CONSOLATION PRIZE
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Time for me to get into position. I had about twenty seconds before the curtain would go up. Stagehands had already pushed the mule into position and tethered him in place. All I had to do was go out in my goofy hick outfit and get on that mule and be pretend-riding him when the box opened up. If it did.
When I set out to be a male model, of all the cut-rate compromises I'd expected to make, I never thought it'd be this one. Modeling powertools, maybe, or a bit part on a show that needed a male stud in a scene in a non-speaking part, sure, but this! I was one of those behind-the-scenes models they use on a game show, to set the stage and gesture at the products and such. In this case, I was part of a booby-prize!
The game was that one you saw maybe briefly in its single season's run on television, "Find the Box." In case you missed it (lucky you!), it was a mix between "Let's Make a Deal" and "Family Feud." Two families of four competed against each other and the winning team got a chance to "find the box" which was sort of a game of "Concentration," you had to mix two boxes of the same prize to win the prize. The ones who won the best prizes (per value) got to keep their prizes, the losing team was stuck choosing between two boxes, one was a pretty good prize (in this case, a washer-and-dryer combination), and the other was a gag prize. In this case, a mule, with me sitting on it to add some character. They'd "buy back" the mule for cash after the show was over, mind you, nobody had to drag the mule home with them.
If the Carver Family won, they might want the mule instead, which could be sticky! That mule was rented from an agency! The Carvers were a family of a father and three adult sons who hailed from the Ozarks. The casting agency retained to collect contestants for us had been told to try for colorful characters, which the Carvers definitely were. Big, hunky, dumb farmboys, their answers to the questions were offbeat and frequently hilarious. Like calling "possum" the kind of meat you'd use to make gumbo!
Well, I'll spare you the rest of the details, save that the Carvers did lose the game (for obvious reasons) and they did end up with the mule as their "prize." Their reaction was typical Carver. "How the heck are we going to get that mule all the way back to Missouri?"
"We'll give you a cash prize in lieu of the mule." the M.C. assured them, and I sat aboard that mule with a big grin and waving while they lowered the curtain once again. I just had time to get ready for my next appearance, in a jumpsuit, pretending to have just custom built the Jaguar which was one of the prizes in the next show. The shows were shot five at a time of course, once a week, and shown on a daily basis. It chewed up a big part of a day, and what with post-production work (some scenes had to be shot over again) it was almost nine o'clock at night when I got out of there. The things you do while waiting to be discovered as a male model! I was going to call my agent first thing tomorrow and if he didn't have some other work for me by now, I was going to shop for a new agent!
A sign of my situation, I had to walk out and wait by the side of the road for the bus. One would be by in almost a half hour, my worse luck, I'd just missed the one I usually took. I sat on the bench and settled in prepared to spend my time batting away mosquitoes and thinking about what I was going to do when I got "discovered" at last. Exotic locales, plenty of money, expensive parties where I'd meet the best and finest, and among them, the man who'd fall in love with me and take me off to live in his mansion and I'd never have to work again except when I felt like it.
I didn't even notice when the vehicle pulled up, a battered Winnebago-like vehicle. Sitting in the passenger window was one of the Carver sons. "There you are! We was wondering where you'd got to!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Come on, get in!" the elder Carver called from the driver's seat. "We got to get going!"
As if it were a sign, the door on the side of the Winnebago (it wasn't one, but I'll call it that, it was one of those mobile-homes-on-wheels, anyhow, and an old, beat-up one) flew open and the two other Carver sons jumped out and I found myself being bundled into the Winnebago, too fast to figure out what to do about it, if I'd been able to do anything at all, that is. Put one arm in the grip of a huge muscled young stud and you decide what your options are, got it? Oops, too late, you're already inside and trapped. That was how it went for me, too fast and too rough.
They'd gutted the inside of the thing, only an old mattress was lying on the floor behind the pair of seats in front. I ended up down on that mattress quick as could be.
"What the hell is this?" I demanded. "Are you kidnaping me?"
"Kidnaping, hell!" the middle son (I had the eldest and middle Carvers with me, the youngest son and father were in the front seats) retorted. "We done won you today!"
"Won me?"
