to slip into his unstoppable
orgasm.  Bo squeezed the tube of lube until a large dollop fell down onto
Jim's bobbing cock.  Of course Jim's reaction was to grab his cock to feel
what cool liquid just hit him.  And when he felt the slippery slickness of
it, his next reaction was to rub it off his cock onto his thigh.  But as he
felt that thick cock swelling and thrusting harder and harder in his mouth
and down his throat, his hand returned to his cock almost by itself.
Whether it was Steve's cock as he suspected or not made little difference
but he started a steady uncontrollable jacking as Steve grabbed Jim's head
for the big finish.  Just as he was about to flush Jim's tonsils with his
load, Bo grabbed Steve's hips pulling him backwards, grabbing John's cock
at the same time.  Whether it was that gaping mouth an inch in front of his
piss-slit or that slightly greased hand on his ballooned cock, or knowing
it was Bo's hand – Bo! – or Tony's crotch pressing into his backside,
or Steve's hairy thigh pressing into his, that big linebacker's hand
fondling his ass, HIS ass! whatever combination of impossible stimulations
it took but John felt his knees buckle as his cock exploded, shooting his
custard-thick load right into Jim's mouth.  Bullseye!  Jim gasped and
choked and gagged out John's jizz down his leather-covered chin but then
his entire body shook and no matter how he tried to squeeze it tight own
cock erupted a loud splat of cum, one thick shot hitting Steve's foot!  He
grabbed his balls and yanked, his mouth filled with the thickest, and yeah
sweetest cum he ever imagined, nothing like his own bitter sour cock-scum,
no this was so amazing he actually swallowed some as another embarrassing
ooze of lava burned out of his hyper-hard upwards curving bone.



	Only when that cock finally left his mouth did Jim rock back on his
heels, his bare ass wet against his ankles slowly catching his breath,
making a show of spitting out the last of that slime but the damage was
done.  It was a guy's load – damn it was John's no Steve's no whose?
Damn Steve he just knew it! – his cum in his mouth and now he was just
as big a fag cocksucker as Larry.  As Steve.  As... well the list kept
growing and growing with his name now in the number one slot with a big red
arrow!  Jim Larson Cocksucker Extraordinaire!  He was so busy yanking that
painful hood off his head to consider the implication he had for all
purposes lost it in the process.  So when his bleary eyes focused and saw
that camera rolling only a few feet away his first reaction was,
	"Steve!  You BASTARD!  You fuckin nutted in my mouth!  I'm gonna –
"
	"I wish" Steve and John were both stuffing themselves back inside
their shorts and singlet, respectively.  Only Bo stood there with his black
pubed crotch bare, his cock still shiny and menacing.
	"You?!?!?" Jim struggled to his feet "that was your nut in my
mouth?!?!"
	"A mystery for ya" Bo looked at Larry next "something t'chew on..."
he let a deep rumble of a chuckle escape his barrel chest "y'might say."
	"Steve!" Jim growled but Steve only shrugged.  He saw the camera
but his only reaction was... nothing.
	"And sheeyit I thought you'd be all hot t'see the main event now.
See the Larry and Steve show well Jimbo ain't ya hot t'see those two work
each other over but hell Jimbo..." Bo was wheeling the camera over to that
padded table, away from Jim too shocked and stunned and dizzy in his
post-orgasm haze to remember to pull up his shorts.  Instead Jim was busy
rubbing his chest and crotch with his own work-out shirt, almost crawling
over to the cooler to grab another bottle of water, noting the bitter taste
compared to the lingering sweet creaminess still in his mouth.
	"And don't be spittin on my nice clean floor" Bo joked "but yeah
you two.  And I don't be expectin you two to forfeit, cause if either one
of – "
	"We're gonna do this, we ain't pussies" Larry lowered his face, one
eye on Tony knowing this show was to get his crank more than anyone else.
They both leaned up against the table as Bo removed various leather straps
and devices from several drawers "hey whoa! what wait a fucking second!"
	"What?  Y'ain't changin yer mind?" Bo almost did not get out of the
way fast enough as Larry jumped to his feet.
	"No.  Tony!  TONY!  YOU!  What the HELL?  How'd you know Bo had
these things and – "
	"I'm a cop remember?" Tony pointed at the hook in the ceiling and
various straps and belts hanging from the back wall "I heard about these
dudes into S and M and heavy shit like that and when I saw..." indicating
the table they were half on.
	"So y'so smart thinkin ya got Bo's number huh?" Bo finished
collecting the items and left them where Steve still leaned, looking as
cornered as Bo.
	"Well Mack like I said, I know work-out rooms and this place well
for a straight gym it sure as hell has a lot more... um... `extras' than
normal, okay?"
	"Glad t'see yer payin attention" Bo's arm was around Tony's
shoulder next, but finding a very very guarded and blocked mind beneath his
hand "that attention will come in handy, more important than y'know right
now."
	"Like I said, never figured you for – I mean when I first laid
eyes on you."
	"And now?"
	"Well... I see this big I mean huge mack-truck of a dude with this
odd gift for collecting horny guys... for..."
	"For workin out... remember?" Bo's steady gaze caught Tony's
glance.  Tony shook his head a bit perplexed when Bo just winked "do we
gotta read that penalty from Tony again or you guys..."
	"We got it we got it" Steve nailed Tony in his gaze "your show now.
So just remember Norton, we are clear this was your idea, mister big
straight married professional cop" Steve picked up that leather parachute,
turning it around in his hand.
	"We don't need these anymore I think" Larry stopped Steve's nervous
hand "lemme..." and he pulled Steve's shorts forward, looking down the
front "the rest of the night, huh Bo?"
	"But I'm thinking you two" Steve nodded at John and Sam, as his
shorts were pushed down past his thick timbered thighs "yeah you two better
stay far behind the camera now."
	"Kinda late for that" John almost envied them, his cock still
sticky with cum and tacky drying lube, his balls itchy and crinkling with
excitement.  He was almost glad Brian forced Rich to suck him off earlier
because – at least he lasted as long as he did.  His cock never imagined
it would be invited to THIS party "I already got nailed by that thing
little late in the game for me to be shy" pointing at the intruder as it
was re-positioned in front of Larry's hairy crotch.  But when Tony yanked
him back behind the line of fire, and Sam as well, John was not going to
argue with that big half-naked Italian stud.  He looked at Jim take a seat
on the weight bench far off to the side, pretending not to stare,
pretending not to gawk as Larry and Steve doing each other was not a small
victory for him.  But when Larry tugged down Steve's shorts free of those
size sixteen feet, again that shaved pale crotch contrasted against that
very furry much darker belly and even darker and hairier legs, and then
that thick floppy uncut dick and low hangers center stage as Larry finished
by stepping out of his own sweat-stained, pre-cum stained shorts as well.
Unlike Steve, Larry's pubes were intact, dark blond and bushy, but not
thick enough to hide his downward stretching circumsized piece of jock
flesh, his own furry balls already tightening with no small concern about
what was coming next.
	"Hey Skinbo!" Tony yelled at the still naked Jim "you're missing
the show!"
	"Already seen enough" he scowled, but his eyes kept returning to
two completely naked guys center stage, a circle forming around the show.
When he noted how Bo took his position behind that padded table, his
sweatpants-covered crotch pressing into the leather not two feet from their
bare asses, Jim perked up.  And when Bo made a point of reaching down and
bringing his full basket up and onto the table, just laying there like
there was nowhere else to put those full balls and doubled-over shaft, Jim
turned to get a better look.
	"You Juan" Bo saw him trying to distance himself from the growing
knot.  He patted the table beside him, right behind Steve "here's good."
	"Thinking I should stay back where..." he was even farther behind
the camcorder than the singlet brigade "you know... I'm..."
	"Ain't gonna hear yer bellyachin" patting the leather again "you
already earned yerself front row up here right now.  I don't want ya gettin
the idea you ain't welcome here at Bo's table... c'mon Big John, somethin
y'might find real interestin real educational y'don't see every day."
	"Well... um..." something about Bo's voice got those feet moving
until Juan eased his big frame behind the table, slouching at Bo's side,
thinking his bright boxers were not really dress code considering.
	"Don't ya be worryin bout what ya wearin" Bo patted his brown
shoulder then "y'look just fine as y'are."
	"This seems kinda" Juan tugged at the elastic waistband "y'know
kidstuff, compared to..." not looking at the naked flesh right in front of
him, or the two young singlets silhouetted behind the camcorder, flanking
that hard body muscle dude, who seemed to be watching the growing situation
with a casual eagerness.
	"Don't give it another thought" Bo chuckled "okay you two" reaching
out to Steve's shoulder "let's see ya face each other now.  Time to get up
on Big Tony's penalty!"
	John inched forward until he was almost tripping over the camcorder
stand, Tony and Sam pulling him back to where they were hiding behind the
lens.  He had wanted a better view of that big thick football player, hell
the very same dude who, was it really only last night?  John stood there
remembering how this bulldozer of a guy wanted to see him, to see John
naked, shaved and jacked off!  And when John blew his load all over those
shaved pubes, that same Steve guy now standing totally naked and hair
smeared with sweat right in front of his bugging eyes, his big football
receiver hands struggling to get those shaved nads into his ball harness
John thought it was the hottest thing in the world!  So why the fuck did
Steve send him packing last night once John did his typical premature
ejaculation stunt?  Because he and Tony were anxious to do something
like... like what?  Just what did this group of horny adults get up to when
the kids and wives were not around?  All of John's fantasies were paling by
comparison to what had already happened and fuck! this time John got to
stay.  And see the whole thing!  And last night John saw Big Steve jacking
that big adult uncut cock but not actually blow his huge adult load.  Maybe
tonight he would!
	Larry struggled with his own ball straps, pinching and catching his
pubic hairs in the snaps several times, thinking it was at least fifteen
sizes too small.  After four attempts he finally got his hairy tightening
scrotum encircled and the leather snapped tight around the base of his
rubbery cock.  When it was in place, pulling his balls apart and forward,
his cock thrust up and out obscenely, he allowed himself to steal a look at
Steve's progress.  Even though the big lug was shaved he could not get his
low hangers wrapped with the leather straps,
	"Here I'll do it" looking out to Tony "unless that's against the –
"
	"Not at all, knock yourself out" Tony was completely focused, every
nerve tuned to high.  When he first wrote it, his fantasy – and that's
all it was a total impossible impossibility – in his fevered brain it
was him and Jimbo naked standing there, wallowing in the admiring stare of
all those guys while their hands rubbed all over each other's hard-earned
muscles, then tugging at each other's junk, feeling each other getting hard
and... damn, he felt himself lengthening and almost pressing against John's
buttcheek.  Better tone that down a notch, he told himself.  He looked
again as Larry's hands circled and tugged at those bull-balls until he
heard a loud click!
	"Okay big guy, worst part's over" Larry lied as he twisted and
yanked Steve's cock and snapped the last into place.  He gave that shaft a
quick up and down, still damp from Jim's mouth and damn that sent a jolt to
his own cock.  Then he felt another then another, like his whole body was a
radio receiver and someone was broadcasting horny signals, sending electric
jolts one after another into his exposed flesh.  It was unmistakable now
they were both well on the way to major bones, only their difference in
height preventing their cockheads from mashing into each other.
	"How's that?" Steve turned to look at Bo.
	"Ask your man there" nodding at Tony.
	"Keep going" Tony bit his lip, amazing himself this was hotter than
he thought it should be even though it was not him and Jim standing there.
	"Hot!" John interrupted "man, you got no idea what a hot naked stud
you look like!" then realizing Tony was right behind him "sorry."
	"About what?" Tony whispered, resting his hand on that thick
shoulder.
	"I mean... fuck..." John knew he messed up "you are hot too, okay?"
	"It's okay, Steve's a real man's man, okay?"
	"Man like you ain't?" John muttered "just totally different way, I
don't mean you ain't..."
	"It's cool John I understand."
	"Well I don't okay?  You're both hot okay? Like last night was..."
he lowered his voice, but Sam was catching every word "that was the hottest
thing ever happened to me with you two, okay?"
	"Wow" Sam whispered "you and Tony here?  And that Steve there at
the same time?"
	"Don't go spreading it around Sam I mean it!"
	"Hell no!" Sam looked at Tony in a different light "I am so glad
you're my bud John!"
	"Same here... puppy dog" John rubbed his tummy.
	"You got that right!" Sam saw Tony's raised eyebrow "ain't like
that – nothin sexual – hell at least it wasn't until tonight and boy!
am I glad I tagged along tonight!"
	"Hell, me too!"
	Tony kept his hands on their two shoulders and as far away from his
crotch as he could.  So okay his son's best bud John here, looks up to him
big time, and this Sam kid looks up to John, and now two of Tony's fellow
cops work-out buds are standing there totally balls-out naked.  For his
perverse pleasure!  Part of him wanted Rich to be here and part of what was
developing; another part was glad he was far far away when Tony's inner
beast was finally set free, when that sexual frenzy came over him and fuck
the consequences.  There were too many variables here tonight for his
benefit but he still felt that huge dude Bo was orchestrating all of this
for their benefit, providing this out-of-the-way space for them all to play
out their hidden sexual fantasies or some such improbable craziness.  All
he knew was he had his arms around two guys watching a very naked and
aroused Larry and Steve doing sex stunts for his benefit.  So when they all
stood there, arms and shoulders touching each other's hot flesh, all eyes
ogling the two mismatched set of genitals, one set hairy one set shaved,
both sets tightly packed into those harnesses like a secret jack-off
fantasy, Tony felt his cock rise and did nothing to stop it.
	"Getting ya off Norton?" Steve grabbed himself and gave his hips a
swing, his cock batting back and forth.
	"Yeah, you look hot Steve" Tony admitted "and you Larry!  Getting a
better idea now what a stud Rich sees in you" Tony bit his lip "those the
weights, Bo?"
	"You two figure out what those balls can handle" Bo grunted,
pushing the leather covered lead weights forward.
	"Oh fuck" Larry groaned "I forgot about those."
	"My turn" Steve grabbed the hook he saw went through the eyehole on
the strap between Larry's spread balls "brace yourself" as he hung the
first weight from the harness.  Larry gasped and braced his knees but then
Steve attached a heavier weight before Larry had time to process it.  When
the third was hanging down as far as Larry's knees his balls almost as far,
Steve knew it was his turn.  He squeezed his eyes closed as Larry attached
all three at once, not waiting to postpone the torture.  When both their
weights were hanging and tugging their balls down a good four inches, Bo
pushed the bottle of oil across the table.
	"Do... each... other..." Tony was gulping air now, making notes on
how much torture they both could endure "all... the... way..." which is
what they started.  Steve squeezed a big puddle of oil into Larry's hand
and then his own, immediately starting to smooth it over those taut, bright
red balls and then up and down Larry's circumsized cock sticking straight
forward.  Larry gasped when he felt the greased hard grip on his
hyper-sensitive head, the skin taut and stretched super tight, all his junk
twice its size and his red hardness being jacked steady and relentless with
Steve's firm calloused hand.  Realizing he did not dare cum first he went
to work on Steve's shaved balls and cock as well, going so far as to oil
his other hand and start jamming it beneath Steve's forward-thrusting balls
and back where the hair still swirled around his hole!  Larry was desperate
and playing dirty pool, hoping and praying he could somehow find Steve's
button and get him to shoot before his own cock finally exploded.  Because
once Larry's cock got past a certain point there was no way to stop it from
going off prematurely.  Or so it seemed to him.  Hell, he would not have
done have the shit he had done before, with these guys in the garage, with
the hot Rich in this very room, hell any of it! had not his cock been
calling all the shots.  And right now he could feel his orgasm building,
like blowing Jim before had already primed him for blowing a weeks worth of
cum!  Again his too-easy orgasms were going to get him in big big trouble!
	Steve gasped and lurched but not before Larry's middle finger slid
into his already greasy butt, twisting and finding his already very swollen
hard nut.  Steve hissed and squeezed his eyes shut but he feared Larry
could feel how loose and swollen his ring already was.  Larry gave a short
grunt when he made that discovery, but then tightened his grip on Larry's
steel hardness and began an orgasm-inevitable jacking.  And the desperate
race was on!
	A scary intense silence settled over the room, the only sound the
wet slapping and squeaking of hands on flesh.  John looked down at himself,
alarmed he was so easily aroused and how quickly his bone had returned, and
looking over so was Sam, his fat mushroom head blatantly outlined as it
pushed out the thin material.  He caught Sam's eye and gave him a wink and
thumbs up when he felt something hard pressing into his asscheek.  That was
more than poor John could handle, his over-stimulated brain
short-circuiting, watching that idolized football player not more than ten
feet in front of him naked and shiny with sweat and oil like the ultimate
jack-off fantasy, all that chest and belly hair matted as his thick muscles
flexed and twisted, all the recent exercises making them even huger in
their shininess, Steve's big arm straining and flexing with the effort to
make that fuzzy round Larry cum before his own cock erupted first.  John
could not believe how hot it was to see now it was big Steve was the one
being jacked off against his will, like John's torture last night come back
with a vengeance!  John was gasping in air in short gulps, not daring to
lower his own hands to his own front so instead crept backwards until his
right palm found Tony's cock trying to force a hole through his shorts.
