Little Big Man

LITTLE BIG MAN – a serial novel by Travis Creel

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – SEX GAMES THREE: HAVE I FUCKED YOU ALREADY?

Previously: Matti and Alex finished the second of three days of Round Two of the competition the Russians have devised for their naked captives. The goal is to have as much sex as possible, but each day there are different restrictions affecting their ability to do so. They still don't know the ultimate goal of the competition, but know that on Friday night, one of their group of six Tops – including Hawaii, Michigan, Nebraska, and Wyoming – will become a Bottom. Alex and Matti believe they are at or near the top of their group, but do not feel secure: a lot could change on the third and final day.

The Bottoms were also competing in six-man groups, the penalty for coming in last being castration.

(Note: the results of all competitions were determined randomly, unless the random result would alter the story arc of the two main characters.)

ALEX: FRIDAY, JUNE 10 – ATLANTIC OCEAN

They announced at breakfast that we would have no fewer than eight (eight!) sex periods throughout the day, beginning at each hour from 10 to 7, with two breaks for meals. More details would be forthcoming via the monitors in our cabins, to which we were immediately sent (and locked in).

The monitor was blank, so I waited. With no clock in the room, I wasn't sure how long I waited, but it was a long time. Finally I heard a beep and a message appeared.

SCORING FOR TODAY: 5 POINTS (NOT 3) FOR A FUCK AND 2 POINTS FOR A BLOW JOB. HOWEVER, INVALID SEX WILL RESULT IN A LOSS OF 5 POINTS, NOT A GAIN.

EACH OF YOU WILL BE ASSIGNED A DIFFERENT STARTING TIME, FROM 1 TO 24 MINUTES AFTER THE HOUR. THOSE WITH THE FEWEST TOTAL POINTS WILL BE GIVEN THE EARLIEST TIMES. TIES WILL BE BROKEN BY THE TIMING OF THE MOST RECENT SEX.

FROM YOUR START TIME, YOU WILL GAIN SOME IDEA OF YOUR RELATIVE STANDING. IF YOU HAVE THE 10:01 START TIME, YOU MAY CORRECTLY DEDUCE YOU ARE AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GROUP. IF YOU HAVE THE 10:24 START TIME, YOU MAY SAFELY ASSUME YOU ARE ATOP YOUR GROUP.

HOWEVER, AT THE MOMENT, THERE ARE SOME SURPRISING SCORING PATTERNS. THE LAST PLACE TOP IN ONE GROUP HAS MORE POINTS THAN THE FIRST PLACE TOP OF ANOTHER GROUP, SO DO NOT ASSUME TOO MUCH FROM YOUR START TIME.

WHEN YOUR DOOR OPENS, PROCEED TO THE GYMNASIUM, WHERE YOU WILL SEE EIGHT SEX STATIONS. IN EACH SEX PERIOD, YOU MAY ENTER ONLY ONE OF THESE STATIONS – AND YOU MAY NOT REVISIT THAT STATION AGAIN DURING THE DAY. ONCE INSIDE THE STATION, YOU WILL DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT TO ENGAGE IN SEX WITH AN AVAILABLE BOTTOM.

This was unsettling. The good news – if it was good news – was that I would be able to get some sense of my standing when the door opened and I had access to the clocks in the hallway.

But the scoring was confusing – why would anyone choose a blow job, worth two points, over a fuck, which was worth five? And what was this business about `invalid sex'? There was clearly some kind of trap here.

I injected myself and got my cock ready for action. Despite all the sex I'd had in the last two days, after the injection it was raring to go and wanted release badly. And then I waited. And waited.

Finally, I heard a tone and then the door slid open. I eased into the hallway and checked the clock. 10:23. Yes! I was in second place – out of everybody! This was fabulous news. If points could be lost as well as gained, then margins could be made up in a hurry, but I'd rather be chased than have to come from behind.

Coming IN a behind, however, was my immediate objective.