"We won us the contents of that there box." the oldest son replied.
"Yes." I nodded. "The mule. You were offered cash for the mule."
"Yep. But they didn't offer us nothing for you. So we got you." the middle son finished.
I'd better give you their names, I knew them already from observing the game; I was always good with names. The father was named William, the sons were (oldest to youngest) Justin, Jefferson and Martin. Their ages were almost the only difference among them, Martin was a younger version of Jefferson and Justin who were younger copies of their father. All were over six foot in height, broadly muscled with the slightest bulge of fat at their stomach, their hair the same shade of dark brown, the faces as broad and stern as their bodies. All wore the same weathered workshirts of red plaid coupled with faded blue jeans, not faded by machinery, just washed and worn over and over and over again until they were authentically rugged.
I looked from Justin to Jefferson in dismay. "You got me? Now, just a minute here, I wasn't part of the prize!"
"You was in the box." Will, the father, declared. "So you were part of the prize all right. Shame we didn't catch you afore you took off them duds you was wearing on that mule, it would be better back for working in back in the Ozarks than what you got on now." It was still hot from the summer though autumn had already begun, I was wearing a tanktop and shorts, effective for travel on a bus on a warm night and quick to change into and out of. It showed a good bit of my body, but a male model gets used to that and some beefcake advertising never hurt, you never knew when a talent scout was nearby.
"I'm not going to the Ozarks!" I yelped! "You people didn't win me! You can't win people as a prize!"
"Why not?" Justin replied. "We won you, didn't we?"
Hard to argue with logic like that, besides, I had other problems. These two men were on their knees on either side of me at my legs and they were busy acting together to pull my tanktop off over my head.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" I yelped as it was removed over my head despite my efforts to contain it where it was.
"Got to look over our newest property." Jefferson told me. "Make sure ain't nothing wrong with it."
"There's nothing wrong with me." I fought with them over my shorts now, I was unlucky in that these shorts were held up only by elastic and a cord tie at the navel. This cord loved to untie itself at the slightest tug, or maybe they designed it that way (avoid knots) but it wasn't helping keep those shorts on my body at all. And worse luck, I wasn't wearing any underwear under that tonight (that beefcake thing again, a loose-and-swinging piece of meat inside your shorts to bulge out unexpectedly now and then to help make you look sexy.
They pulled my sneakers and socks off as they pulled off the shorts, both were loose on me as well, damn it, and I ended up buck naked on that dirty mattress in that filthy van before those two big hulks. Damn it! I covered myself ineffectually with my hands and said, "Now listen here, you guys misunderstood what you were winning in that game. I was on that mule just as a sort of prop, not part of the prize at all. If you'd watched the show better, you would have noticed me in several of the scenes, I was the one showing off that speedboat, remember, I was riding in it?"
"You want to take him first, or me?" Justin asked Jefferson.
"I'm easy, big brother." Jefferson replied. "Which end do you want? I'll take t'other."
"The other end of what?" I asked, but I was ignored.
Justin had been unbuttoning his fly, and he took out a prick that was frightening large. He then hawked a big wad of phlegm into his hand and rubbed it over the huge dong, which stiffened in his palm. "I'll break him in for you." he responded.
Jefferson was unbuttoning his own fly and took out a prod equal to the size of his older brother. "I'll let him lubricate me for when you're done with him." he said and he waddled on his knees up toward my face.
Now, I didn't need a diagram drawn for me here to know what these two were planning for me. Naked on a mattress and two hard dongs means I get stuffed from both ends, right?
So I skipped any preliminary protests and went with my next best option. "Mr. Carver? Mr. Carver, are you going to let your sons do this to me?"
"Better you than the cows or the pigs." was his laconic, uncaring response. "Only reason I agreed to pick you up was the boys said they could use a playmate on the farm."
I clung to that thread of hope as I was being pushed back onto the mattress and my legs were being lifted up and Jefferson was pushing his body around so he could sit with his knees on either side of my head. Positioning me to violate me. "But they're here in Hollywood, Mr. Carver. Lots of pretty girls here in Hollywood, and they could have their fun with one of them for just a few dollars. You got some two hundred dollars for that mule, at a guess, why don't you give it to them and let them have their fun with...."