His hand inched down inside Tony's waistband, hearing a soft low grunt of
disapproval.  Sam looked down and then behind them seeing what John was
doing.  He finally connected the dots, realizing here was a roomful of guys
who thought it was totally expected to be rubbing and groping each other in
the most off-limit places.  When Tony returned his hands to their
shoulders, all but giving John permission to feel him up he returned his
attention to those two studs jerking each other off, his brain overheating
fast.  So John's hand returned to that hard cock trapped beneath Tony's
shorts, expecting something besides this fading resistance from Tony, but
John reminded himself this show was Tony's penalty – this was Tony's
show, for Tony's jack-off benefit, so that is what John did.  Not like he
could keep his pervy little mitts off that Italian sausage even if he
tried.  He inched the front of the shorts down, daring himself to go
further and further until he eased that shaved cut cock out for the whole
world to see.  He eased his fingers along the full length of the shaft,
using two fingers to circle the steel-hardness right behind the flaring
crown, hearing a sharp hiss from Tony as he did, then he began the
slightest slowest rubbing, up and down and inch or two right behind the now
throbbing head, hard and pulsing with the intensity of what they all was
witnessing.  When John felt the back of Sam's hand rub against his in a
most tentative manner, John took Sam's palm and guided it to that eight
inches of pure Italian lust.  He felt a tangible shock, an electric tingle
travel between their two bodies once the contact was made, as John's hand
then went down to smooth and massage those tight shaved balls, leaving that
cock in Sam's none-too-gentle care.
	"Keep.  Going.  Keep.  Going.  Keep.  Going!" Tony was barely
grunting, his eyes glued to those two greased hands tugging each other's
overly distended and stretched balls and oiled cocks "make him cum!  Make
him cum!  Make him cum!" over and over Tony now tumbling out of control
into that red zone where he no longer cared for the consequences of his
actions, feeling the heat of these two young guys pressing against him,
their hands fighting over his own cock and balls like his own leather
straps, but alive and burning hot.  He began a slow steady rocking into
whosever hand currently was circling his thrusting meat.
	"Somethin else huh?" Bo grunted at Juan next to him "no y'ain't
gotta say it, even to straight guys it's a hot thing t'be
watchin... right?"
	"Maaaaannn..." was all Juan could vocalize.
	"Those balls pulled down so hard like that, it'd be almost
impossible to shoot yer load" Bo blatantly reached inside his loose
waistband to rearrange his own balls and cock on the table.  When he caught
the slightest sideways glance from Juan, he knew he had him, he knew Juan
was ready for the next stage "a dude's hand pulling out yer cum but yer
cum's all backed up goin nowhere" and the back of Bo's hand gave a slight
nudge against Juan's front.  Of course Juan was so hypnotized by the sight
of those naked guys, harnessed and greased in the most over-the-top fashion
like he never imagined big straight dudes like that ever doing, it took him
five seconds too long to push Bo's wrist away from the contact.  He dared
not catch Bo's gaze, and the sight of those two naked greased dudes jacking
each other's tortured goods was too much so he forced his gaze past them,
but there was that muscle-bound shaved head dude, looking like something in
the pages of a muscle magazine, the biggest straightest muscle-head Juan
ever expected to be this close to, and the dude is just standing there
letting two high-school aged kids touching him in the most private places,
one of them actually reaching down inside his shorts and damn! the kid
pulled out his big erect cock and was openly jacking him right there in
broad daylight for anyone to see!  And the big musclebound dude grunting
and panting, encouraging the two greased naked guys to torture each other's
genitals harder and harder, pushing them to blow their loads like crazy.
So when Juan felt Bo's wrist return to his own crotch for the third time,
Juan felt his resistance to all this shit happening ebb away, feeling
himself sliding down into sex things he only imagined guys doing to each
other!  He took in a sharp breath of air as he sucked his gut in several
inches, giving room and yeah permission for Bo's giant hand to worm its way
inside his fly.  He looked down like it was somebody else's cock being
pulled free and exposed to the whole damn room, watching Bo pull that ten
inch monster of gross ugliness free and just display it on the table like
it was the catch of the day.  But once his cock was laid bare on the table
something inside his brain just snapped!  Juan sometimes entertained this
deep hidden fantasy about someone somewhere seeing his misshapen equipment
as something other than gross and inhuman, actually thinking his stuff was
a turn-on, not such a game-ender turn-off like all those girls he had dated
with limited success.  And if it was another dude, well at least that was
better than that panicky disgusted look he saw on too many girls' faces.
Having this black bouncer touching his meat was starting to feel like these
activities were better than nothing, hearing Bo's deep bass voice humming
through his hand into his cock "yeah, tuggin and pullin and makin it feel
like cummin over and over and over, never stoppin never nothin but pure
head-fuckin stimulatin" at that moment Bo's finger found the ring and began
a stready rhythmic tug and release tug and release, each time further and
further down the table as Juan's monster continued to lengthen even more
ten, eleven twelve inches just growing and growing "yeah, imagine this meat
feelin nothin but pleasurin over and over again and again" inching the
foreskin back and and forth until Juan had no choice but to throw his chest
back, his big chest exhaling all the tension he had been holding for hours,
feeling his cock fill and fill and harden like he could not remember
happening before, the whole thing so hard the foreskin was now trapped and
tight behind the drum-tight head "n'maybe it never felt a hot mouth like it
was supposeta to" Bo had him now "maybe maybe even better a tight ass tight
around it, huh?"
	"Huh?"
	"Shoot shoot shoot!" Tony was out of control and threatening to
shoot himself when Larry's knees buckled his neck twisted backwards as a
stifled gasp came from his chest his cock swelling in Steve's rapid fist
but suddenly Steve's knees buckled, his head jerked backwards and it was
his cock unloading all over the floor at least four feet in front of him,
his entire body bucking and spasming over and over three four five shots as
Larry's hand flew off Steve's cock and grab his own slimy cock just as the
first contraction shook his whole body.
	"NO!" Bo fell forward, all but flying over the table grabbing
Larry's arm and yanking him off balance "you don't CUM!" and that scream
broke the spell, the entire room suddenly pulling away from whatever hand
or cock was next to them, alarmed shocked faces too freaked to look all
around the room.


	The room erupted in crazy yelling, the noise of everyone coming to
their senses, not believing where they were and what the hell they had just
been doing five seconds ago.  Everyone except Steve who just stood there
dripping and throbbing, his cock continuing to drool his load onto the
floor, his eyes darting between Tony pulling away from the two young guys,
and Jim sitting there looking... what?  Jealous?  Disappointed?  The only
one who was not a bundle of frantic motions was Larry who was in a big
hurry to get those weights off his balls, and his cock out that sticky
harness.  Now that the spell was broken, his crazed need to cum was close
but what he really wanted was the agony of his balls stop.
	"Okay five minute break!" Bo bellowed over the din, as he pulled
his sagging sweatpants back up, barely noticing Juan already doing the
same, but that tubesteak still scary hard and barely concealed "you two!"
pointing at Sam and John "with me!  You too!" yanking Larry hard enough his
still-shackled balls almost got left behind.  With the same swift move Bo
all but dragged the youngsters away from Tony and directing them to a
hidden cooler in the corner "grab waters fer yerselves from – "
	"What's wrong with those?" pointing at the bottled waters the rest
of the guys were grabbing from the main cooler.
	"These are yours!" Bo's deep low boom left little room for argument
"five minutes guys!" grabbing Larry's shoulder steering him towards the
changing room.  Over his shoulder he bellowed "then we finish the final
exercises."
	"Final?" Sam did not realize how thirsty he was until his bottle
was almost empty.  It was cool but not icy so he finished it in maybe four
chugs "what ya mean final?"
	"Bathroom break last chance!" Bo watched the adults finishing off
the last of those sports drinks, even grabbing an energy bar or two "now
men!" clapping his thick hands for effect.  One by one, sometimes two by
two they staggered back to the changing room and toilets.  Bo watched them
leave then helped Larry finish untethering his junk as the two of them used
the distraction to change the tape and run the old one into Steve's office.
Once they were alone in the hallway he lowered his voice "y'almost shot
your load back there..."
	"Hell no kidding!" Larry enjoyed having a brief one-on-one with the
apparent ringleader but knew Bo enough to know something was up "fucking
impossible show you had us put on back there!"
	"Don't go and forget that was all Tony's doin, y'hear me?" and just
like that Bo's hand began rubbing the circulation back into Larry's crotch.
When he was full hard again he continued "but here's what we gonna talk
about."
	"We got a problem here?"
	"Not unless this club" Bo's hand hefted the blood-filled tube once
or twice "shoots its payload before..."
	"Before what?"
	"Look I know your story, shit y'know mine I'm thinkin too okay?  No
don't say it, but we got each other's number big time.  But here's the
deal.  The longer you hold this load" rubbing the red marks where the
straps left bruises "the better this all works out."
	"Huh?  Why me?"
	"Not just you" Bo saw guys returning "but you and that young Sam
kid both playin with hair-triggers cause of your y'know how all this shit's
your big crank turner.  So if you two" waving at the guys regrouping in the
work-out area "the last of all your horndogs shoot yer loads tonight, you
both gonna be real happy y'held out – "
	"What you – "
	"Cum last and..." Bo shooed him back to the group "Bo here can make
it happen."
	"Make what happen?"
	"This" tapping Larry's forehead.
	Bo joined the group just as John and Tony finally emerged from the
back room "okay okay enough easy warm-up stuff you guys been getting lazy
and flabby.  Now the real work-out starts!"
	"Huh?  What?" from around the room.
	"Enough lollygaggin around now we're gonna get serious" Bo bass
voice cut through the room "this is what's gonna happen."
	"Serious?" Tony looked at him "what t'hell you call what we've been
doing?" referring to either the work-out routines or the sex shit or both?
	"Kid's stuff!" nodding at Sam and John "and you big dudes just been
ridin easy on these young ones.  Still ain't showin what real men're
capable of.  Now bout time t'show'm what real men can do!"
	"Like what?" Jim gave Tony a look like, you know where this is
going?
	"He don't but I do" Bo bluffed "and first thing t'make sure we're
all on the same page for once I want you two `experts' t'pick an exercise,
one exercise each."
	"Huh?" from Jim and Tony.
	"Each pick one exercise.  Whatever y'think yer best at, huh?  So
now the three last exercises we're doin" Bo finished his sports drink,
seeing the rest of the bottles emptying all around the room as well "here's
what's goin down.  Each team get points each time, twenty for best average,
ten second best, five third."
	"Fourth?" from John trying to avoid Tony's stare.
	"For each competition, right?" Tony was too busy squaring off with
Jim, their feud back with a vengeance "average of the two teammates right?"
	"Both dudes average their scores, like if one got ten, the
other..." Bo's eyes laughing at Jim "let's say like two" getting a nervous
laugh "that's like average six okay?" and there went Bo's big dumb image
out the window.  Sam looked at his teammate in a new light, realizing the
shuck-n-jiving was just so much posturing.  Deep down Bo was well-oiled
calculating and formidable.  Sam was both reassured and intimidated in
equal measure, gambling having Bo as his teammate just might save his butt.
After all this huge giant was the biggest meanest dude in the house and
that had to count for something right?
	"Well then my exercise is – "
	"First I'm thinkin bench presses" Bo cut Jim off, like he had been
reading his mind.
	"Hey!" because that was exactly what Jim was going to suggest.
	"And I'm looking at pull-ups" Tony gambled he could bust his chops
at the second-most demanding exercise.
	"Hey you two!" Jim had been out-maneuvered yet again "okay okay
fine!  Then I want..."
	"That ain't a exercise, Jimbo" Steve chuckled.
	"Your funeral Bearbreath" Jim wracked his overheated brain, willing
all the blood that seemed to be rushing to his crotch back upstairs "okay
okay... flys!"
	"We're settled then" Bo rushed them into place before Jim realized
his mistake.  He reassembled that bar to the overhead hook like some of
them recognized from another evening.  With one eye on the clock he
assigned the order of exercises and teams, starting with him and Sam taking
their positions at the weight-bench.
	"Hey wait!" John saw the problem, not like he was the weakling in
this group.
	"Don't you be worryin bout it" Bo went over to the scales, sending
it over three hundred pounds fast.
	"Wow" Larry's eyes bugged out "I knew you were big, but..."
	"Big and not someone to cross" Steve added "so now what?"
	"All you dogs should be able to do your own weight – no okay
okay!" raising his thick arms to quiet the protests "just cause I ain't no
slave driver I'm gonna go easy on you wusses" looking right at Jim "lessay
two thirds yer bodyweight instead makin mine two hundred pounds" Bo loaded
up the bar "that's how we level this here playin field" he caught
everyone's expressions, seeing them doing their internal calculations fast
"anybody don't think that's fair, well y'just gonna haveta talk to the
management" taking his position under the bar.  The night's activities had
already caused some fatigue but Bo's idea of fatigue was nothing they had
bargained for.  So no one really expected Bo to power through ten then
eleven presses like he had been planning this all along.  He re-racked the
weights and sat up, noticing the scared expression on Sam's face.
	"It's happenin" Bo pointed Sam towards the scale.  If there was
something Sam hated more than the moment of reckoning with the bathroom
scale, he did not know what it was.  Before today it had always been the
concept of standing naked in front of older guys who would make fun of his
flabby out-of-shape under-developed body.  Now that his embarrassment over
those fading issues was growing into something worse, that only left Sam's
mortal enemy, the scales.  With a great deal of grumbling and stalling, Sam
stepped up and watched the number oscillate and finally hang at
one-eight-seven.  He was amazed it was not more.
	"How tall are you Sam?" Tony looked at John next.
	"If I'm five-ten, puppy-dog you must be..." John waited for Sam to
finish.
	"Okay I'm a runt, okay?" Sam rolled his eyes "five- six if that's
okay with you?"
	"You're still young, don't sweat it!" Bo loaded up the weights for
Sam "okay, show these punks how strong y'really are!" and that is what Sam
did.  He had been bench pressing as much as one-thirty-five, so this
one-twenty-five was not a total ball-bust.  He squeezed up six before Bo's
last assist let him know he had done enough.
	"Wow Sam..." John's jaw hung open "not like I'm surprised or
anything."
	"But you were" Sam wiped himself down with Bo's sweaty towel "we're
good."
	"You two next" Bo made short work of weighing in John and Tony and
assigning their weights.  Tony had no problems benching his one-thirty-five
pounds for a grand total of fifteen times, doing them slowly and easily,
almost like he was holding back for some reason.  But when it came John's
turn, his weight amount set at one-twenty-five proved to be too much after
five presses.  He suspected, and Tony consoled him, that the prior nights'
activities at the garage were still dogging him.  Whatever the reason, he
ignored the grumbling comments – and a few shouts of victory from other
teams! – as he slid off the bench and hid in the corner.
	Next up were Larry and Steve, both egging each other on to wipe the
floor with their opponents.  Larry was all bluff and bluster until it came
time to press his one-forty pounds of horrible iron and his energy gave
out.  He mustered all of six before allowing big Steve-O to spot him
avoiding a complete wash-out.  Steve took his spot next, keeping his mind
off Larry looming over him with a scary hardon pressing out his shorts,
bigger than he ever remembered seeing it.  Steve was distracted and tired
but not enough to do less than eight presses of his one-sixty-five pounds!
Only Bo was pressing a greater amount and Steve wallowed in the attention
he got.  Pound for pound, he and Bo were almost evenly matched.  Jim and
Tony however were much more powerful and potentially deadly, relative to
their weight.
	Finally it was Jim and his big amateur lug of a partner Juan.  At
this critical moment Jim began to reconsider his impulsiveness in having
chosen the big bouncer, seeing him as almost so much dead weight, compared
to all the muscle in that room.  So Jim's one-twenty-five load on his
barbell was barely enough to make his muscles pop.  Even though he made a
point of gunning fifteen of the muthuhs, almost enjoying feeling the blood
flooding his crotch as he did.  When he finished he grabbed himself,
	"Yeah, total package!" shaking his rock-hard bone at Tony of all
people.  He turned to his partner "that should give ya some elbow room."
	"Elbow room" Bo chuckled, rubbing one of those thick shoulders as
Juan took his spot on the scales "whooeee, sez here two-thirty, that
right?"
	"Yeah, I guess" Juan stepped off and got into place on the weight
bench.  He was big and thick, but no professional weight-lifter that these
other dudes.  So when he saw Bo load up one hundred and fifty pounds of
weight, he knew he was sunk.  With a great deal of effort and both Bo and
Jim spotting him, four was the best he could do.
	"I ain't like you dudes..." Juan wiped his face, avoiding Jim's
glare.
	"So who's the loser on – " Steve was hoping he was seeing Jim's
undoing now, smelling blood.
	"Next up those pull-ups of yours!" Bo spun around to face Tony
"your idea remember?"
	"Okay fine but first a break here!"
	"No breaks!  Breaks are for wimps!" Bo bellowed, enlisting Steve
the tallest of the group to help him retrieve and tie up that
leather-covered metal bar to that ever-threatening hook hanging from the
ceiling "okay same as before but..." doing the math in his head "additional
ten percent bodyweight!"
	"Huh?!" from around the room.  Bo looped a weight belt around his
neck and tied on thirty-pounds, pulling his shoulders and neck into strange
and impressive thick angles.  He reached up and with a scary groan managed
to power himself up until his chin hit the leather bar.  He managed three
more with Sam stabilizing his huge hips, preventing him from swinging all
over the place like a shiny side of beef.
