Little Big Man

LITTLE BIG MAN – a serial novel by Travis Creel

CHAPTER TEN – AN UNCOOPERATIVE GUEST

Previously: Alex is tortured with guilt, both over having raped New Mexico and by his failure to act to save his friend Alabama from the same fate at the hands of Wyoming. He and Matti have a serious discussion about responsibility in an atmosphere of limited choice, which results in a kiss, and a pair of erections. This throws Alex into turmoil, as he does not identify as gay. Soon afterwards, Rhode Island, similarly racked with guilt, shares his pain with Alex, who tries to comfort him. In the afternoon, they are required to shave one of the Bottoms – Alex denudes a Black contestant, Ohio, of all the hair on his body.

Matti and Alex have been informed that "Round Two" would begin that night, and speculate as to both what that might entail, and what their ultimate fate might be.

ALEX: TUESDAY, JUNE 7, EVENING - ATLANTIC OCEAN

Dinner was a change. The tables had been moved further apart – the port side of the room clearly labeled "TOPS" and the starboard side "BOTTOMS". Matti and I sat with Del, Rhody, and Puerto Rico. Noisy was with D.C. at the other Tops table. Alabama was across the room, as hairless as a cancer patient from head to toe, and looking just about as happy. He was commiserating with Ohio, the genial Bottom I had shaved this afternoon, and not looking in our direction.

We were served first. Our food was splendid: soup, a delicious vegetable casserole and a salad; they even gave us wine. There was a cheese plate and fruit for dessert. The Bottoms, however, got something in a bowl (soup?) and bread. For dessert, each Bottom was given a few grapes, as if it was a luxury.

And then came the moment we had been waiting for – the announcement. DeJuan Brooks took the stage.

• As we mentioned today, there is still a contest, although not for the National Little Big Man. There will be not one, but four winners – in a sense – and, while the prize is not a quarter of a million dollars, there is still something to fight for. Round One separated you into three groups – twenty-four Tops, twenty-four Bottoms, and four Eunuchs. Tonight, we begin Round Two.

• Round Two begins tonight and ends Friday at 8 p.m. The goal of Round Two is simple – to have as much sex as you can. There will be different rules each day governing the conditions by which you may have sex. Within those rules, Tops may demand sex from a Bottom at any time. The Bottom MUST submit; he does not have the right to refuse. However, you may only have sex with a given individual once in the three-day period.

• You will receive three points for anal sex, and two points for oral sex. Points are awarded only if the Top shoots his load in the Bottom's ass or mouth.

Maroons headed to our side of the room and began distributing lanyards to each of us. The lanyard held a circular button surrounded by a ring of chrome, resembling a sort of buzzer.

• After having sex, Tops must press the call button on their lanyard. An enforcer will report to the scene and inspect the Bottom. When sex has been verified, he will credit you both with the appropriate number of points, and prepare the Bottom for his next sexual encounter.

• You will compete in the same groups as in Round One – four groups of six. However, Tops may engage in sex with any of the twenty-four Bottoms as long as you have not done so before.

• Bottoms, you know the stakes – if you're last in your group at the end of Friday, it's bye-bye balls. Good news: these will be the last castrations; get past this and you're safe. You might be thinking that you have no control over your fate, since you cannot request sex from a Top. However, you CAN request it from a crew member, and he must grant your request IF he has not had an orgasm in twenty-four hours. If that crew member is one of our well-hung enforcers, and he fucks you, it's worth four points, not the usual three. But HE chooses what kind of sex you have - he might opt for a two-point blow job instead. And it's his way or you get no points at all.

• Tops, you are responsible for remembering whom you have had sex with and whom you have not. If you mistakenly engage with the same Bottom twice, you will lose points, not gain them, so pay attention to whom you fuck. Now what is your motivation for trying to win? None – you're just trying to avoid losing. The lowest-scoring member of each group as of 8:00 on Friday night will become a Bottom as of 8:01. Don't be so shocked – you were told last night that a Top would continue to be a Top in the coming days. We didn't say for how many days. Out of each group of six, one of you will be demoted. And, as we said last night: Once a Bottom, always a Bottom. Your fucking days are over, at least on this boat.