"Those filthy whores!" Mr. Carver exploded. "Disease ridden daughters of the devil is what they are!" Amazing how he could turn almost biblical on me while his sons made ready to sodomize me at each end. "No, my sons are going to stay away from women until they get one they want to marry! Until then, they have to make do with what they can."
"Like the guy we done won at that game." Martin chipped in as he watched his older brothers taking me.
I moaned as I felt Justin's cock pushing at my ass. "So why can't they just fuck each other then. Why me?"
"Cause we own you." Martin declared finally. And Justin's hips gave a sharp shove and that huge pud of his drove into me, and I howled.
Loud as the roar of that Winnebago motor was, I didn't expect anyone to hear me. And my open mouth was an invitation for Jefferson to pull my head upwards so he could shove his own prong right into my mouth and throat. My second yell was muffled before I could get to it.
"Come on, get to sucking it." Jefferson ordered me as Justin began to hunch back and forth and I moaned. "Get it all lubed up, `cause that sore ass of yours is going to need all it can get to take my dong once Justin gets done with you."
From the rough fucking I was getting from Justin, I didn't doubt it. I complied miserably, closing my lips on it and Jefferson took that as an invitation to start thrusting at me himself.
I felt like a used piece of meat and that was how they were using me. A male model has to put up with a lot of shit in his life. Twice now I'd let my ambition put me into bed with men I wouldn't have looked at twice in a bar even if I was planning to pick up someone in there. But there, both times, it was like the kickback I was paying to get a job, advance my career, meet the people who could get me jobs. It was at least my choice, and I wasn't getting that here.
Plunging into me at mouth and ass, two hard cocks wielded by two hard brothers were ramming in and out of me with as little regard for me as if I were a half of ham they'd cut slits into and were fucking. I felt my prostate being mauled, but it didn't give me the least thrill, even as Justin began to pant and groan hard and his cock stiffened into a column of solid steel.
Martin had come back to join us, while his father continued to drive us through the darkened streets north of Hollywood. I wondered where they were taking me, I knew this was the wrong direction to travel to get back to the Ozarks, they needed to head east, take the interstate through Arizona and New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma, and from there they could hitch northeast toward Missouri.
Martin knelt down at my waist and as Justin fucked at me faster, his climax building up fast, he grabbed my cock and began to work at it. Jefferson pulled away, getting ready to take his big brother's place, and I gasped, my cock hardened, and in that first faint rise in my pleasure from this, Justin ejaculated into me.
God, the man was roaring like a bull as he unloaded a bull-sized load into my ass. I felt it like a wash of hot cream flooding into my bowels, while this huge man thrust at me hard, so hard he was slamming my buttocks with his hips at every stroke, as he drove his cock all the way into me and sprayed his spunk at every trust.
"Yeah, feel that?" Martin asked me. "Hell of a big load my big brother has. You'll be getting it every night now you're living with us."
"You can't do this to me, you can't!" I groaned.
Justin finished, panting heavily and Jefferson almost threw him aside in his eagerness. Justin fell to one side hard and Jefferson knelt down and began to aim his slimy prong at my already plugged ass. Between the spit and the jizz, he wasn't going to have any trouble penetrating me.
Martin had me up to full erection now, and he said, "Time for Jeff to get your ass now. Then it'll be my turn." His hand released me and he began to fumble at his fly. Great, now I got to suck him until his brother finished. Maybe by then, while he was fucking me, Justin would be ready for another turn. Three of them, would their father climb on when they were all done?
I moaned in despair and Martin climbed on me, but not the way I expected. While Jefferson's prick slid toward its destined date with my come-dripping asshole, he was getting into a position I'd only had with the nicer men I'd dated.
As his cock slapped at my face, Martin took my cock in his mouth and began to suck on me. I got that as Jefferson pushed his prick into me, and I felt myself again filled with hard farmboy dongs. Only now, my own dick was a part of the action.
As I was fucked again, as my prostate again got pummeled by the hard athletic thrusts of this big stud, as I was sucked on by another hunky stud, I felt true desire rising in me. And I began to suck this youngest Carver voluntarily.