	Ignoring the scared comments and chorus of protests, Bo got Sam
into position with a twenty-pounder hanging from his neck next.  As
expected, Sam was all bulk and dead weight, so three pull-ups almost killed
him.
	With twenty pounds around his neck as well, Tony did not embarrass
himself but did eight, then nine, tiring at ten and finished with eleven
dramatic pull-ups, his powerful upper body and shoulders flexing and
popping like they were designed for this.  His partner John was not so
lucky.  Even though the weight was reduced to eighteen pounds, he only
managed four, his bulk working against him.  After all John was a football
player, not a gymnast for crying out loud.  He felt like shit when he
finished but Tony gave his shoulder a hug to cheer him up.
	The team of Steve and Larry was the clear loser of this round.
Steve's twenty-five pounds were pure torture, and had he not been pushing
himself the last few days he might have managed more than seven.  Larry
managed six pull-ups with his twenty-pounder next.
	The last group of Jim and Juan did a repeat of Tony and John with
Jim going out of his way to do a big eleven with his twenty-pound weight
hardly doing more than make his muscles pop like crazy.  Juan however
panicked when the twenty-five pounds were strapped around his neck.  Even
with a running start and nothing weighing him down, Juan doubted he could
have done more than five.  At it turned out, he only managed three, the
last one with a disputed assist.  They argued – rather Jim argued –
but Bo said it stood.  Jim glared at Tony, knowing he beat him by one
measly point.
	"And y'were so hot for yer flies so now we do yer damn flies" Bo
silenced them all with his commanding bass voice "same as before ten
percent of your body weight" grabbing two thirties for himself and
customizing two dumbbells for Sam "there, eighteens for you."
	"Can we have a damn break finally?" Big Steve was feeling
everything catch up with him.
	"Y'can be resting yer ass soon enough" Bo grunted and before anyone
could say shit up swung those thick arms again and again.  Sam faced him
and copied him fly for fly, so caught up staring at Bo the huge dude
totally in his element.  Sam was so focused on the wall of flexing muscle
in front of him he did not realize how many he was doing himself.  Only
when Bo grunted "ten!" did Sam feel his arms start to give out.  He hit the
wall at twelve, his arms on fire still sore from the night before, and then
watched as Bo continued to fifteen and then stopped at twenty, even though
it looked like he could have kept going for another twenty "okay enough
playin with yerselves watchin us do it.  You meatheads now!"
	"Hey we're still sore from – "
	"Tough!" so Tony and John grabbed their weights next, Bo's twenties
for Tony and John taking Sam's eighteens.
	"Don't be standing around pullin yer pud" Bo turned on Larry and
Steve as soon as Tony and John started in "you too both of ya right now"
which is what they did.  Larry saw Bo grab two rusty old barbells twenty
pounders adding additional one pound weights for him and Steve, well he got
two twenty-five pound cast iron monsters.  As soon as Bo saw a smirk on
Jim's face it was their turn as well.  Jim inherited Tony's twenty-pounders
as Juan got a custom adjustment, adding more weight to John's barbells
making a total of twenty-three pounds each.  The groans of grunts of mass
agony coming from all quarters of the room was something like music to Bo's
ears.
	When Sam saw the team of Larry and Steve start to rack up the flies
he nodded at John catching his eye.  He pointed at him and then himself,
drawing a finger across his throat like: we're dead!  John decided to take
matters into his own hands and before anyone could stop him, and before
anyone commented how the group activities were tenting out his sticky
semi-transparent ragged singlet he tiptoed up behind Steve and when his
arms were totally extended he grabbed his shorts and yanked them down!
	"What the fuck!" Steve dropped one dumbbell fast as he bent forward
to try to cover up and yank his shorts back up "who the?"
	"Oops..." John looked at Sam and shrugged.
	"No fair!  Do-over!" but Steve knew John almost did him a favor.
By that point his arms were so blown out at fourteen he doubted he could
have fifteen much less twenty if he had to.  Instead Larry finished his at
fifteen and came up behind him,
	"Keep going" he whispered, encouraging him to pick up his weights
again.  When Steve re-gripped his weights, Larry's hands were supporting
Steve's triceps, pushing up each time, almost doing most of the work.
	"No fair!  Foul!" of course it was Jim protested "he already
finished."  And although Tony and John had finished as well, it was Jim who
made the loudest stink.
	"Nobody said you can't help your partner" Bo twisted his lip in an
evil half-grin "it's all about teamwork, in case y'didn't figure – "
watching Larry do the heavy lifting for Steve's last two, finishing at
hard-won sixteen.
	"Fine!" Jim all but shoved the dumbbells back into Juan's hands
"keep going!" which is what Juan did.  With Jim's help he managed another
seven.  After much shouting and arguing all the teams made a final push,
with Tony getting in seventeen, matching Jim.  John wanted to go again,
hoping Tony would help his add to his thirteen, especially seeing Jim
cheating to help Juan go from nine to ten!  But it still was not good
enough to match John's thirteen!
	"Okay okay okay!" Bo held up his hands "that'll do.  Time to call
quits this final competition is finished.  Now we total up numbers –
time t'face the music gentlemen!"
	"Wait wait!" Jim jumped ahead, again the first to object "I wasn't
keeping – "
	"Too late, I was!" Sam and John both cut him off.
	"Like I wasn't" Bo pulled out a deadly sheet of paper and waved it
at them, slightly less menacing than a boa constrictor "remember best
average gets ten points each routine, then five – "
	`Wait!  I thought you said twenty – "
	"Seein if yer payin attention.  Twenty for best average, then ten
then five, then fuckin nothing!"
	"We're fucked" John looked at Tony.
	"No actually..." Bo looked at Larry "with a combined score of
fifteen, in last place..."
	"No way!" Larry knew it was Jim and Juan "those two right?"
	"No, you guys got total twenty-five" pointing at Juan "yup, those
two."
	"Okay second place!" Sam hoped it was him and Bo.
	"Actually tied at twenty-five as well, good goin teammate" patting
Sam on the back "but you two!" that thick knuckled finger jabbing at Larry.
Steve almost swallowed his tongue.
	"You shittin me?"
	"Oh fuck..." John wanted to hide somewhere "Tony...?"
	"Wait what about us?" Tony came over and looked over Bo's shoulder
"well, fuck he's right John those numbers don't lie!"
	"Best score, with total forty-five, taking first, first and third"
Bo narrowed his eyes at Tony "yup, you and Big John there!"
	"No way!" John knew he screwed up big time, not only for himself
but for his hero Tony, putting them both in the hotseat "what about – "
	"I told you all" Bo showed him the numbers as well until he was
satisfied – almost "you help your teammate.  It's all about – "
	"Sorry Steve" John lowered his head, too freaked to make eye
contact with his new idol "it's all my fault!  If I wouldn't've – "
	"Coulda woulda shoulda..." Jim shrugged, hiding his complete
satisfaction, knowing Steve was going down big time "so now what?  Oh
shit..." the lightbulb went off "they gotta pick from the list!" nailing
both Steve and Larry in the cross-hairs
	"We got how many?"
	"Fifteen" Bo shook his head "third place doin pull-ups, and second
doin flies ain't cutting it."
	"They gotta pick they gotta pick they gotta pick!" Jim said over
and over, one eye watching Tony.
	"We all do..." Steve sneered back at him "except you two I imagine.
Right Bo?"
	"Weeeeelllll..." Bo drawled out the word like an ace up his sleeve.
He looked at Sam "we tied for second place just like them."
	"Sweet!" Jim rubbed his hands together "who gets fucked first?
Wait!"
	"Geez Larson!" Tony came within inches of his face "that all you
ever think about?  You got buttfuck on the brain Jimbo big time, y'know
that?  I mean for this big straight – "
	"So wait!  If we're tied for second..."
	"Damn..." Tony got the picture fast "that means me and John here
are the ONLY group don't gotta pick, ain't that – "
	"Wait!  NO!  Do over!"
	"Just so there ain't no hard feelins..." Bo returned with the
clipboard of penalties "if y'two pick first then..." shaking the papers at
Juan for some reason.
	"Wait, I ain't part of this" Juan tried to make gestures like he
wanted to leave.
	"You stayin just like Jimbo here" Tony was as eager to see Jim
brought down a peg as Jim earlier "time to pay up!"
	"Or then me'n Sam here t'pick first, and that means is whatever ya
pick next only be worse count on it!"
	"This is fucked."
	"That's a serious possibility" Bo swelled his chest "so Jimbo now
y'decide... y'gonna punk out in front of all yer friends or y'gonna man up
cause if y'don't we go – "
	"Fuck fuck fuck" Jim paced the floor almost expecting Juan to pull
his butt from the fire "fuck damn okay we'll pick first!" Jim knew Bo once
again had outmaneuvered him.  Right into another corner.  Like Jim's
perpetual hardon was not calling all the shots now.
	"Well?" Bo shook the lists again.
	"It better not be all that bad" Jim glared at Steve next, like he
was also immune to what was going to happen "damn can't do this I can't be
the one.  You decide" jabbing Juan in his big gut.
	"I want you all t'know I ain't that way" Juan was sweating and
blushing "just so y'know, we clear on that?" but everyone knew he was just
stalling "okay, yours."
	"Who me?" Larry knew his second penalty was going to be a noose
around his own neck for even suggesting shit like what he had written.
	"No... behind you" Juan twisted his neck "the young kid."
	"Me?" Sam squeaked.
	"You forgetting he's the one already had us blowin each other?" Jim
panicked.
	"Y'mean you almost ALMOST suckin ME, yeah I forgot" Juan narrowed
his eyes "okay you" back to Larry.
	"Y'sure now?" Bo reached for the papers.
	"He's already dead meat" Jim glared "yeah.  I'm hopin cause like
it's his first of three is won't be that bad" seeing Larry avoiding making
eye contact with him "y'hear me?  It better not be – "
	"Read it, first line" Bo handed him Larry's penalty list.
	"It says..." Juan's eyes went wide "you dudes ALL into this shit?"
	"What's the verdict Jimbo?" Tony could not wait to hear.
	"Damn you Jismboy" Jim janked the paper from Juan's shaking hands
without even reading it "what if I – we don't agree."
	"Then it's the next on the list, you decide!" Bo was dancing with
their stalling yet he was still going to push this to happen.
	"Well I ain't getting fucked in the ass so..." Jim spilling the
beans on Larry's second penalty "seriously Jensmell you are so gonna regret
this!"
	"Read it dammnit!" Tony was ready to read it himself.
	"The little faggot wrote: teammates sixty-nine" throwing the paper
in his face "you gonna so regret ever crossing me asshole!"
	"That's not all of it!" Larry grabbed the paper off the floor "it
REALLY says: camera running strip each other naked.  Sixty-nine with
smaller of two tied onto table.  Guy not cum first sucks three more dudes,
top team and..." handing it to Bo "one loser picks himself!  Ain't that
right?"
	Bo looked at it "more or less yeah, that's what Horned Boy wrote"
holding it up "anybody dispute it?"
	"Yeah ME for starters!" Jim was not happy.
	"Like I said" Bo growled low and deadly "y'refuse and y'do the next
on the list" sideways glance at Larry "don't be thinkin y'wanna be try to
make Juan's tool fit in yer ass so – "
	"I will get even I swear!" Jim all but spat at him "shit... we
haveta be doin this now right huh?  Can't we – "
	"NO right NOW" Bo grabbed Sam trying to hide in the corner "putting
ya t'work.  Get a fresh tape from yer friend Steve in there" nodding
towards the back office "then yer runnin the camera, young pup" trying to
keep him out of the action now that the main events had started.
	"Right" and Sam all but flew out of the room, anxious to be far
away from that Jim guy, now that he was cornered and ready to go ballistic.
He was back in less than two seconds, or so it seemed, yet the group was
still arguing.  Finally Bo put his fingers to his lips and let out a
whistle loud enough to cause permanent damage to any neighborhood dogs.
But that got their attention.  Jim hated to admit it but he was cornered;
all his friends, every last one it seemed had turned against him.
	"C'mon Skinbo" Tony lowered his voice enough to calm Jim "y'know
how good you look, you've seen yourself on camera, y'know how your bod –
"
	"Yeah but this is different."
	"Just do it Jim..." Steve was also cutting off his retreat "by now
this should be second nature."
	"Eat shit Bearbreath..."
	"One thing at a time, just start with the clothes okay?"
	"Fuck..." Jim turned to Juan "get over here!" and that was it.
Suddenly Jim was in a hurry to get Juan's t-shirt free from his borrowed
running shorts.  Bo signaled Sam to make sure it was loaded and rolling as
Jim's fingers struggled with the sweaty material.  Long before Juan's shirt
was off, Juan pulled Jim's muscle T free and was yanking it over his head.
	"Looking good there Jimbo" Tony watched the competition muscle
become exposed to the group all over again.  But this time the implication
of what was coming made all that toned flesh look even more erotic.  While
Jim's shirt and then his shorts got tugged to the ground, standing there is
his jock, his hard cock already jutting out the side, Juan was struggling
to free himself from those knotted shoelaces.  While the seconds ticked
away, Jim knew he had to do it.  Flexing and pumping out his chest he
tugged off his jock and stood naked and erect, hoping no one breathed one
word about why he was so horned up already.  It seemed forever before Juan
freed himself of his shoes, which only prolonged Jim's naked posing for the
camera.  But that he could do, that was something Jim actually secretly
wanted.  But being forced to go over to Juan and help him yank down his
shorts and boxers, exposing that grossly enlarged brown cock hanging down
past those huge hairy turkey eggs was something he hated.  And having to do
it with a hardon – like the big dude was turning him on! – that was
the worst most embarrassing thing he had done in his life.  There was a
moment of two of them flexing their arms for the camera, one guy big and
brown, the other shorter but more powerful, until they were both directed
over to that padded table.
	"Okay but not the straps no way!" Jim protested as he was directed
to lie flat on his back, naked and slippery against that leather table,
that shaved crotch thrust upwards.
	"Part of the penalty Jimbo" Larry was openly stroking himself now,
seeing this was for his benefit after all.  So with a certain struggling it
was five against one and Jim's arms were pulled backwards and tied to the
corners of the table, then with even more struggling his ankles were tied
as well.  All it did was make his shiny muscles stand out even more as he
twisted and tensed and protested, knowing the worst was seconds away.
	"I know this ain't right" Juan muttered as they helped him up and
onto the table, the braces groaning with the combined weight.  With help
from Bo and Steve, and with Tony directing Juan's thick hips into place,
they got him on his hands and knees spread out over Jim's pinned body.
	"How long?" Juan was panting and that huge chest heaving with the
nervousness of having to do this in front of a roomful of guys.
	"No time limit... stud" Bo's hands stayed on Juan's back "until the
first dude shoots.  Y'know what ya gotta do... do it!"
	"I never shoulda come here..." Juan closed his eyes as he lowered
himself down to his elbows, rolling his body forward and down until his
face was hovering over that shaved crotch.  When he felt Jim's face make
contact with his dangling balls it was almost a surprise.  What was even
more a surprise was when he lowered his crotch down another few inches and
the end of his foreskin felt a mouth come up and surround it.  Juan used a
free hand to grab that smooth steely cock and direct it to his lips.  He
kept his eyes closed as it entered his mouth, at the same time his hips
thrust downward forcing several inches of his cock into the hottest wettest
thing he had felt in a long time.  He was sucking a dude's cock but more
important he was getting sucked in the process!  That was all it took for
his cock to finish filling out, feeling that hot mouth and throat starting
to gag around it.  Once Juan felt that, then damnit he was off to the
races!
	Once Steve saw Jim naked and hard his cock was free of his shorts
and he was jacking himself like he had not been hard the last half-hour
already.  Like he had not had Larry pull a load from him not an hour ago.
So grabbing Jim's naked body and helping to tie him to that table was
almost more than he could stand.  It was lucky for him that it took both
hands to get Jim's legs yanked down and apart, because his dick was
throbbing out pre-cum like he hadn't been blowing loads night after night.
But when he saw Juan crouching over Jim's writhing naked muscles and lower
his head and take his cock in his mouth something shook Steve's whole body.
Before he could stop himself he was grabbing Juan's shoulder nearest to him
and pressing his crotch into Jim's hip his cock spasmed and before he could
stop himself he was ejaculating his load all over Jim's hip and thigh!
Steve's cock was spasming and spasming like it would never stop cumming!
	"You all are gonna be seein worse I'm wagerin" Bo saw Steve lose
his load and knew that the genie was out of the bottle in a huge way.
Juan, who never sucked a cock before was now bobbing up and down on Jim's
bone like he never wanted this to end.  At the same time he was thrusting
his hips down into Jim's mouth, shoving his now fully hard eleven inches of
beer-can thick cock into Jim's throat enough to make him gag but not enough
to choke him.  Tony and John and Larry were in a tight circle around the
action, Larry jacking himself then stopping jacking stopping over and over,
and Tony and John rubbing each other everywhere showing serious hardons
still trapped in their shorts.  Sam was making a good display of keeping
both hands on the camcorder but his singlet was so stretched and soaked
with his leaking cock it was just a matter of time before he would dive
into the dog pile next "not playin favorites mind you" and Bo grabbed
Juan's knees and spread them apart, exposing the hairy crack of his thick
ass.  Before anyone knew what hit them, Bo's face was buried in Juan's
hole!