• Are there any questions? Tops only, of course.

I had lots of questions, but they weren't about to leave my lips. To my surprise, I saw a hand go up.

North Dakota, the handsome man I had seen earlier on the sun deck with Nordic features, an incredible bubble-butt ass and blond hair so light he could be a Targaryen, was the owner of that hand.

• Yes, North Dakota, what is it?

• What if there's a tie?

• Excellent question. It has happened before. In the event of a tie, the loser will be the contestant who got his points last. In other words, if A had his final sex at 3 p.m., while B had his at 5 p.m., contestant B will be the one who pays the forfeit. So, to paraphrase the old joke about voting, Fuck Early and Often.

He then ordered us directly to our cabins. I wanted to talk to Matti but didn't risk stepping out of line. I had enough to worry about, including the prospect of future Bottomhood.

An hour or so passed. I tried exiting my room and found I couldn't. Not an auspicious beginning to the Tour de Sex I was supposed to have over the next seventy-two hours. How could I Fuck Early and Often if I was locked in my cabin?

As if to answer my question, the door opened. In walked – a maroon. As mammoth as all the rest of them, this one was African-American and his nametag read "Latronius." (Latronius? Really?) He carried a small black bag which he set down on the dresser.

• Okay, here's your lube and some joy-juice. Erection medicine.

He pulled out a plastic container that held several hypodermic needles. He proceeded to show me how to safely inject it into my penis and achieve an erection, like last night.

• We could give you Viagra but it takes too long and is unreliable if you aren't stimulated. The needles take ten minutes and give you a woodie even if you aren't in the mood. A true top shouldn't need either one but - with you not used to shagging dudes – we figured we'd help out a little bit. Nice of us, ain't it?

Latronius looked at me like I was supposed to be grateful, as if he was my co-conspirator and not my captor. It was probably in my best interest if I responded with appreciation rather than the anger and resentment that was welling up inside.

• Well, thanks, this helps, Latronius. But excuse me if I'm confused. I don't see how these needles are useful if we're locked in our rooms. Does this mean we're now free to go about the ship in search of – you know, partners?

• (with a little scoffing laugh) Partners? They hardly think of themselves as partners, do they? You're best off if you don't think of them as persons at all – just asses to fuck. You want to remain a fucker, right? And not a fuckee? (grabbing my junk!) Although this is far from the biggest one on this floor, is it?

I turned red. It was true that I was not the most generously endowed of men, but that was hardly my fault.

• No, you're locked in for the night, but you might just find one of these needles useful anyhow. Turn around for a moment.

• (time to push back) Excuse me? Turn around? Why?

• Because I told you to, boy. I suggest you remember that to avoid losing this competition you need to have your sex validated. Maybe I'll be the one to show up. You want to stay on my good side. Now turn around and show me that ass.

Well that was hardly subtle. If I didn't do as he asked, he could neglect to credit me with my points and make sure I lost the competition. Which would turn me into a Bottom.

I did what he asked and turned around.

• Nice.

And then I felt his rough hands on my hips; I tensed.

• Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to burst your bubble. That's against the rules – besides, I need to save myself for some hot little Bottom who begs me to fuck him tomorrow. But it's not against the rules to cop a feel.

I sensed him squatting behind me as his hands ran over my ass.

• Very nice.

He began kneading my gluteus maximus, and then pushed my cheeks to the side.

• Let's take a peek inside. Spread your legs wide and bend forward.

My breathing quickened. Please let him be telling the truth – that he was only copping a feel and nothing more. I complied with his instructions, exposing my hole to him. I felt a finger lightly course through my crack and touch my anus. It paused there but, to my relief, did not penetrate.

• Sweet.

After slapping me on the rump, he moved away.

• You can turn around now.

I slowly turned to face him, feeling thoroughly humiliated.