Outside the gym were maroons who made me put on sound-deadening earphones.

• This is so you cannot hear what is going on until you make your choice.

This made no sense but I donned the earphones and entered the gymnasium. I saw the eight areas, partitioned off, each adorned with a huge painted square of a different color. I could see nothing behind the partitions. DeJuan Brooks and three other non-maroons, dressed identically in white polo shirts and dark chinos, were spaced around the room, each seeming to have jurisdiction over two stations. A moment later, Hawaii emerged from behind a partition, his cock still rigidly at attention. Why was he still hard?

He had come out of the Red station, so I chose to avoid that. I decided on Blue. The nearby attendant had the name Carlos embroidered on his shirt.

He showed me a card which read, "Blue is your choice?" I nodded. He flipped the card over. It said, "Your decision is final?" I nodded again, and he removed my headphones. I immediately heard grunting going on from inside the station. Someone was getting fucked, and they didn't want me to know that in advance.

• (Carlos) Inside, you will see three Bottoms, wearing an anklet that is either red, white, or blue. You will also see a bowl with three coins in it, also colored red, white, and blue. If you wish to use a Bottom, select the coin that matches his anklet. You may only choose a Bottom if both ass and mouth are free. If you choose someone you have used previously, the sex is invalid, and you will suffer a penalty of five points. However, you are not required to choose a coin if you wish to abstain rather than risk a loss.

Evidently Hawaii had made that choice.

• You will then flip your coin. If it lands heads, you will use the Bottom's head. If it lands tails, you will use his tail. Fucking earns five points, cocksucking only two.

• One more thing. You may not converse with the Bottom. Specifically, you may not ask his identity. You may talk to other Tops present – but only AFTER you have chosen a coin. If you violate this rule an additional penalty of ten points will be imposed. Understood?

Understood.

There were indeed three Bottoms on the other side of the partition, wearing the promised colored anklets. They were secured in stocks that bent their heads over to cocksucking level. Their feet were secured in spreaders, so that their asses were wide open and ready for invasion. The ass of White Anklet was already being savaged by Maryland. Red Anklet's ass was unused, but the other end of him was giving a blow job to Nelson.

Nelson?! What was a MAROON doing here? This was supposed to be a competition for Tops.

Blue Anklet was available. He was facing away from me, and the headpiece of the stocks was large enough that I could not see his head at all – only a rear view from the neck down. I had no idea who it was. I had no clear idea who any of them were. Was this available Bottom someone I had already fucked? This might be New York, whom I had fucked last night. It might also be Virginia, whom I had not. Or any one of several others. All I knew for sure was that he was white.

I couldn't risk it. I understood Hawaii's choice. He, at least, wouldn't gain ground on me.

I told Carlos I was going to pass, and left. As I was doing so, I saw South Dakota, the lone Native American contestant, getting the rules explained to him by a guy named Ramses. So South Dakota must have had the 10:24 start time. He was the only person with a better time than me, and he wasn't in my group. I had to be in first place.

I returned to my cabin to wait for the next round. Wondering why the hell Nelson had been there.

DMITRI: Here's why Nelson was there. An enforcer (rotated throughout the day) was assigned to each station. The three Bottoms inside were free to request sex from him to gain extra points. If more than one did, the enforcer was to grant the request of the Bottom with the fewest total points. However, a fuck from an enforcer would only earn four points, not the five they would get from a competing Top. And the enforcers were huge, and fucked brutally. And if he flipped `tails', he got the same two points as a blow job from a Top – but a bigger cock to swallow. Thus creating a nice dilemma for our Bottoms.

It also complicated the Tops' lives. With only three Bottoms per sex station, and one of them (likely) being done by an enforcer, a Top with a late start time might find only one Bottom – or none – available. Maybe one he'd done before.

