Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:11:47 -0400
From: Ed Burau <lennoxbear@gmail.com>
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 30

Starting Again Chapter 30				by lennoxbear@gmail.com

The morning light was barely visible beyond the bedroom draperies.  The
alarm had gone off three minutes ago and Morning Edition softly filled the
room.  Sam lay with his right leg over Joe's legs as the young man snuggled
in for a few more seconds of sleep.  Sam lightly ran his hand over the
broad shoulders and along the deep muscled crevice of Joe's spine before
lightly caressing the round fullness of the beefy muscle butt.  Joe moaned
in gratitude.  Sam's hand slid into the warm wetness between the welcoming
asscheeks.

"Rise and shine buddy boy."  Joe slowly rolled over and kissed Sam.

"This is like always the best part of my day, well, maybe except for the
times you fuck me senseless."  Sam smiled, slid his arm under Joe's neck
and pulled him into a deep wet kiss.  His tongue filled Joe's mouth as his
hand closed around the stiff morning shaft and slowly began stroking it.
Joe tried to protest but it was too late.  Sam's passion overtook him as
the intensity of the strong hand on his cock increased. The heat of the
kiss consumed him.  His balls screamed for relief.  Several hot streams of
rich thick man cream spewed out over the washboard abs.  Sam quietly pulled
back from the kiss.

"Now you're ready for the day.  I'll go start coffee."  Joe struggled to
focus as he watched Sam's thick naked frame walk out of the bedroom toward
the kitchen.  He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.  Five morning
minutes with Sam was enough to keep his balls churning all day and his cock
in a semi-hard state.  Bruce and Steve knew how to get the best of him in
the office by making quiet remarks on Sam's bodybuilding and quiet handsome
looks.  Joe gave up long ago trying to hide his erection around them and
would just smirk at them as they giggled.  "Joey's got it bad."  They loved
to tease the lovestruck man.  Joe would give them a sly grin and throw out
a few lines of his own he knew lit their fires.  He knew he would not being
seeing them for a few minutes after that.

In any other office, those actions would be terms for sexual harassment.
Working with Bruce and Steve and several of their gay and lesbian employees
was open and relaxing, no hidden agendas, no secrets, and often heated
political debates.  He smiled as he stood up to wipe the cum from his body
on the previous day's T-shirt.  He made the bed and walked to the shower.
They had a perfect morning routine.  Sam would make coffee and get things
ready for breakfast while Joe showered and shaved.  Then Sam would shower
and shave. He had gotten into the routine of shaving only about every third
day.  They reversed routines every so often but Sam enjoyed doing the whole
breakfast thing for his boy.

Joe was browsing the paper in his shirt and tie when Sam emerged from the
bedroom in jeans and a pullover.  "A very casual day?"

"Yeah, lots of student papers to review and organize then I have a lunch
meeting with Kevin."

"Danny?"

Sam snickered into his coffee.  "We really need to stick to one name for
that man.  I know him as Kevin and Gus refers to him as Danny, very
confusing."

"How's it going for them?"

"Great, hard to get Kevin to focus and not have that big goofy
I'm-being-fucked-into-next-Tuesday-grin off his face."

"Oh like me. So things are working out?"

"Must be.  The man's been super efficient, perfectly dressed in clothes
that show off a very improved body.  He and Gus hit the gym a lot and then
fuck like bunnies I think."

"Well, this coming weekend should be fun for them."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to give them the second bedroom, sort of
honeymooners stuff."

"Tim says their quite loud so make it the back bedroom."  Sam nodded in
agreement.  "I gotta run.  Early morning meeting with BS.  See you at the
gym at three.  I'm all packed so we should be able to get outta here and be
at Tank's for dinner by seven.  It'll be nice to spend some time with them
before everyone else gets there tomorrow.  Later old man."

Joe leaned over, gave Sam another deep wet kiss, tweaked a very visible
nipple through the shirt and headed to the garage.  Damn, even through
dress slacks that kid had one fine ass.

"You'll pay for that last remark later."  Sam watched Joe drive away.  He
was about to head back inside when Vince drove up with his yard crew.
Vince may be straight but he knew how to sell it. The short muscular blond
jumped out of the big rig wearing a snug athletic shirt and jeans two sizes
too small.  The thickly muscled chest was a test to the material strength
of the shirt.

"Hey buddy, trying to get an early start today.  The weather doesn't look
too great tomorrow and we have several houses to take care of and trees to
trim. The usual."

"Yeah, well we do need rain.  Hey the trees out back that you guys trimmed
are filling in nicely, great job."  Sam was almost a foot taller than
Vince.  It was all he could do to not grab the man and force him to suck
his nipples.  The perfect height.  We're heading out of town tonight so the
place will look great for the weekend, thanks."  Sam watched Vince's crew
get started. He admired Vince for hiring equally interesting gymrats.
Mrs. Toomey came down the street just as he turned to head back inside.

"Oh Sam, wait.  My son Brian called last night.  He said to tell you that
he and Thad would be a little late getting to the cabin tomorrow and not to
hold any meals for them.  Their loading up the last of their clothes for
the move back here.  It'll be so nice to have my son back in the area again
after all these years.  And that nice Thad. Oh, I could listen to that
beautiful accent all day.  Well, and he ain't bad on the eyes."

"Why, Mrs. Toomey?  I wouldn't think you would notice such things."  He
smiled as she laughed.

"Oh my dear, I may be getting up there but I ain't dead yet.  Divorcing
that crazy husband of mine was the best thing I ever did.  Gave me a whole
new appreciation for the men out there.  And for slightly chilly mornings
like this and tight shirts.  Later, I have to finish my walk.  We girls are
going to the day spa today.  You men have a good weekend at the cabin doing
whatever you do." She giggled as she walked away.  Sam looked down at his
shirt. His nipples stood out fully erect in the cool morning air.  He
smiled at her brashness.  He walked back inside, grabbed his briefcase and
gym bag and climbed in to the big Ford.  Vince was already working
shirtless as he drove away.  Damn, missed opportunity to offer the pool to
them for naked swimming.  He made a mental note for next time.

Tank stretched his legs out over the seat of the barstool as he sipped his
coffee and read the paper.  It was a partly cloudy morning that could end
up being one of those oppressive summer days with a late afternoon
thunderstorm.  A sharp pain shot through his right knee as he tried to get
comfortable.  The arthritis was getting the better of him.  Harley had
convinced him to stay home and take care of office business.  He would go
out and handle the final bid work at a couple of job sites, deliver
paychecks, and do the grocery shopping.  He winced with pain as he stood up
to get another cup of coffee.

"You escaped one problem with that spot on your lung but the knees are
pretty bad eh?"  Harley walked into the kitchen from the bedroom and picked
up a thermos of coffee Tank had made for him.

"Oh fuck I hate this.  Not so much the pain as the way it keeps me from
doing things I always do."

"Well, you're just going to have to accept the fact you won't be squatting
the mega-weight anymore at the gym.  Besides, most men 20 years younger
than you don't have tree trunk legs like that.  You deserve to relax and
take it easy."

"You could stay home and help me."

Harley groped the big cock through the worn denim shorts.  "I'd like to but
I think our men would appreciate getting paid.  And you already fucked the
bejesus out of me this morning."

"At least we know my dick still works."

"Indeed it does.  I left checks to pay the bills on the desk, and you have
at least six calls to return to people needing estimates for work."

Tank frowned.  "We have a back log now.  I bid the last two jobs higher a
bit just deter people but they still accepted them.  And the delay in
time."

"Our guys do good work."

"Gees, you'd think they'd slack off once in a while. Damn do-gooders."

Harley laughed.  "Uh, I think they follow your example.  You work hard but
when you relax, well, most of the time you relax."  Tank wrapped his thick
arms around Harley's neck and planted a big wet kiss.

"Fuck, I love you."

"Right.  I can feel those nine inches of hard love in your jeans.  I'll try
to get home early but it's pretty busy.  And I want to get as much done
since Sam and the gang is coming tomorrow evening."

Tank waved his hand in the air.  "Oh damn, I forgot.  Sam and Joe are
driving in tonight after work.  They want to do dinner around 7:00 or
7:30."

"Oh cool, great.  I should be home well before that to get cleaned up and
maybe get you to fuck me again."

"I'll be ready."  Tank unzipped his shorts and let his stiff prick wave
freely.

"You're a sick unit, with a thick unit. I can't believe I said that.  Oh
and don't forget to check the email.  We're getting several hits a day
since Header and Andy updated the website."

"Yeth Mathter." Harley rolled his eyes and headed out to his bike.  Tank
admired the way his work shorts hugged his muscle boy ass. He sighed as he
shoved his stiff dick back into his jeans.  "You'll just have to wait until
later."  He walked out to the pool to check the chemical read, stared at
the test tube and squinted.

"Sooner or later old man, you're gonna have to get them glasses."  He shot
Header and Andy a threatening look as they walked out of the cottage to
their bikes.

"My eyes are just fine.  The tube is just smaller." Header and Andy just
rolled their eyes.

Andy glanced down at the outline of the big dick.  "Can't be said for that.
You playing hooky today boss?"

"Yeah, the knees are screaming.  I'm in need of some rest."  Header nodded
toward the hot tub.  "Try that for a bit and see if it helps.  Hope you
feel better.  We gotta run that damned slave driver we work for has us on a
job in the next county."

"The damned prick."

Andy chuckled.  "Yeah, it is one damned prick.  Later boss."

Tank sipped his coffee, tested the temp of the hot tub and figured why not.
He dropped his shorts and stepped into the tub.  Damn it felt good.  He
could hear the computer through the office window beep as new email
arrived.  Later.

Ken and Ben were busy specking out a new piece of work when Steve walked
over from the other workshop.  Ben had only been working with them a few
days but was already proving a invaluable asset.  He didn't seem to mind
the gay kidding that went back and forth between Steve and Ken or even when
Matt stopped by and kissed Steve goodbye.  He got along well with the guys
and Angie his dog fit right in with Doober and Sam.  A few customers who
stopped by weren't quite prepared for the enthusiastic tail wagging
greeting.

One particularly good-looking man who stopped by to discuss a custom piece
received lots of crotch prodding from the three dogs.  Steve finally put
them in a back room to much whimpering.

"Sorry, they're loud and noisy and overly friendly."

"Oh no problem.  It makes for a more relaxed work atmosphere I bet.  My
office downtown could use a dog running around to relax people."

"Yeah, they are a fun distraction."  The three men watched the man walk
back to his car with a preliminary bid in hand.

Ben sipped on his ever-present iced tea.  "The dogs aren't the only ones
drooling around here."

Ken blinked.  "It was that obvious?"

Ben shook his head as he turned to go back to work.  "The dogs poking the
man had nothing on you two.  You woulda been doing it if ya could."  He
looked back over his shoulder.  "Don't even pretend you weren't thinking
it."

Steve raised his eyebrows.  "Hmm, maybe we do need a straight man here to
keep us in line.  We pretty much spend all or time with gay friends."

Ken snorted.  "I hadn't thought about it until now.  Wow you're right."

"Oh hey, your mail was still in the box, I put it on the front desk."

"Thanks.  Uh, Bill and I went straight to the gym after work and when we
got home we were busy doing something else."

Steve smiled.  "Yeah we heard."

Ken blushed, but all color left his face as he stared at an envelope.  His
hands trembled as he slid it open.  "Oh damn."

"Something wrong?"

"I was getting to the end of my reserve time but this letter says I could
be called up again.  Involuntary recalls bs" He slammed his hand against
the wall.  Ben walked back in from the other room.

Steve looked at the letter.  "You could get sent back to Iraq?"

Ben closed his eyes and sighed.  "Can you tell them you're gay and maybe
they'll let you just finish out your reserve time?"

Ken shrugged.  "I don't know.  Shit, I'd suck off the whole administration
if I thought it would keep me from going back."

Ben shivered.  "Ooo, no.  Even Iraq is better than sucking off those
assholes."  Steve looked sideways at Ben and laughed.  "I'm sorry, that's
one creepy group of men."

"What about Cond..."

"She's got a dick too I bet."

Ken laid the paper on the desk.  "Okay, you guys are just creeping me out.
What do I tell Bill?"

Steve sighed.  "The truth.  If anyone will be supportive, it would be Bill.
He knows how difficult this is, but he'll stand by you no matter what."

Ken looked at the floor.  "It may be time for that psychological
appointment."

Steve fought back an evil grin.  "We can verify that you're nuts."

Ben chuckled.  "With friends like that..."

Ken tilted his head.  "I'll be packing for Iraq soon."

Steve walked across the room as the phone rang.  "You need to get right on
that as soon as I finish this call.  Ben, it's for you."  Ben picked up the
phone and chatted quietly with whomever on the other end.  Steve and Ken
could tell he wasn't happy.  He hung up the phone and sighed.

Ken walked over.  "Bad news?"

"Oh sorta.  I was planning on going on this bike run this weekend and the
guy who was going to watch Angie just backed out on me.  He has a hot date
all lined and is going out of town to shack up."

Ken shrugged.  "Straight men, really!  No problem, we can take her with us
to Sam and Joe's cabin.  She gets along really well with Sam and Doober so
what's one more dog?  She'll have fun playing with them and sucking up to
all of the guys."

"You don't mind?  That would be great, I was really looking forward to this
trip."

Steve looked over the top of the cabinet on which he was working.  "Bike
run eh?  Hot women?"

Ben rolled his eyes.  "Easy women but that doesn't interest me.  I mean, I
like sex and all but I would really like to meet a woman who doesn't want
me just for my body and dick.  Sometimes I think pumping weights is counter
productive.  I mean, I'm a college grad, I like working with my hands and
make an honest living, I don't go in for drugs or rough sex, okay maybe
once in a while.  But, they look at me and start drooling."

Ken pursed his lips.  "Know a lot of gay men like that.  Be patient, you'll
meet someone.  Um, in the meantime, it's a bit tough to hide the body."

"Well, I'm proud of what I've built and can I help it if I have a big dick
too."

Steve giggled.  "Well, neither of us are experts there not having personal
experience with it but Ben, it is big and so what?  You're more than your
dick."

Ben threw his arms in the air.  "Exactly, and the other reason I was
looking forward to this is there was this woman at a restaurant where we
went who was really nice and never once stared at my crotch.  We talked
about things other than just take me home and fuck me.  She wasn't like
that at all and in fact said she didn't go home with guys on the first
date, and since we haven't really had a first date, I thought..."

Ken picked up the phone and looked at the number on the letter.  "Then it's
settled, Angie comes with us.  We'll take good care of her.  And you can go
be sweet on this woman."

Ben smiled.  "Thanks.  The guys think I'm nuts to not want to have sex with
every woman who throws herself at my feet but that just isn't me."  Steve
rubbed his shoulder.  "Damn, you're one of a kind."

John hobbled around the house determined to do as many normal things as
possible with a leg cast and a new smaller arm cast.  His face bruises had
healed nicely and his ribs only hurt when he breathed deeply.  A problem
that arose when he and Buzz pushed sex a bit too far.  Buzz had been not
only a great caregiver but had been very inventive when it came to the sex
department.  He may not have been able to work out in the gym and pump his
body but his dick was way more than satisfied.  Not being able to workout
hadn't stopped him from going to the gym and coaching Buzz.  His partner
would only grumble about payback when the casts came off.  He closed the
lid on the washing machine and bounced back up the stairs to the back
bedroom and sat at the computer.  The online training courses he had put
off were now almost all complete, his review and eval should get him a bit
more money come time.  The email hung a few seconds before opening.  He
clicked through and deleted the obvious spam crap but one with the subject
line "Snake on the loose" made him pause. A frown spread across his face as
he read it.  Damn, now what.  An accompanying picture caused him a moment
of confusion.  He sat at the compute closed his eyes and shook his head.