• Man, Wisconsin, I wish you were a Bottom. Then I'd be free to fuck you. But you're a Top and off limits. It's a dirty shame – you've got just about the prettiest damn ass on this ship. You and North Dakota and Idaho. The guys would line up to take a poke at you, that's for sure. You'd be even more fun to gang-bang than that bastard Texas was.

I'll give Latronius this much: His assessment of Texas' personality was spot-on. And I momentarily felt a little schadenfreude at the arrogant prick's comeuppance.

• Well, now he's not so much a bastard as a bitch. As much as I'd like to add you to the notches on my belt, I'm not going to. This job pays well – and has great fringe benefits.

He grabbed his crotch to illustrate.

• I know the rules, and I stick to them. All I'm asking is for you to be nice to me. Relax – they need you to stay a virgin and if I pop your cork I'd lose my job. But be available for some close inspections, okay? I don't want to accidentally forget to credit you your points.

The Little Big Man version of the old Mafia threat: Nice ass you've got there, Wisconsin. Be a shame if something happened to it.

• I'll be back shortly with another present. Have to drop off the joy juice to a couple of your competitors. But don't be jealous. Neither one warrants the close inspection you did. You're the top of my list, boy.

And then he left.

I think I felt more alone at that moment than at any point since I had entered the boat. Here I was, locked in my cabin, deprived of clothing for over twenty-four hours, and ordered to fuck dudes in the ass or risk getting fucked in return. And now I was being pressured to "be nice" to this hulking behemoth who was itching to turn me into his personal plaything. Plus I had been gifted with a set of hypodermic needles to get me up quickly – but, the ship outside my cabin being inaccessible, had no occasion to use them.

I wanted desperately to talk to Matti.

About a half hour later, the door slid open. I saw Latronius' massive form outlined in the doorway, and sighed. Now what? Back for another feel? Or worse?

Behind him I could see a couple of well-shaved Bottoms, shackled to prevent escape (not that they would be stupid enough to try). I saw a foot belonging to a third guy just at the edges of the doorway. Latronius grabbed the owner of this foot, released him from his shackles and shoved him into my cabin.

• Here's your overnight guest. Do with him as you wish, but make sure you call us to get credit. If you do him in the mouth, don't let him swallow – we need evidence. And remember, you can only do him once.

With that the door closed and I stared at my naked visitor. A lean, brown body with a good-sized cock and Hispanic features on a handsome face which now bore more than a few marks, marks that had resulted from encounters with some of Latronius's mates.

In other words, Florida.

He glared at me as if I was his worst enemy. Which, at this moment, perhaps I was.

• Don't think you're going to fuck me.

• Jesus, Florida, what do you think you're here for? I don't want to fuck you, but I have to. You know that, we both know that. I'm assuming from what I saw out my doorway that Latronius is –

• Oh, Latronius, is it? You're on a first name basis with him?

• From what I saw, I'm assuming that all the Bottoms are getting delivered to Tops, right?

• I guess. So?

• So everyone's going to have sex tonight. That's why he brought you here. That's why he brought the others to this floor. To. Have. Sex.

• Yeah, well not me.

• What, you want to lose this contest?

• I've already lost. They clearly said that only the Tops are doing any fucking from now on. And am I a Top? No. I lost that battle because that little Hawaiian Nip used some taekwondo moves on me and cornholed me in the lounge. I'm tougher than him. I'm stronger than him. He uses some trick moves and knocks me silly and before I know it he's got his cock up my ass.

• Listen, Florida –

• One mistake. One mistake and he beats me. I could have taken him, easy. But now I'm doomed. I'm condemned. It doesn't matter what happens now, my life is over.

• Don't be silly, your life isn't –

• Like what am I supposed to do, fight back? Look at this face. That's what happens when you fight back against these enforcer guys. Well, okay, they're bigger than us, I can't fight them. But you're not bigger than me, I don't have to give in to you.

• But they'll cut off your balls!

• As if it makes a difference. You think they're ever going to let me use them? I'm no longer a man – you get fucked in the ass, you're no longer a man, they might as well take my balls.

• You don't know what's going to happen after this.

• After this? There's an `after this'?

• After Friday.