ALEX: I stopped by Matti's cabin on the way back to mine. He was there, likewise having found no option among his choices. He thought the one Bottom available might be New York, who was safe for him to fuck, but wasn't sure.

• Funny, I thought my guy might be New York.

• Good thing we abstained.

His start time had been 10:21. I told him about seeing Hawaii, and we realized that three of the top four scores were in our group. Which meant that our group was probably the one whose last place guy was ahead of the first place guy in another group. And that last place couldn't be that far away. With a fuck worth five points, could we have been leapfrogged?

We'd have to see what happened at the next sex period.

Good news. With the 11:23 start time, I was still second overall, almost surely on top of my group. As I entered the gym, I again saw Hawaii, shaking his head as he passed me.

I chose the White station this time. Red Anklet was being buttfucked by a maroon. The other two were free. White Anklet had light brown skin – probably Latino, which would narrow it down to Connecticut, Florida, and New Mexico – all of whom I had fucked. So skip him.

Which left Blue Anklet: White, not overly skinny, not overly muscular, and an ass that was closer to rectangular than perfect bubble-butt. I mentally reviewed the images they had shown us yesterday, or what I could remember of them.

And came up with two possibilities – Washington or Arkansas. One I had not fucked, one I had. I thought about how close our group was and how if I guessed wrong and others guessed right, I could lose ten points to them. Doing nothing was safer. I still had the second best overall score.

I walked out for the second time without indulging my cock's wish for release. (Later, I figured out it had been Washington, and I could have safely fucked him. Sigh.)

Matti had also passed. He'd had the 11:19 time, two minutes earlier than the hour before, which meant he had lost a bit of position. On his way in, he had seen Michigan, and Wyoming had entered the gymnasium right after him.

We were piecing it together. I had 11:23, Hawaii 11:22, Wyoming 11:20, Matti 11:19, Michigan 11:18. Which left Nebraska. It also left no doubt that ours was the group with the high point totals. Nebraska had enough points to be in first place of one of the other groups, but the misfortune of being last in ours. But it meant – scarily – that we were so tightly bunched that standings could change in a hurry.

We went to lunch. Everyone wanted to talk, and no one wanted to talk. Finally, everyone talked. Del was terrified because he had started off with a 10:04 start time, but managed to get a five-point fuck out of it. So the next time he had an 11:09, which meant he had passed some guys, but he didn't know if they were in his group or not. And even starting then, he had found all three Bottoms in the cubicle occupied.

D.C. was particularly quiet. Noisy coaxed him out. With an 11:07 start time, had chosen a white guy whose ass he hadn't realized he'd already fucked.

• (D.C.) I think it might have been New York – I fucked him Wednesday and that kinda looked like his body – but of course they didn't tell me. Just `you've done him already'.

• Funny, both Minnesota and I thought we might be looking at New York. I fucked New York last night, so I abstained.

• (D.C.) Which is what I should have done. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

• Which station were you in?

• (D.C.) Blue.

• That's where I was in the first session. It probably WAS New York.

• (Matti) Don't panic, D.C. Okay, this is a setback. But things can change rapidly. See where you are in this next round.

DMITRI: I'm afraid that wasn't reassuring for District of Columbia. He started at 1:03.

ALEX: I'd slipped a couple of spots, to the 1:21 time slot. I tried Purple. Not a great choice. Again, only one available bottom. Nebraska and California were standing on the other side of the stocks getting blow jobs. I was competing against Nebraska, and he was earning two points here (unless he'd guessed wrong).

I looked over the three Bottoms. California was being sucked by a dude I was certain was Pennsylvania. The guy servicing Nebraska had freckles on his forearms, which identified him clearly as either Montana or Kentucky – and he was too thin to be Kentucky.

But that wasn't helping ME any. There was only one guy available – and I didn't know who he was.

Ramses, who had accompanied me inside the sex station, was getting impatient.

• Let's go, make your decision.