He clicked his address book and found the phone number.  The voice mail
system picked up.  "Hey guy, this is John.  I'm at home and received a
strange email that I wanted to discuss with you, call me when you get a
chance."  The phone dropped back into place as he looked close at the
picture.  "What the helllll?"

Sam closed out several documents on his computer just as Kevin stuck his
head in the door.  "Hey big guy, ready to meet?"

"Sure come on in and have a seat."  Sam admired Kevin's snug pullover and
equally snug jeans.  He had almost always seen him in a shirt and tie
before but since Gus, well the flattering clothes were definitely an
improvement.  "I just printed an update of our proposal so let me run you a
copy and we can review it together.  How are things going with you and
Gus?"

Kevin took a deep breath.  "Good, really good.  We get along really well
and are still a bit like kids learning about each other but for the most
part we can't spend enough time together.  He's super and even though he's
old enough to be my father he can plow, oh."

Sam laughed.  "That's okay.  I take it he's um, fulfilling your needs?"

"Filling is a good word. But one weird things and well, it's my problem."

"Problem?  You aren't?"

"Having no second thoughts nor pregnant or any of that stuff but well. I
have yet to fuck him.  Not because I don't find him attractive, fuck knows
the man pushes all my buttons.  But I am so totally consumed in being his
bottom that I can't make myself fuck him."

"Has he asked you to?"

Kevin blushed.  "Yes.  But well, I have this problem that if I come while
being fucked, My dick just won't respond to fucking someone else.  Shit,
should we close the door?"

"Nah.  My secretary is through that door and that hallway door is too noisy
for any students or anyone else going by to hear.  You thought of the
little blue vitamin?"

"Oh it's not so much a functional issue as it is one of contentment after
he rattles my fillings that I just melt into him."

"Hmm, so if Gus ever, from what I think you are saying, wants to lose his
anal virginity, he's going to have to make you do him before he does you?"

"More or less, except that as soon as I'm next to him, shit, I lose all
control.  I've never met a man that I absolutely, have to have like Gus."

"So what you're really saying you selfish little fuck whore is you can't
control your own personal need to get a good ass fucking."

"Well, if you're going to put it in those terms, uh, hell yeah."

"Soooooo, sex aside, everything else is going well?"  Kevin nodded, "And
you find yourself wanting to be with him all the time?"  Kevin nodded
again.  "and you're sitting there getting hard on thinking about him now?"
Kevin looked down at his crotch and adjusted his dick.

"It's that obvious?"

Sam laughed.  "It is now."

"You asshole.  Let's get this paperwork done so I can, uh, get on with it."

"Okay.  Tissue's over there if you need it."

"Cunt."

"Tramp."

Tank had taken the signed checks in their perfect Harley envelopes and
walked out to the mailbox.  The morning sun was burning away the clouds and
felt good on his bare chest and back.  His knees still throbbed as he told
himself the movement was good for him.  He poured himself another cup of
coffee as he headed back through the house to the office.  Harley's post it
hung to the edge of the screen reminding him to check email.  It wasn't
that he hated email but he did miss doing business the old way of talking
with people on the phone or meeting them face-to-face.  Nowadays, so much
happened in email before an appointment was set, it had become way less
personal.

There were six more inquiries for estimates that he crosschecked in the
calendar.  Harley would be proud of him.  He gave people a choice of times,
told them it was first come first scheduled and sent them off.  Spam, email
from Sam, obscene email from Harley who sent a picture of his butt to keep
him company, and email about a snake.  He frowned as the meaning behind the
email sunk into his caffeine over-loaded brain.  The date and time put it
at almost 36 hours ago.  A blind address and reply only got an automatic
response.  He closed the email and flipped open the rolodex.

Tank mumbled to himself as he searched the Rolodex.  "P, Putz, Pults, Pulz,
damn why can't I remember, ah, here, cell, cell ,cell, good.  Hmmm, 9 Am in
Chicago, be there, be there, damn."  He left a voice message and moved on
to the next call for clues.  It was nearly 30 minutes later when he heard
noise from a vehicle in the driveway.  "Damn, gotta hope that's Harley.
Fuck, doesn't anyone answer phones anymore?"  He headed to the window and
pulled open the blinds.  A large dark Yukon was heading down the driveway
toward the main road.  "Now who the hell was that...oh holy shit."

Tank hurried back through the house as fast as his sore arthritic knees
would carry him.  He opened the door just as the truck turned onto the road
and sped away.  A very confused, tired-looking and sad man stood near the
door.  "Well, I'll be damned.  Son, I don't even know your name."

The man sighed dejectedly and shuffled his feet.  "Snake sir.  They decided
my name was Snake."

"Is that your real name?"

"No sir, it's Mike, for real.  I got called a lot of things as nicknames
but the name really is Mike sir."  The man looked rode hard and put away
wet.  "I'm not sure why they dropped me here.  What am I supposed to do?"

"You were a cop.  What do you think?"

"I'm a slave sir.  I'm only good for sex sir."  The man struggled to speak.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Uh, two days ago I think.  I tried sleeping but the first day I was in the
trunk of a car, and I, ain't exactly sure how they got me here.  I'm sorry
sir, Tank isn't it sir?"

"Yes."  He looked at the tired disheveled man and sighed.  "Is that all you
have, that backpack?"

"Yessir.  It's all I had when I left DC, somehow all my stuff was still in
it.  I didn't have much in the way of clothes.  I'm not sure but I think
one of the guys who helped me get away may have been one of the three men
who originally took me to Chicago."

"Well, come on in and let's figure out what to do."  The man picked up the
backpack and followed him into the house.  He walked quietly behind Tank as
they headed for the kitchen.  "Would you like some coffee?"  The man nodded
and Tank got him a mug.  He was bigger and more muscular then Tank
remembered him being a few weeks ago.  "Open your mouth Snake.  Jeez, they
pulled every single one of your teeth."

"Yessir, better to give blowjobs."

"What did you eat?"

Snake shrugged.  "Oatmeal, scrambled eggs, those protein shakes and meal
replacements, lots of those and well, lots of cum."  Tank went to reply but
decided to wait.  He pulled a couple of protein shakes from the fridge and
set them down in front of the man.  "Thank you sir."

"Sit.  We need to talk."  The man half sat on the stool and opened the
first shake.  Tank studied his moves then walked behind him.  "I'm not
going to hurt you I just want to look."  He pulled up the tight shirt and
saw the welts and cuts from being whipped criss-crossed across the man's
back.  The marks disappeared below his belt line on the worn jeans.  He
carefully put his hand on the man's shoulder and quietly spoke.  "I don't
condone what you did back in DC.  That man who you beat up is a friend of
mine and a fellow officer, but you need to tell me what happened when you
left here."

Snake took a deep breath and emptied the first protein shake.  "I am a
slave now sir.  I only give blowjobs and am used as a fuckhole for anyone
who wants me."  He went on to explain how he was whipped into submission.
A friend of the guys who kidnapped him only a few miles north of Tank's
house had pulled his teeth the weekend they were there.  They covered his
gums with some viscous salve and began teaching him to suck cock almost
from the moment the bleeding stopped.  This was the first he had had
clothes on since they had grabbed him in the bar in Virginia.  He had been
kept naked and ready for sex 24/7.  His captors would rent him out to
groups of anywhere from 15 to 25 men who would fill his throat with dick
and then fuck him full of their cum.

He finished the second shake and slowly stood up.  The men had pumped him
full of steroids and other experimental growth drugs then made him workout
four to six hours a day between times he was whoring.  The tight T-shirt
came off to reveal two large rings through his nipples.  All body hair
except his eyebrows had been removed and he wasn't sure from the stuff they
used if it would grow back or had been chemically burned away.

At first glance someone might think he was a bodybuilder in training for a
show from the thick muscle mass but Tank wasn't sure the results wouldn't
prove harmful in the long run.  "I'm not saying this to be forward but son,
you need to drop them jeans."  Snake peeled off the tight denims to reveal
a set of massive legs and a hard round muscle butt covered in welts and
whip stripes.  "What the fuck did they do to your cock and balls?"

Snake swallowed hard.  "They would attach my dick to this pump thing that
made it swell up and when that wasn't enough, they injected it with some
kind of saline solution, sir.  From what they said I don't think this is
permanent, that's why they kept doing it.  I have a pretty big dick but now
it's, it's just fucking grotesque.  And they gave me a PA?  I think that's
what it is."

"Yes Snake.  I'd find a PA attractive if they hadn't created such a
misshapen cock on you."

"I think that's because the stuff is already being absorbed.  Will it kill
me?"

Tank looked up.  "I don't know.  What about your nuts?"

"Not sure what they gave me but they tripled or more in size and they said
it's permanent."

"Well, big nuts on some men are attractive so maybe that won't be so bad."

"What's going to happen to me sir?"

Tank looked him deep in the eyes.  "I don't rightly know.  We do need to
notify the cops in DC and well, we'll see what happens from there.  Like I
said, what you did was wrong."

Snake looked down and studied his feet.  "I know sir.  It ain't so much I
worry about facing the cops or jail, it's that I've learned things about
myself and I'm not sure how to face the future."

"Such as?"

Snake's eyes were suddenly very calm.  "The reasons I acted the way I did,
and was being a freaking homophobe was that I wasn't willing to face deep
down in side what I knew I was.  And what I wanted."  He told Tank about
his family and being raised in a very conservative right-wing. hate-filled
family.  They preached against homosexuals and for that matter, anyone who
didn't agree with them. Ever since he was a small boy he heard nothing but
bad would come to you if you were one of them.  He knew he was different in
high school when he first started playing sports and felt sexual needs and
urges filling his soul.  He fought those urges out of fear of his family,
becoming one of the hate spewing people he now knew were wrong.  It was
denial in the worst and a shield against them finding out.

"This all became clear to you as you were forced to being a sex slave?"

"Yes sir but after a while, they didn't really need to beat me.  I was
finally getting to be what I wanted.  Okay, maybe being fucked by 20 men at
a time isn't exactly what I wanted, but I need to be fucked.  And I want to
suck cock."

"Jail won't be easy if you go there you know?"

"Yes sir, as a cop, I'm dead meat.  I'm gonna be someone's whore no matter
what."

"But why the beatings?"

Snake looked away.  "The one guy, the leader, is fucking nuts.  I ain't
never been scared as a cop and believe you me, that man scares me.  He beat
me just cause he could.  Not to teach me anything to make me submit to
sucking dick, just to beat me."

Tank sat quietly for a couple of minutes.  "That part is over for you but
you still have some difficult times ahead.  We need to get you cleaned up
and something on those marks.  Follow me.  Bring your stuff."  Tank had
Snake throw all his clothes including the few things in his pack in the
washing machine.  Snake followed him into the master bath and watched as
Tank started the shower.  "Go ahead."  Snake carefully got under the steamy
spray but Tank knew from the way he was reacting his back, butt and legs
had to be hurting.  He dropped his shorts, kicked off his shoes and socks
and stepped in with him.

"I'm not sure I can forgive you for what you did to my friend but I can
still help you.  Stand in front of me and turn around."  Tank carefully
washed the man's back, butt and legs to keep him out of the spray.  As much
as he willed, his cock still stiffened at the firm muscular flesh under his
soapy hands.  "I'm not doing this to get a blowjob.  I have Harley for
that.  We need to get your skin clean.  I have some cream to put on it that
will help." Tank was satisfied the skin and wounds were clean and carefully
dried his back and legs.  He showed him into one of the guest bedrooms and
had him lie face down as he worked in the cream.

"Oh my gawd that feels so good."

Tank shook his head in disgust and disbelief.  "It's one thing for someone
to submit to the whip or rough sex if that's what they want out of a
relationship.  It's another to kidnap someone and force them to become a
whore.  I knew I shouldn't have left the bar that night.  Maybe if we had
stayed there you wouldn't have ended up this way.  Maybe I could have
stepped in and gotten you turned over to the police.  Maybe...

"Maybe doesn't matter anymore sir.  I'm willing to accept whatever happens.
And that means walking away from my screwed up family and facing who and
what I am."

Tanks wiped his hands on a towel and got up from the bed.  "Why don't you
get some rest?  That stuff will take the sting out and you'll be feeling
better.  You should even be okay for a workout downstairs later."  "I don't
know how to thank you."  Snake fondled Tank's big dick.  "Except."

"That's okay.  Harley and I play around as a couple.  I don't go behind his
back, no matter how tempted I may be by that fine muscle butt of yours.
Get some rest.  I have some work to do and will check on you later."  Tank
closed the bedroom door and headed back to the office.  He picked up the
phone and hit speed dial.  "Hey Sammy, it's Tank.  You guys still thinking
of being here around seven.  Great.  Hey, I got a situation here and needs
some advice."

Sam listened to Tank describe Snake, his arrival and explanation of his
circumstances in Chicago.  As the story unfolded, he put the phone on
speaker and let Kevin listen.  "Wow, that's right out of a fantasy.  Uh,
gee, this is out of my expertise but why don't I give Bruce a call.  He's a
lawyer and will have better advice then I will.  I'll have him give you a
call.  Okay, we'll see you later then."  Sam switched off the speaker and
hung up the phone.

Kevin sat across from him wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.  "This is
the guy who beat up John right?  Jees, it's like some weird erotic story.
What can Bruce do?"

"I don't know.  But several thing s have transpired since Snake disappeared
so he knows who to contact in DC.  Guess I should call John also.  But
first, don't go anywhere."  He flipped open an old address book, found a
number and punched it into the phone.  "Hey Al, glad I caught you, this is
Sam in Pittsburgh, good, and you guys?  Really, good to hear that, we'll
look forward to seeing you in P'town in August.  Hey, uh, I'm calling
because that cop who beat up our buddy John, yeah that one.  What?  Really?
You're shitting me.  Yeah, we're all going to the cabin this weekend.  Joey
and I are heading up there tonight.  Okay, well, um, that certainly makes
things a bit different.  Yeah, let me know when you hear from him.  I'll
call you over the weekend." Sam hung up and stared at the phone.

Kevin leaned forward.  "What?  You didn't put it on speaker."

"Oh sorry.  Uh, it seems that our cop friends in Chicago know about Snake
being at Tank's.  They must have helped get him freed.  And the one guy who
was partner to the kidnapping was the mastermind.  Seems he also fears the
lead nutcase out there and has split town.  Packed up personal belongings,
closed his bank account or transferred it, Al wasn't sure.  Anyway, he's
afraid of repercussions from this extreme roid freak.  Al thinks he may be
the one who dropped him at Tank's on his way to a safer place."

"He has as much to lose as the guy back in Chicago if authorities ever take
Snake's story to heart and go after them."

"I would think so but I don't know.  Al said he would tell me more later."

Kevin got up and stretched his long legs.  "I better get going, I have two
meetings this afternoon and then am meeting Gus for a workout.  We're both
taking off early tomorrow to drive up to the cabin.  Gus makes it sound
like a gay paradise."

Sam smiled.  "I wouldn't say it's a paradise but it's a fun place.  We're
glad you can make it and get better acquainted with everyone.  Let me know
what time you think you will be there in case we're over at Tank's.  He has
a pool."

"Ooo, super.  I'll bring my suit."