	"Fuck! Fuck!" Juan yanked his mouth off Jim's cock when he felt
something like he never imagined!  A hot tongue was at his hole and running
around his spasming ring and pressing into him.  The exquisite sensational
shock of pleasure so quickly overcame his initial shock then waves and
waves of overwhelming agonizing stimulation spread through his entire
crotch so much he did not even remember shoving Jim's cock back into his
mouth as he buried his own sausage down that gagging throat beneath him
thrusting and again completely out of control as that muscle-hard tongue
started pressing deep into his relaxing ring.
	Something short-circuited in John's over-sexed brain when he saw
those two naked guys start sucking each other off simultaneously, like a
well-rehearsed triple-x major studio exhibition custom designed for his
balls.  This was something he always wanted and never had the nads to
suggest with Rich.  The thought of doing this with Tony was too hot to
think possible, but there were Tony's hands all over his shoulders and arms
as the two drooled over this show.  And John had given up trying to keep
his pervy little mitts off Tony's hard muscles once all this started
spinning out of control.  But for some reason they both knew if their hands
traveled below their waistbands it would be a run-away train for both of
them so it was serious heavy petting and pawing, all eyes glued to Jim
getting this gigantic hardon shoved again and again down his throat as his
own veiny red pistoning steel rod was swallowed over and over by this huge
straight bouncer of a guy who accidentally stumbled into their sex party.
John's hands were slipping down to forbidden areas rubbing Tony's hard
glutes when he looked to his side seeing Steve's hard cock throbbing again
and again and barely touching Jim's naked flesh he started shooting this
huge load all over him!  The next thing John knew his mouth was on that
cum-slimed cock so fast, sucking the last of the salty load from the wide
stretched head as Steve bucked his hips into John's mouth, his body in the
grips of some uncontrollable rage.
	Jim felt his arms and legs stretched out to a tight muscular X and
just knew how hot he looked, naked and totally boned, his shaved crotch
making his cock and balls look twice their size and then that huge sweaty
hot body was hovering over him and he felt those hairy nads and then that
metal tipped battering ram rubbing against his face.  What the fuck could
he do?  He was tied and immobile, stripped and exposed so all he could do
was open his mouth and let it happen.  He had done everything he could to
make sure this was not the first cock to go in his mouth tonight – that
would have been too gross – but after being hooded and blinded before
when he was forced to suck cock, this was almost bearable.  And now he was
tied up and all of this was happening against his will and then he felt
that hot mouth descend to his cock and it was all over!  Before he knew it
he was opening up wider and wider, making more and more of that inhuman
appendage go down his throat, gagging him into semi-consciousness.  After
the first few panic moments he learned to time his breathing through his
nose as more and more of that hardening flesh rammed its way down his gut.
But that mouth on his dick was giving him a blow-job like he never had.
And Steve had been a very close second.  And then he imagined it was
Steve's mouth on him!  Not it was Steve's ass tight around his cock, his
cock, Steve's ass, again and again and Jim felt his balls start to churn up
his load.  But his load was not so quick to shoot now he had already outed
himself all but shooting off on the floor sucking off those guys before.
Wow, Jim Larson alpha stud, blond bodybuilder with the perfect body and
perfect cock unable to control his cum like some inept teenager.  And with
his mouth full of dick on top of it!  And here he was again with his mouth
being used by a cock.  And the biggest cock in town was rearranging his
tonsils, but this time his cock was being sucked!  The image of the two of
them joined at their cocks forming this naked spectacle went right into
Jim's balls and again he felt like cumming but before he felt his cock
throb and swell his mouth was suddenly filling with slimy sticky salty goo!
Was this damn Mexican cumming???
	As soon as Juan felt that tongue invade his hole he knew his
orgasm, his self-incriminating totally damning orgasm could not be
postponed much longer.  He had been ball-churning ever since he felt that
huge powerlifter's hand brush up against his cock before.  Like that was
the most impossible thing to ever have happen to a big lumpy slob like him.
But once he felt that, he knew the whole disaster with this same Jim before
freaking out over his cock and piercings and everything was not going to
get him beaten to a pulp.  Maybe just maybe he was not the sideshow freak
any longer.  Like the most casual swipe of Bo's hand against his crotch was
better than the hottest sex he ever received in his whole life.  And when
Bo actually pulled his meat and bull balls free of his shorts and displayed
it on this same table before, like they were the crown jewels or some shit,
Juan hated to admit he almost shot off then and there.  Luckily all the
exercises and everything since then got his mind off his dick enough to
keep it from becoming totally erect.  And when he filled out, it was not
something to be ignored or laughed off.  But all through the evening it
felt like his balls were churning out more and more cum, like when he did
it would be a record-breaking flood-gate busting orgasm to beat – and
then Juan felt that tongue at his ass and his balls tightened up like he
could let himself go anytime if he did not totally concentrate.  Sucking on
that dick was almost enough to keep himself from losing control, but it was
taking everything he could do not to blow his brains out.  He was doing
math tables in his head, state capitals, food bills, everything he could to
keep from unloading down that muscle-bound stud's throat.  Because once he
shot his load, Juan just knew the intruder would wear out his welcome fast.
They would all turn on him and he would be the laughingstock he had been
brought here tonight to be in the first place.  That was when he felt that
tongue what?  The damn powerlifter was humming!  And Juan saw stars as his
hips fell forward, his balls turning inside out as the scalding hot jism
exploded from his giant cock and began to overwhelm that mouth and throat
beneath him again and again like he could not stop if he tried.  But Juan
was spinning and blacking out too much to try.
	Jim felt his balls start the final tightening, a load building and
building like nothing on earth could stop it and then that wrist-thick in
his throat swelled to twice its size and Jim gasped as the first eruption
of cum blasted into him.  He retched and managed to pull back as more and
more thick bitter sludge poured into him, swallowing and gagging and still
it did not stop until it was gushing out of both sides of his mouth and
still it did not stop.  He was about to gag and almost was passing out when
someone pulled Juan's crotch off his face fast.  Jim saw the bright lights
in the ceiling but they were spinning in circles and only Steve's – no
Juan's – hot mouth leaving his cock just as he was tightening his cum
muscles for the first shot but no, he was pumping cold air and his orgasm
was right on the edge then lost.
	Bo barely had Juan off the table and to his wobbly feet before Tony
all but catapulted John onto Jim's still tied frame.
	"Wait!  Stop!" from several directions, but not from Jim who was
still gasping for air, his head spinning trying to send the blood back to
his other head.  As soon as Bo got Juan seated on the floor with a towel
over his head he raised his hands for order.  By that point John was
already straddling Jim's waist, looking around the room not sure what would
happen next.
	"Guys!  Stop already!  Y'all need a break t'catch yer – " Bo
tried.
	"Like you could stop this now if you tried.  Huh Jimbo?" Tony
grabbed his shoulder and shook it oh so gently "you wanna prolong this or
get it over with?" but all Jim could answer was low grunts as the color
returned to his face.
	"Well Mack, that penalty y'wanna remind Jimbo of..."
	"I... uh... fuck..." Jim raised his head to see John's crotch
staring at him "I can't fight anymore y'win" and he caved in.  Jim truly
had all the fight knocked out of him.  Something had been short-circuited
in his brain when he felt his mouth on a cock while a mouth was on his
cock.  Like his final defense had been breached and there was no point
playing games any longer.  The great and might Jim Larson had been brought
crashing down.
	"What... what... well... what should I...?" John looked at Tony.
Tony looked at Jim.  Jim closed his eyes and nodded, his mouth opening by
itself "fuck... y'mean...?"
	"Lose the singlet kid, all the way this time" Bo nodded, sensing
the mood of the room now spinning out of control into the red zone.  And
that was it.  John pulled down the straps, the shrinking red material
exposing more and more of his sweat-smeared hairy bulky torso.  With Bo's
help and then Tony's he struggled to his knees straddling Jim as he tugged
and yanked the material past his half-hard, hearing the room react to his
recently shaved crotch and then he was stepping out of that damned South
singlet.  Finally!  He crouched naked towering over all of them, looking
down at all of them, naked and horny, then he caught Sam's eyes.  The look
there combined shock and admiration and wonder and about twenty other
things, like he was finally seeing John in all his glory for the first
time.
	"This one's for you puppydog" John got back down to his hands and
inched forward until his shaved balls were rubbing against Jim's chin
"y'want this?"
	"Uhngnh... unghh..." Jim grunted with his mouth full of smelly teen
balls.
	"Say it!  Say ya want my cock, ya big musclehead!"
	"I want..." Jim heard a distant voice say "I want to suck your
cock..." and before John realized who was tied beneath him, he bent his
cock down into that open mouth.  He straightened his arms and legs and then
caught Tony's eyes "naked pushups coach" as he began slow steady up and
down pumps into Jim's mouth.  After ten John was spit-polished hard; after
twenty he was filled out to maximum.  After thirty his arms were giving out
"your turn" he grunted to Tony.
	"Huh?"
	"Take my place... coach" John twisted himself to the side and
lowered himself down to the floor "do it!"
	"Bo...?"
	"Y'heard the coach" Bo's eyes went wide seeing what was sticking
out of John's crotch "I ain't arguin with that big gun" making sure John
saw where he was looking.
	"Coach!" but Tony hesitated.
	"That's an order Tony the Bone" John realized he was standing there
naked and hard.  His reaction was to tug at his cock with teenage pride.
When he saw Tony hesitate he took the two steps over to him and started to
yank his string T up from his abs "do it.  You know how you'll look.  And
think y'got Jim there right where y'want him" as he pulled the top over
Tony's head.  They both heard Sam bring the camera around for a close-up of
that body he had never seen before "y'think Rich's dad looks good like
this... wait til you see the real deal.  Go on Tony" John's fingers at his
waistband "show him the whole Norton package!"
	"Yes sir coach" and big Tony Norton, Italian bodybuilder
extraordinaire dropped his shorts and jock and stood there in his shave
competitor perfection.  It took all of two seconds before he remembered
what was to happen next.  He swaggered over to the table where Jim had been
watching this with a combination of dread and lust.  Before Jim said a word
Tony swung himself up onto the table straddling Jim's chest, his heavy
equipment hitting Jim in the chin.
	"Okay stud, gimme naked pushups!  Fifty!"
	"Yes sir, coming right up coach!" Tony stretched out until his
hands were on either side of Jim tied wrists.  He lowed his crotch until he
felt his cock find Jim's opened mouth "sorry it had to happen like this"
his whispered down at the immobilized body beneath him.
	"I'm..." gulp "not" as Tony's cock found its way into Jim's waiting
throat.  Again and again Tony used his powerful arms to lower himself inch
by inch into Jim's mouth, allowing it to rest there as he felt Jim's tongue
rubbing and swirling around during those four or five seconds Tony was all
the way down.  After ten of those Tony's cock was completely erect.  Again.
But unlike Juan's brutal slamming down into Jim's throat, Tony took his
time and slowly and with great care and aim pressed his hard cut cock down
into Jim's mouth.  When he felt Jim's throat open up for the rest of the
hardened length Tony knew his orgasm was imminent.
	John was horny now, horny and lit like he had never been before.
All those workouts in the garage were like a half-ass warm-up, like a dress
rehearsal compared to this.  Or maybe all those work-outs were just a
cover, a ruse to get them all to the point their horndog natures finally
took over.  He looked at Larry struggling with his impending orgasm like
his life hung in the balance, even though Bo kept making attempts to get
him to slow down.  And there was Steve standing there with his shorts
around his knees pulling on that uncut meat like it was him and not John
doing Jim.  But John paid attention enough to slide over to him and before
Steve could stop him that cock was back in John's mouth.  He didn't know
what came over him; they both knew John would just as well be sucking Tony
or... even something worse.  But there was some kind of bond between them,
something John felt the first time he saw him barge into Tony's garage, the
big football player too hot to approach, much less see so much as stripped
to the waist, and now here was John with the big dog's cock filling his
mouth.  And when he felt that huge hand on the back of his head, guiding it
up and down with total permission, John knew he had arrived in the big
leagues.
	"Somethin for yer troubles" Bo appeared at their side, handing John
three rubber cock rings in various sizes.  John immediately started putting
one around Steve's goods.
	"Your turn, coach" Tony lowered himself down to the floor, covered
in sweat and showing the hardest shiniest dick perfectly framed by all
those thick corded muscles.  Sam whistled and brought the camera closer.
Tony took one of the cock rings from John and directed him towards Jim
again "gimme twenty!"
	"Got it!" John struggled to make the ring fit around his unbending
cock, but with Bo's greased stimulating help got it stretched around both
cock and balls.  Once he got back into place above Jim's head, he realized
the wisdom of Bo's choice.  His cock pointed straight out, or in this case
straight down.  Straight down Jim's throat.  He looked over at a naked Tony
put the ring around his goods even giving a pose or two to Sam who thought
he had died and gone to heaven.  But the main event seemed to be the way
John was feeding his too-large-for-his-age cock again and again down into
Jim's mouth.  And seeing both Larry and Steve jerking off to his show was
more than John's overstimulated cock could bear.  He felt his hips start to
spasm and then Steve's hands were on his hips pulling him up "shit I gotta
cum I gotta cum!"
	"We wanna see it okay?" Larry looked at Steve who nodded back "we
wanna see the stud cum."
	"Huh?  Me?" feeling Steve's hand circling the base of his cock, and
then Larry's hand rubbing his balls.
	"Yeah you stud" Steve growled "you forget I get off seeing you blow
your load, remember?"
	"Fuck..." John felt those hands on his most sensitive parts and
then he lowered himself down until Jim's mouth was again swallowing him
whole.  But this time John stayed down, not believing how that tongue was
actually trying to rub his cock more.  John's hips went into autopilot as
he felt the too-long delayed orgasm barreling towards him "fuck fuck I'm
gonna I'm gonna" and it hit him like a ton of bricks!  Just in time Steve
pulled him up as his cock exploded his load all over Jim's face.
	"Yeah kid shoot shoot SHOOT!" Steve barked as he continued to jack
that slimy cock, sending load after load down into Jim's mouth all over his
nose and chin until his whole face was covered with John's load "yeah!  I
knew you were the total stud!" Steve grunted "hey Tony finish him off now!"
	"Coach?"
	"Do it!" John raised himself to his knees as Steve continued to
pull his cock, while Larry smeared the last of the cum all over his tightly
stretched balls.  Finally the two finished playing with his junk and Tony
then straddled Jim.
	"Man you should see how you look!" waving Sam closer.
	"Sick gross fuck I know..."
	"No, fuckin hot sex stud!" Tony smeared some of the cum off Jim's
chin and onto his cock, now tightly circled by the cock ring, harder and
redder than it had been all night "and I'm jacking off with the hot stud's
cum!" and that did it!  Tony arched his head back and the first three shots
went way over Jim' head hitting the edge of the table.  Jim leaned forward
until his tongue could just reach Tony's balls all but begging for it.
Tony lowered his cock into the waiting mouth and pumped and pumped and
pumped, feeling spasm after spasm of his hot load flush that already slimy
mouth.
	"Sorry t'hurry ya up but" Bo grabbed Tony's balls and gave them a
tender but insistent rub "well Jimbo, now y'pick third stud t'suck, who's
it gonna be?"
	"Huh?" Jim was gasping for air, cum running down his chin, his face
and chest blotchy from the exertion as well as the ass prints on his pecs
"what?"
	"Number three Skinbo, you were forced to blow me and John here"
Tony swung himself over and down to the floor "that was forced on you but
now the worst part.  Now you gotta pick the dude you blow next!"
	"C'mon guys untie me, gimme a break" Jim made a point of struggling
"I gotta piss something awful!"
	"Give'm a break" Sam piped up from behind the cameras.  What he
really was saying is: don't forget about me, I got a horn on like you can't
imagine!
	"Leave that on" Bo saw Tony trying to pull off his cock ring "you
two also" looking at Steve and John "well?  The sooner y'decide the
sooner..."
	"I already decided" Jim craned his neck until he locked eyes
with... "don't make me beg" looking at Steve!
	"Wow!  What?  Really?" Steve was both shocked and a bit nervous
"after all he had been over-exposed how many times already "why me?  You
sure Jimbo?"
	"Okay I'm beggin" Jim pulled at his restraints knowing how it
looked and the effect it had on Steve "only guy here man enough to make me
suck his cock!  That's you Cumbreath!"
	"Y-y-you you sure?"
	"I want that big football cock rearranging my tonsils!  Make me
your cum-dump stud!  I'm beggin ya... Steve..."
	Steve knew part of it was mugging for the cameras, playing up the
game for the room.  But there was that other part that didn't make sense.
Steve did not know what Jim's game was.  But before he could find out he
raised his big bulk onto the table.  He looked down at that perfect
specimen tied below him, every muscle shown to it maximum effect, naked and
vulnerable to anything Steve wanted.  And then it hit him!  It hit him the
same way it must have hit Larry before wearing the mask.  Steve could do
anything he wanted and Jim could not say boo!
	"Y'forgettin Jim here earned a piss break" Bo came over to the
table.  As soon as he did the rest of the group formed a circle as well.
	"I got that covered" Steve looked down at Jim's body "I got my bud
covered" and before anyone could stop him Steve swung around until he was
lying head to toe over Jim exactly like Juan earlier "ya gotta piss?  Okay
go ahead and piss" and Steve lowered his face until his tongue was tickling
Jim's balls.
	"Ugh! NO! DON'T!" Jim spasmed and bucked, trying to push Steve's
face away from his crotch "lemme up!"