• Sure, they'll be presenting us with a room full of hot chicks and saying, `Go to it, Julio, have all the sex you want'. Yeah, Julio, that's my name, not fucking Florida. Julio.

• Well, and what about me?

• What about you?

• I don't fuck you tonight, I'm behind every other guy on this floor.

• Like that's my problem.

• So you want me to go through what you're going through now? I lose this contest, I'm a Bottom like you.

• I repeat: like that's my problem.

• Jesus, you're a self-centered bastard, Florida.

• Oh, and I suppose you want to fuck me for MY benefit.

• Well, it would help you, not hurt you.

• Tell you what – you get fucked in the ass and tell me it doesn't hurt you.

• Shit. You know what I mean. Look I know it's painful. But – I hate to say this – it looks like it's going to happen a lot.

• So I should just get used to it?

• . . . Something like that.

• Look, Wisconsin – Shit, do I have to call you Wisconsin? What's your real name?

• . . . Adam.

Yeah, I lied. We weren't supposed to use our real names, and I didn't trust this asshole. Matti knew my real name but no one else did, and I wanted to keep it that way. It was a bond that we shared, something he and I knew that no one else did.

But why I used my brother's name – I guess I need a psychiatrist to answer that.

• Adam. Look, Adam. That sonuvabitch Hawaii fucked my ass last night. I'm not letting that happen again. Not if I can help it.

• Listen, every dude on this floor is going to want your ass between now and Friday. You can't refuse everyone.

• Watch me. I'm refusing you right now. And you can't take me – I know you can't and you know you can't. Hawaii was a fluke.

• Yeah, and what if two guys team up on you? You gonna take `em both on at the same time?

• If I have to.

• And what if there's three?

• Then I guess this face will get a few more cuts on it. I'm not going down without a fight. And I tell you this: If I do get fucked again, it will be for the last time.

• Oh, yeah, how you going to accomplish that?

• I'll go over the side.

• No, you won't.

• The hell I won't.

• So why haven't you already?

• Because I haven't been fucked a second time yet.

• It's inevitable, Julio. You're going to get fucked a second time, and a third time, and probably a sixth time and a tenth time.

• . . . A tenth time? You really think so?

• Come here. Look at this. See how many hypodermic needles they gave me? They gave these to every Top on this floor. All we need to do is inject ourselves and we're hard in ten minutes. Now I don't know how many times I can shoot my load between now and Friday, but getting it up isn't going to be any problem. And every guy on this floor is going to want to use every Bottom he can. And if it takes pairing up to `convince' a guy like you to give up his ass, they'll do that. Because we don't want what happened to you to happen to us. And if you have any human decency in you, you wouldn't want that to happen to me either.

• (Long pause) I'll go over the side right now. Do the palm thing and let me out.

• You don't want to do that.

• Yeah, I do.

• Well, it doesn't matter. I can't let you out anyway. We're locked in.

• Okay, tell you what. You jack off into your hand. And then I'll stick my finger into it and rub some of it up my butt. Then you can claim you fucked me and they'll find the evidence.

• (shaking my head) It'll never work. First of all, you'd never get all my cum into your ass – they'd know I didn't shoot inside you. Second, they could probably tell that you hadn't had a penis up your ass anyway. Third, I couldn't jerk off into my hand – some of it would go all over and they'd find that and know I didn't fuck you. Fourth – they could tell when I was wearing a towel so I think they've got cameras in here.

• Then I guess we're at an impasse.

• You don't have the right to refuse me.

• (scornful laugh) The right? What do rights matter? Do you think you have any rights? So I refuse - what are you going to do about it?

• I could report you.

• If you aren't man enough to do this on your own, you think they're going to come to your rescue? They'd laugh in your face. Your pal – what's his name, Latronius?

• He's not my pal.

• Damn right he's not your pal. He's your enemy. Well, think about what you're going to say, Mister Top, when you have to admit you can't make a Bottom submit to your will. If I were them, I'd say maybe you don't deserve to be a Top. Maybe you don't deserve to have balls either.