"It's clothing optional there and I'm sure Gus would like to show you off."

Kevin rolled his eyes.  "I've met your friends, they all have way more
muscle than I do."

"It's your whole nerd with muscles thing they think is attractive.  Wait."
Sam walked around his desk hugged Kevin and gave him a deep kiss.  Welcome
to our little family."  Kevin smiled and shook his head.

"Thanks, it feels good."

Sam watched Kevin walk down the hall.  He closed his office door, picked up
the phone and dialed.  "Hey Bruce, Sam.  You aren't going to believe this."

Spence parked his car in the mall lot just as Zeke pulled up in his van to
meet him.  Zeke hung out the window with a big grin spread across his face.
"Hey pig boy, glad you could get away for lunch.  Get in."  Spence climbed
into the van and hung on to get his seat belt fastened as Zeke took off.

"Where we going?"

"You'll see.  I have a little picnic basket packed, that's why I asked if
you could take a couple of hours."  Within minutes they were high on a hill
overlooking the valley of homes below.

"Wow, this is great.  I never knew this place was here, what's for lunch?"

"You.  Get in the back. And get naked."  Spence climbed to the back of the
van and flopped on a pile of blankets and a small mattress.  "Cozy, eh?
See I do have food." Zeke pulled sandwiches from a local restaurant
favourite out of a basket, along with lube and towels.  "I was feeling
really, really horny after you left for work this morning so I thunk up
this little plan.  Damn, even in a dress shirt that damn chest looks good."

"Uh, what if someone sees us?"

"From here we can see and hear anyone who drives up, plenty of time for you
to hop into the driver's seat and pull away."  Spence was half naked as
Zeke pulled off his shirt.  "Damn Spence, I can't get enough of you."  He
slipped his strong arm around Spence's neck and pulled their mouths
together.  Deep kissing and titplay always got Spence going quickly. In
minutes, Spence was on his stomach as Zeke positioned his cock against his
ass.  Zeke's pole pushed its way deep as Spence groaned.  He pushed up to
make it easier on the only slightly challenged man.  Zeke may not have
great use of his legs but his arms gave him superb maneuverability for
slamming Spence's butt.  The big dick hit the right spot as Spence focused
on not blowing his own load.  A few minutes later he felt Zeke's cock grow.
Several volleys of hot spunk shot deep into his needy soul.  Zeke begged
him not to shoot as he pulled out and flopped to his side.  "Now give it to
me.  Spence lay on his back as Zeke finished him off with his hot mouth.
He greedily sucked down the man's copious load and fell across the tight
abs in rapture.

"Best lunch I've had in weeks."

Tank looked up from the pile of paper at the naked man standing in the
office doorway.  "Hey Snake, I thought you were going to try to get some
rest?"

"I slept for two hours, that's about all I was getting at a time before,
you know, when I had to uh."

"Yeah, Okay."

"May I get the gym shorts I had in my backpack and workout?"

Tank gave him a confused look.  "Uh, they're still in the dryer.  But you
ain't a captive here so you don't have to ask permission to get your
laundry out of the dryer.  Go ahead, the gym's all yours, knock yourself
out."  A few minutes later Tank heard the clanking of weight plates from
the basement and the huffing and puffing of a man pushing heavy amounts.
He walked out the kitchen to get some water and an apple just as Cesar and
LJ walked in the side door.  They held two crock-pots and two foil wrapped
pans in their arms.  "Hey guys, what brings you over here and what's that?"

LJ looked at Cesar, "Uh oh, busted.  That must have been what the message
was from Andy that we missed.  Okay, so it ain't a big secret, well, boss,
Andy, Header, Cesar and I prepared dinner for tonight for when Sam and Joe
get here on account you are always picking up the tab and we thought it
would be nice to do things ahead and not be cooking when the get here and
have more time to spend together and it would be a nice way to start the
weekend, although we do have to work tomorrow..."

Cesar laughed.  "Sentences LJ, break it into sentences.  Come up for air."

Tank snickered.  "You know it ain't like you did anything wrong, we really
appreciate it, thanks.  Thanks a lot.  Smells good."  He went to peek into
the crock-pot in Cesar's arms.

"Hey, it's for dinner, it's not ready yet."

Tank pulled his hand back.  "Okay.  All right.  Gees. It's just all I'm
having for lunch is an apple and water."

LJ slid the pans into the oven.  "Harley said he left you a sandwich."  He
opened the fridge door.  "Here."

Tank looked at the plate in the fridge.  "Oh, damn, hey, Harley was in on
this?  That little shit."

Cesar plugged in the crock-pots.  "The only way we can surprise you with
anything is to gang up on you.  Who's downstairs working out?"

"Oh that, speaking of surprises."  Tank filled them in on the situation
with Snake.  A few minutes later Cesar and LJ went down to the basement gym
to say hello.  Both were shocked at the now beefier man pushing huge
benches and the dramatic change in a few weeks.

"Hey Snake. Tank just told us what was going on, I'm Cesar and this is LJ."

"I remember seeing you when I was through here before.  You two didn't get
a chance to uh..."

"Yeah we know.  That's a strange thing that happened buddy."  LJ ran his
hand over the tattoos on Snake's shoulders.  "I don't remember you having
these."  He fingered the large rings in his nipples.  "Or these."

"No sirs, they added the tattoos and rings, and well a couple of other
things."

"Yeah, I noticed."

Cesar slapped LJ's arm.  "Dude quit staring.  Sorry Snake, LJ's a bit of a
size queen."

"It's okay."  Snake dropped his shorts and displayed his swollen cock.

"LJ's head snapped back.  "Holy fuck.  Ain't no way I could get that in my
mouth."

Snake quietly smiled.  "You're not supposed to.  I'm the one who's supposed
to do the sucking."

Cesar looked at the man's quiet face.  "That ordeal ended Snake.  You don't
need to do that unless you want. And, uh, believe me, this one would more
than welcome a chance to suck your dick."

Snake actually blushed.  "I haven't actually had anyone have sex with me
cause they wanted to other than to pay to have sex with me, does that make
sense?"

LJ got a pained look on his face.  "Yeah it does.  Sorry, I didn't mean to
make you feel like a freak, we want you to be comfortable here."

"Tank has been really good at that."

Cesar rubbed his arm.  "We'll let you get back to your workout.  See you
later for dinner."

LJ hugged Snake.  "Yeah, you're among friends now, but I still want to try
to suck that thing."  Snake laughed.

The two men waved at him and walked back upstairs.  They stuck their heads
in the office door.

Tank looked up and rolled his eyes.  "I swear Harley finds a way of filling
my life with paper."  The three men talked about Snake.  It was obvious to
Tank that LJ and Cesar were both upset about what had happened to him
despite his obvious crime against a friend of theirs.  "Hey, do me a
favour."  Tank pulled money out of his pocket.  Can you stop and get him
some stuff on your way home after work.  Couple of T's, some socks, a
heavy-duty jock or two and maybe a pair of cargo shorts.  He doesn't have
much in that backpack."

LJ took the money and smiled.  "Yeah, sure boss, see ya later."  Tank
listened as their pickup headed down the driveway.  The clanking of weights
resumed in the basement.  He sat back down at the desk as the email tone
sounded.  "Oh good grief, two more estimates.  Damned website.  Oh Harley,
Harley, Harley, we're going to have to hire someone."

He had no sooner finished answering emails and getting everything ready for
the next day's mail when the phone rang.  "Hey guy, yeah, it's been a weird
ass day.  Yeah sure, no problem. What?  Say that again?  Really?  Huh,
we'll whadyakno!  Super, we'll see ya later, no, no, I won't say anything
until you get here.  Drive safely."  He hung up the phone as a text message
came over his phone from Harley.  He smiled and headed down to the
gym. Snake was sweat covered and pumped looking every bit a competitive
bodybuilder albeit one with big tattoos, huge nipple rings and one enormous
basket.  "Good workout?"

"Yes sir, this is prime equipment.  I love it.  Got a great pump.  But all
this working out makes me horny.  I feel like I'm in withdrawal not having
sucked down any loads in a couple of days."

"Yeah about that.  Seems like LJ and Cesar told Harley about what was
happening here this afternoon, the rats.  I didn't have a chance to talk to
him.  Anyway, he sent me a text message."  Tank dropped his shorts and
fondled his cock.  "This is a gift from Harley."  Snake took a deep breath
and dropped to his knees in front of the big man.

Header and Andy walked into the kitchen shortly after four.  They hadn't
been working all that far away so the trip home only took minutes.  They
plugged in another crock-pot and put another pan in the second oven.  "You
boys bringing even more food?"  Tank walked out of the office holding a
legal pad.  "You think we're feeding an army tonight or sumpin?"

Header twisted the cap off a beer.  "Well, Sam and Joe deserve a good meal,
and there's us, and Pete, plus Cesar and LJ."

"And Snake." Tank nodded toward the back hallway where Snake was relaxing
from an extensive workout.

"Oh yeah.  Cesar told us, what's going to happen to him?"  Andy perched on
the edge of a bar stool.

Tank rubbed his hand over his shirtless chest.  "Still working out those
details.  And the food is appreciated.  Bruce and Steve are also coming in
tonight.  Bruce has been checking into the legal mess surrounding Snake.
And, maybe, just may, John and Buzz."

Header snorted his beer.  "Oh shit.  Does Snake know?"

Tank shook his head.  "I don't think it's going to be a problem.  He's made
piece with what he done wrong.  And he's willing to accept whatever he has
coming to him.  Doesn't even seem to be too worried about being a cop who
could end up in jail."

"Huh, wow.  I didn't have much of a chance to talk with him before, well,
none actually.  Those guys who brought him through here, slapped his ass in
the sling and fucked him for two days."

Tank looked back the hallway.  "No doubt, this is one bizarre little
problem to work out.  Now what are those two doing here?"

Cesar and LJ walked in carrying their gym bags and two boxes for dessert.
"More food.  Hey Tank, hope you don't mind, we thought we'd garb a quick
workout and shower here."

"Sure, that's great.  Harley should be home soon and will probably join
you.  I worked out this afternoon.  The knees are too happy about all
this."

LJ held up several more bags.  "We have the stuff for Snake."

"He's back in the second bedroom on the right."  LJ headed back as Cesar
took his bag and headed for the gym.

Andy stretched.  "I think I'm going to have a run and then a nice hot
shower, you Header?"  His brother nodded.  "And you boss man, no sneaking
any food."  Tank waved his hands as if to say, `who me?'  The two men
headed back across the courtyard to their cottage.  Tank walked back in to
the office.

Snake was face down on the bed when LJ knocked on the door.  He let out a
small gasp when he aw the stripes and bruises across the big man's back.
"It's okay.  Tank gave me this cream and it really took away most of the
sting.  I feel, well, not bad.  It helped me get through the workout."

"Uh, shit, still looks pretty mean to me.  Hey this stuff is for you.  Tank
thought you needed a few things so we picked up some basics."  Snake looked
at the stuff in the bag and looked away.

"Wow.  I don't know how to react.  I'm sitting here in the house of a
friend of the guy who I beat up and raped.  I'm looking like some kind of
hormonal muscle freak and exotic sex slave and everyone has been treating
me like the long lost brother."

LJ sat on the bed next to him.  "That's the way this group is.  A lot of
folks have been through a lot here, Vietnam, Iraq, AIDS, car accidents,
loss of loved ones, you name it, but we always support each other.  It's a
pretty thick group of buds.  And it tripled in size when Sam and his
friends came long.  I feel blessed to count them as friends.  Whatever
happened with you is in the past and these guys look to the future and how
to make the best of it.  We cold treat you like a shit for what happened,
but then you probably wouldn't let me suck your dick."

Snake laughed and smiled.  The first relaxed calm moment since before he
had been kidnapped.  "You really think you can suck this, this, messed up
excuse for a penis?"

LJ shrugged.  "Well, or have you try to fuck me."

Snake looked back down at the floor.  "Ain't never had a guy say he wanted
me to fuck him.  After what I did to John, figured I was gonna be screwed
to death in prison."

"Hey that's enough.  Wait and see what happens.  Cesar and I are going to
grab a quick workout, wanna watch or join in?"

"Yeah, I could use a few more reps, feeling puny."

"Puny?  Gees, they pumped you so full of whatever, you're almost as big as
Sam, Tank and Bruce.  Come on."  Snake pulled his shorts, shoes and a T
back on and headed to the downstairs gym.  The three men quickly moved
through an intense workout then relaxed in the sauna.  LJ pushed Snake back
on the hot wooden bench and licked his cock.  Snake grabbed Cesar's fat
tool and swallowed it whole.  Snake couldn't really tell how erect his dick
was anymore in its current state and was shocked as shit when a full load
erupted from the swollen head.  His mind raced over the day's events.  Men
were having sex with him voluntarily.  He wasn't being raped repeatedly.
There was no going back to the narrow-minded conservative life his family
felt everyone should lead.  They showered in the large communal basement
shower. Cesar and LJ dressed for dinner while Snake snuck naked back
through the house to get some of his new clothes.

Harley had spoken with Tank a couple of times during the afternoon. Tank
filled him in between calls from Sam and Bruce.  Tank was sitting in the
den exhausted when he got home.  But not too exhausted to get up and pull
his boy into his arms in a tight bear hug and kiss.  "I was a bit freaked
by those guys when they absconded with Snake a few weeks ago.  Never in my
wildest dreams did I think they would do the shit they did and seriously
force someone into prostitution.  Damn, Harley, I was afraid to leave you
alone around them.  They can't be trusted.  I'da been a wild man if they
woulda pulled any shit with you."

The meaning behind Tank's words slowly sunk in as the big man squeezed him.
"You're...crush...ing...me."

"You gonna go for a run with Header and Andy, or workout downstairs?"

Harley felt the big muscular chest against him.  "Or you could just fuck me
into a calm submissive mood before our dinner guests get here."

Tank walked into the dining room to find Header, Andy, LJ, Cesar and Snake
setting the table and organizing the bar.  Snake looked like a transformed
man in a form-fitting T-shirt and shorts.  He had shaved his head again but
had trimmed his face to show the outline of a flattering goatee.  "You look
good Snake."

"Thank you sir and thank you for the clothes.  I'll pay you back."

"You don't need to worry about that."

LJ stood to one side in a full apron.  "Where's Harley?"

Tank smiled.  A bright glint lit up his eyes.  "He's, uh, in recovery in
the shower.  Give him a few more minutes.  Cesar, you mixing some
margaritas?"  Cesar nodded and poured him one.  "Snake would you take one
to Harley please?"

Snake took the glass and walked back to the master bedroom, the door was
open and he knocked lightly.  "Harley?  It's Snake.  Tank had me bring you
a margarita."

"Bring it in here."  Harley was toweling dry as Snake walked in and stopped
cold.  "What?"

Snake looked the muscular young man over and blinked.  "Damn.  I don't
remember you being this hot, er, attractive.  Fuck, Tank's a lucky man."

Harley sipped the cold drink and grinned.  "I know Tank gave you a little
present this afternoon, so you know, I'm the lucky one."  Snake laughed and
agreed. Harley nonchalantly moved about the room getting dressed and
chatting with Snake.  Snake tried to avert his eyes but found the young man
too attractive to not watch.  "Tank told me about the nipple rings. They
look pretty big.  You going to keep them?"

Snake ran his hand over his thick chest and the rings that were visible
under the T.  "Uh, yeah, I'd like to.  I sorta like them.  They hurt like
hell when they first went in, you're supposed to start with smaller rings
and work up.  These guys who did this didn't care but now I sorta like
them.  And it drives me nuts when someone plays with them during sex."