	"Buddy's gotta piss... gotta flood that piss somewhere fast,
right?" again that tongue tickled Jim's balls, even pushing into the area
between his separated legs "gotta piss... real... BAD!" and then Steve's
tongue tickling Jim's shaved pubes!
	"NO! GOD! STOP! DAMN!" Jim lurched and bucked and then it happened.
He lost control and started pissing in a high arc into the air.  But within
a millisecond Steve's mouth encircled that cock and began sucking it hard,
all but pulling the piss from Jim's tickled crotch.  Jim screamed and
bucked but once his bladder started emptying there was no stopping until
Steve had gulped down everything Jim had to give him.  But Steve had just
started.  His mouth continued its up and down motion gently sucking Jim's
cock back to life until it was just as hard as when Juan's mouth was on it.
As soon as that thought crossed Jim's mind, Steve's cock lowered itself
down towards his gasping mouth.  And because that cock ring was still
ensnaring his goods it was angled perfectly to go right in.  Jim's mind
went a bit berserk when he figured out Steve actually was boning before he
made contact with Jim's mouth.  And what got him boning was... fuck!  Jim
realized swallowing his g-d piss is what got Steve really smoking!  Steve
actually thought even drinking his fucking piss was hot?  Steve really
really was that into him?  And it all came tumbling down, because once
again Jim had a cock in his mouth, a mouth on his cock and everything
everything made sense.  And the fact that it was Steve's cock and Steve's
mouth... and then it happened.  Jim just bucked his hips up and something
inside just snapped, the whole night's worth of constant edging and
cockteasing and he just exploded, like he was pissing and cumming and
unloading all in one.  He didn't know what was pumping out of his cock at
that moment, but the way Steve was moaning and jamming his cock harder and
harder into his face, Jim imagined Steve was actually closing in on his own
ball buster.  After what felt like hours blowing his load, Jim began to
yell with the hypersensitive pain and Steve yanked his mouth off his prize,
pulling his own bone free of Jim's mouth in the process.
	"Remind me t'keep ya on a shorter leash next time!" Bo narrowed his
eyes at Steve "now clean up all yer abomination off my nice new table!"
letting a slight chuckle escape his big chest "and get yer bud to the
bathroom.  He hasta piss remember?"
	"Y'bet!" Steve could not have been happier.  While they were gone
Bo cleaned up the damage and sent everyone for a thirty second break.  He
was aware the interim could break the mood he had gone through all this
effort to create so did not want the tension to get pissed away.
	"So you two" Bo singled out Larry and Steve from the returning
crowd "time for last place team to – "
	"Aren't ya forgetting something?" suddenly Jim was coming to
Steve's defense.  Bo and several others noticed the change "nice try Bo!"
	"And what am I forgettin?" Bo chuckled "nothin escapes this"
tapping his temple.
	"I think Sam you should pick it" John was standing there wearing
somebody's jockstrap, loose and dangling enough to require constant
tugging.
	"Yeah make the kid pick" Larry was all too aware he was one of the
few who had not blown his load yet and wanted that oversight corrected as
quickly as possible "not that we don't trust you" smiling a huge grin at
Bo.
	"Yeah, Mack" Tony joined it "of course we trust you.  I mean look
around" indicating the naked and half-naked guys forming a crowd "look at
this nice g-rated ice cream social evening you arranged" getting a chuckle
from Jim and several others "besides you already read the penalties – "
	"No I ain't!"
	"If you didn't" Steve came up next to Jim drying his hair "you pull
your mind-reading act so yeah..." patting Sam on the back hard enough for
him to lose his balance "it's your show young'un!"
	"Fine" Bo shrugged "okay Sam whose list?"
	"I don't know what you dudes wrote, but I do know what I wrote!"
Sam looked at Bo, playing his final gamble "so I'm picking..." looking at
Bo then John "mine!"
	"NO!" Bo yelled.
	"Told ya Bo's been cheating!" Tony laughed then saw Bo's serious
expression "what did the little kid write?"
	"Don't matter!" Bo growled "ain't happenin!"
	"Sam...?" John got scared.  After all this was Terry the Hulk's kid
brother, and probable punching bag.  Or worse.  So if anyone had a
first-hand experience with the darker side of sadistic streaks, it was
little innocent looking Sam "what did you write?"
	"Like I said ain't happenin!" Bo muscled over to Sam "pick again!"
	"You gonna tell'm or am I?" Sam knew doing the penalty was not as
bad as looking like a cheat and a punk "cause I ain't picking again."
	"You are too young to – "
	"What I wrote was – "
	"NO!"
	"I wrote" Sam shouted over Bo "teammates fuck each other – "
	"Shut UP!"
	"Sam!" from John and half the room.
	"Right?  Right Bo?"
	"I ain't fuckin no underage kid!" Bo looked around the room "in a
roomful of cops?  Kid you trippin if – "
	"Was that really it?" Tony looked at Sam "Bo I wanna read it for
myself!"
	"Don't matter!  Ain't happenin!"
	But Tony went and found the clipboard and yanked Sam's list before
Bo could intercept him.  He read,
	"Damnit the kid wasn't kidding!  It says: Teammates fuck or – "
	"Still ain't happenin!" Bo knew it only got worse.
	"Or..." Tony contined "or both get tied down and fucked by four
guys!"
	"I ain't picking again" Sam looked around the room "cause whatever
else it's only worse cause I know you guys all wrote the same thing or
worse!"
	"C'mon Sam pick mine!" Larry tried "it ain't no worse'n what Skinbo
Cumboy had t'do."
	"Hey!" Jim snapped.
	"And you saw how much he hated that!"
	"Funny Jismboy!"
	"Like you ain't Jismboy as well" Larry smirked "okay Cumstud,
that's a better title for you."
	"It fits you" Steve slapped Jim on the back "admit it!"
	"Suck my dick!"
	"Deal!" Steve laughed "where and when?" calling him out.
	"I ain't fuckin the kid!" Bo returned to the problem at hand.
	"Didn't expect that" Sam turned to him "it was a fantasy okay?
Even if y'did I don't think... y'know..."
	"You could do it and live, Sam" John looked at Tony "so?"
	"Sam, pick again!" Tony looked at him "please!"
	"No..." Sam bit his lip.  He knew he painted himself into a corner
and now he had to suffer the penalty "Bo..."
	"Conference" Bo came over and put his hands on Sam's shoulders,
taking it all in.  Without saying a word Bo turned to the group "young pup
here has this fucked up idea about honor and shit.  So okay we're gonna let
him keep his word – "
	"NO!" from Tony and Jim, exchanging a surprised look between them.
	"But..." Bo held up his hand "but... BUT!"
	"C'mon Bo" Steve did not want to be caught in the same trap.  This
was illegal now and Steve knew any one of them could end up in prison "he's
sixteen!"
	"Seventeen but... Sam here wrote four guys, don't say how, ain't
that right Sam?"
	"Wait!"
	"He ain't takin two dicks, that ain't happenin!" Bo looked at him
"y'know what y'gotta do then..."
	"I pick one dude, I know that" Sam looked around the room like he
hadn't already decided this hours if not days before "but that forces you
to take on three dudes, if I take one..."
	"Sam no..." John already knew.
	"John... yes" Sam looked at him, his eyes locked "it almost
happened before, so why not now?"
	"Cause a whole roomful of" waving his hand around the packed room
"for starters!"
	"So if it was just you and me, then you'd do it, admit you thought
– "
	"Sam!  C'mon!"
	"That's a yes" Sam's eyes never leaving John, still too spooked to
return the gaze "cause if not I pick someone else... like... Juan!"
	"You're crazy!" from John.  And Juan.  And half the room at least.
	"Can't see you just standing there pulling your dick watching me
get ripped open, knowing y'could've prevented – "
	"Okay OKAY!  Y'made your point!" John hated that his puppy dog
cornering him like this.  But he was right.  If he stood by and let someone
else do the nasty, he would be labeled a total scumbag asshole.  And once
word got back to Terry the Hulk... John's fate would end up in the same
hospital as Sam.  If he lived that long!
	"Shit Sommers" Sam shook his head "nobody turns down an offer to
fuck my ass.  That's just crazy talk.  Even for you!"
	"Ain't that..." John was paddling and drowning "I mean you and
me... I mean we're buds... and if..."
	"When!"
	"Shit, if... when... not like this, not like..."
	"That means yes" Sam turned to Bo "so we're decided.  And then
after John – "
	"Ain't happenin!" Bo knew it was a bluff, it was for show, but he
still felt this young kid was one tough little operator!  And if he was
this pushy, then his brother Terry... "we settled that.  You and John, then
me..."
	"Well gentlemen..." Tony looked around the room "does Bo pick or do
we vote?"
	"HEY!"
	"I say we vote!" Larry knew his time was coming when he and Steve
were forced to face their demons as well.  But in the meantime he wanted to
see Bo finally, just for once, put in his place.  Not that he had a grudge
against the big dumptruck, he just thought picking those three guys for him
made it more humiliating.  Like he and Steve were not going to be
humiliated and worse when their time came "Bo would pick – "
	"Y'don't know shit!  I would – "
	"Okay men let's make this a real truth or dare moment!" Jim cut in
"we do both!  Bo picks three names, we pick three names.  Same names pop up
– that's settled.  If not – "
	"Deal fine!" Bo surprised them by agreeing so fast.  Of course they
smelled a rat.
	"Guys!" Jim gathered the group around him "you too!" grabbing Sam.
	"Who me?"
	"No fair!" Bo yelled.
	"Fair" Jim pulled them into a huddle.  There was a great deal of
whispering and angry muttering before they agreed on three names "okay Bo.
Who are they?"
	"This is way fucked up... but" he looked at Steve "you" next John
"you!"
	"No way!"
	"Sweet!" Tony laughed.
	"You!" Bo nailed Larry in his gaze.
	"You are totally crazy" but Larry was smiling.
	"Guys?" Jim looked around.
	"Okay we agree on Steve here" Jim patted him on the back "our sheep
to the slaughter.  But John... sorry, he's... busy" getting a muffled
laugh.
	"And Larry?" Steve shook his head "you only picked him
because... hell even we can't decide.  Sorry it's me" like he was not
warming to the idea "Tony..."
	"Huh?" Tony acted surprised.
	"Only because I earned a break" Jim laughed "otherwise it'd be me."
	"And...?" Bo narrowed his eyes, like he did not already know.
	"Oh you been arranging this since before we even showed up" Steve
caught Bo's expression and returned it twice over "we both know it's Juan –
"
	"What?"
	"But you're too cool to say it out loud."
	"Guys... you're just kidding right?" Juan looked at the group "you
ain't serious right?"
	"It happens."
	"Guys y'better know what yer proposin here..." Bo looked at them
"y'think this big muscle stud gonna take it up the ass just like – "
	"Okay grab him!" Tony yelled and it was a dog pile, six against
one.  If Bo had really wanted to send them all flying, they all knew he was
more than capable of it.  But he put up enough struggling to make it
camera-worthy, with Larry doing the honors now instead of Sam, and with a
great deal of shouting and swearing they had Bo's huge arms tied behind
him.  He struggled and twisted, but like Jim before him, it only made his
huge frame look even more amazing, black thick muscles shiny and veiny, his
bulk twisting into eye-popping arrangements of overly-developed cushions
piled on top of even more mounds of thick flesh.  When they had him more
immobilized, Steve grunted in his Bo's ear,
	"Bo, the hook" twisting his head up to what Steve was talking about
it.
	"We both know what that's there for."
	"Ain't got no idea what yer – "
	"Where is it?  Where's that sling?" hearing the shocked reaction
from fewer directions than he expected.
	"You talkin crazy talk now" Bo playing his role to the hilt.
	"How about I start digging around" Tony saw his moment "and see
what I find!"
	"Don't NO!" too late.  Tony was opening drawers and cabinets, his
chance to find something, anything to put before Chief Connors once and for
all, the evidence that would get his own ass out of the sling, the thought
crossing his mind with a certain bitter irony.  But no matter where he dug,
the most incriminating thing he could find was a drawer of invoices and
memos between this company and one in Chicago.  It was strange enough Tony
hid several for later when he actually had pockets.  Then he found paydirt!
Way in the back of one drawer he found tubes of some green liquid.  And
pills!  Vial upon vial of all sorts of pills!  Those also got set aside.
At last Tony got what he came for!  So this warehouse was like a twisted
chinese puzzle box, the outside normal warehouse cover, but dig down and
and it's part sex shop, all covering up for a drug distribution point!  He
was almost disappointed when he stumbled upon that sling he just knew he
would find.  Because it meant the now more thorough and justified search
had to wait until later "this what you mean?" dragging it over to Steve
"this place got some unusual `accessories'... for a regular
warehouse... Bo."
	"I ain't talkin to a buncha cops!" Bo was back in his role.  Or was
he?  Now Tony was actually unsure how much was acting and how much Bo
really was covering for.  But the buzz went past him fast as soon as Steve
started untangling the sling and tying it up to that hook in the ceiling.
	"Somehow why do I know this'll hold your weight big guy huh?" Steve
finished his handiwork, earning a low whistle from Jim.
	"Never cease to amaze me Bearbreath" Jim shook his head "or rather
Pissbreath."
	"Like the sound of that" Steve tested the weight then went over to
where three guys were holding Bo struggling and sweating buckets "okay, the
rough way or the easy way?"
	"Go to hell!" Bo yelled, struggling like crazy.  But not half
enough to prevent them from half-dragging him half-carrying him over to
where that leather nightmare was hanging.  With a twist and a shove, Bo was
pushed backwards into the sling.  Once his weight was off his feet,
swinging wildly all over the place, his leverage was totally shot.  With
two guys holding him in place, Steve managed to re-tie Bo's hands to the
straps attached to the swing.  And with a few random wild kicks, Bo's legs
and feet were yanked up and apart, also immobilized with nasty leather
straps.
	"All dressed up and no where to go" Steve smirked, enjoying his
handiwork "I don't think you'll be needing all these" he went over to Sam
handing him the scissors "you do the honor!"
	"Huh?"
	"Don't think we forgot about you.  Remember this was you idea" he
looked at John as well "time for you to lose that singlet son, once and for
all.  After you're good and naked get busy and get Bo out of his clothes,
all of them!"
	"Fuck..." Sam looked at John and then grabbed his shoulder straps
and yanked them down as far as his thick belly.
	"Keep going Timmerman" John all but licked his lips "all the way
off.  Lose it!"
	"Fuck..." Sam kept tugging until there is was, his cock and balls
shiny with all that pre-cum, his only hairy spot a total smeared mess as he
tugged that cursed singlet all the way down to his ankles.
	"Yeah, naked and ready to get fucked in the ass" John was tugging
at his cock, yanking it and smearing his precum all over the head "kneel!"
	"Huh?"
	"Get ready to suck my cock!" which is what he did.  Sam dropped to
his knees and before anyone could stop him, John's cock was swallowed to
his smooth pubes.  He had been soft then hard so many times tonight he lost
count.  And it seemed like barely five seconds ago he was blowing the
biggest load – his second load could that be right? – into that
hothead musclehead's mouth.  But now with Sam on his knees doing things to
his cock he never imagined it was like he was filling and throbbing like he
could do this all night.  Suddenly his cock was released from months if not
years of restraint and wow was it making up for lost time!  Maybe it was
the way Steve was drooling watching this blowjob; more likely it was
knowing it was Hulk's baby brother on his knees swallowing him whole is
what did the trick.  As soon as John felt himself at full bone he barked
"okay on your feet!"
	"But!"
	"Stand!" and that's what Sam did with no opposition, his hands
covering his crotch "hands behind your head.  Do it!"
	Sam raised his hands, feeling all eyes on his cock now bobbing and
lifting its way to full five and half inches of fat circumsized teen meat
jutting out of that forest, his cock wide but the head even wider, a short
fat lollipop of a dick.  His hairy balls were already crinkling and
tightening.  He knew sooner or later he would be naked, but not like this.
Not like his chubby immature body would be center stage.
	"Yeah, can't keep from getting hard, just thinking about taking it
up the chute, huh?" John was sliding into bully mode "turn around and bend
over.  Spread those cheeks and show everyone that hole!"
	"NO!" this was too much.  Because once he did...
	"Do it!  That's an order puppy dog!"
	"No please!" Sam was turning beet red and visibly shaking.  John
only used the stall to find the closest tube of lube "no I changed my
mind!"
	"Tough!  Bend over!" forcing Sam down.  John's greased fingers
pressed between those thick smooth cheeks and found the target.  When he
felt the puffy ring, the flesh all stretched and abused, John pressed in,
one then a second finger "get that hole good and greased for what's
coming!"
	"Don't say anything..." Sam whispered.
	"It's out of the bag already Sam" John whispered and patted, his
fingers jabbing as the ring barely resisted his dramatic thrusts, the whole
tortured hole now shiny and greased "but no I won't pup.  Okay naked dog,
Bo's clothes go now!" pressing the scissors back into Sam's shaking hand
"now!"
	With John's fingers still jammed in his ass crack, Sam was pushed
over to Bo struggling and protesting like it made a lick of difference.
Jim picked Sam's singlet off the floor and had Sam shove the smelly mess
into Bo's mouth.  With everyone holding Bo still, Sam's scissors made short
work of Bo's sleeveless sweatshirt, baring that huge upper body shiny with
sweat.  Then with greater care, Bo's sweatpants were half cut and half
ripped off his thick trapped hips.  With Sam's singlet stuffed in Bo's
gaping yammering mouth, he struggled in his sling, naked except for his
jock, his wide muscled ass pulled open, his hairy crack exposed and showing
that dark purple wrinkled spasming hole.