I took a look at the unoccupied Bottom, Red Anklet. White, stockier than some, nice ass, sturdy legs, very smooth back. Probably a brunet, although without any hair anywhere on his body there was no way of being sure. I was thinking Georgia or West Virginia – both of whom were safe. But – if he was blond, it could have been Arkansas.

Odds were in my favor. I picked the red chip out of the bowl and showed it to Ramses. He nodded and I flipped it. It came up heads. A blow job, only two points. Damn.

Ramses stayed long enough to see me heading toward the other side of the stocks. Well, now I would find out for sure.

Or not. The Bottoms were wearing hoods. I emitted an expletive.

• (Nebraska, playfully) Surprise. We still don't know if we've chosen right. Although I think I've got Montana here.

Of the Tops I was competing against, Nebraska was one of the nicest. I thought about how he and Arizona had agreed to play rock-paper-scissors instead of fighting each other. In an effort to be fair, Nebraska had been willing to lose. I rather liked him, moreso than Michigan or Hawaii, who had used underhanded tactics to win their status as Tops – and definitely more than Wyoming, who seemed cynical and callous to me.

So of my fellow competitors, Nebraska was the one I would most hope would avoid being Bottomed. Since he was probably in last place, I was glad he was earning some points – but gladder that I was, too - if it wasn't Arkansas.

The object of my penile desire had a zipper over his mouth, which I had to undo before I could stuff his mouth full of cock.

• (to California) Nebraska's got Montana, I agree. Do you know who you've got?

• (California) Either Pennsylvania or Florida. If it's Florida I'm screwed.

Perhaps a different choice of words would have been advisable.

• (California) I had to take the risk. I didn't get any points this morning at all.

Although Pennsylvania was Black and Florida was Latino, their skin color was similar – Pennsylvania was light-skinned compared to other African-Americans.

• It's Pennsylvania. I'm certain of that. I know exactly what Florida looks like, from all angles – he was my overnight on Tuesday.

• (California) Thanks. I hope you're right. They won't tell us until afterwards whether the sex is valid or not. I think that's West Virginia you've got there – hope you haven't already done him.

• I haven't. I had it narrowed down to three, and West Virginia was one of them.

It was time I got underway, and my cock was certainly ready. I unzipped his hood. West Virginia – or whoever – opened his mouth wide without my asking. He knew what was expected.

I'd been on the receiving end of oral sex a few times with Annalise Grommer, but West Virginia was giving me a way better blow job than she ever had. He was actually making an effort, playing his tongue around my tingling cock as his mouth surrounded my erect phallus. He never gagged once, as if he had practiced this. This might not be his first blow job this week, but even so, he was a quick learner.

When I spewed into his mouth, West Virginia held it without swallowing it immediately. I pressed the button on my lanyard and guess who showed up to validate the interaction? Yep, good ol' Latronius. He stuck a cotton swab in West Virginia's mouth, verified that it contained my semen, and then ordered the helpless Bottom to swallow it – since he sealed shut the zipper on his hood, West Virginia had no other option. He then handed me a wet washcloth to clean off my cock.

• You get two points, Wisconsin. (to the Bottom) And you get two points.

He, of course, failed to confirm his identity for me. Had he done that, I could have told Matti with confidence the location of West Virginia, whose notch was not yet in his figurative belt.

The three Bottoms remained hunched over in their stocks, even though both of the other Tops had left and I was about to. I was perturbed by this.

• Aren't you going to release them?

• (Latronius) Why? They've got another sex period coming up in a few minutes. We have better things to do than locking and unlocking them all the time.

• That's not very fair to them.

• They're Bottoms, Wisconsin. What happens to them is not fair. That's one of the things they have to learn.

• But they're suffering.

• I repeat. They're Bottoms. Don't be such a pussy, Wisconsin. You can't go around feeling sorry for them. Once they accept who they are, they'll grow to like it, you'll see.