"Really?  Huh.  So, um, other things are okay?"  Harley glanced down.

Snake blushed.  "Yeah, things are showing signs of life.  With all the
pumping and the injections I couldn't tell when I had an erection or really
feel much the way I was used to feeling, just my hand an all.  But now, it
seems to be back to developing a mind of its own."

"I sorta noticed that."

Snake's face went a deep red.  "Sorry, but I saw pictures of you with Tank
and thought you were handsome but in person, damn.  Consider it a
compliment."

Harley smiled and took another sip of his drink.  "Okay.  But, I gotta tell
you with the testosterone going to be here and at the cabin this weekend,
you'll be feeling a lot more down there."

"That's embarrassing."

"No, don't let it be, not with these guys.  Lots of horseplay, grab ass, a
lot of them play around together.  Get over being shy real fast.  Let's go
get you a drink."

"I'm pacing myself.  I haven't had a lot to drink these last few weeks and
in my uh, altered state, it hits me fast."

"Makes sense.  Now about that testosterone.  I hear Sam and Joe.  The
levels are going up."

Snake followed Harley back out to the great room.  Sam, Joe, Bruce and
Steve had arrived and were chatting with the rest of the men.  Tank threw
his arm over Snake and pulled him close. "Tank, this is Sam and his partner
hunk Joe.  And that big man there is Bruce and his partner Steve."  Harley
watched Snake's reactions.  First, to the big arm and hand over his
shoulder and then to the four beefy men.

"Hi, I'm Snake and I apologize if we met before a few weeks ago but I don't
remember."

Sam shook his hand.  "As I recall, your uh, friends from Chicago, didn't
let you out much to meet people.  Tank's filled us in on a lot of the
details but I'd like to hear a lot of your story maybe over dinner."  Snake
nodded.  Harley smiled to himself as Snake looked back and forth from Tank
to Joe.  And then from Sam to himself and some pictures in the room.

Header tapped a spoon against a glass and announced dinner.  "Okay girls,
buffet is set up and hot, so get your beefy butts over there and commence
to grazing." Snake helped Header and Andy with serving then followed the
crowd into the large dinning room.  Harley chuckled at the man's continued
confused looks.

Tank suspiciously looked at Harley and then at Snake.  "Stop it.  I know
where that wise ass brain is going.  Snake let us fill you in on some
details.  First, Joey here."  Tank leaned over and gave Joe a big wet open
mouthed, tongue to tonsils kiss. He and I are related.  Hence the
resemblance, me being the more handsome."  Snake nodded as the light bulb
went on then pointed at pictures and then to Harley and Sam.  "Well, son,
there are powers stronger than us that show us the way.  And that way meant
for all of us to find each other.  I truly believe that."  Tank and the men
told Snake all the stories of how they all came to be friends, were
related, connected and had become a large overly beefy and horny family.
Snake slowly ate what he could of dinner, sipped a margarita and worked to
keep up with all the connections among the men.

Everyone added their own embellishments making the stories take on a much
taller and broader and more humorous side.  The explanation finally came to
the present day and several questions were put before him.  Sam put his
hand across the table and took Snake's.  "Bruce is a lawyer and has been
making calls to DC and some other places on your behalf, but we need to
hear from you everything that has happened."

He rubbed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.  The big chest stretched
the fabric of the T revealing the outline of the oversized nipple rings and
the thick layer of muscle now covering the body.  "I think I need that
second drink now."  He spent 45 minutes telling them what had transpired
from the time he was snatched from his bike in Virginia, to the first
weekend at Tank's, his transport in sex servitude back to Chicago and of
the days and nights of performing sex for which his captors made money.
The sex acts didn't perceptibly bother anyone around the table.  The
explanation of the ringing, the PA, tattooing, the removal of all his teeth
and the beatings did have an effect.  "This all occurred because I was a
supreme asshole and did what I did to your friend and a fellow police
office, John, pulling two of my friends down with me.  I can't tell you how
sorry I am for that.  I had a lot of time to think about myself these last
few weeks.  I looked at how I got to where I am right now and how I
changed.  I think I am better truly for what I learned.  How I make that up
to people, I don't know."

Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Sam and Tank.  "We'll talk about
some things in a bit.  I need a break before dessert.  What was that
beautiful confection I saw sitting on the counter?"

Header and Andy beamed.  "Pete's catering company makes a killer decedent
chocolate cake and he gave us one for tonight.  He apologizes that he can't
be here but his company was hired to do a big job in Harrisburg, involved
the cable home and garden TV channel and well, the whole nine yards.  He
will be back some time tomorrow afternoon and is looking forward to the
weekend with everyone."  Header, Andy, Snake and LJ cleared the table and
worked to get the kitchen under control.

Harley walked back in a few minutes later and lightly rubbed Snake's back.
"You okay?  What you told us is a little disturbing, and you still have a
lot ahead of you?  And, well, I noticed when Tank put his arm over your
shoulder, you sorta reacted."

Snake sighed and leaned against the counter in the corner.  "This has been
a lot to take in just today.  I mean, I get dumped here not even 12 hours
ago and I've seen more warmth and caring from people than I've experienced
in years.  I mean, I was a grade A, government inspected brand asshole and
you guys have been way more then nice to me."

"We know to look beyond the thing you did at what's going on within.  But
it's more than what happened between you and John, what is it?"

Snake gestured with his hands and swung his arm in an arc in a sweeping
gesture for the whole room.  "When Tank put his arm around me, it was like
a ton of bricks hitting me, I mean, wham.  I don't recall my father ever,
and I mean ever, putting his arm around me.  Even to say, hey fuckup you
played a good football game, or nice job on the yard, or even when I
graduated from the police academy to say, I'm proud of you son.  Never.  He
never said he was proud of me.  It wasn't in their fucked up holier than
thou world to show human kindness.  Only to ridicule and fear things they
didn't understand.  It took me until I was 35 to understand that.  Only
until a dick was shoved down my throat, did I say, whoa, this is what I
want.  I've seen more love and caring and understanding in one day here
than I've seen in my whole fucking life."

Joe leaned against him and nodded.  "Yeah, a lot of my family comes from
that same narrow minded way of life.  You have to take control and say fuck
them, do what is best for you.  Well, so to speak."

Snake shrugged.  "Oh, I ain't afraid of jail.  I did a stupid, stupid thing
and I wouldn't blame John is he knocks my teeth out when he sees me this
weekend.  Okay, too late for that."  Joe covers his smirk.  "And even if I
get through this without jail, I don't think I want to go back to being a
cop in a place where people don't value people.  I don't know what they
fear.  I think that confused me when I was a kid and realized I was
sprouting boners in the locker room because I was around other men.  Oh
man, I have a long way to go."

"Maybe.  No matter what, these guys will still support you.  If you get
sent to jail, they figure you will pay your time and will be there as
friends down the road."

"I'm not sure that would have happened with my family, or will happen."
"Sounds like you have to put them in the past.  Hey, Tank, Sam and Bruce
want to talk with you in the den.  I guess let you know what they've found
out so far."

Snake sighed and Joe felt him tremble.  "Nothing can be as bad as what they
did to me in Chicago.  Funny, for some reason, I don't want to disappoint
these men."

"You won't."  Joe let his hand trail down Snake's back as the big man
walked away and headed for the den.  Sam, Tank and Bruce were inside
sitting in the big comfortable chairs chatting when Snake walked into the
warm inviting room."

"Joe said you wanted to see me."

Sam waved him in.  "Yeah, come in please."  Snake walked in and before the
three of them could say anything the man was out of his clothes and stood
before them naked.  "Snake?"

"I am putting everything I am into your hands.  I've seen more humanity
from people in one day today than I've seen my whole life.  I can't be more
humble to you than to stand before you naked and at your mercy."

Bruce got up and walked over to him.  "When you described what they did to
you, I wasn't sure I understood or grasped the results."  He fondled the
man's bloated cock.  "Does this hurt you?"

"No, in fact it's sorta numb.  I can't tell for sure when I have a hardon
or feel the sensation I used to feel, uh, except when you do that."  Bruce
had run his finger over the piss slit and the PA.

"Oops, sorry, force of habit, works for Steve too."  He let out a short
sigh.  "Sam and I have been on the phone a lot today and so has Tank.
There's a lot that has to happen next week.  We want you to know that
no..."

The door opened behind them and all four men looked to see who had entered.
John quietly closed the door and walked toward Snake using his one crutch
to support his leg still in a half cast.  They could all hear Snake
swallow.  He fell to his knees as John walked up to him, tears silently
rolled down his face.  "I broke your leg?"

John frowned as the other three men snickered.  "No, uh, I broke it when I
fell over a hill fucking Buzz, long story.  Shut up you guys."  Snake
looked up with a totally confused and pained look on his face.  "Stand up."
The man humbly stood before his fellow police officer and turned as the man
examined his body.  John finished by holding his chin and asking him to
open his mouth. He slowly shook his head and let out a long low sigh.

"I'm sorry man."

Snake tilted his head and took a slight step back.  "What?  You're
apologizing to me, you didn't do anything, I mean..."

"I'm sorry for what these crazy fuckin' assholes did to you.  You and me
have a bit of talking to do to heal the wounds between us, but fuck.  Buzz
and me, and Tank and Harley have a master slave relationship but we would
never, never in a million years do this to our men.  Even if they asked.  I
couldn't even if he asked me to.  Okay, the tats are sorta cool and the
nipple rings but dude, what the fuck did they do to your meat.  Oh and okay
your nuts are hot too.  Tank and Sam called me a couple of times today to
tell me what these guys had done to you.  I was more than a little confused
and pissed actually.  I mean, if anything, after it happened I should have
been the one to punch your teeth out, but I gotta move on."

"John, I can't tell you how sorry I am and what a huge fucking ass I am for
doing this.  I don't know if I can ever make it up to you and I understand
if you don't want to forgive me."

It was John's turn to look confused.  Bruce waved him to a chair.  "We were
about to talk things over with Snake when you arrived.  Snake, uh, you can
put your pants on and have a seat.  I think you may be surprised by what
has transpired.  John we weren't sure you would get here tonight."

"Buzz had a late afternoon appointment so we couldn't leave as soon as we
wanted.  Uh, Snake, Buzz is outside.  You may have more of an issue with
him than me."

"Understood."

Bruce pulled out a legal pad and took a deep breath.  "Snake, there are a
lot of details to work through.  First, John here has decided to not press
charges."  Snake was obviously shocked and speechless.

John was sitting next to him and put his hand on his knee.  "I had decided
that based on things we had learned from Al and Jim."

"Those are the two cops who helped me get away?"

Bruce pursed his lips.  "Yeah but for the sake of their safety back in
Chicago, we don't know that, ya kno?" Snake shook his head.  "Your buddies
weren't charged either and are back working on the force but under
administrative duties for the length of one year.  They haven't said a word
to your family.  In fact, they really don't know you're here."

Sam leaned forward.  "You, Bruce and I will be going to DC on Monday to
meet with the powers there to present a plan for you.  John is not pressing
charges but the district isn't so happy.  This is the deal.  You may have
to spend one night in jail while we work out all details.  You will be on
probation for two years and under the control more or less of Tank.  And by
control I don't mean sexually."  Sam shot a look at Tank who smiled.

"Hey, can I help I think he's hot now?"  Sam rolled his eyes.

"The authorities have agreed to let you have your bike back.  We'll be
hauling it in Bruce's truck cause we are going down to your apartment to
close out your lease, pack up the stuff you want and bringing you back
here.  Anything you don't need or want will be given to Goodwill.  I
understand you have a pickup too and Tank and one of his men will be going
along to drive that back.  We can't let you drive until you've obtained a
PA License.  Okay so far?"  Snake shook his head.  "You are pretty much
giving up your police job, sorry, neither city would let you back as a cop
right now."  Snake looked crushed.

Tank cleared his throat.  "Instead you will be coming back here and working
for Harley and me.  We understand you have some construction skills and we
need help.  I can't offer you the money you were making as a cop but it
will be decent."

"You're going to pay me?"

"Of course.  And we can provide you with a small apartment over the other
garage where we store equipment.  Over where Cesar and LJ have a house
about a mile from here."  Snake's eyes lit up.  "Yeah, I thought you'd like
that."

Bruce looked at Tank and back at Harley "Oh?  Anyway.  There are some other
legal details we need to work out next week, plus they want us to arrange
for some, uh, anger counseling for you and a probation officer connection
up here.  Any questions?"  Snake shook his head no.

Sam looked around the room.  "A couple of things we need to do tomorrow.
Tank set up a doctor's appointment for you for a complete physical keeping
in mind everything you've been through.  We hope for your sake you get a
clean bill of health, but we need to be prepared for anything that comes
back, you understand?  Good.  And next week, Harley is taking you to his
dentist to get some dentures fitted.  As hot as a blowjob may be to some in
your current state, it's not the best for you.  Oh and tomorrow, be
prepared, the doctor is also going to try to drain some of that fluid out
of your dick.  The thinking is whatever they used would eventually be
absorbed by your body and not be a problem, but we'd rather it be gone if
possible."

"Wow, I'll get back a normal dick."

Tank waved his hand.  "Welllll, it may still be a bit bigger than before
but it won't look like a mini-blimp.  And I think someone will be happier
that it will be, um, bite sized shall I say?"

Sam sat back.  "You okay with everything?"  Snake shook with tears as he
thanked the men.  "You okay with everything John?"

"Yeah, I'm good.  Snake and I can work through things.  Buzz on the other
hand."

"I will do whatever it takes.  I'll be his fuck slave the rest of my life,
just ask."

"He may take you up on that." The three men went over a few more details
with Snake who couldn't thank them enough.  He hugged and kissed all three
then turned to John who held out his arms.  "Don't squeeze.  The ribs you
did break and they are still a bit sore."  He walked out of the room with
Snake and walked back to the great room to confront Buzz.  Snake took Buzz
aside and talked with him for nearly an hour until Andy went to pull them
back for dessert.

John waited for Buzz.  "You and Snake okay?"

"Getting there.  I really do think the man is genuinely sorry about all
this.  It's bizarre how being forced into being a sex slave, prostitute
doesn't seem quite descriptive enough, for this, anyway, it made him face a
lot of self issues.  And boy am I glad my family wasn't like his."

John's eyes got wide.  "Oh yeah, just wait until your brother shows up with
his little fuck buddies and your dad with a boyfriend on his arm."

Buzz laughed.  "Oh we may be a tad dysfunctional but we don't preach hate
and fear the unknown. Or misunderstanding."

John pulled him tight in a bearhug.  "You are going to get so lucky
tonight."

"I'm lucky every night."

The group of men snarfed down the rich, dense cake and told Snake the story
of John and Buzz fucking on the side of the road on their way back from DC
with many embellishments.  John just let it happen promising payback at
another time.  Sam, Joe, Bruce, Steve, John and Buzz headed back to the
cabin as Header and Andy loaded the last of the night's dishes into the
dishwasher.  Tank stretched, threw his arm around Harley and patted his
ass.  "Time for beddy bye sweetcheeks."  Cesar and LJ giggled and looked
guiltily at each other.

Tank shook his head.  "It don't matter to me boys but you need to ask him.
Snake, these two want to drag you home for a night of debauchery in their
bed, you up for that?"  Snake opened his mouth to answer but Tank cut him
off.  "He's up for it, don't you boys break him.  And have him back here
first thing.  WE have a big day at the doctor's tomorrow."