	"Okay get your face in there!" John directed Sam towards Bo's ass
"spit lube that hole!"
	"No!" Sam groaned almost thinking: not again!
	"Do it!"
	"Don't make him do that!" Tony objected "that's not part of – "
	"It is now!" John was panting and shaking with lust now "you picked
me Timmerman, y'wanted t'play with the big dogs, now you are a player!"
shoving his face into that hairy crack "do it!" and Sam groaned as his
mouth made contact with Bo's ass.  He twisted and moaned but John was
pressing his bigger frame on top of Sam, his crotch replacing those fingers
in Sam's hole.  Sam knew all of the evening had led up to this, a slow
relentless unavoidable ever-narrowing path leading to – fuck!  He felt
John's cock at his crack as his mouth found Bo's hairy hole.  His tongue
pressed into that ring, expecting it to be funky and nasty, but instead it
was sweaty and strangely sweet and then the huge head of John's bone
pressed into him and Sam's world collapsed to the cock invading his ass and
his tongue opening that hole.  He was feeling the hot room close around him
when John yanked him up.  Sam's eyes flew open.
	"Open your eyes!" John grabbed Sam's ears "look around!  Everyone
wants to see me take your cherry all these horndogs watching you getting
your ass fucked for the first time" underlining those words to Sam's relief
"look at them Timmerman!  Look at them!"
	"Fuck...fuck... fuck..." Sam looked at Tony, then Larry and Steve,
expecting to see disgust and worse with what he was being forced to do.
Instead, the expressions on most faces were lust and a sick eagerness to
replace John's cock with theirs!
	"See that?  See all those big dudes staring at your naked fat body,
a dick up your fat ass!"
	"Hey enough" Tony tried.
	"I'm a fat loser!" Sam wimpered "I deserve – "
	"I'll tell ya what you do and don't deserve" John reached around
and grabbed Sam's dick, too hard and throbbing for what was happening to
him "ya like this don't ya?  Ya like being fucked in front of all these
dudes, having your face shoved in some smelly ass, say it!"
	"Yeah... yeah... I'm a slimy little fuck..."
	"Fuck huh?" John lifted Sam's body upwards, straightening him up
until Sam's crotch was pressed against Bo's crotch.  Bo grunted and twisted
but he was going nowhere fast "ya think that puny little cock is – ya
think your man enough to fuck the biggest meanest hardest badass in the
whole room?" and just like that John pressed Sam's barely greased cock into
Bo's crack "ya think that cock can... oh yeah!" pulling his hand out of the
way once he felt that hard thick drumstick-headed cock bury itself in Bo's
hole.  Bo let out a muffled scream as he felt his hole invaded "fuck him!
Fuck his hole!"
	"That wasn't part of..." Steve of all people objecting.
	"It is now!" John was on a roll and not to be stopped "you!"
pointing at Juan "and you!" Tony next "this little dog's struggling too
much, I want his arms tied up!" which Juan did after arguing with several
other guys for a moment or two.  Juan was realizing he was already in too
deep to get on the wrong side of these guys.  His neck was in the noose and
the more he played ball, the greater his chances of surviving this night.
As for Tony he got pressed into John's side.  Between John wrapping his arm
around his waist, and Jim ganging up on him from the other side, Tony got
squeezed more and more.
	"Don't don't cum" Bo whispered at Sam.
	"Don't you fucking cum!" John barked at Sam drowning out Bo's
muttering.  But the kid was now squeezed tight between John's cock pressing
deeper and deeper into him, and his own crotch pressing flat against Bo's
rocking ass, his own cock buried as deep in an ass as he ever imagined "and
you better get ready.  Get that cock ready, no DON'T" as Jim then Tony
tried to pull away "way WAY too late for playing games muscleheads" John
tugged the front of Tony's shorts down "either get outa them or I tell the
guys to strip you too!" so Tony allowed John to pull his shorts down.  He
had no sooner stepped out of them, when he felt a lubed hand smearing his
cock from head to base over and over John jacked him until he had to let
himself chub then actually bone in record time.  Like watching Sam get
fucked and fuck Bo in the process did not get him halfway there already!
When he was totally greased and hard Tony felt John's arm directing him
directly behind him.
	"NO!" Jim yelled but did not move "that wasn't – you don't need
to..."
	"Tough shit.  You are gonna start learning to take orders!
Remember I'm the coach here, remember?"
	"Fuck... sweet..." Steve suddenly put the pieces together.  What he
walked into in Jim's garage, what had been going on between John and Tony
all was now crystal clear "Norton you better do what he says!  Or it's your
ass!"
	"But... no not in front of..."
	"Just because you the big stud got all the points" John's crotch
began a slow rocking into Sam's ass, serious butt-fucking for the whole
world to see "don't mean you don't listen to your coach.  Now that dick
gotta be ready for real ass-fucking!" John pressed all the way into Sam's
ass as a deep wail escaped from him.  John pulled Tony tight against his
back in the process.  When he felt Tony the Bone get caught in his crack,
his free hand directed the head right at his own hole "that dick gonna do
it" and John's arm around Tony's waist kept him in place as John made a
sudden lunge backwards, Tony's cockhead breaking through the ring "FUCK!"
	"NO!" Tony tried to pull out, but Jim and Steve were both there
crunched over his shoulders, pressing his hips forward.  John screamed as
he felt that cock slam another three inches into him and it was too much!
He slammed forward into Sam his complete weight on top of him.  Sam yelled
his lungs out as John's entire dick impaled him with no warning.  His
brother's cock was big but John's was a close second!  And worse was
despite all the pain, it felt like pure pleasure mixed with the pain.  But
all the torments came back to him then, all the efforts his brother made to
make him cum when he was being fucked.  Because once his brother got him to
shoot off under such horrible conditions, then John was forced to admit he
was a cum slimeball punching bag homo , because if he could actually cum
with a dick up his ass, then he had him!  And now Sam was as good as
wearing a sign on his forehead saying: busted homo slob!
	"Don't you cum don't you cum!" John chanted, short jabs into that
stretched loose hole and then he felt dangerous contractions squeezing his
head.  Sam squealed and was about to let his orgasm bust through the pain
when Bo bent forward.
	"Don't" he whispered "like I said before don't."
	"What?" Sam leaned forward until he was almost kissing that ugly
mug.
	"Don't cum... til last" Bo murmured so soft only Sam could here him
"you know how to hold it in, we both know how you learned – "
	"How you know – "
	"Hold out be the last dude cummin t'night, and I make it all worth
while" Bo hummed into his face "ALL worth while..."
	"Fuck fuck I'm cumming!" Sam lied, squeezing his ass tight around
John's cock, milking it like he had been trained to do.
	"DAMN damn damn damn you stud pup!  You shot your slime inside a
dude's ass!  You shot your jizz inside the biggest dog and now you owe me
big time!" pointing at the straps around Sam's wrists.  Juan and Steve got
him untied and slowly uncoupled from Bo's ass.  And there was Sam's cock
slimy with a combination of juices, telling the whole world how he felt
about being fucked in front of the whole room.  John slowly pulled himself
free of Tony's cock "coach you crazy thinking it's cool to fuck me when I'm
– you into that huh?  You into fuckin dudes in the ass?" switching
places with him, pressing his forward towards Bo's already slimed hole
"okay horndog who'll fuck anything do it!  Fuck that black ass!"
	"Nnngh... nngh..." Bo shook his head and protested but knew Tony's
cock was going into him next.  Tony reapplied some lube and approached Bo's
ass, stretched wide and open.
	"Never thought this would happen" and with Jim cheering him on,
with the whole room taking up the chant "Tony-the-Bone Tony-the-Bone" he
brought his thick hard cock to Bo's hole and pressed.  Once his cock felt
the slimy chute, thinking the youngest dumpiest kid had just taken this
hole, and now Tony was going to fuck this same hole lubed with the kid's
semen he pressed and pressed and his whole eight plus just slid right in.
He looked around the room, taking it all in.  There was John, still naked
and hard – John did not cum? But standing there with his shiny cock
sticking straight out, like some afterthought as he wheeled the camera over
to get a better view of Bo tied and hanging in the sling taking this huge
body-builder cock up his vulnerable exposed muscle ass.  And there was Jim
making no effort to hide himself jacking watching Tony fuck, like it was
the hottest thing in the world.  And Larry and Steve were also openly
jacking, then jacking each other totally enough to raise one or two
eyebrows.  And even Sam was back looking like he wanted seconds.  Only Juan
was off to the side looking nervous as shit!  Tony's cock was on
auto-pilot, sliding slowly and dramatically in and out of that thick ass,
while Tony's brain was trying to take it all in.  He knew how Juan had been
tricked into coming here tonight, how Bo had planned to get the two of them
alone and somehow trick Juan into fucking him in the ass with one ruse or
another.  And this whole crazy night was just a made to order special event
to get Bo's agenda.  He looked down at all those powerlifter thighs now
tied and bulging "ya like this don't ya?" Tony yanked that smelly singlet
gag from Bo's mouth "huh Mack?"
	"Fuck!" Bo gasped for air "get that outa my ass!"
	"Big fucking bodybuilder" Tony pulled out the way out, letting
everyone see the extent of his hardness, showing the whole world how much
cock was going into Bo's ass "feel that?" sliding it all the way back in
with one smooth long punch.
	"Fuck!  NO!" Bo's deep bass voice bellowed "I don't get fucked!  I
ain't no stud's pussy!"
	"Say what?" Tony pulled out again, rubbing his slimy cockhead from
Bo's jock-covered sac back around the hole without going in "your hole is
dripping with underage cum and you don't... want... this?" again that long
cut meat slammed itself deep inside Bo's gaping hole.
	"I ahh!  Damn I don't get fucked, I ain't that way!" Juan hearing
his words grunted back at him.
	"Guys, come closer, y'gotta see this!" Tony was so busy focusing on
his cock finally fucking a guy's hole with total abandon, he almost missed
the action happening in the pouch of Bo's jock "watch this!" he pulled the
pouch aside until Bo's balls spilled out, his thick uncut cock flopping
downwards as well "now watch what happens!" Tony began a slow steady
rocking with the full length of his cock, finding a hard resistance
somewhere deep inside Bo's rectum.  Whenever he hit that knob Bo's cock
gave a lurch "watch Mack's cock!" again and again Tony's cock rubbed and
jabbed deep into Bo's ass and each time Bo's cock lurched, until all that
jamming had the desired effect; Bo's cock flipped sideways and then it
started to swell.  First it thickened, the wrinkled veiny middle filling
out pumping full of blood, and then the wrinkled foreskin began stretching
in time to Tony's thrust, hardening and thickening until that cockhead had
filled the skin as much as it would take and then it poked out the opening,
a shiny purplish red head punching free.
	"Fuckin amazing!" Steve had seen this before but watching Bo tied
and unable to stop himself from getting hard while being pounded was
something else again.  Almost in tandem his own cock swelled and throbbed
in his own foreskin.
	"Fuck you ever seen anything like that?" Jim pulled free "Juan you
seeing this?"
	"Wow" even Juan's cock was responding to the sight.  Because
arching upwards from Bo's crotch, a good five inches past his navel was the
biggest thickest cock anyone had seen.  By the time Bo's cock had been
pumped full of blood by Tony's steady fucking, it was wrist-thick and close
to thirteen inches of throbbing slimy red meat.
	"What's up with this?" Tony grabbed the shaft, barely getting his
fingers around the base "you throwing this huge rod and you don't get
fucked?"
	"Don't, no, don't, get that outa my ass!" but Bo's growling had
become more moaning and less protest.
	"Dude your dick sure as fuck wants this!" Tony sped up his fucking,
feeling himself getting closer and closer.  The harder and faster his
thrusts got, the more everyone could see the end of Bo's cock start some
serious drooling in time to that constant pointing "oh fuck oh fuck..."
squeezing his eyes closed, starting the serious business of holding back
the inevitable "that cum in your ass is gonna get a second shot real soon.
You want that?  You want muscle cum up that ass?"
	"Fuck fuck fuck!" Bo was past the point of protesting.  His
response to the pounding was now blatantly clear.
	"I don't think I can hold this much longer" Tony's hips were
flexing like crazy, every muscle now tight and popping, those ab muscles
getting a visibly amazing workout.  And those glutes were standing out in
high relief, each cord in perfect striation.
	"I want a copy of this!" Jim dashed over to his pants, then found
his gymbag.  He pulled free his cellphone almost causing a panic "oh quit
your bitching.  There's a goddamn CAMCORDER there!"
	"But but..." Juan was backing up fast.
	"Not you... YOU!" pointing at Tony.
	"No please Jim, not like this!"
	"Yeah just like this" and before Tony could pull free, he heard a
click from Jim's phone "okay double biceps pose!  Do it!"
	"Damn... fuck..." the brief panic had pulled him back from the
brink of orgasm.  But seeing how turned on his arch-rival was watching this
was like a drug for Tony.  He struck a double biceps pose with his cock
buried in a muscle ass and heard Jim's phone go crazy, click click click!
Knowing Jim was that crazy turned on, seeing how hard and eager he was to
see Tony like this, big straight muscle-bound Jim Larson admitting to the
world he was hot for Tony's body, for Tony's cock as Jim took several close
up pictures of Tony's cock plunging in and out of Bo's spread ass.  Tony
knew this was the hottest thing he ever did as he pulled his cock free of
that ass and faced Jim's cell phone, his arms flexed and chest puffed out,
his cock hard and red and shiny with lube and worse, showing big and hard
jutting out from his shaved pubes displayed to the maximum like the
ultimate muscle display and then he just let go!  His cock flexed and
swelled and the first shot of cum exploded out of him, click, click, click!
Jim managed to capture shot after shot of Tony's cock cumming hands-free,
his body pumped to the max.  As much as he hated that Jim now serious dirt
on him, yet knowing Jim admitting this was the hottest thing he ever
witnessed made up for it.
	The two of them were so busy perving on each other, they hardly
noticed John, still harder than shit and turned on to the point of
hyperventilating, was now behind them on his knees sucking Steve!  Not that
Steve needed any more stimulus to get his cock harder but when John dropped
down in front of him, Steve knew letting the kid suck his cock was one of
the high points of his young life.  And the way the kid made sure that cock
ring was tight around his shaved balls and hard cock, the way his tongue
was all over it like Steve needed more encouragement was too much for him.
Feeling his overly-stretched cock in that hot mouth was something like he
could live with on a permanent basis.  But as soon as Tony's muscle
exhibition caused him to shoot off, John's mouth was off Steve's cock and
all but pushing him towards Bo's undefended ass.
	"I wanna see this so bad" John groaned, so hard it hurt and again
his hands all over Steve's body "do it.  Show me how a big straight
football stud fucks!"
	Steve almost had to chuckle hearing himself called straight.  But
he knew the kid idolized him, seeing him as this big sports jock.  So if
that was his fantasy, so be it.
	"Okay Bo, Norton here has a big cock... but..." easing his
spit-shined cock towards that twitching hole "this is what y'been begging
for since... since you had me and Jim here playing kid games, huh?" and
Steve thrust forward, his cock entering that hot hole all over again.  He
remembered that night it was him and that Stan kid, uncut dick filling the
room.  But this time the games were real, his cock was real and the way
Bo's cock pumped thick every time a cock hit his nut was even more real.
Steve's first reaction was to wrap a grease-covered fist around that giant
pole and bring him off, but then Steve's cock filled in the missing pieces
to the puzzle "yeah feel my thick uncut meat in you?"
	"Fuck fuck yeah!" Bo' eyes were rolled back in his head, his arms
and legs tied and unable to stop or assist his ass being violated.
	"All these dudes y'get here..." Steve's cock doing the talking
"night after night you bring dudes here, uncut the better, right Bo?"
	"Fuck... fuck... yeah..."
	"All of this exercise shit..." Steve now glad he had been dropping
load after load all night.  It felt like his cock and Bo's ass could be
joined on a permanent basis.  That night with Stan had been a warm-up; but
this was the main event "the camcorder, the exercise equipment, this whole
damn room!"
	"Yeah... yeah... fuck..." Bo did not need to look at his cock to
know how full it was.  He could feel every lunge of Steve's cock hitting
him right in the prostate, and that was making the juice boil and his cock
so hard it could explode any minute.  He knew the way he was leaking
pre-cum was telling the world tied in this sling taking cock after cock up
his ass was what all of this had been about from the start "oh fuck... I'm
gonna I'm close..."
	"Close!  To!  What?" each thrust of Steve's cock had the desired
effect "the giant muscle-bound stud gets off with cock in his ass, huh?"
now Steve started repeating Tony's trick of pulling totally free and then
slamming his cock to the hilt "Punch!  Fuck!  I!  Call!  THIS!"  each
thrust harder and faster.  The grunts and gasps coming from Bo only told
the room he was on the edge of blowing his nuts "come here!"
	"Huh?" Juan realized his number was up "me?"
	"Yeah, it's time Bo get the Big Kielbasa!" Steve knew he could hog
the action for hours but as much as he wanted to blow a long drawn-out load
deep into that hot ass, there were more important things to happen now "huh
Bo?  Tell the whole room!  Tell Juan here this is why you brought him here
tonight!"
	"No, it's cool guys..." Juan looked around the room, still fearing
everyone turning on him "I don't have to."