While his argument was mostly bullshit, there was a chance that calling Latronius to rat on Florida would be counterproductive. I might just have to wait this out until morning and hope that I could get enough other fucks in before Friday to protect the virginity of my ass. I really couldn't afford to fall behind, but what alternative did I have? I didn't want to get into a fight with him – he probably COULD take me, and then what? I show up in the morning with bruises or maybe a broken nose and nothing to show for it?

Just when I had given up any hope of resolving this situation, the door to my cabin slid open and in came my Deus Ex Machina in the gargantuan form of Latronius.

• Oh, good, you haven't started yet.

There was a silence. He looked at me. I pointed at Florida.

• Ask him.

• (Florida, a bit impishly) I guess I'm not his type.

• (oh, brother) Dudes in general are not my type, but this one will do. But his feelings regarding his testicles seem somewhat remote – you might even say `detached'. And if he doesn't develop more fondness for them, I fear he will soon find them detached in a more literal sense.

Latronius looked at me with an expression that might have been amusement and might have been contempt – it's hard to combine those two attitudes in a single glance, but he managed it.

• You're saying he's not cooperating.

• That's what I'm saying.

• (to Florida) You don't have the right to refuse him, you know.

• I reminded him of that. He wasn't convinced.

All of the swagger had gone out of Florida's body language. The game had just changed, and he was no longer in control. It was two against one, now, not mano-a-mano (with Florida's physical condition giving him the upper mano) – assuming Latronius would weigh in on my side of the confrontation.

He would.

• (Latronius) Well, now, Mister Florida, you're not going to disappoint me, are you?

• (Florida) My name's Julio.

Latronius advanced toward him, picked him up bodily and shoved him hard against the wall.

• (Latronius) That may have been your name in the past, but now it's Florida. He's not even supposed to know your name – you've just violated the rules and you'll be punished for that.

• Who's not supposed to know my name? You mean Adam? Adam's not supposed to know my name? Well, guess what, Wisconsin here told me his name, so I guess we'll have to be punished together.

This time the look Latronius gave me was amusement mixed with admiration. Much more comforting.

• Nice try, Florida, but his name's not Adam. Either you're making this up or I guess he lied.

I smiled sweetly at Florida as he threw daggers at me.

• So, Florida, ordinarily I wouldn't interfere in a matter like this. But unfortunately for you, I returned to Wisconsin's cabin with the express purpose of watching him ream your sorry ass. And while you may feel – wrongly – that you can refuse him – you cannot refuse me. I am going to watch him fuck you, which means you are getting fucked. Is that clear?

Florida had one last gasp in an effort to stave off the inevitable:

• Please, Mr. Latronius. I can't get fucked. Listen, I'm a top, I should be a top, this guy Hawaii he used like illegal moves on me, it was a fluke, I'm not a faggot, okay? I'm not. I'm the one who should be doing the fucking. You want to see a show? Let me fuck Adam – whatever his name is. Wisconsin if you must.

Latronius did not loosen his grip on Florida, still holding him flat against the wall. "Go inject yourself," he said to me, and then said the words that drained any remaining color from the Bottom's face. "You're going to fuck him first."

First.

I repaired to the table where the hypodermic needles had been placed, selected one, and injected myself on either side of my penis. I was experiencing a strange cauldron of emotions: Relief that Latronius had come to my rescue. Pity for Florida, despite the enmity he clearly felt towards me. But also excitement – I realized I was looking forward to putting this guy in his place – whether sexual or not, there was triumph in the air, and I was feeling my oats. And finally, guilt over that excitement.

Perhaps it was the excitement taking over but it did not take me ten minutes to achieve an erection. I think there was more than the medication at work here. I WANTED to fuck his ass now. And having Latronius witness it only made it more of a turn-on.

Latronius was still holding Florida flush against the wall – all he needed was a single hand around the Bottom's throat to hold him in place.