LJ saluted Tank. "Yes sir."

"And Snake, don't let them do anything you don't want to do.  I think you
should make LJ sit on that bigass dick a' yorn."

"Oh, I don't think it would..."

"HA, you kidding.  We lost a fence post last week and I'ma still bettin'
it's up there.  Did you check Cesar?'

"What?  I ain't putting my hand up there, are you nuts?"

Tank smirked.  "Go fuck make babies."

The next morning a very tired and somewhat bent over Joe quietly made
coffee at the cabin kitchen.  Buzz walk down from the upstairs dorm in his
underwear looking very much like he had a sleepless night.

"You too?"

Joe leaned against a kitchen cabinet.  "I don't know what it is about
chocolate but it really revs Sam's engine.  I thought the man would never
stop fucking me."

"John too.  I'm not going to live to see 25 if he keeps this up."

Steve bounced down the steps already showered and dressed for the day.
"Hey buckos, rough night?"

Buzz looked at him in disbelief.  "You of all people should be walking bow
legged.  I mean we've seen what's hanging between Bruce's' legs."

"Uh, it gets easier with age.  I've learned I can get little naps when he
feels like drilling for oil."

Joe stared at the coffee pot.  "Hurry up dammit.  You are kidding aren't
you?"

"Sort of.  I can't explain how I make it work but he gets what he needs, I
get what I need and I don't wake up looking like you two.  You going hiking
over at the park with us today?"

Joe closed his eyes and sighed.  "Ask me in an hour."

Tank had just stepped out of the shower when he heard Cesar, LJ and Snake
in the kitchen talking with Harley.  He pulled on his favourite pair of
worn jeans that showed off his package to its best and walked out.  Harley
was till looking a bit worn out but improving.  LJ looked beat.

"Uh oh, too much party."

Cesar shook his partner's shoulder.  "No, he's just sulking cause it didn't
fit."

"Oh now that's something I didn't expect to hear."

LJ sat up indignantly.  "Fuck you and besides it's not from not trying.  It
hurt Snake too much."

Snake shrugged his shoulders.  "Who knew trying to fuck with this bloated
beast would hurt so much?"

Tank poured himself a cup of coffee.  "Well, we have to be at the doctor's
in an hour so let's hope he can offer some relief."

LJ perked up.  "So, if the doc can drain it, bad pun, sorry, will he be
able to play?"

Tank rolled his eyes.  "What, you can't give the poor man a couple of days
to get a normal sized dick back?  Cesar didn't keep you busy before?"

Cesar stood up to head out to the truck.  "Oh Cesar more than got what he
needed, but, well, um, let's just say there was another bond with the Snake
man here.  LJ, let's go.  Harley, you going over to the Wells' site today?"

"Yeah, just filling my thermos and starting another pot for caffeine freak
here.  Be there in a few."  He tightened the lid on his thermos, started
the next pot brewing and turned to hug Tank. "Did you tell Sam not to go
food shopping for dinner and you know big meal stuff?"

"Ooo, no, I better do that.  You home at the regular time today?"

"Maybe a little early, depends.  I'll call you."  He kissed Tank, teased
him for being an old man, picked up his thermos and helmet and headed
toward the garage.  He stopped to kiss Snake.  "It gets better give it
time."

Tank poured Snake a mug of coffee and sat across from him at the counter.
"You okay?"

An emotional Snake fought to control his emotions.  "Yeah.  Last night was
the first time two, TWO, men asked me to share their bed because they
wanted to be with me.  Not because I was the neighbourhood fuckhole."

"That should feel good."

"It does, but I still seem to feel like I should be in a sling somewhere
getting gang banged by 20 men."

Tank took a deep breath.  "That's why the DC people feel you should be in
counseling too.  It's one thing to work out the whole anger thing from what
happened with John.  This being forced into being a whore is another set of
issues on another level."  "Is whore different than pig?"

Tank giggled.  "Cesar calling LJ a pig again?  Yeah, I think you choose to
be piggy about sex and play with multiple men.  Big difference if you are
forced to suck dicks while someone makes money off it.  I better hit the
can and finish getting dressed.  We have about a 30 minutes drive to get
there, want to stop for breakfast?"

"Sure.  I showered over there but want to change shirts.  I don't have any
money though."

"I'll take it out in trade later."  Snake smiled.  "Go.  Change."

Sam was busy scrambling eggs when his cell rang.  "Hey Tank.  What?
Really?  Who decided that.  Huh, Joe know?  That little shit."

Bruce sat at the kitchen table studying his notes from the night before.
"What did Joe do now?"

Sam slowly turned and pointed the spatula at him.  "You, are no more
innocent.  Seems all the food for the weekend was handled?  Steve and Matt
contacted everyone, including Joe, about picking up the tab to feed this
crowd."

"Yeah so?  Surprise!"  Bruce shrugged and sipped his coffee.  "Seems like a
good idea.  You pick up the tab on a lot of stuff, they were trying to
help."

Sam walked over with a plate piled high with eggs and bacon.  "I seem to
recall you picked up the tab before."

"Yeah and again so?  Sam, you and Joe have people at your house all the
time, you go out of your way to help people, you do things for people
without being asked, we wanted to help.  How much of this P-town trip are
you picking up?"

"That has nothing to do with it.  Eat your breakfast, no wait stand up."
Bruce reluctantly stood and faced the slightly taller man.  Sam pressed
their shirtless chests together, slid his hand behind Bruce's head and laid
into him with a deep long kiss.  "I love you guys that's why I do it."

"Could I have my fillings back?  Gees, no wonder Joey's in a fog half the
time.  And we love you so consider it a random act of kindness."  Right on
cue, Joe walked into the kitchen in shorts and shirtless.  "You're partner
here just tried to suck out my tonsils, and I don't have any."

Joe giggled.  "Kissed ya huh?  Yeah, it has that effect.  Curls my toes and
straightens my pubes."

Sam scooped out a plate of food for Joe.  "You don't have any pubes shave
boy.  Come here."  Bruce waved his legal pad.  "Guard your tonsils."

Steve heard the laughter outside where he had been sitting by the creek
sipping his morning coffee.  "Hey if there's random kissing going on here,
I need some."  Sam gladly obliged.  He started another huge pan of eggs as
John and Buzz reappeared from the front porch.  John quickly pushed Buzz in
front to get a kiss from Sam.

"IIIIIII don't know Sam.  Last time you kissed me I was missing my wisdom
teeth."  Sam, his eyes closed to narrow slits, grabbed the big cop, placed
a hand on either side of his face and gently kissed him, longer, and
longer.  When he broke it off, John looked longingly back at Buzz.

"Could we at least have breakfast before you fuck me again?  I need my
strength.  "Something about the trip up here to the woods and cabin that
revs your motor cop pig."

Steve lifted his fork.  "Aren't cop and pig synonymous?"

Buzz shook his head.  "I mean pig in a sexual sense.  Believe me, cast and
bandages have not slowed him down."

"Wait till they come off in two weeks."

Buzz sighed and whimpered.  "Help me.  Does Goodyear do retreads."

Joe mumbled through a mouth full of food.  "Not on that ass buddy."  Sam
had been about to say something but decided it was better to just scramble
eggs.  The six men discussed the occurrences of the previous evening, the
list of things that had to be done next week and how Buzz was handling and
coping with Snake being there.

Buzz poured himself another cup of coffee.  "Other than I still need to
work through a few things in my head about his attacking my boyfriend, I'm
okay.  You put that aside and he's rather hot and attractive but lord, what
the helllllll did they do to that man's dick?  Good grief!  I know a lot of
men are into those pump gadgets but what they did is just grotesque.
Bigger is not better in this case.  The poor man, even if he gets stiff,
can't do anything with it. The PA is sorta cool.  But his shaft is so big
you can't fuck...anyone... with why are you all giggling?"

John smiled slyly.  "What about his nuts?'

Buzz blushed.  "Oh damn, those are hot.  I have a thing for big balls."
All heads turned toward John.

"I'm blessed, what can I say?  And besides, ain't no one here shy, you've
all seen me bare assed nekkid.  Buzz does a commendable job on my boys."

Buzz beamed ear to ear.  "My dad would be so proud.  My big mouth is
finally good for something."

Tank had a list of errands to run while Snake was in with the doctor.  He
still had to wait 30 minutes before Snake reappeared from the examining
rooms.  He was a bit pale and wobbly but in generally good spirits.
"Everything go all right?"

"What?  With Baron von Dracula?  Or Vampirella?  They took enough blood for
an army of tests.  And then there's this?"  Snake pointed at his crotch.
"You ever had anyone squeeze saline out of your dick?"

"Can't says as I have."

"Believe me it ain't like a good hand-job.  He managed to get a lot of gunk
outta it.  I'm not a squeamish person but I couldn't watch after a while
and was getting a bit sick.  He said it would be a few days before it more
or less was back to being semi-normal."

"Semi?"

"Well, I have my normal length back, it's a bit thicker than it used to be
but it looks like a Char-pei."  Tank stifled his laughing.  "It was a truly
fucking weird experience sir."

"I don't doubt son, but sorta funny.  So, you're saying that maybe now LJ
can sit on it?"

"Yeah, not right away, I have some stitches but it's almost fucking size
again.  I never thought in a bazillion years I'd have a conversation about
my dick with someone.  Oh, and, Tank, I am, I uh, um, well, shit I need to
talk about Cesar and LJ."

"Sure. I need to make another stop on the way home.  We can talk in the
truck.  Then the guys are coming over for a workout so we need to head back
home.  You confused about something?'

"Everything."

Sam and his friends came over to join Tank and Snake for a workout at 1:30.
Buzz and John also came along even though John was still not allowed to do
anything in the gym.  He enjoyed standing on the sidelines and coaching
Buzz.  And fondling between sets.  The effect on Buzz was a lot of slapping
of John's hand and tugging on his shorts to adjust his swelling dick.  At
one point he backed away from John and bumped straight into Snake who had
been weighing in on his every word and action.

Buzz snapped around.  "Oh man, I'm sorry, I didn't hurt anything did I.
You did go and you know."

"Have my hose drained, yeppers?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Uh the stitches hurt a bit but compared to what I had before, I'm happy.
It looks a little bit like a strangled chicken but it will get better."
Buzz shivered at the thought of stitches in his dick but got right back to
working out.  A two-hour workout was interrupted when Harley and the rest
of the guys arrived and joined in for their session.  John headed upstairs
to relax in the great room while the first shift spent some time in the
sauna.  Snake was the only one in shorts.  After an increasingly loud round
of throat clearing, he finally stood up and dropped his shorts.  "There,
you happy now."

A collective response of wow was followed by some close examinations and
congratulations. Tank rubbed his beefy butt.  "Never in a million years did
you think you'd be having your dick examined by a bunch of gay men, eh?"

Snake thought a moment.  "Actually it was a fantasy but one I was afraid to
try."

Harley rubbed his finger over Snakes PA and piss slit.  "Oh look, it's
getting stiff."

Sam rubbed Snake's shoulder.  "And so soon after the birth.  You almost
have your figure back."

Snake rolled his eyes.  "You guys are so weird...sirs."  The group, with
the exception of Tank and Harley, headed for the communal shower.  Snake
hid his reduced dick from Cesar and LJ's sight when they looked over from
working out.  Being in a hot steamy shower with five big beefy muscular
hyper masculine men finally had the long awaited effect on Snake.  His dick
stood out fully erect and throbbed.

Joe glanced down as it swung close to his thigh.  "It seems to be back in
working order."

Snake frowned.  "Yeah but I wanted to keep it a secret form Cesar and LJ
until later. Now it won't go down.  Looking at all you guys and those
absofuckinglutely huge horse cocks on Bruce and Sam, it won't relax."  Joe
motioned the universal jackoff sign.  "I can't.  Stitches.  I have to
wait."

Buzz walked over and grinned.  "Well then, plan B.  He slid his wet arm
around Snake and played with his right nipple.  His right hand slid in
between the hard round asscheeks and found the target.  "A little of this."
Snake moaned as Buzz's fingers slid deep into his ass.  "And
right...there."  He found Snake's quick release spot very quickly and
massaged it for a few minutes. They witnessed thick ropes of man cream
shoot across the shower and quickly run down the drain."

Sam threw his arm over Joe.  "We either need to get a drink or..."

"Drink first."  Buzz and Snake remained behind in the shower.

Snake quietly looked deep into Buzz's dark eyes.  "You forgiven me a bit?"
"Yeah.  We have a ways to go but I'm better.  You aren't nearly the asshole
I thought you'd be."

Snake hugged him.  "I'm trying so hard not to be but man do I have a lot to
learn and catchi...uh oh."  Both men looked down as Snake's cock stiffened
a bit.

Buzz pinched the head.  "I am not standing here all night finger fucking
you, come on we need to help with dinner."  He quickly twisted off the hot
water soaking Snake in a sharp blast of cold.  "That'll help.  Besides I
coulda lost my whole hand up there."

Snake shivered in the cold mist.  He slowly nodded his head.  "Yeah, you
could."  Both men escaped upstairs before the second workout crew hit the
showers.

The rest of the gang began arriving from Pittsburgh by late afternoon.  The
arrangements for food were handled by Matt and the other Steve through
Pete's catering company.  Joe ducked out to meet them at the campground at
four.  By six, everyone was there except Steve and Matt.  They arrived a
few minutes after six in Steve's big Dodge with two dogs bouncing in the
back.  Ken and Bill had been there for an hour with Doober who was
anxiously awaiting the arrival of his two doggie buds.

Sam stood on the side porch with Ken and scratched his head.  "Did they get
a second dog?"

"No, that's Angie.  She belongs to Ben the new guy he hired.  Ben is on a
bike run and would have had to cancel when his dog sitter backed out.  But
we said we would watch her for the weekend.  She's a really good dog, gets
along well with Sam, uh, Jr. and Doober, doesn't beg people food and will
happily sleep with the other two."

"Oh, no problem, she'll just add to the general mayhem.  And how lucky can
a dog be to be at a campsite among this many gay men?  Sam Jr.?"  Ken
smiled.

"And again, who's the friend of Gary's?"

"That's Jack.  He'll be going to school with Gary but right now he's being
fuck buddies with Ron, cause Gary and Tim are still playing."

Sam sighed.  "Every time we do this the group gets bigger.  There's Jack,
and Kevin, and now Snake."

Bill walked up and slid his arm around Ken.  "And everyone seems to have a
connection somehow and a reason for finding their way here.  Kharma."

Sam furrowed his brow.  "More like carma, we are going to be cramped for
parking.  Maybe we should put the bikes up along the north side and pull
the smaller cars over there."

Ken laughed.  "Uh, we may need to explain that for tomorrow, right now it
would be total confusion to try to move vehicles."

Tank walked over with a big pitcher of margaritas and a straw.  "Ah, this
is perfect.  Something cold to drink, the smell of ribs grilling,
half-crazed, half nekkid men, can't get better.  I gotta find Snake, you
seen him?"

Sam pointed toward the far side of the out door pavilion.  "He was over
there with Cesar and LJ.  There something happening there?"

Tank tilted his head and smiled.  "I think so, we may have another
threesome here soon.  Speaking of which where Pete's and those two hooligan
friends of mine.  I'm hungry."

"They're setting up the line."

"Ooo, good.  SNAKE!"

Sam rolled his eyes and laughed.  "Is Tank a bit drunk?"

Ken watched the big man weave his way through the crowd.  "I don't think
so.  I think he's just having a good time.  And here come Brian and Thad in
a big rental truck."