I couldn't imagine Florida growing to like it, ever. But West Virginia? From the way he wrapped his tongue around my cock, maybe he could get into it.

In the next sex period, I got the 2:22 time slot. Excellent news – I was still third overall. As I walked in, Matti was walking out.

• Only one available and it was Ohio. Don't go into Red.

I chose Yellow, a mistake. The two available Bottoms I was pretty sure were Idaho and Arkansas, both of whom I had already fucked. Not willing to risk a penalty, I left.

DMITRI: It was actually Idaho and Maine, who was available to him. What Alex hadn't yet realized is that the Bottoms were grouped with their competitors. If he had studied which Bottoms were in which groups, it could help him identify the unoccupied Bottoms.

While realizing this might have helped the Tops in a way, it also worked against them. The Bottoms knew that they were together with two of their competitors, so they could check out how much action other two Bottoms in the station were getting. And they had to keep up or risk their balls. Which meant that they usually all asked for sex from the enforcer. Which meant that the Tops usually had fewer targets available.

Which made for a great deal of anxiety among both groups. Just the way we wanted it.

ALEX: The 3:00 session was no better. I chose Brown this time, but when I went inside, I saw Nebraska again, this time pumping away at the ass of a Black guy, and another Black Bottom giving head to an enforcer. The one guy available was a mystery to me. I didn't want to make a decision – I finally just caved and walked out.

I had still had an excellent starting time – 3:22. At least my competitors weren't passing me. On the downside, I saw both Wyoming and Hawaii on my journey, which meant they were right with me in the standings. And what did that mean for Matti?

I stopped by his cabin on my way back. He was there, to my disappointment – I had hoped he'd be upstairs earning points. He had had a 3:20 starting time, which he thought made him still safe, until I pointed out that Wyoming and Hawaii had both arrived after him, and Nebraska was earning five points with a fuck. No idea where Michigan stood, but I didn't feel like either of us was safe. We HAD to add to our totals; everyone would be looking to do so. We resolved to take the risk next time. Our cocks were recharged and ready to go. At the 4:00 session, we were going to have sex.

We had sex. Unfortunately.

I went into the Green station, confident with my 4:22 start time. Matti (I found out later) had the 4:20 start time and went into Blue.

I found myself staring at a white ass – the only one available. There were more white guys than minorities, which meant there were more possibilities. But I had tried to study the nude pictures they showed us yesterday and learn from them, in case it was important. And now it was important.

It was Alaska, I was sure of that. And I had not fucked Alaska.

So I fucked Alaska. He was a good fuck, a satisfying one, and I pulled out of him and signaled on my lanyard for the fuck to be validated.

Ricky, the supervising attendant, didn't even insert the swab into Alaska's ass. He simply stated:

• This is invalid sex. Wisconsin, you will be assessed a five-point penalty. The Bottom you have just fucked will receive no points.

Evidently it was not Alaska. Then who had I just fucked?

• Christ – Wisconsin? I don't believe this!

My jaw dropped. That was Alabama's voice! My (former) friend. This was twice now I had screwed him both literally and figuratively. I knew he blamed me for not saving him from being raped by Wyoming. Now I had compounded the insult, forcing him to endure a fuck that didn't even earn points.

There was worse news to come from Ricky:

• This Bottom has just spoken six words without permission. As punishment, he will be fucked by six enforcers at a time to be determined. In addition, he will lose six points. One cock and one point per word.

Alabama gasped, and I felt his desire to unleash an additional string of invective against me and perhaps Ricky as well. But – at one monstrous cock per word – he held his tongue and saved his ass any further humiliation than it was already slated for.

I felt horrible for Alabama, but I had more important things to worry about. My group was tightly bunched and I had just lost five points – and if others had picked up five points, it was a ten-point mistake. I had seen that jerk Wyoming leaving as I was entering, so he hadn't gained points, but now he was definitely ahead of me. I had witnessed Nebraska scoring twice – and, depending on what he was doing this round, he was probably ahead of me. Hawaii had been ahead or just behind me all day. Michigan I didn't know, but there was a significant chance that I was now in last place. Which meant that I might soon be in the position Alabama now was, bent over for invasion by others' cocks.