• Okay, boy, this is how it's going to work. Wisconsin is going to fuck your pitiful ass. Now we can do it the easy way or the hard way. The easy way means you cooperate, you bend over nicely, and you get lube. The hard way means I break your nose or whatever I need to do to pacify you, tie you up, and he fucks you dry. You're going to need medical attention, and you probably won't get much action over the next couple of days, which means that on Saturday one of the doctors will separate you permanently from your gonads. You have your choice – the easy way or the hard way. But either way you're getting fucked.

Reality had sunk in, assisted by the tenuous hold Florida had on the process of breathing. "Easy," he rasped, and to his relief Latronius loosened the grip on his neck. "I'll cooperate."

The maroon patted Florida's cheek like he was an obedient son.

• I knew you'd see to reason. (to me) What do you say, let's do him standing up.

Latronius didn't wait for my reply, but simply wrapped his arms around Florida and twisted him around.

• Brace your arms against the wall and spread your legs. The wider you spread `em, the easier it will be on you.

Florida, defeated, complied. The maroon took the lubricant out of my hand and dipped his finger into the bottle. The vanquished Latino squirmed as he felt Latronius' thick finger poke between his exposed ass-cheeks and zero in on his hole. "Here we go," said Latronius with glee as he thrust his finger into Florida's anal cavity, and my hapless victim squirmed in discomfort as the big Black coated his rectum with lube.

• (to me) And now some on your dick.

I reached for the bottle but he held it away from me.

• No, I'm going to do this. Remember, you're going to be nice to me.

He poured some lube into his hand and then grabbed my rigid cock and lathered the gel all around it. He squeezed my cock hard, making me tingle with even greater anticipation for losing my load, and sheathed it with his hand, stroking it up and down as if he was going to jerk me off to orgasm. But he stopped after a few strokes and then wiped the excess lube into Florida's ass crack.

I looked at the open hole before me and I knew I wanted it. I approached Florida, grabbed his love handles, and positioned my cock into position, feeling him quiver as the tip of my cock nestled against his once-penetrated anus.

And then in I went, plunging in far less reluctantly than I had with New Mexico twenty-four hours earlier. He yelled out in pain and, to my surprise Latronius advised him to push back like he was trying to shit – "It'll be easier. Don't fight him." I felt Florida relax and I plunged my cock all the way into his bowels.

And proceeded to fuck him, slowly. He moaned and protested the whole way, pitifully, but, filled with anger at his arrogance when he had entered the room, I felt no remorse and it only egged me on to fuck him harder. I was so horny it didn't take long for me to come and when I dumped my load up his ass – once again it felt good.

I was starting to realize I could enjoy fucking dudes.

I pulled out of him and he collapsed onto the floor, panting.

• (Florida) That's it. I'm finished with this.

It was unclear what he meant by that – and whether he was speaking to me, Latronius, or the world in general. Latronius had his interpretation, though.

• Oh, no, you're not. You're going to take my cock now.

• No. (Part defiance, part plea).

• You don't get it, do you, Florida? You don't get to say `no'. But, all right, I won't fuck your ass.

Florida sighed a huge sigh of relief until the big black maroon added:

• I'm going to fuck your mouth.

• (with widened eyes) No, please I-

• (slapping Florida) Shut up, boy. I just told you you don't get to say `no'.

He got up and retrieved a device from his little black bag.

• This is what we call a spider gag. We use this when we have disobedient little boys who don't want to suck a man's cock. Sometimes these boys think they'll be able to stop it by biting down on that cock. This little gadget makes sure that he doesn't. (to me) Get the handcuffs out of my bag.

Cowed by the power he had over me, I ran to his bag and retrieved a pair of handcuffs.

When I returned, Latronius had forced Florida to his knees and had wrenched his arms behind his back. He reached out toward me and I handed the cuffs to him, which he affixed to the young Latino.

• (Florida) Why are you doing this to me? Why -

Which earned him another slap and a lecture.

• Now listen here, you little scumbag. I told you to shut up, so shut up. I don't want to hear another word out of you. When I put this on you, you won't be able to speak another word anyway. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth and then I'm going to leave. If I hear one more word out of you, I will leave you handcuffed and gagged and you'll stay that way until morning – and Wisconsin won't have the key. Now, do you have anything to say – and you better answer without words.