Tank grabbed Snake by the elbow and pulled him aside.  "Forgot to tell you.
Harley moved your dentist appointment to tomorrow morning.  So you need to
be back from Cesar and LJ's by 9:30."

"No problem sir.  They brought their stuff and are staying at your place."

"Oh, then you need to tell whoever is fucking you at 9 AM that we need to
get you fitted for your chompers.  Speaking of which, didn't someone just
say that?  Oh I did.  Shit I ain't even finished my first pitcher.  Anywho,
how you going to handle dinner?"

"Well sir, this is the first food that's made me damn near wet my pants in
weeks.  I can slice the meet off the bone and potato and macaroni salad
aren't a problem.  Pete's creaming some corn for me and well, I'll manage.
But I do have one problem sir?"

"What's that?"

"I can't for the life of me remember names."

"Well, as long as you remember them two standing over there grinning like
two sex-starved mutts, that's all that matters right now."

"Thank you sir.  I hope I can make Cesar and LJ happy."

Tank pulled the man to him.  "Son, I've learned over the years and
especially with these guys that when it's right, it's right.  I'll wager
you a chance at that beefy butt o' yours, that before too long you're going
to be in the midst of two fine men."

"That would make me really, ow, ow, damn."

"What?"

"My dick just stiffened and the stitches just pricked me."

"They pricked your prick.  That's a good one.  You use that cream on your
back and butt."  Snake nodded.  "Good."  SLAP!  "That's a damned fine ass.
Well, now I'm horny, gotta go find Harley."

Within minutes, the men que'd up in the serving line and began sorting into
groups to eat.  Camping and folding chairs were brought out of vehicles,
blankets were tossed on the ground and suddenly the noise abated.  Even the
dogs settled down to relax a while.  No one in the group was shy so seconds
and thirds were met with understanding and enthusiasm.  Tank and Snake had
stocked one of Tank's trucks with coolers and drinks to everyone's liking.
It took about an hour and a half but soon men were lounging against their
buds in the afterglow of campfires, torches and way too much food.

Spence hustled back and forth to get whatever Zeke wanted.  The teens were
honest and didn't try to drink until the adults promised them one drink
each.  Bear and Tony figured out the sound system and had some quiet music
going.

Joe snuggled against Sam wiggling his butt to get the big cock to stiffen.
"Stop that, I know what you're trying to do.  So Tank, can we do the usual
and get the guys divided into groups if they want to workout or run or
swim?"

"Oh sure, what ever you want.  But we had another suggestion we'd like to
offer up.  We have a volleyball court over behind the cottage where Header
and Andy live.  You can't see it from the main house, pretty secluded.
Needs to be."

Tim, Jack, Gary and Ron all chimed up with teenage enthusiasm.  "Oh cool
volleyball."

Tank waved his hand from side to side.  "Not so fast young bucks.  We play
it a bit differently."

Gary got a sly look on his face.  "In the nude?"

Tank nodded his head once.  "Yep and one more thing we been working on all
week.  We play it in a pit of muuuuuuuuuuud.  Sticky, gooey, chilly, squish
between your toes, coat your balls, mat your pubes, exceptin' those who are
shaved, mud."  A collective ooooooo went up from the men.  "But, no mud for
you stitches boy."  Pointing toward Snake.  "And you wild man, in the words
of Ms. Griffin's mom."  He got up and wandered over to Zeke.  "I ain't
pullin' no gawd damn, son of a bitchin' wheelchair from the mud.  Peter,
Paul and all of the apostles."  Zeke frowned.  "Gawd damn. We're gonna make
you the ref and dip you before the game."  He held his arm out and Zeke
pulled himself up.  "You okay with that?"

"Do I get to fuck the winners?"

"After the games.  No sex in the mud.  We don't want no floaties spoiling
the pristine prime mud we been workin' on.  Sound good to everyone?"

A cheer went up from the group.  The silliness started another round of
eating from the huge chow line.  Sam laughed as Tank came back over to sit
down.  "Tank, you are one crazy old man."

"Harley here's the one reminded me about mud volleyball.  We haven't had
enough gay men here to really make it interesting in a long time.  Course
the hard part will be getting them to play seriously.  Throw a bunch of
nekkid muscleheads in a mud pit and well, let me just say again, no
floaties."

The rest of the evening went by very quickly as men wandered off to claim
their bunks and privacy for the night.  The teens decided to make the most
of it and had brought camping gear.  They set-up what amounted to a canvas
Taj Mahal off to one corner and were soon stripped to their underwear and
giggling away inside.

Matt and Steve were busy packaging leftovers for tomorrow's lunch.  "Make's
you wonder what's going on in there?"

Matt looked up at Steve and shot him an evil grin.  "Somehow, I don't think
they're sitting around reading Archie comics and wondering about Betty and
Veronica."

Swede and Scott walked up with containers of beans, salads and chips.  "Who
are you calling Betty and Veronica?"

Steve shook his head no. "We're wondering what all the giggling is from the
boys' tent."

Scott sighed.  "Oh you silly white folks, always giggle about sex.  If I
was in there with those four boys, did you fucking see how much muscle is
on those teenagers?  What the hell are they eating?  There's more muscle
there than I thought possible at that age.  Anyway, it would be like a sex
holiday to be four gay young men in a tent away on a weekend with a bunch
of men who don't care they're fucking each other senseless."

Swede helped Matt pack foil wrapped ribs in a big plastic container.  "I
always giggle when we have sex."

Steve looked up with a big wide grin as Scott nodded slowly.  "Sadly, it's
true, the man has a ticklish butthole.  But I ain't gonna stop, nope.  Bet
I could tickle his kidneys if I tried hard enough.

Matt grimaced.  "Okay, enough.  I'm going to sprout major wood if we keep
talking like this."

Steve hugged him from behind and cupped his large hands over Matt's furry
pecs.  "That's the whole reason we like weekend here at the cabin.  We not
only get to talk about it but we get to have sex all weekend in the middle
of a bunch of equally sexy men."  He ran his tongue down the back of Matt's
neck and bit his right shoulder.  Scott reached down and groped Matt's
basket."

"Yep, we have achieved erect and bent and probably painful status."  Matt
only moaned.

Kevin was helping Sam and Joe store the grills and chairs in case it rained
overnight.  "Sam, this is beyond what I expected when Gus told me about it.
It's a fucking homo heaven."

"Glad you like it.  We think it's fun."

"How in the world did you find it?  I mean when Gus said cabin and said all
these guys would be here, I figured we'd drag along camping gear but it's
like a small lodge.  And you still have areas for tents.  This is super."

"I lucked on it through a web search first.  The fact that we made all
these wonderful friends with Tank and his buds only makes it that much
better."

"Gus was explaining all the connections."

"That is a bit spooky and I think there's another one brewing."

"Oh who?"

"Well, look over there.  It's hard to tell in the campfire and torchlight
but look at Snake and LJ.  Think if Snake didn't have his head shaved."

"I'll be damned.  They look very similar, still."

"No really study it when you get a chance in daylight.  The eyes, the
mouth.  I have to ask Tank because I am embarrassed to say I don't know
LJ's last name.  Hmmm, but Tank does.  Hey, before I forget.  Some of us
are getting up early and going for a run, you guys want to join us?"

"Uh, yeah, I think we'd be up for that.  But it depends because I was sorta
hoping I could trap Gus into being the bottom tonight.  I think he wants to
but like I said, I have to put aside my own needs to have that big daddy on
top and do him."

"You have to make father happy."

Kevin drifted away in thought.  "Oh I agree.  Thanks for giving us one of
the bedrooms.  We, uh, tend to be a bit loud and are working on it.  I
think that's why Tim and his buds are outside in the tent.  That and they
can have four way sex.  Who's in the other tents?"

Sam looked up.  "Uh, Tony and Bear are over there. Ken and Bill are in that
one.  They have that big tent so they have room for the dogs." Sam smiled.
"I don't think I ever went to a family reunion that goes as smoothly as
weekends with these guys."

Kevin shivered.  "I know I haven't."  Gus walked over and whispered in
Kevin's ear.  "Excuse us, duty calls."

Joe tilted his head.  "That was polite.  I'd just say, we're going off to
fuck now."

Sam slapped his butt.  "Yes you would.  And we will, go get ready."  Joe
gave him a quick kiss, twisted his nipples for effect and wandered off.'

Sam walked over to Tank with the last of the food and put it in the back of
the truck.  "That's it, should get us through lunch tomorrow."

"Good planning.  So the guys who want to run said they will be over here at
7:30.  Don't count me in that group."

"How are the knees?"

"Not good.  Can't squat at the gym for shit."

"Well, we allllllllllllll slllllllllloooooooooow down sooner or later."
Tank stuck his tongue out.  "You'll need that for Harley later."

"Don't think so.  I got a piece before we came over and we're both wasted
tired."

"Hey, stupid question.  What's LJ's last name?"

"Saunders, and I'm checking."  Tank looked for Snake.  "Harley and I
questioned not only the names but the resemblance.  I don't think they've
noticed."

"You using the same group I used before?"  Tank nodded.  "How quickly?"

"Maybe by Monday or sooner if the records are readily available.  Oh,
Harley moved Snake's dental appointment to tomorrow, so he won't be running
either and I think he regrets that."

"Oh well, from what I've been seeing, he'll get a workout tonight
elsewhere."

Tank leaned against his truck.  "We have ourselves another little
partnership three way about to happen.  I think those guys are hooked."

"Happens fast with this clan."

"Sure does buddy.  Hey, we're taking off, thanks for the fun night.
Tomorrow will be a hoot.  Love ya."  Tank grabbed Sam in his big arms and
hugged him close.  He watched as Tank's entourage of trucks and bikes
worked its way down the dark driveway.  The camp was quiet except for the
obvious sounds of male on male sex coming from the three tents.

He locked the outside pavilion and wandered in to find Joe ready and
waiting in bed.  "Do I have time to shower?"  Joe nodded.

"Make it quick.  I need me some."  Sam returned a few minutes later to find
Joe asleep on his stomach, a pillow under him to raise his butt and a post
it note stuck to his ass saying, wake me up.  Sam carefully got down,
pulled apart the deep muscle butt and pushed his face deep between his
prizes.  Joe groaned as Sam's tongue forced its way into the hot boy.

Sam made a slight face.  "We used the unflavored lube, ick."  His cock was
already rock hard in anticipation.  He straddled his boy and placed his
cock against the warm crevice and pushed.  It very slowly slid deeply in as
Joe moaned even louder.

"Oh Daddy, yeah, all of it.  Oh fuck."  Sam bit along the back of Joe's
neck and along the broad shoulders as he concentrated to pump his cock into
the warm hole as slowly as possible.  They may have had sex twice that day
but it didn't diminish his desire for Joe any.  The heat of his need washed
over him.  His arms slid under and around Joe.  The young man pushed up as
Sam pushed in slowly increasing speed.  He found Joe's pierced nipples and
played. Joe's breath caught but became almost one long moan.

The two men rocked away until they became aware of sex noise increasing in
intensity in the bedroom upstairs.  Sam slowed his pace.  "Sounds like Gus
and Kev are enjoying themselves."  Joe just groaned.  Sam picked up his
pace again and realized from the squeaking of the floor upstairs that he
was pumping in unison with the twosome.  Joe sighed.  "Not sure I can hold
on as long as those two."

Suddenly a voice echoed.  "Oh fuck yeah, fuck me Danny, fuck, slam my ass."

Sam stifled his laugh in Joe's shoulder as Joe buried his face in a pillow.
"Uh, I guess Gus finally got to be bottom."  Sam picked up his fuck rate
and a few minutes later flipped Joe onto his back to jack off his boy as he
unloaded deep into his lover.  He slurped up Joe's thick cream and snuggled
in against him as the start of round two came from upstairs.

Joe sighed sleepily.  "Do you think the rest of the guys up there heard
that?"

Sam spooned against Joe's hot naked body.  "Uh, maybe.  I tend to think
they were all too busy doing their own thing or having a mass fuckfest to
care."  Joe mumbled and dozed off.

Sam was up early to make coffee only to find Tim already in the kitchen.
Coffee was brewing and he was busily cutting up fresh fruit as a snack for
the troops before the run.  Sam hugged his shoulders.  "Thanks for starting
the coffee.  How'd you boys sleep?"

"Sleep?"  Tim looked up with a wide grin across his face.  "We got a couple
of hours but were pretty much one big lump.  And don't ask for details we
all took turns.

"Equal opportunity."

"Yes sir, although, gotta tell ya, Jack loves to get fucked.  Gotta watch
him like a hawk."

"Well, some of the guys probably won't try anything cause of the age
thing."

"Oh that doesn't mean a thing to Jack.  I think he and Ron will miss each
other come fall, but Gary will more than rise to the occasion.  And
speaking of rising.  Guess My Dad gave up his cherry to Kevin last night?"

"You heard that?"

Tim sighed and shook his head.  "They heard it in the next county.  I keep
telling my Dad, inside fuck voice, inside Dad."  Sam laughed and rubbed
Tim's butt.

"Your Dad really does love you boys.  I hope this isn't making any of your
brothers uncomfortable."

"Oh no.  They love the fact that he's found himself.  And because it's
Kevin, or Danny as Dad calls him, they like that even better.  They all
like Kevin."  Several of the troops began filing down the stairs or inside
from their tents as the smell of coffee filled the cabin and camp.  A few
already had on their running shorts, many were naked.  Kevin and Gus were
the last down to the applause of the crowd.

Kevin buried his face in Gus's shoulder.  "Oh this is embarrassing."

Buzz wasn't about to let it go.  "I hope you plan to make an honest man out
of my father?"

"What and marry him?"

"Nah, I was thinking more along the lines of a t-shirt that said Bottom
Boy."  Gus grabbed Buzz in a head hold and hugged him close.  "Oh gawd, I'm
being hugged by my father and he's naked, ewwwwwww."

"Shaddup, you love it."

"How do you know?"

"Your dick's hard."

"Dammit."

The other runners from Tank's compound arrived a few minutes later with the
exception of Tank, Snake and LJ.  John, Bear and Bruce were the only ones
not to run from Sam's camp.  It looked like a track club worming it's way
along the country roads as the men set out on a five mile trail led by
Header and Andy.

Bruce at 55 was careful how much he pushed his knees and had already run
his limit for the week.  Bear didn't think he could yet do five miles.
John fidgeted because he was bored not being able to workout or run.  They
decided instead to take the dogs for a nice walk.  The runner's were back
before they returned with the dogs that ran from man to man slurping salty
legs.  A breakfast crew formed and within minutes set out mound of eggs,
bacon, fruit and more.  The anticipation of the mud volleyball was
building.  At eleven, groups started to pack up clothes and things they
would need and head for Tank's.  The big man was expected back with Snake
from the dentist by noon.  LJ went along for company.

They arrived back to a driveway full of bikes, trucks and cars and the
sounds of men working out, swimming or just lounging until the volleyball
festivities could begin.  The teens set about organizing teams.  They were
joining forces with Harley, Joe, Ken, Swede, Header, Brian and Buzz
against, Sam, Tank, Bruce, Steve, Steve, Matt, Bill, Scott, and LJ.  Snake,
Cesar, Pete, Tony, Bear, Gus, Spence, Thad, Carlos and Kevin would make up
another team.  Andy and Zeke were line judges.  John wrapped his casts in
plastic, stripped down and climbed into a second high chair to be
scorekeeper.  Rob was fighting a cold and manned the hose for anyone
needing a quick scrubbing.  Header and Andy had connected it to the shower
lines in the basement so it wasn't freezing cold.