	"Tell him Bo!"
	"Fuck... Juan... do it!" Bo lowered his voice "remember, before?
How it felt when..."
	"Yeah... shit... I remember..."
	"Beg for it Bo!" Steve's slamming became more and more violent "beg
Juan to fuck your ass!"
	"Fuck me!"  Bo grunted each time Steve punch-fucked him "y'may
never get the chance again" Bo lied "y'always wanted to feel it!  Your cock
was always too big for them..."
	"Fuck no kidding!"
	"Fuck fuck I'm gonna..." Bo was writhing and flexing now, his
gargantuan frame all but breaking the sling with each spasm.  Just like
that Steve pulled free.
	"Ya want something back in here?" running his fingers around the
gaping hole "or not?  Beg for it!  Beg for Juan's monster cock!  Just
imagine how that ring in his cock will feel rubbing against your nut!"
Steve's hands massaging and yanking Bo's giant bull balls until Bo was
writhing in agony "Beg for it!"
	"Fuck me fuck me!" Bo twisted and yanked to get away from that hand
torturing his balls.
	"And and and?" Steve kept up a steady tugging, keeping Bo from
exploding his load.
	"Third... third drawer" Bo gasped "blue box..."
	"Huh?  What's that?" Tony feared something escaped his scrutiny
before.  He was over there fast.  He returned with the mysterious blue box.
And a few more toys in the process "see if this fits that equipment of
yours" handing Juan a complex metal-and-leather cock-and-ball harness.
	"Guys, c'mon, really, this ain't a good..."
	"It's a whole lot better than the alternative" Jim gave him a hard
look "I don't gotta spell it out do I, Juan?"
	"Fuck... don't know how I walked into this mess" and he took the
tangled mess from Tony.
	"Lose the shorts and anything underneath" Steve stood stroking his
cock still shiny from Bo's ass, rubbing just the head against Bo's crack to
keep them both buzzing "we all paid to see that thing at full glory!"
	"Let me" Sam came forward "don't forget this is still my penalty."
	"Sam no!" John panicked "you can't – "
	"Even if I tried" Sam smirked "but that don't mean I don't get to
touch it.  Huh Juan?  You ever had a kid like me play with your junk?" but
Juan was too shocked to speak.  Much less admit he had.  When he was ten,
maybe.  He stood there as Sam tugged down his shorts and boxers and with
some coaxing stepped out of them.  He was as shriveled as his now eight
inches of meat could get, even his turkey eggs pulled up and tight.
Somehow Sam knew enough to lube his hand and grease those huge balls and
cock and get two of the metal rings around Juan's cock before it responded.
Then each ball went into its separate ring and the whole thing clicked
together with the leather snaps.  When Sam was finished Juan's equipment
was encased and displayed like something only seen in porno movies.
	"I don't know what this is" Tony handed the blue box to Juan "maybe
you..."
	"Holy shit!" Juan swore "I heard about these things" taking it out
of the box.
	"What the fuck is that?" Tony came closer "don't tell me..."
	"Wow Bo" Juan held it up "y'can't be serious?"
	"Do it jus do it... Bo was lying there, juice still dripping from
his crotch, but his cock showing no signs of losing its hardness as Steve's
cock continued the teasing and rubbing.
	"This will kill you!  I can't" Juan lied.  What he was afraid of
was how it might feel.  He had heard about these things, even seen one in a
sex store but was too scared to draw anyone's attention to it.  And admit
his cock was pierced by doing so.  So he walked away from it, but it was
always there in the back of his mind.  And now here he was holding one.
And not just one but the biggest size he had ever seen, twice the size of
the one in the store.  But did he have the reckless stupidity to do this?
In a room full of over-sexed cops on top of it? "no really, it's too much."
	"Bo says do it" Tony had to see it to believe it "and we say do it.
Like my partners say y'don't wanna think about the alternative."
	"This is not why I came here tonight" he lied "just so you know"
and Juan did it.  He gave it to his sexual curiosity ignoring the
consequences.  Before anyone said another word he gave the metal device to
Sam.  Before anyone said anything two free fingers were unscrewing the
metal ball on his price albert.  Once it was free of the hole Sam offered
it back to him,
	"Fourteen gauge?"
	"Yeah, how'd you know?" but Sam only shrugged, feeling John's eyes
burning into him.
	Juan lifted the device up, seeing how it was assembled.  On this
one, instead of a small ball, there was a large flattened egg shaped
attachment which clicked free of the tube once Juan found the small button.
He threaded the tube through his piercing then reattached the egg part, so
it was pressed tight against the crease beneath the ridge.  When he
realized he attached it backwards he re-clicked it into place, then felt
how the elongated prong protruding from one end pressed right into his
urethral opening.
	"This is gonna hurt Bo" Juan felt his cock responding to the straps
and the rings, and now actually wearing one of these contraptions was a
dream come true.  So when Sam started rubbing his lubed hand all over
Juan's balls and thickening hardening cock, Juan was past the point of
caring how it looked to a roomful of cops.  He tested the end, where it
went inside his piss-slit as he edged it towards Bo's hole "I'm not sure
if..." but if Bo didn't somehow swing himself forwards until a good inch of
the end of Juan's cock, attachment and all had pressed through the ring.
Bo screamed and yelled but once Juan felt that hot flesh tighten around the
head of his cock it was all over "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" and that giant
cock, its size rivaling Bo's cock right in front of it, started a slow
rocking motion, inch by inch going deeper each time.  By then everyone had
formed a close circle wanting to see this actually happen.  To see this
wrist-thick cock stretch Bo's asshole to the breaking point.  And it just
keep sliding in deeper and deeper until Bo groaned and spasmed, his cock
burping a thick dollop of something more milky than clear.
	"Shit almost forgot" and it was Jim this time running the camera,
even taking it off the stand so he could bring it in as close as he could.
	"Speaking of forgetting" Tony went back to that blue box, fishing
out a small plastic box with several buttons on it "guess this turns it –
"
	A loud scream came from both Juan and Bo as the metal device
whirred to life.  Because embedded in the protruding egg-shaped attachment
was a powerful motor, so loud the whole room could hear it whining and
buzzing deep inside Bo's butt.  Once Juan felt his dick vibrating like
crazy he was a madman, and just started plunging his cock fifteen inches
deep inside Bo's stretched ass, knowing even that would not make the
sensations stop.  And Bo bucked and thrashed around both from the huge
monster impaling his ass as well as that device buzzing and torturing his
prostate enough to make him lose it.
	"Bo are you okay?  Should we make Juan stop?" John was scared never
seeing anything like it.  Never imagining such torture would be willingly
endured.  Much less requested.  But Bo was screaming and thrashing in no
position to form words.
	The two of them were locked in a crazy fucking, the sling now
swinging violently as Juan smashed the full length of his now fully
engorged cock again and again deep into Bo's trapped ass, sending the sling
back and forth a good foot or two each time, sometimes pulled back far
enough to show that scary metal device still clamped to his cock and
buzzing like crazy.
	"Okay there's this button too" Tony was jacking himself, jacking
John, jacking anyone in reach as he touched the red button next.  Now the
sound coming from inside Bo went oscillating wildly first low then high,
fast then slow and that was it.  Juan's hips bucked into Bo, a madman
getting his first serious fuck, his hips out of control again and again
slamming that giant cock deep into Bo's shiny black butt, each thrust of
that ten plus inches of fat meat hitting that vibrating intrusion with the
swollen end of his cock again and again.  Each time he thrust deep Bo's
cock swelled to its maximum size over and over, his piss-slit splayed wide
burping time and time again with each thrust and then it happened: without
anything coming near it Bo's cock swelled stretching the skin to the
breaking point and with a deep gasp from Bo's chest he started exploding
huge thick shots of cum hitting his chin his chest over his shoulder then
all over the room, again and again he shot off like two months worth of cum
finally unleashed from some hidden bottomless reservoir.  The way Juan
began screaming could only mean Bo's spasms were sending him over the edge
as well, gripping that fat cock in a gut-wrenching orgasm, his cock
unloading in a huge way, the combination causing Juan to flood Bo's colon
with all the cum he had been saving for longer than he wanted to admit.
	The sound of Juan's orgasm echoed throughout the room, throughout
the entire building.  Tony snapped out of his haze, realizing he was
standing there opening jacking himself, jacking John, jacking anyone and
everyone within reach.  He came to his senses with a loud thunderclap,
hearing Juan's screams still bouncing off the ceiling like air-raid sirens,
expecting that Steve guy to come roaring out of his office and bust up the
action then and there.  When nothing happened to break the still charged
mood, Tony signaled Jim and the two of them began the messy job of getting
Bo out of the sling and back on his feet.
	The big guy had no sooner gotten his balance than he found Steve
trying to stretch a towel around his thick middle, talking to John in
hushed voices,
	"You!"
	"Me?" John took a step forward to shield Steve.
	"You!" pointing at the bigger of the two "and yer partner Larry.
Where's that boy?"
	"Here" Larry finished another water bottle, tossing it into the can
"what?"
	"Just because I been... hmm busy..." drawling out the word while
rubbing himself down with the least dirty towel he could find "don't think
I been forgettin..."
	"C'mon!" Tony cut off Jim who was about to object as well "you
can't be suggesting!  Bo!  You're dripping sweat you can barely catch your
breath!  Don't you think – "
	"Bo's house, Bo's rules!" he was back in master sergeant mode in a
big way "jus cause I jus took cocks up my ass don't think for one second!"
his voice growing louder and deeper "one!  Second!  Don't think any of you
punks is off the hook!  You!" seeing Larry cringing off to the side.
	"Huh?"
	"Time t'pay the piper!"
	"No wait!" Steve cut in "I'll do it.  I'll pick!"
	"Steve no!" Jim was back in his shorts for no reason whatsoever
"y'know this is all rigged!"
	"Hey!" Bo wheeled on him.
	"All the more reason!" Steve grabbed Larry's furry shoulder "I know
what's on your list already – "
	"Huh?  How?"
	"Cause I know great minds" chuckling "think alike" looking at Bo
"and after that display of some... SOME of the toys in Bo's fun house I
know to stay far away from your list" looking at Tony "sorry Tony the Bone,
just got a feeling your list would be too..."
	"Too what?" Tony looked a bit pissed and disappointed "too nasty?"
	"Nope" Steve looked at Jim, then Larry "just the opposite.
Especially after that!" pointing at the sling still hanging there, greasy
and ominous "you!" nailing Sam in his gaze.
	"W-w-what me?"
	"Yeah you" Steve narrowed his eyes "I thought your friend there"
thumbing at John "was the loose cannon needing disarming.  But it looks
like the whole pack of you guys are ALL in need of some
serious... hmm... adult supervision" the slightest chuckle escaped from his
bare chest "so young pup... puppy dog, huh?  Okay puppy dog, what's it
gonna be?  Bo?"
	"You know this one ain't – "
	"None of them are innocent" Steve waited, feeling the noose already
around his neck "we ain't, they ain't" seeing Juan next "especially you.
This whole town's got its innocence ripped right out of its butt in a big
way.  So Bo read it!"
	"Y'gotta" Bo handed him the sheet of paper.
	"So what'd the little – holy shit!" Steve's face curdled visibly
"what?  What the fuck this – "
	"Just read it Steve-O."
	"The innocent little kid our resident hangman wrote: twenty minutes
no holes barred all shoot" glaring at the kid looking like he was fourteen
going on forty!  The underage kid was giving everyone free rein to do it
all, and that meant Steve and Larry could possibly be on the receiving end
of every cock in the room!  And Steve had just stepped into it up to his
waist, like he was eager to get gang-raped!  He tried backing away,
shooting panicked looks at Larry who just lowered his head.
	"Wha this shit mean: no holes barred?" Bo looked at his tiny tub of
dynamite of a partner.
	"We all turn it loose!  Everybody's anybody's kink starting with"
Sam could not believe he manipulated all these big dudes into performing
one of his most hidden and hottest sex fantasies "you!" pointing at Jim
first, of course.
	"Tie their hands!" Jim wasted no time calling the kid's bluff "for
starters."
	"Jimbo!" Steve was shocked.  And turned on more.  As much as he
wanted to bring things to a climax – as it were – he could not see Bo
letting all hell break loose.  And an out-of-control rape scene was not in
Bo's agenda, Steve was hoping.  Remembering he had to look these guys in
the eye when they all returned to work next week!  And they had to do the
same with him.
	"Not like that" grabbing the leather restraint from Sam's eager
little hands "this is how you do it" Jim yanked Steve's hands behind him
and tied his wrists together.
	"C'mon Jimbo you don't gotta – OWW!" as those thick stiff arms
were pinned behind him.  Steve tried to struggle and would have sent Jim
flying but he was torn.  He thought what he had already done, all the skin
and worse he had already exposed, was more than he felt he could repair.
But if that part of his brain that actually wanted to be tied down by Jim
had not been growing stronger and stronger like a tiger set free from its
cage, then he could have won this last battle.  Instead he bellowed and
struggled but finally the leather cords were secured around his wrists and
then to another strap looped up through that evil hook in the ceiling.
When he was finished a naked Steve was bent in half with his arms twisted
back and upwards, an awkward and very painful angle just as Jim designed.
	"You!" Sam nailed Larry trying to look inconspicuous sitting on the
weight bench "you too."
	"Huh?" Larry looked to Steve for support but he was trussed facing
away from him "c'mon guys enough's enough" as he was steered over next to
Steve struggling to find a less painful – and less vulnerable –
angle.  Up to this point the young stud had managed to dodge most of the
damage, almost hoping the group was giving him a wide pass now that all
knew he was guy most into this male sex shit to begin with.  And having
Tony's hard gazes at him all night only added to his reservation.  Even
when he and Steve did their jack-off fantasy for Tony's horned benefit,
Larry got the impression Tony was more concerned with the humiliating
aspect than anything else.  Larry almost laughed when he remembered the
fear of throwing hardons in front of these guys not that long ago, knowing
they would pick up its implications lightning fast.  And now here was
everyone getting into shit he never dared imagine.  But for all his lusting
after all that male flesh, he hated admitting messing around with Tony's
son was the most sexual thing he had ever done.  The scene sucking off Jim
and then performing more than kinky things with Steve – big sweaty meaty
Steve – all happened faster than his short-circuiting brain could
process it.  And then Bo whispering to him about delaying his orgasm to the
bitter end in exchange for... what?  Larry had never felt more like a
punching bag before, cranked up cooled down over and over, all leading up
to this.  So when he saw Sam pick up Bo's sling from the floor he panicked
"no c'mon!  Guys, just like you – "
	"We what, guys?" Sam barked, looking around for those ropes from
earlier.
	"No, I got a better idea" Tony came up to the two struggling with
the ropes "okay Lar, here's the deal.  We let you pick.  Either the sling
or you get tied like Big Steve there, but it's the same deal anyway.  The
hottest part is we see you like... um... a eager voluntary participant for
this, got it?"
	"Participant?  In what?" but he knew he was totally screwed.  He
knew what was coming and having to volunteer made it even worse.
	"In anything and everything..." giving Sam such a look.  Of both
alarm and admiration "ain't that right?"
	"Twenty minutes starts now!" Sam grabbed Larry's head and yanked it
downwards until it was buried in his underage crotch.  All of Tony's
twisting and yanking his arms backwards did not prevent Sam's cock and
Larry's mouth from finding each other like the clock was already
ticking. Like it was.  Before Sam even got a choppy beginner's rhythm going
Larry was tied to that same ceiling hook, facing the opposite direction
from Steve, feeling something greasy between his exposed furry asscheeks
before he even took it all in.  Having to suck on that hard stubby knob was
humiliating enough.  Getting hard doing it was worse.  And feeling Tony
begin to grease his butt and knowing what was coming next – and his cock
throbbed even harder in anticipation – well that just piled horror on
horror.
	"Beg me Bearbreath, tell the whole world y'want this" Jim left
Larry struggling between Sam and Tony and came behind Steve, knocking his
feet apart.  Everyone knew if this did not happen the whole evening would
almost be anti-climatic "say it Steve-O, say the word!"
	"Fuck!" Steve gasped and lurched forward, feeling Jim's fingers
push his thick linebacker cheeks apart and with no preliminary warning
invade his already greased hole "fuck... fuck... fuck... me."
	"We gonna talk about this" letting Steve know what "this" meant.
Jim's fingers stretched that hole trying to remember anything happening so
far that would have explained how it already got lubed "why `this' is..."
	"Just do it Larson!" and before anyone could register what was
happening Jim replaced his fingers with his cock, hoping no one was paying
too much attention why his cock was now in a permanent state of hardness.
He felt that ring tighten and then relax once the swollen head popped past
the resistance.  Steve was too far gone to even bother making a show of
protest and outrage.  Even when Jim gave the full length a hard deep thrust
Steve just groaned and tugged at his restraints, his thick arms twisted and
flexing thick with the unnatural angle, made worse by being so muscle-bound
in his shoulders and arms.  And then John and Sam caught each other staring
at the same thing.
	"Fuck..."
	"C'mon Sommers, he's not gonna bite it off.  Your big football hero
right where you always wanted him he ain't in no position to refuse!  Do
it!" pointing at Steve's mouth hanging open, each thrust from Jim's cock
rocking him forward and backward as far as that cord would allow.