Florida shook his head.

• Good boy.

Florida was horrified at the condescending compliment.

• Open wide. (unsatisfied) Wider.

He motioned me out of the way and moved behind the Latino Bottom, wrapping the gag around his head and tightening it so that Florida's mouth was pulled open, creating an opening that wasn't wide enough for a softball, but you could probably stuff a lemon into that space.

"Nnnnnhhh," Florida said, which I interpreted as, "That's too much. Please, not so wide." As if Latronius was going to listen.

Latronius was too busy unzipping his pants. He pushed his trousers and briefs to the floor and there sprung forth a black dong larger than anything I had ever seen in a locker room. It was semi-erect already. Latronius put his hands on Florida's chest and ran his fingers over the smooth skin. It was all the stimulation he needed for his cock to become completely horizontal – and rigid as a dildo.

• You're going to love this.

The look in Florida's eyes said, "Oh, no I'm not," but loving it or not, Latronius' huge phallus slid past the Latino's teeth and into his oral cavity.

• One benefit of the spider gag is that I can just fuck your throat without the need for you to have any cocksucking skills.

Florida was gagging and screaming – at least a high pitched noise was coming out of his vocal cords – as Latronius grabbed hold of his victim's head and started to fuck it. I could only watch as the entire shaft of his prodigious member was rammed into Florida's mouth all the way until the maroon's pubic hair could have served as Florida's mustache. I wanted to turn away but couldn't – I was fascinated by the power of the big maroon driving his cock into the hapless Latino.

Latronius kept up a running commentary.

• You want to know why I'm doing this to you? Because I can, faggot. Quite simply because I can. There have always been winners and losers in this world, and the rules of the game are that the winners win and the losers lose. And you're a loser – officially. And that means that I can do whatever I damn please with you. Wisconsin's a loser, too. He's just a loser with a different set of rules. But I, little boy, am a winner – not only can I fuck any Bottom I want, I get paid for it, too.

Latronius pulled out for a moment to let Florida catch a few breaths and then plunged his big tool back into the defenseless throat in front of him. I knew I should be horrified at what I was watching, but I was fascinated. And if I was identifying with either one of them at this point, it was Latronius. Some part of me inside was cheering him on as he was violating the hapless Floridian's mouth.

The big man slowed down from time to time, as if he wanted to make sure he didn't cum too soon – which only prolonged Florida's agony. After about ten minutes, I saw the big Black tense, and he said, "Now drink every drop, boy," as he exploded inside Florida's mouth.

Latronius cleaned himself off with tissues from a box on an end table and pulled up his shorts and uniform trousers. He then turned his attention to the whimpering Florida and released him from the gag and handcuffs. Florida sank to the floor, gasping, still stunned by the humiliation he had suffered. It was then and only then that I felt truly sorry for him.

• (me, to Florida, trying to be optimistic) Hey, there's a silver lining. You got five points tonight – everyone else will only get three.

Florida didn't look reassured by the slight advantage he had gained in the competition. And with justification, for a moment later Latronius said:

• Oh, no. He's not getting any points tonight. Not a one. He said no when you demanded his ass – he gets no credit for that. And to get points from an enforcer, you need to ask for sex. He didn't ask. You, on the other hand, will get three points. Let me take care of that now, before I forget.

He looked at me with the word forget', implying it was a warning that he still had power over me and that I needed to be nice' to him. If all that entailed was letting him run his hands over my ass and see my hole – well, it was humiliating but I could put up with that. He'd made it clear he couldn't have sex with me. But if he did, would anyone know? Could he rape me tomorrow – or make me suck his cock? Was there any recourse if he did?

I'd have to trust his word that he wouldn't fuck me – and considering the massive size of his cock, that would be an experience I would never want to happen.

• We need to clean out his ass. You're going to help. Into the bathroom. Bring my bag.

He didn't need my help getting Florida there. He picked up the smaller man and lifted him over his shoulder, one arm around his legs and the other planted firmly on his ass, which was resting on Latronius' right shoulder.