Over dinner I got the even worse news that Matti had also suffered a penalty. We checked in with some of our other friends – Noisy and Del seemed okay, especially Noisy; but D.C. was in despair. After suffering a second penalty, he had been relegated to the 4:01 time slot. Which meant he had the lowest point total of all 24 Tops, in position to be demoted. He got five points back by fucking Tennessee at the last session, but he felt certain that would be not enough.

There was time, we assured him. He might jump several time slots and one of his competitors might also have been penalized. He might have gained ten points on someone.

Empty words, no comfort at all. As if we were in a position to offer comfort.

Rhody was also vulnerable. He too had suffered a penalty, starting from a lower-middle position. I feared for him as well. He didn't sit with us; Del, Noisy and D.C. were all in his group, and he felt uncomfortable being with his competition. It seemed likely that either he or D.C. would be demoted. I felt terrible hoping it was D.C., if it had to be one of them. But, knowing the tenderness of Rhody's soul, I did.

DMITRI: Here were the standings as of the dinner hour, with two sessions remaining.

TOPS

Group A – South Dakota, South Carolina, California, New Jersey, North Carolina, Mississippi

Group B – Kansas, Oregon, Nevada, Puerto Rico, Maryland, New Hampshire

Group C – Illinois, Delaware, North Dakota, Iowa, Rhode Island, District of Columbia

Group D – Hawaii, Wyoming, Michigan, Nebraska, Wisconsin, Minnesota

BOTTOMS

Group A – Kentucky, Massachusetts, Arkansas, Missouri, Ohio, New York

Group B – Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Washington, Connecticut, Montana, Georgia

Group C – Maine, Virginia, Idaho, Oklahoma, Louisiana, Alaska

Group D – Tennessee, New Mexico, Utah, Arizona, Alabama, Florida

Not looking good for our heroes.

ALEX: I was assigned the 6:12 time slot. I'd lost nine positions overall. I would absolutely have to earn points during this session. I had only two sex stations unvisited – Red and Black – and who knew whom I'd find available.

Red and Black. I thought of the French novel I had read for one of my classes, Le Rouge et le Noir, by Maurice Stendhal. The reference was to the colors on a roulette wheel – life was a gamble.

Wasn't it, though.

I spun my own mental roulette wheel and it came up Black. And walked into a sex station with one of the Bottoms giving a blow job to a maroon, Iowa plowing away at another's ass, and Mississippi fucking the dickens out of the third. By now we'd collectively figured out how the Bottoms were grouped, and I figured out that the three Bottoms were Utah, Tennessee, and Arizona – ironically, all available to me.

Damn, damn, damn. I had to put my trust that someone would get penalized.

I walked to my cabin, discouraged, only to see Matti standing outside it.

• Shit, Matti, I hoped not to see you.

• Say `merde'. It sounds classier in French.

• How can you joke at a time like this?

• That's when you have to joke.

• Matti, what are we going to do? I walked in and all three of them were occupied. I didn't have a choice.

• Same with me. Same old story: anti-Finnish bias.

• (smile)

• If it's any consolation, Rhode Island was getting some action. It was in Green, so it must have been Alabama he was fucking; if it's valid it will help them both.

• I'm glad, but it's no consolation. We have one more chance. One more chance, Matti.

I had the Red station left and Matti had White. By the process of elimination, the Red station must include Kentucky, Massachusetts and Ohio. This was bad, because I'd already done Kentucky and Ohio. I had to hope that Massachusetts was available. Matti had to hope Georgia was unoccupied – he'd already fucked the other two in White.

We needed a miracle.