	"Let's get that battering ram good and..." Tony's eyes were
bouncing all over the action, but returning most to Jim's rod tearing up
Steve's ass and John's thick cock already chubbing big time.  Tony
continued to rub lube up and down Larry's crack, paying a lot of attention
to those unshaved balls, massaging and yanking back and forth until Larry
was yelping and gasping with each change of tactic.  When Tony felt the
rookie was good and tenderized he made sure Sam watch him put more lube on
his own cock stroking it more for vanity than needing to get it any harder,
noting whose eyes returned again and again to his hard abs and harder cock.
He used his other greasy hand to grab John by the butt twisting him next to
his hard glute, and facing Steve.  He rubbed that hand up and down John's
pecs and belly, and like clockwork John's dick responded and then some
before his hand rubbed down to John's shaved crotch.  As Tony pressed his
own cock between Larry's defenseless butt cheeks he grabbed John's now
rock-hard tube, skinning it back exposing the head "Sam, don't you want to
see your bud here get this big cock sucked by the big football stud?"
	"Oh man, fuck yeah" Sam was pumping into Larry's mouth, his hands
tugging at his ears for good measure.  As soon as he saw John's hardon
disappear down Steve's throat he knew he could blow any second "partner!
Bo!"
	"Huh?" Bo came from behind the camera "who me?"
	"Yeah you!" Sam pulled free catching his breath, seeing Larry also
gasping for air.  For having such a small cock it was sure doing a
man-sized job of gagging that fuzzy stud.  But it seemed like this was the
ultimate trial for Sam, like his final exam to see if he could stand there
and get sucked off by this blond fuzzball of a cop and not give in to
letting his balls empty in that willing mouth.  Because up to tonight
nobody had ever sucked him.  Ever.  So he looked down at his misshapen cock
gagging the dude.  He closed his eyes and slowed the dangerous pace, trying
to remember all the horrible things he had suffered to get to this point.
All the beatings and fuckings from his brother – NO!  Shit that was
close.  He pulled out and rubbed his slimy tool all over the guy's face.
And damn, if that guy didn't twist his head and lunge for him cock again!
So it became a contest between Sam's cock and Larry's mouth, Larry trying
to suck his but good, and Sam trying to do everything he could not to let
Larry get his nut.  When he started to feel Larry was winning Sam yelled
"get over here big guy!"
	Bo sauntered over to them, pressing between Jim's slowing hips and
Sam holding onto Larry's shoulders "whuzzup, pup?"
	"Check this out Sommers..." Sam pulled away from that gasping
mouth, his crotch next to Bo's now without any thoughts about touching that
black meat openly.  He rubbed his hands all over those purplish balls, and
then up and down that still tacky tube.  He brought their two cock heads
together and pulled Bo's foreskin until it was covering his own cock almost
half-way to the root "ain't this too freakin awesome?  Bo, y'don't mind?"
	"Shit boy it look like you ain't got no thoughts about touching my
black meat openly" seeing Sam's shocked recognition of his own dark
thoughts "knock yourself out pup" Bo enjoyed having the young kid play with
his dick, and secretly enjoyed having him figure out how their two
mismatched cocks could fit together "but don't let it happen" lowering his
voice more "don't show the whole world what a sick fuckin homo you are"
quoting Sam's brother exactly.  Sam freaked and yanked away fast, banging
his butt into John as he did.  John only pushed his cock back into Steve's
mouth, pushing Sam back into Bo's grasp in the process.  It was enough to
bring the electric shocks back to those two, but not enough to get Bo so
completely boned there would be no room for Sam's dick under his skin.  He
tugged their two mismatched cocks together and brought the joined package
towards Larry's face just as Larry let out a loud scream!  They looked over
just as Tony's well-oiled machine finally found its way into Larry's ass,
the head popping through the clenched ring with a loud wet plop!
	"Fuck!  NO!" Larry screamed as he felt his ass being ripped open.
	"Hurts don't it?  Hurts!  Like!  HELL!" giving it a hard shove as
another two inches were rammed into that hot ass.
	"Ahhhgghhh!" Larry gasped.
	"Hurts like when you fucked my kid?  HUH?" slamming again harder
this time.
	"NO!" Larry gasped.
	"No what?" Tony leaned and flexed, his cock sliding back out until
the head just rested at the bruised hole.
	"No... damn!  Tony no!" Larry feared this would happen sooner or
later, someone would fuck him in the ass with all his coworkers watching,
branding him for good.  Having it come from a vengeful Tony only made it
worse.
	"No what Jensmull?" teasing the hole with the head as it slid back
in enough for Larry to flinch and buck forward.
	"I never – not Rich – I never..."
	"Never what Lar?" slamming it half-way home.
	"UGGH!  Stop!" Larry was sweating and gasping for air, his entire
body beet red and spasming against the restraints.  Getting fucked was one
thing; getting raped by Rich's dad was so much worse.
	"Never what?"
	"I never never did Rich..."
	"What?"
	"He... did..." lowering his voice, hoping only Tony could hear him
"he fucked me..."
	"What?  I didn't hear that!" Tony slid it all the way out and with
one brutal shove buried his sausage balls deep into Larry's ass.
	"AHGGHH! No!!!!!!"
	"Say it Lar!  Tell all these guys again!  Or this dick's gonna rip
you in two!"
	"Stop!  Stop!  You're killing me!  Okay okay" feeling the log
sliding half-way out his ass "I never fucked him, he fucked me okay?  I let
him – I mean I lost, okay?  His penalty – my penalty was to take his
cock okay?"
	"You lying Jensmull?" his battering ram rubbed tiny ominous circles
around his greased ring.
	"No!  No!  I'm dead serious!"
	"Hear that guys?" Tony grabbed Larry's balls and held them for
ranson "Larry wanted my kid's cock up his ass! Right?"
	"Yeah yeah, okay?  I lost and he took my ass!"
	"Then taking his dad's cock should not be a problem now, should
it?" and Tony began a slow relentless fucking into that same hole his son
had fucked.  What had been anger and resentment five seconds ago quickly
turned to lust and crazy desire as Tony watched his cock brutalize Larry,
imagining he was watching Rich do this.  When he somehow went from watching
Rich fucking Larry to Rich fucking him, Tony lost it.  He grabbed Larry's
muscled butt and jabbed as deep and hard as he could while trying not to
pass out, the thought of his own butt on the receiving end of his son's
muscle cock.  The thought grew and grew until it took on a life of its own
until he lost track of what names he was calling out as something like a
tornado of an orgasm picked him up, spun him around, and tossed him on his
ass before everything went black.
	Bo looked up from Sam's cock buried under his greased foreskin
towards Juan who gave every impression he was content just watching the
growing chaos around him.  That was until Bo nudged Sam out of the way and
pointed at Larry's face, red and dripping sweat and spit.  The baggy print
boxers covering Juan's weapon seemed almost ridiculous at that point.
	"I already..." Juan lowered his gaze, like this confession would
damn him but good "y'know... um... came..."
	"Like y'can't cum again?" Bo growled.
	"And again!" from Sam just as eager to see Juan get nasty again as
he was using Bo's foreskin as a jack-off sleeve "how many times you – "
	"We're gonna find out right here right now" Bo eased him at first
gently then with enough force to get Juan's fly in front of Larry's face
"either y'do it or I'm gonna."
	"Sorry dude" Juan's horniness just did not want to go away.
Luckily he was not wearing the piercing lest the yelling start up again.
But when he opened the fly of his boxers and let the beast loose, he did
not think anyone was going to give him shit ever again.  Somehow he landed
in the House of Dick tonight.  And although it would not have been his
first destination choice, it was turning out to be something like a game
changer.  He flopped his hose into Larry's face and there was Bo's hand
doing the honor of tugging it and massaging it into Larry's gaping mouth.
Once that hot tongue made contact with the sensitive skinned head Juan
threw his head back and let them all do the work.  Even though no one, not
even Bo could take the whole thing down their throat, this Larry guy was
too punched out to resist Juan's steady thrusts.  Once Larry's mouth got
stretched once or twice too hard for comfort, Tony knew it was time to go
for sloppy seconds, like his cock still would not go down!  Like somehow it
got stuck in the "on" switch.  He got a solid hold on those sweaty
asscheeks and started a slimy slide back into that hole, not expecting it
to have the effect it did.  Once he was buried pubes-deep he just stood
there watching that monster dick put Larry's jaw out of joint.  And that
was enough for him to let his imagination run wild all over again.  His
cock somehow never got soft but only seemed to keep getting bigger and
harder.
	"Don't think the big guy's gonna be runnin for help anytime soon"
Bo pried John loose from Steve's mouth and before anyone dared to argue
untied him from the hook, loosening his wrist bindings in the process.
Once Steve rubbed the circulation back into his hands he reached behind
himself and found Jim's dick easing out of his ass,
	"Unfinished business Skinbo" lubing it all over again, and starting
to rub life back into his own cock as well.  When Bo's hand knocked his
hand away from his cock, Steve made a protest.  That is until Bo swung
around and bent his own ass towards Steve's front.
	"Go on Bearbreath" Jim hissed down at him "he's all but begging for
you to do him."
	"But..."
	"Do it" Jim whispered "you got your dick buried deep in the
goliath's ass and I'm right behind ya for support" chuckling wickedly.
	"Fuck..." Steve and Bo's hands both guided his rubbery hard cock
between Bo's huge muscled glutes and before Steve could adjust felt his
head slide into that greased cum-filled hole with no resistance "damn..."
the hot flesh engulfing his sensitive head and then tightening around the
entire length "shit... fuck..."
	"Like that Studbreath?" Jim bent over Steve's back "want the rest?"
sliding his ever-hard up and down his crack "front and back?  Just say the
word."
	"Do it Stud-bo!  Do UGGH!" as Jim slammed his cock back inside
Steve's sore hole.  Now Steve was sandwiched between two of the biggest
meanest dudes in the room and nothing felt better than that.  As soon as
everyone found their footing Bo waved John back towards his group.
	"Don't think I forgot bout you stud pup" and Bo's mouth replaced
Steve's on John red and raw hard.
	And that did it for Tony.  Seeing Steve fucking the big Mack truck
while taking Jim's cock all the way to the root was too much for him and he
grabbed Larry by the dick.
	"You want this?  You want my jism up your butt?  For the second
time?  You wanna feel how many times you can pull the load outa me Ri-I
mean Larry"
	"Damn Tony" Larry caught the slip but then felt that cock hitting
his buzzing spot inside him again.  Now that the shock and the pain were
fading into the background, the need to cum was front and center.  He
grabbed those overly muscled butt muscles and pulled him deeper into him
speeding up the slamming into his wet ass "fuck fuck" Larry groaned around
that tube in his throat as he felt that lubed hand on his cock and knew he
could not do this, he could not hold his orgasm much longer"ugh ugh don't
stop!"
	"Fuck y'better hurry cause I can't hold it much longer" as Juan
pulled away to watch this.  Tony's hand tightened around Larry's trapped
cock and then Juan felt it.  His cock was barely back in that mouth when
Tony gave a final gasp and a series of lunges long and deep into Larry's
ass as every muscle is his body flexed and quivered, holding his pose as he
flooded Larry's bowels with his second load, Larry's butt clenching over
and over as he felt his balls start to explode –
	"No!" Bo twisted around and with a fast thrust impaled himself on
Steve's cock once again.  As soon as their two bodies were glued tight,
Jim's cock found Steve's stretched hole and claimed it all over again.  The
three formed a tight pile barely moving, just a slow short rocking against
each other.  Once Bo got his balance and rhythm going he stretched out and
grabbed Larry's cock, knocking Tony's hand away in the process.  But Tony
was so far gone he did not care, his cock emptying into his son's hole and
still it gave no sign of losing its hard.  He caught Juan's shocked
expression.  He responded by reaching up and grabbing those thick round
nipples.
	"Oh oh uh!" Juan never felt anyone play with his nipples like this.
And never when someone was trying to swallow his cock at the same time "oh
uh no no stop!"
	"Make him cum!" Bo had one hand on Larry's cock, the other between
his own legs milking himself closer and closer to another more extreme
orgasm.  And with his cum emptying into Larry spasming and writhing beneath
him if Tony didn't lean forward and pull that ringed nipple into his mouth!
With all his co-workers watching he pulled that barrel chest towards him
and started running his tongue around that pierced nub.  Juan groaned and
thrust his crotch into Larry's face gagging him as Tony pulled his slimed
cock from that tortured ass, his long cut meat still as hard as ever.
	"Only one dirty dog big enough for that" Bo freed himself from
Steve's cock with a loud wet pop and swung around until his shiny butt was
next to Larry's red contorted face "you chose.  Like he could take half
that monster down his throat if he tried.  Him mouth or my ass, whazit
gonna be?"
	"You don't I mean..." Juan eased it out of Larry's mouth.  But as
much that fuck before was a total game changer for him, a part of him
wanted to feel simple flesh on flesh, no machines no forced torture
just... and with little preliminary niceties Juan stabbed Bo with all
eleven-plus inches or monster dick.  Bo yelled then bellowed then moaned in
total surrender of pure ecstacy.
	John could see Steve's dick had just been up an ass for crissakes
but that did not stop him from pushing Steve into a more upright position,
Jim's cock still pounding away at his backside as John crouched down and
took that big uncut slab into his mouth all over again.  It smelled and
tasted no worse than anything he had done all night so he set himself to
seeing if he could make the big lug cum before he shot his own load all
over the floor.  Because if he could pull a third load from his cock with
this slimy cock in his mouth – or even better with his mouth full of
jizz – then he would know for sure dudes were his things, no ifs ands or
butts!
	Bo opened his blurry eyes and saw everyone either fucking or
getting fucked, sucking or getting sucked and he knew this game was in the
final inning.  Everyone was on their role – then he saw Sam standing
there rubbing first Tony then Larry looking a bit left out.  Bo looked
around the room, almost seeing the cum haze hanging in the air, realizing
the last card was ready to be played.  He caught Sam's eye.  Once Sam
returned the look, Bo nodded at Larry.  And then a firmer nod at Larry's
butt,
	"Do it.  It's time."
	"Fuck, furreal?" Sam went over to Tony and pointed at Larry's
restraints.  Tony got the picture fast and the two of them untied Larry as
he tumbled to the floor in a heap.  But when Tony realized Sam wanted Larry
on his hands and knees he protested.
	"No c'mon kid – "
	"Let him" Larry groaned and rolled to his side "it's too late
anyway."
	"No it's right on time" Sam helped him to his knees then knocked
them apart.  Larry knew what was coming and lowered his shoulders and
pushed his ass into the air.  Once he was in position, Sam gave a quick
glance at Bo but Bo was so busy pulling on his cock and rocking back into
Steve he barely noticed.  But Sam swore he heard a deep growl of yeah- fuck
loud enough for Sam to get on his knees behind Larry.  He did not have the
biggest cock to push into that hole but that fat head got a loud gasp from
Larry.
	"Oh fuck!  Fuck!" Larry leaned backwards into the assault as Sam's
dick buried itself balls-deep in his furry butt.
	"You do that?" Tony got down on the floor with them "you let a
underage kid fuck you in the ass?"
	"Yeah yeah yeah" Larry grunted in time to the rapidly growing
thrusts.
	"You let highschool kids fuck your ass, huh?"
	"Yeah."
	"Like you let my son fuck you huh?"
	"Yeah!" Larry gasped as that lollipop found his nut.
	"Then let's see you cum with kid meat up your hole!" Tony grabbed
Larry's shoulders and yanked him upwards until their shoulders were braced
against each other.  As soon as Larry was balanced, Tony knocked Larry's
fist away from his cock "you don't get to play with your meat.  Letting a
kid fuck you" and it was Tony slowly jacking Larry's cock "letting him
shove his cock into your ass, how that feel Jensmull?" feeling Larry's cock
spasming in his hand "you sick enough to shoot with your ass stuffed with –
"
	"Bo Bo Bo!" Sam gasped "I can't I can't – "
	"Do it!" Bo yelled as Juan began to pump him in earnest "fill me up
stud!" too busy dealing with that monstrous invasion again forcing him to
show everyone way they really were that night.  He was too busy getting
overwhelmed to explain to Larry and Sam why they held their load to the
very end of the evening.  Why they were the key to the puzzle, their
constant arousal the energy to keep the evening from collapsing into so
many arguments and premature endings.  Because as long as they held off
shooting, the tension in the room could build and build and... what?  Even
Bo did not understand exactly why the room worked as it did, or the total
repercussions to be expected.  But in spite of those early departures, Bo
knew something critical was happening and that huge log fucking him for all
the world to see was only a part of this.  A big part make no mistake.  But
knowing everyone was coming to grips with what they were doing and what
they had always wanted to do – both in private and in front of an
audience! – was the final image to cause his fist to speed up on his
cock... and that did it!  Juan felt that ass-muscle tighten around his cock
and he filled Bo with another load.  Bo felt that and emptied his balls all
over the floor in front of him.  And the chain reaction just ran away when
Sam saw Bo's cum shoot out of him and his own cock finally exploded into
that hot hole again and again, so much cum pouring from him Larry gasped
feeling himself filling up and Tony yanked his hand away from his cock but
not in time as that lollipop banged again and again into his prostate
forcing shot after shot out of his cock all over Tony's chest and crotch,
covering his with more cum than he ever shot before.  Jim saw Tony
splattered with cum and that pushed him over the top, his load shooting
deep inside the now familiar hole feeling it clench again and again,
knowing Steve was filling John's mouth with hero cum.  The group looked at
each other and just started laughing.