"Knew he'd get into it after I fucked him hard." Justin observed, proudly but rather inaccurately. "We'll work him in the fields all day then fuck him all night. Be right handy to have about the spread."
"Yeah, he's going to work out just fine." Jefferson agreed.
I didn't care right then, I was sucking cock, willingly, for the first time this night. I gave Martin's prick all the attention it deserved and then some, I am a damned fine cocksucker when I set out to be. Jefferson hadn't gotten anything but a pair of lips from me, Martin was getting every talent I'd ever picked up in my twenty-five years of life. Martin was a bit shy of twenty at a guess, but he'd had two horny brothers to deal with all his life, no doubt, he was just as skilled at milking my man-meat.
And Jefferson was ramming me in the midst of all that. I hate to admit that his dick in my butt was a part of my pleasure, but it was, I ended up in the throes of climax well ahead of Martin. I moaned, my orgasm assaulted my brain, and then I was spurting upwards into his mouth like gangbusters. Martin was surprised, a little, but he held on and began gulping me down.
And my ass convulsed on Jefferson's pud and he gasped, groaned and exploded into me. I felt his sperm, as heavy a load as his brother's, and it boiled into me as I squirted my last jets of jizz into Martin's mouth to be swallowed eagerly and lustily.
Martin siphoned off the last of my squibs and rose from my prong, taking his away from me at the same time, and as Jefferson finished, he said, "Okay, my turn now. Let me fuck him before he gets completely worn out on us."
Jefferson gave way and Martin climbed between my legs and drove his prick into me in a manner that was almost loving. I looked up into his eyes and I saw that he intended to make me love being fucked by him as much as I'd loved being sucked.
With an orgasm behind me, I couldn't reach a second one that easy, but I did enjoy what Martin did. He fucked me and it was like being loved. Oh, it was still a dirty van with a dirtier mattress and two leering brothers jibing at the two of us with crude remarks and promises of what they planned to do the next time they chose to screw me.
I didn't care, I held onto Martin as the young stud gave me twice the loving of his two brothers, for he did it with care and with tenderness and when he began to pant harder, I reached up and gave him the best kiss my exhausted lips could manage to give him, and he held me and I held him and he spurted his jism into me, the same oversized load of his brothers, but my butt took it all and love it as it was filled to overflowing and beyond, dripping with hot white spunk of three brothers onto that dirty mattress.
"You boys finished back there?" the elder Carver asked.
"All done here, Paw." Martin agreed.
"We done broke this stallion and broke him in proper."
"Good." William nodded. "I'll get us to the campsite and we'll start back to the Ozarks first thing in the morning."
Justin sat in the seat Martin had been using and Jefferson headed for the bathroom of the Winnebago, which I guess still functioned. I was left alone with Martin on the mattress.
"You do realize you didn't win me at that game." I said to him again.
"We won what was in the box." Martin declared. "Sold the mule, but we kept what was left." He looked at me. "Or are you going to slip away on us soon as you can?" He saw the answer in my eyes from the glow of a passing truck.
"It's powerful lonesome back on the farm." He told me. "We get to town once a month, but otherwise, it's just the four of us and my Maw. Only get one television channel. If that man hadn't come through town looking for people to be on that there game show, we wouldn't have come out here at all. Didn't win enough but to pay for our trip, barely. But you come with us, we'll take care of you. You'll take care of us, too, of course."
I considered it pretty hard. I could fight my way free of these men, especially at a public campsite with plenty of spectators. That next morning, or any of several more mornings before we ended up back in the Ozarks. Fight my way back to a life of barely scraping by, living from job to job, doing things in between I wasn't proud of and never would be.
Back to that life, or a new life with three hunky studs, serving their hard dongs every night.
"Why you talking to him like that?" Justin demanded, cutting off my reverie. "We won him fair and square. He was our prize in that game. No question about it." He looked at me. "Ain't that right?"
I sighed. "Just call me your consolation prize." I said.
I could try out this new life. If it didn't work out, I'd see where life took me and work from there. Maybe with Martin, even. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me.
And the Carvers' Winnebago roared on through the night.
THE END
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