Tank explained the rules of the game.  "Now we don't want to leave anyone
out of the fun, so guys, toss your targets."  Spence and Bear grabbed Zeke
and dragged him screaming into the mud.  Header and Pete did likewise with
Andy.  All six men emerged covered head to toe.  Pete brought out wooden
deck chairs for the two men hoping to avoid getting Zeke's electric chair
zapped.  "It's official, let the turmoil begin."

John blew a whistle and the first teams took to the mud pit.  The four
teenagers took to it immediately and dove in headfirst coming up a brown
slimy mess.  Within minutes it was obvious that these teams were taking it
seriously with the "old men" beating the young upstarts by a point after a
hard fought battles.  The teams took a few minutes to rest as the third
group warmed up more or less in the mud.  John sounded another whistle
almost swallowing it from laughing.  The second game began between the
"middle men' and the `young upstarts.'

Tank stood on the sidelines laughing with his teammates when he heard a
chime.  "Uh oh, that's the doorbell.  Had it put in so we knew if someone
came in while we were out here.  He walked over to a cabinet on the back of
the men's cottage and opened a door to reveal a CCT security system.  A
tall, attractive, nicely built man stood at the front door waiting
patiently.  In the background behind the other vehicles was a dark gray
Crown Vic.  Tank frowned.  He pressed a button.  "May I help you?"

The handsome man in dark glasses looked directly into the camera and
smiled.  "I'm Officer Dodds from the DC Police Department.  I'm here about
a Mr. Saunders."

"UH, our understanding was that it was okay if we brought him to DC on
Monday."

"It is sir but they sent me to confirm he is who you say and to be within
close proximity for the duration of the weekend."

Tank smiled and thought to himself.  "Snake wouldn't mind that close
proximity."

"Okay, well, if you go to the side of the garage, there's a gate and I will
buzz you past.  Come around to the back of the house, past the pool and
yard and around the little cottage at the back of the yard.  We're in the
back playing volleyball.  You'll hear us."  The man got a confused look on
his face but nodded.  A minute later Tank saw him on the camera at the side
gate and buzzed him through.  He turned to Rob and had him hose off his
head and hands. The man walked around the back of the house and stopped.
It took him a minute to realize the volleyball players were naked, then a
slow smile spread across his face.  "Hello, I'm Joe Tankersley, Tank for
short."  The man shook his hand paying no attention to the mud covered arm.
So, you're looking for Snake, that's what we call him.  He's over there,
the one in the mud."

Dodds laughed and shook his head.  "Do I get another clue?"

"He has the tats."

"Again."

"He has the really big nuts."  Dodds studied the men.  "This group, second
row, middle man."

"Bingo.  "I'm pulling your leg.  You ain't taking him in are you?"

The two men made eye contact.  "No sir, just here to observe if I may all
weekend.  I'll try not to be in the way."

"Well, unless you have a change of clothes or don't mind getting covered in
mud, you probably need to shuck those jeans and join us."

The man hesitated.  "I'm technically on duty, on assignment, you know."

"Do you think it matters a fuck to me?"

"No sir."

"Well, then get naked, grab a beer and relax.  They're a couple of points
from ending this game and I'll introduce you to Snake.  Uh, you also
realize, or maybe you don't, this here's all gay men."

"Um, they knew that might be the case, so...uh,...that's why...they sent
me.  Did no one call you?"

"No, but I haven't checked my phone for a couple of hours.  You a mo?"  The
man dropped his head and laughed.  He bit his lip and shook his head.
"Well, then get naked and relax.  We ain't going nowheres till Monday.  The
man stepped to the back and carefully undressed.  Several mud men watched
as he revealed a lean, muscular athletic body.  He turned back and smiled
at Tank.  "You want a beer?"

He gestured.  "I'm on duty."

"Fuck like anyone cares here.  Game just ended."  They watched as the men
lined up to shake hands, falling in the mud as they tried to walk, many
grabbing butts and dicks.  "Well, let me introduce you.  Uh,
everyone...guys...LADIES!  Fuck you're a rowdy group.  This here is officer
Dodds of the DC Police, here to keep an eye on Snake.  Don't worry bud, he
aint' taking you in.  And guys, believe it or not, even though he ain't
covered in mud, he's a mo like us."  Dodds laughed.  "And not bad I might
add.  Hmm, let me see."

Tank groped Dodds' cock and balls and left them mud covered and wet.  "Not
bad and I'm betting, oh yeah, looky it's a big un."  Dodds blushed several
shades of red but smiled at they joke at his expense.

"Hi guys.  I'm really just here to keep an eye so to speak on Snake.
Although, I can't tell him right now, oh there, big nuts."  Snake looked
down and covered his balls.  "Sorry buddy, I know a man with big nuts when
I see him."  A loud `ooooo' went up from the crowd.  "Oh he's gonna fit in
just fine here. Except."  Tank gave him a shove and he fell backwards into
the mud.  "Now he fits in."  Snake was the first over to help him.

"You really aren't going to take me in are you?"

"Uh no. These guys are nuts.  I'm basically just to confirm you are the
right person and to make sure you get to DC on Monday."

"So you can just hang out and relax with us and you know, play volleyball
if you want, have a drink."

"Uh, I really am on duty."

Tank walked back over.  "Stop with that duty bullshit, have a beer."  He
handed the man a bottle and waited.  A slow smile spread over the man's
face as he lifted it to his lips and sucked some down.  "That's better.
Careful though, you could end up in the sling."  Dodds looked around at all
the mud-covered men and back at Snake and Tank.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."  Tank grinned and went off to find
Sam and Bruce.  Dodds and Snake talked a few minutes.  Snake relaxed and
was convinced that the man was there as an emissary.  Bill decided he
needed to give his legs a break and Dodds jumped at the chance to replace
him in the mud pit.

The games went on for another hour and a half with the insufferable young
upstarts winning the whole shebang.

Buzz was a little to eager to rub it in.  He fell victim to a flying tackle
by his own father.  Gus and Buzz were trying to mud wrestle but were
laughing so hard Sam thought they might drown.  Tim offered to help and
threw himself into the wrestling.  Snake stepped to the side to help Buzz
but was told by Sam it was just some horsing around between a father and
his sons.  Snake looked at the three men writhing in the mud.  "Gus is
really their for real Dad."

Sam nodded.  "Yep, a trio of `mo's."  Snake laughed and was about to walk
away when Buzz said not so fast, grabbed his ankle and toppled him backward
into the brown wet pit.  Sam shook his head.  "Okay, we start cleaning up
the rest of this bunch, leave them for last."

Rob hosed people down enough so they could get drinks and relax.  The sun
was baking the mud to a shell consistency so that by the time most of them
were ready to head to the shower, a good portion had dried and fallen off.

Harley directed them around the perimeter of the property where they had
once again converted the garage into a big shower.  The place was filled
with dirty men trying to get clean.  Everyone helping to soap everyone
else.  Stiff cocks were everywhere and fingers helped with buttholes for
nearly everyone. Harley handed out towels and Header collected them when
they got to the pool.  Laundry would take hours to complete.

Leftovers were pulled out and lunch set up on tables outside.  Harley
produced several bottles of sunscreen and stirred up another round of sun
lubing.  More than one butt hole was protected. Dodds never flinched when
Snake rubbed sunscreen on his back and butt.

"You're a little on the blond side."

"So Snake, why do you have plastic on your dick?"

"Oh, I have stitches."  He peeled back the medical tape holding the plastic
in place and uncovered his dick.  "This would hurt if I had pubes right now
sir.  Didn't want to get mud on my stitches."

Dodds looked down and then slowly examined the long cock.  "I read about
this in the report."

"It's still not back to normal but much better than it was."

"I've read about a lot of kinky stuff but don't think I would ever inject
anything into anyone's dick."  LJ walked over and slid his arm around
Snake.

"He's been through some pretty weird shit but he and John seem to be making
their piece.  Uh, peace."

"John the guy who?"

Snake nodded.  "Yeah, he's the guy with the casts over there."  Dodds
blinked.  "Yeah, pretty weird huh?  I can't apologize enough but he's the
bigger man."

Dodds glanced down.  "Not necessarily."

LJ snorted.  "I can't believe all these gay cops.  It's like you're coming
out of the woodwork, no pun intended."

Dodds spasmed in laughter.  "Yeah, my partner says that all the time."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I have a partner back in DC, been together seven years."

"What would he say about all of this?"

"Oh, he'd be right in there playing with the rest of you.  We play together
but not separately, well, on occasion."  LJ and Snake looked at each other.
"I think he'd like this group."

"So you can stay here?"

"I have a room at a motel about 15 minutes from here, in fact, I still need
to check in."

Tank walked up behind and snuggled against his firm butt.  "No you don't.
Give me the name and I'll cancel it.  You can bunk with these boys."

"Oh thank you sir but I'm on..."

"Don't even say you're on duty.  Ain't seen too many naked cops with
hardons standing around like this before."  Dodds blushed as he realized
his cock was swinging straight out in front.

"Call your mate and square it away.  We'll be back in a couple.  Guys, come
into the office please.  You can come too Dodds.  You know you're a bit
skinny but carry a lot of muscle. Do you pass out when you get hard?"
Harley went pale when he heard the question.

Dodds laughed.  He patted Harley's shoulder.  "He's funny.  And no, I
don't.  I'm usually the one getting fucked."  All of the men stopped.

LJ nodded to Snake.  "Good information to file away."

The group of naked men followed Tank back to his office and shivered as the
a/c hit.  Tank picked up several papers on his desk and looked them over.
"So guys, Snake, LJ.  DO you look in the mirror at all?"

Both shrugged.  "Not much."

Snake looked away.  "Not a whole lot right now."

"I didn't mean that in a mean spirited way Snake sorry.  Cesar?"

"Well, I noticed they look a bit alike."

"You see anything Dodds?"

The officer looked at both men and blinked several times.  "Hmmm, well
Snake, if you didn't have the shaved head right now, you and LJ bear a
pretty close resemblance."

Tank nodded his acknowledgment to the young cop.  "Thank you sir.  Cousins
do often have some resemblance."  Both men blinked and looked at each
other.  "According to the records I had this firm search, you guys are
cousins.  They did a super turnaround time on this search. But I'm betting
you haven't seen LJ's father since you were a tiny kid.  The guy spoke to
your father Snake as part of the investigation.  Sorry, Dodds, we sorta
lied on that."

"Has nothing to actually do with his case so I don't care."

"Seem LJ, you're father left the clan in the south, not that clan, at least
I don't think.  Uh, he didn't like the whole church thing so he left, and
has never been back."

LJ shook his head.  "No, I've never been further south than Maryland."

Snake hugged LJ to his naked frame.  "So does this mean we can't..."

"Doesn't mean a damn thing `cept you probably shouldn't have babies.  You
can fuck yourselves silly for all it matters.  Just Sam and I thought it
might be nice if you found out you had a relative here Snake.  Make it more
like home for you."

"Thanks. I need to thank Sam."  The three men hugged and held on tightly.

Tank turned to the young cop.  "Come on Dodds, I'll buy you a beer."

He looked at Tank and smiled.  "You and Joe?"

"Related.  Come on, we'll tell you the whole story. Oh and if you play your
cards right, you can be at the bottom of the heap of three men in there.
They'll drown in their own drool if you don't stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Looking so damned edible."

Dodds followed the big man and was shown a chair next to Sam.  Sam and Joe
spent an hour telling the cop about their friends, the relationships and
the almost spiritual nature in which many of them came to the group.  Steve
rounded up several of the guys to head back to the campground and get
dinner organized.  Dodds was reluctant to leave his patrol car behind.  Rob
and Carlos offered to ride with some else to eliminate one truck.  Pete
doubled with Header on his bike and Tank and Joe opted for bikes instead of
a truck.

The teens offered to ride with Dodds but were disappointed when he told
them he couldn't cuff them.  Jack chimed up.  "Not even for play?"

"How old are you?"

It was another evening of good old-fashioned campground food.  The men,
even those who always carefully watched what they ate gave in to
temptation.  The food crew cleaned up after the main meal to give everyone
a chance to digest their three helpings before dessert.  The Steve's were
about to bring out dessert when a loud clap of thunder silenced the whole
camp.  Sam held out his hand as a drop hit it.  "Okay men, plenty of room
inside.  Everyone stow equipment, grab whatever needs to go inside and
let's hustle.  Most of the camp was cleared before the rain hit.  Steve and
Matt were the last one's in carrying the last of the blankets.  They were
soaked to the bone.  Matt's shorts clung to his beefy muscle butt showing
it off to its perfection.

Thad stared openly.  "That is one perfect butt.  You Matt, are blessed."

Steve hugged his partner.  "Nah, I'm the one that's blessed."

Matt smiled.  "And don't you forget it."  He grabbed a towel and dabbed his
skin.  "We need to get into some dry clothes."  Thirty minutes later they
reappeared in jeans and oversized shirts.

Ken handed them plates for dessert.  "What took so long?"

Steve blushed.  "It was tough pealing off wet clothes."

"You were only wearing shorts and shoes."

"Hey, what are you a stickler for details?"

Sam had a fire going in the fireplace and everyone snuggled in to nooks and
crannies.  It was 11:00 before Tank started to round up his crew to head
home.  "Funny, how we can all sit around and shoot the breeze and never
once miss TV.  You doing breakfast over here again tomorrow morning?"

"Unless it's still raining, then we need a plan B."  Sam was stretched out
in a corner of one of the sofas.

"Would that be me and Harley's?"  Sam nodded.  "Okay, we'll watch the
weather.  Later men.  Come on Dodds, these three ain't gonna wait all
night."

Bruce watched the crew through the light rain head out on bikes and trucks.
"My money is on some hot shower sex when they get home."

Swede leaned against Scott.  "Like they would worry about hot water?"

Dodds carried in his duffle and looked around quietly.  Harley pointed him
down the hallway.  "Don't think you have any voice in this.  The other
three are in the big room at the end of the hall on the left.  Everything
you need is in the bathroom."  The young cop gave him a questioning glance.
"Everything?"

Dodds pushed open the door and was met by three hot naked men.  They had
him stripped and erect in three minutes.  It wasn't just sex among four
men.  It felt really warm and welcoming.  Snake took his hand and led him
to the bathroom.  "I can't fuck anyone until the stitches are healed and
out so I volunteered to be bottom.  I prefer it."

"You seem very at peace with all of this?"  Snake thought about it for a
few seconds.

"Sometimes the best things come from our biggest mistakes.  This is the
best thing for me and I am convinced of it.  Let me help you.  Dodds turned
his back so Snake could help clean him.  He was gentle and loving and
respectful.  They wrapped their arms around each other and lustfully
pressed their lips together.  "And no matter, I expect you to fuck me
tonight."  Dodds opened his mouth to speak.  "Don't.  Duty doesn't apply
right now."

LJ thought it was fair odds, three of them against Dodds.  Cesar and LJ
started with his nipples.  Snake showed him just what a blowjob by a man
without teeth could be.  The four of them rolled around on the big king
bed, sucking hard cocks, kissing passionately, working nipples, tongue
fucking butts and pushing Snake over the edge.  The man was fucked by all
of them and begged for more.  His servitude of kneeling before multiple men
was no challenge for the three of them.  Dodds became concerned only when
Cesar flipped him over to fuck him.  His lover had a nice long cock that he
loved to ride.  Cesar had a nice long thick cock that opened him up and
left him pleading for more.  LJ obliged by shoving his cock deep into his
throat.  Snake settled for another load from the cop's dick.  It was three
hours of exhausting, manx4 sex.  They finally fell asleep around three AM.
He heard movement in the kitchen around eight and slid out from among the
others.