It wasn't exactly a miracle, but there was a twist, revealed on the monitor at five minutes to seven:

DURING THE FINAL SEX PERIOD, ALL CONTESTANTS MUST HAVE SEX. BOTTOMS WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO REQUEST SEX FROM AN ENFORCER, SO ALL TWENTY-FOUR BOTTOMS WILL BE AVAILABLE AT THE START OF THE ROUND. YOU MUST ENGAGE IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH A MEMBER OF THE GROUP IN THE SEX STATION YOU HAVE ENTERED UNLESS THEY ARE ALL IN USE. IN THAT CASE, YOU MUST CHOOSE ANOTHER SEX STATION, EVEN THOUGH YOU WILL HAVE VISITED IT EARLIER IN THE DAY.

Was this good news or bad news? It meant that if Massachusetts was already engaged in sex when I entered, I'd have to choose Kentucky or Ohio – and suffer another penalty, which would almost surely doom me to Bottom status.

On the other hand, with no maroons in the way, it improved the odds that Massachusetts would be free. And, with my earlier-than-desired starting time, not many guys would have entered the gym before me. But the requirement to have sex with SOMEONE meant that those that came in after might be more likely to suffer a penalty.

One of those times when I needed Matti's brain to figure the odds.

At 7:09 my door opened – I'd lost three more minutes. I was now in 16th place overall, and probably behind everyone else in the group – other than maybe Matti.

Merde.

When I entered Red, I saw North Carolina fucking a stocky guy with freckles on his arms: Kentucky. The other two were unoccupied. Ohio was Black, Massachusetts was white. So it wasn't hard to figure out which ass I needed to fuck. Massachusetts wore the white anklet.

I picked the white chip out of the basket, showed it to DeJuan, then flipped it.

Heads. Damn. Only two points, but at least it was two points, and not a penalty. All I needed was someone I was within six points of to get a penalty and I'd be okay. And I needed Matti to get lucky.

I unzipped Massachusetts's hood, forced my cock into his mouth and took him. He was not as cooperative as West Virginia had been, and I wound up more fucking his face than getting a blow job. Sorry, Mass, but I needed my rocks off and the points that went with it.

I spewed into Massachusetts' mouth, cleaned off my cock and returned to my cabin, encouraged by the fact that Matti didn't respond to a knock on the door. And then I remembered that wasn't that meaningful – he HAD to have sex this round. He could be gaining points or losing them.

I waited outside his cabin. As I was waiting, Rhody came back down, looking shaken. "Penalty," he said, miserably. "There were just Montana and Pennsylvania available, and I'd fucked them both before. And I had 7:09 to begin with."

He disappeared inside his cabin, disconsolate. I would have talked to him, but my priority was Matti. Who appeared a minute later.

• So?

• Georgia was available. Five points.

• I only got two. Which means you're probably ahead of me. So when we have sex tomorrow, you'll be the one fucking me and not vice versa.

• (Scowl) Don't you give up hope, young man. We don't know what's happening to everyone else. Sure we took a penalty but maybe others did, too.

• Did you see any of them up there?

• Uh, no.

• Which means they started after us.

• Which means they're less likely to find an available Bottom.

• What if someone finished early and made a Bottom available again for the last guys in?

• Won't happen. Remember, they said that all contestants would be having sex. That means they couldn't let any of the Bottoms be used twice. So they released them as soon as they were done.

• Let Wyoming get penalized, please. I don't like him.

• I don't care who it is, as long as it's not us.

• So what happens now?

• We wait. It's all over, we just wait and see what happens.

• I don't want to be a Bottom, Matti.

• Stay strong, Cheesehead. Stay strong.

I nodded. He pulled me toward him, and cradled my head against his chest. That felt nice and we enjoyed the moment. There wasn't anything gay about it, even though it was bare skin against bare skin. It was just a moment, and it felt good. Nothing to be ashamed of.

[COMING UP NEXT: CHAPTER FOURTEEN - DEMOTIONS]