Latronius deposited Florida on the bathroom floor beneath the sink.

• We've got to get you ready for your next fuck. You don't want Wisconsin's semen hanging around and confusing our DNA test. So you need an enema.

• (Florida, rasping after his throat-fuck) No point. Not going to be a next time.

Latronius' response was non-verbal, across the face. Then he flipped the Bottom over onto his stomach and put his foot on Florida's back to hold him down.

• (to me) Take this and attach this end to the sink. Then stick the other end in his hole.

`This' was a plastic tube about a centimeter thick. One end had a screw-on attachment like a garden hose, which I fitted onto the faucet. The other end went into Florida's end.

Latronius turned the hot water knob and I saw Florida react as the warm water – it wouldn't be hot at first – started to flow into his rectum. When Florida started to twitch his legs in discomfort, the valve was shut off.

• Hold it in for two minutes.

Florida shuddered but nodded in understanding. At one point he started to huff and puff as he was putting all his concentration into not letting the water spill out of his ass. At what I guessed was more like three minutes, Latronius spoke.

• Okay, we're going to pull the tube out now. If anything spills, you're lapping it up with your tongue.

• It won't.

I saw Florida's buttocks tense as he was using every power of will to keep his sphincter closed.

• (to me) Lift him up and take him to the toilet.

It was clear Latronius wasn't about to risk getting shit or cum or anything else – on his uniform. I, of course, was naked, and so anything that got on me was easily cleaned off – hopefully without resorting to Florida's tongue.

But there were no accidents, and Florida emptied his bowels in a series of short bursts.

"Again," Latronius said, and Florida nodded, understanding. I realized he had already been through this ritual – they had doubtless given all the Bottoms enemas earlier today, in anticipation of them getting fucked tonight by guys like me and Matti.

Matti. For the first time since Latronius entered my room, I thought about Matti. I doubted anything as dramatic as Latronius' intervention had happened in his room down the hall, but I wondered what had occurred – or was occurring there. By now Matti had surely planted his seed inside some Bottom – had it gone smoothly? I thought back to last night and how vigorously Matti had fucked Utah. Was he kinder, gentler tonight, when his victim would presumably have been more sympathetic? Had it been more of a love-making than a rape? Had they done it in bed? Was Matti holding his companion against him to comfort him? Were they sleeping side by side? I suddenly realized I was jealous – of some poor dude who had had the misfortune to lose the fuck-or-be-fucked battle twenty-four hours ago, and who now had to surrender his ass to Matti.

Not that I wanted Matti's cock in me. But I didn't like the idea of his cock in some other dude.

After the second enema, Latronius nodded in approval.

• You're clean. Ready for your next fucker.

• There won't be a next fucker.

• (slapping him, then laughing) Man, after what you just went through, you still haven't learned that lesson? The funny thing is – you want cock. Deep down you really want cock. It may take a few hundred times before you realize it, but eventually you'll discover that you crave a man's cock inside you.

A few hundred times? Was he serious?

• This is only the beginning, boy. You better face facts. Over the next three days, you're going to get fucked multiple times. And that's just to prepare you for what comes after that. Tomorrow morning guys will be vying to use that nice ass of yours. Although Wisconsin's is nicer and personally I'd rather be using his, the fates have decided that yours is the ass that's going to get fucked tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.

• No.

• (another slap) You're naïve, boy. Nothing you can do to stop it. You resist – and you're only going to find another enforcer using your ass or your mouth like I did – plus a Top like Wisconsin here. But without lubing you up first. And they're not going to give you any points either and then you'll wind up a Eunuch like Texas or Vermont.

• Overboard.

• (laughing) Oh, I see. That's your plan? You're going to end it all? You're not the first person to ever have that idea. We're not stupid. You're not going to have any alone time by the railing, boy. You're too valuable a commodity for us to let that happen.

He then turned to me.

• He sleeps in here. You sleep in your bed.

And then he left.

[COMING UP NEXT: CHAPTER 11 - SEX GAMES ONE: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?]