Harley was pouring water for coffee.  He looked at the beaten man and
smiled.  "Okay, one pot for the out of town cop.  You all right."

Dodds put his arms around Harley's waist and hugged him close.  "Mmmmm, you
bet.  I love my partner but that was more than just hot fucking sex.  Those
three men have a deep connection.  I don't think a word was said the whole
time.  It's like they've rehearsed this their whole lives.  It doesn't get
any better than that."

"Except maybe for this." Tank surprised him and hugged him from behind.
"Do I get a chance?"

"Oh fuck, but be gentle.  Cesar and LJ ripped me a new one last night,
twice I think." Tank looked him in the tired eyes.  He pushed him forward
and studied his butthole.

"A bit worn I'd say.  Go get yourself a shower then find Harley.  He's got
some cream that will help you otherwise, you ain't going to be sitting much
today."  Dodds plodded back to the bedroom just in time to share the shower
with his bed partners.  Snake coaxed another load from each of them before
they dried off.  He located his bag and pulled on a fresh T-shirt.  Fuck
decorum and duty.  This group didn't care if he was buck-naked.  He clipped
his badge to his nipple ring, picked up a pair of shorts and wandered back
to find Harley.  The young man bent him over and carefully applied a
soothing ointment.  His fingers worked their way in slowly.  "I thought
this was external application only?"

"Uh uh."

"Are you guys, all of you including the group at the cabin always this warm
and loving?  I mean, I have buds but none who genuinely seem to care as
much about each other as all of you do."

"Always."  Dodds kissed him and pulled up his shorts.

"Maybe my partner and I will need to rethink our move to Florida.  The jobs
may not be worth it if we don't have a community of friends like this."

"You can always come back here.  Door is always open."

"Thanks.

The rain had finally stopped about five AM.  The dogs starting nudging Ken
to go out about six.  He slipped on his workboots, unzipped the tent and
watched them run to the far side of the campground and just into the trees
to do their business.  He stepped out and stretched.  Sam and Tank knew how
to plan a campsite. Lots of mulch, solid raised areas for tents and limited
places where three crazy wild dogs could find mud.  He watched them as they
sniffed every tree and stump.

"Good morning."  Bear had heard the dogs and wandered out of their tent.
"Too much of always getting up early for work. I'm wide-awake.  Tony's
better at sleeping in on weekends than I am."

"Yeah, me too.  Although, we got a bit of exercise in before nodding off."

"Helps with sleeping.  You okay?  You've been a little quiet."  Bear
watched the tired sad eyes.

"Oh, a lot on my mind."

Ken sighed, stretched a bit, tugged absently on his dick and shrugged.
"You got a recall letter didn't you?"  Ken looked up amazed.  "A couple of
our co-workers got them.  Not sure what they're going to do.  They don't
want to go back."

"Me neither.  I have a psych appointment this week hoping they will decide
I am not stable enough to send back."

"Hope it works, not that I think you're unstable."

"I'm practicing my slightly crazy-eyed look."  "What did Bill have to say?"

"Haven't told him?  I can't stand the thought of having to leave and what
if something happens?  Things are so right for us and now this bullshit."
He sobbed and Bear pulled him close in the damp, foggy morning air.  Dogs
swirled around their legs.

"Ken, it'll be okay."  Both men turned to find Bill standing behind them.

"You know about the letter?"

"Yeah, you didn't exactly hide it and when I saw the return address I
almost snapped on the spot.  We'll do what ever we have to so that you
don't go back."  He slipped his arms over the two men and hugged.  "All of
us together can surely come up with something."

Bear rubbed their shoulders.  "I'm going to go keep Tony warm.  I'll keep
my fingers crossed that they realize you're a psycho bitch."  Ken chuckled
and turned to face into Bill's chest.  Steve and Matt came along a few
minutes later and found the two men still sitting on an upturned tree trunk
with the three dogs waiting patiently.  Matt put their food bowls down and
petted them.

Steve looked at Bill.  "You know about the recall?"  Bill nodded.  "Guess
we hold on tightly until we figure out what we can do."  He held his arm
out for Matt as the four of them clung together.  "Sam thinks Harley got
one too."  Ken sucked in a sharp breath and silently sobbed.

Breakfast was a little later than usual for the rowdy crew.  The camp was
once again packed with shirtless men scarfing down loads of eggs, bacon,
cheese and or some great Mexican versions Rob, Carlos and Cesar showed the
guys.  The sun finally burned through the fog and quickly raised the temp
to the roasting stage.

A bunch of the men decided to hike a ways up the creek and tube back to the
cabin where the water was wider and they could sit and float.  Others
settled in on the front porch of the cabin or on the banks and simply
enjoyed the summer day.  Spence didn't want Zeke to be left out and carried
him piggyback the mile upstream.  All the time he complained about the
stiff cock poking him in the back.  And all the time Zeke would only say,
didn't bother you last night.

The teens carted along bottles of sunscreen and bug repellent.  They were
more than happy to volunteer to smear it on their friends.  Tim smiled
smugly as he let his hands wander over Gus' broad back and down to his ass
crack.

"Ain't no sunshine going to get in there."

"Bugs can and we wouldn't want Kev to find any."

"That's no way for a son to be scoring a cheap feel of his Dad's ass."
Dodds watched and smiled as Jack did his back.  The young man's hands slid
around to the lean firm pecs and rubbed.  "Um, normally I could do that
myself but, damn.  Uh, how old are you?"

"I'll be 18 next month."

"WHAT?  Oh gawd."  Snake slid a slippery hand down Dodds' backside as Jack
slid a sunscreen covered hand around the man's cock.  "You're too young.
Snake stop.  Don't."

Jack giggled.  "Snake he said don't stop."

"I wasn't about to."

Dodds was soon writhing between the two men.  Sam and Joe walked idly by to
get to the water.  "Is that the proper way to apply sunscreen?"

"Given that he borrowed what has to be one of the smallest swimsuits I have
ever seen from Harley, he better protect his dick."

"What's the UV protection of cum?"

"I don't know Sam.  Remind me to search online for that later.  Shall we?"
They threw their big inner tubes out into the creek just as Dodds mumbled
`fuck' then sighed.  "Which way did that shoot?"

Jack splashed by them.  "Not a drop was wasted."

Sam frowned.  "You know you shouldn't swim so soon after eating."

The flotilla of muscle heads in tubes slowly floated downstream.  The creek
was still fairly clear even after the rain the night before.  It was only a
few inches deeper from the run off and in most places was only waist deep
at least on Swede.

As they got to the widening in the stream by the cabin, a group of men lay
on the bank face down and naked.

Matt laughed.  "Oh, BUTT this must be where we dock."

It was mid afternoon before any of the group started to gather their stuff
for the drive back to Pittsburgh.  It had been a valiant attempt but there
were still leftovers from the night before that didn't get eaten for lunch.
Andy and Pete packaged them up to take back to Tank's.  "Must be the high
swimsuit season. Everyone's watching their weight."

Pete carted a box of food to his truck.  "Around here it's more like the
swimsuit-less season."  By five, Sam closed up the cabin.  He was staying
to make the trip to DC with Snake.  Joe hugged him and threw his leg over
his bike.  Snake walked over to thank him.  "No need to thank me.  There's
a reason you ended up here.  Maybe we don't know it all now but we will.
See you soon.  Good luck."

Sam hugged him close and inhaled his scent.  "You stay with the other guys
and travel together.  You still sorta have your training wheels on this
bike."  Joe smiled, blushed a bit and hugged him again.

Steve hitched a ride back with one of the other cars so Bruce could keep
the truck to haul Snake's bike.  They decided it would be easier if they
all stayed at Tank's and got an early start in the morning.  An hour after
they left, John and Buzz returned.

"I know they said I don't have to be there tomorrow but I want to be
available.  You know, to argue for Snake if he needs me to."  Snake looked
at John but could only open and close his mouth.  "Ah speechless, the way I
like my men."

Pete and Header pulled together a quick dinner for everyone later Sunday
evening.  The day had gotten oppressively hotter which made eating by the
pool the perfect choice.  Even though they felt things would go the way
they had negotiated, the men discussed options of what to do if a monkey
wrench got thrown into the mix.

Header, Andy and Pete said their goodnights and walked back to their cabin.
Bruce, Sam, John and Buzz settled into various guestrooms.  Tank and Harley
were cleaning up the last few things in the kitchen when LJ, Cesar, Snake
and Dodds walked into the kitchen.

"I'm assuming you boys are spending the night here with Snake.  Dodds, we
still have another room if you uh."

"I have to be up really early to head back to DC.  A few details to which I
need to attend."

Cesar rubbed his shoulders.  "That's okay.  We all need to be up early too.
We'll set the alarm to be sure you have plenty of time.  Come on."  The
four men wandered back down the hall arms wrapped around each other, hands
squeezing butts.

Harley sat at the counter and slipped his hand into Tank's.  "I have the
big coffee pot on the timer to start brewing really early.  Andy packed
bagels for you and a bag for Bruce and Sam.  Oh and Chris."

"Chris?"

"Yeah, Dodds."

"He has a first name?"  Harley smiled.  "Yes he does.  He's a sweetheart.
Hope his little play time here doesn't get him into trouble."

"No one here's going to rat on him.  And he is a damned good man.  Hope
Florida works for him and his partner."

"I have all his contact info so we can stay in touch."  Tank nodded.  "I
know things will be all right but why do I feel sad?"

Tank took a deep breath and sighed.  "We won't breathe easier until after
all court proceedings are finished.  Let's go to bed pup.  I'm whooped."
The big house was oddly quiet after a weekend's activities.

Morning

Officer Dodds walked out of the back hallway to the smell of coffee brewing
and the noise coming softly from the kitchen.  Tank was busily prepping
quick breakfast choices for everyone.  The big man was fully dressed which
struck Dodds as odd after the weekend they had just experienced.  He was in
snug jeans, a basic pullover with his company logo stretched over the left
chest, clean way too shiny workboots and his ever-present big grin.

He looked at Dodds in his police uniform and whistled softly.  "Knowing
what's under that makes it that much sexier.  Good morning."  The two men
kissed like old friends.  "Coffee?"

"Please.  You have any to go cups."  Tank pointed to three large thermos
containers on the end of the counter.

"I'll fill them before we leave.  It's not a long drive from here but it's
very early.  Snake up?"  Dodds nodded.  "Good, thought we'd have to pry you
boys apart."

"We were pretty low key.  Snake's going to be all right with those two."
Tank smiled and clinked his mug against Dodds'.

"I have some quick eggs and bacon if you want.  Andy has a bagel and stuff
for you to take along over there."  Dodds scarfed down breakfast and
sighed.

"I need to hit the road.  Couple of things I need to do before I meet you
at the judge's chamber at nine."  Tank handed him a thermos and hugged him.
"Give Harley a big kiss for me.  You guys are pretty terrific.  I hope we
get to meet before I head to Florida."

"We will.  Drive safely."  Dodds was no sooner down the drive than Snake
appeared with two very weary men stumbling behind them.  "I see you brought
the living dead.  Coffee is over there.  Here come the rest."

Thirty minutes later Harley, LJ and Cesar watched Bruce and Sam climbed
into Bruce's big Ford and head out.  John followed with Buzz in the
Charger.  Tank pulled around with one of the company vans and met Snake.
"You guys have all the cell numbers.  We'll call you after the hearing.  If
all goes well, we hope to get outta DC by midday and head south to Snake's
place.  We'll do what we can and should be back here by the end of the
week.  Maybe Thursday evening.  Love you men."

Harley stood between LJ and Cesar.  LJ kicked a small pebble in the
driveway.  "Why do I feel so weird?"

Harley nodded.  "It's going to be a long week."

Officer Dodds met them at nine outside the judge's chamber who was handling
Snake's case.  He was beaming ear to ear as he hugged all the men.  Snake
visibly trembled as they walked into the outer room.  Sam squeezed his
forearm.  "We'll be right here waiting, no need to worry."  Chris stuck his
head out of the inner office and motioned Snake toward the door.  Bruce
followed him with all of his paperwork.

Dodds turned back around.  "No, the judge wants all of you in here."  The
men confusedly shuffled into the large office.  The judge had plenty of
chairs along the wall and indicated for them to sit.  Snake stood quietly
before him.

"Police Officer Saunders.  Snake?"

"Michael sir."

The judge looked at the array of men seated along the wall.  "Quite a
support group you have here.  Some pretty impressive work done by Attorney
Davidson, a very comprehensive work and rehab plan from Mr. Tankersley and
Dr. Chambers."  Snake looked up.  "Sam, big guy back there.  Dr. Okay one
of them big guys.  Officer Sullivan would you step forward."  John hobbled
out on his cast.  "Officer Dodds has given me quite a report on this whole
situation.  It takes a pretty big man to sustain these injuries and not
press charges.  Broken leg aside."  The judge glanced at John then Buzz.
"Technically, you never saw this man's face since you were blind folded.
Yet, he confessed everything.  Enough to put him in jail for awhile."
Snake stiffened.  "Oh hell, long story short, you're a damned lucky man
Michael to have fallen into this much shit and come out smelling this
clean.  My assistant and Officer Dodds can go over all the details with
you.  I am relinquishing you to the custody and insane security from what I
hear of these men.  Keep, your damned nose clean."

Snake looked around.  "Thank you sir, thank you so much."  The group filed
into another room where Dodds and a court assistant gave them all details
and directions in writing.  The judge walked in and looked around.

"Gotta tell you Saunders.  When we can, we do a pretty thorough check on
anyone presenting a case for someone coming before this court.  These three
men, Davidson, Chambers and Tankersley, have pretty damned impressive
backgrounds.  You step out of line and these three will make you get back
in step.  Gentlemen, I hope we cross paths again out side these courts.
I'd like to spend time chatting with all of you.  But well, our judicial
system is just so fucking overloaded.  Keep him under control."  He waved
and left the room.

Snake leaned against Tank.  "You heard him.  Under strict control."

"I don't think that's what he meant.  But we'll work something out."

Dodds gave them the address to pick up Snake's bike and other belongings
that were confiscated from the hotel.  He watched the men drive away and
leaned against the side of the building.  He flipped open his cell hit a
button and waited.  "Hey, yeah, I'll be home early.  Uh, question.  Do you
think Florida is where we really want to be?"

Snake and Tank loaded and secured Snake's bike in the back of Bruce's
truck.  It was dirty and dusty but turned over without a problem.  The rest
of his belongings were minimal and were loaded into John's car.  He figured
they were going to head back to Tank's.  They surprised him by saying they
were also making the trip South to help him close out his old life.

Sam looked at his watch and the maps.  "Since the hearing didn't take
nearly as long as we thought, we have time to do an actual lunch somewhere
before heading South.  Let's find someplace where we can maybe get a quick
meal.  It's between an 11 and 12 hour drive so do we try to go straight
through, or overnight somewhere?"  The vote was overnight.  "Okay, I'll get
on the phone and make reservations somewhere.  Let's go."

Snake took a deep breath and shook out his arms and legs.  Tank gave him a
confused look.  "Problem?  The hard part is over."

"Oh no sir.  If I had gotten jail time, that would be easy.  Now I have to
face my family and my totally fucked up father."


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