The Exam

Chapter One Twenty-One

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your heart's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

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(NOTE: This story continues the "prequel" series begun with Chapter 110. Although this series is a stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. The characters in this prequel, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim Larson will make more sense then.) So here we go again...

Wednesday Jul 3 (continued)

Bo's eyes had gone to Steve, their gazes locked and loaded as soon as Larry's knees hit the floor, giving Steve the slightest of nods, something like an apology that he was not the one down there sucking Jim's cock pumping his own cum onto the floor while Jim's cock stretched his throat again and again. Bo glanced around the room and gave a slight sniff.

"Yeah I smell it too Mack" Tony smirked at them, totally aroused and distracted at the same time "smelled a lot of things in work-out rooms but never cheeseburgers!" his cop instinct kicked in knowing something was not right, and he was stepping back into his clothes fast, his t-shirt a blur over his head.

"That's it!" however Steve could not tear his eyes off Jim's cock getting deep-throated by Larry's steady polished movements "Bo what's the deal? Why is this place – "

"Guessin I better have Steve -- that Steve!" thumbing towards the office "check the ventilation. Sometimes we – those drive-thru's down the street y'know the wind's outa the east sometimes" but Bo made no move to leave. All three of them stood rooted to the floor caught in the humid fog coming off those two, a half-naked Jim thrusting his hips into Larry's face, his fists behind his bare butt, his exposed midsection flexing and twisting in time to his thrusts, all the muscles in his shoulders and arms putting on the best show he could under the circumstance. And Larry on his knees also naked below the waist, his cock equally hard and getting a steady slow jacking, not fast enough to blow but not slow enough to stop the tension building. And his relentless attack on that muscle dick made it almost obvious Larry knew who he was blowing. Some of the guys figured out Larry was in no hurry to call out a name, like he was wanting Jim to nut in his mouth! Man, talk about Larry outing himself in a big way, his actions unmistakable and irreversible, the night he let them all know his story in a big full-color way. But judging by the way Steve was sporting major wood even with that jock fighting the losing battle of keeping it hidden, and even Tony was keeping one eye on the action as he jumped into his clothes, each of them letting the group be clear on their open desires. Steve was too busy watching Jim getting closer and closer to losing his load down Larry's throat to notice the commotion in the back of the room. Only when Bo's rafter-shaking boom hit his ears did he look up.

"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" Bo yelled when he saw a group of four high-school aged guys barreling into the room "WHO THE FUCK?"

"DAD!" Rich choked out.

"RICH!" Tony yelled, his son and his friends wearing nothing more than thin revealing wrestling singlets were on them in seconds "what the FUCK!" grabbing his gymbag fast. Like that would make any difference at this point. Steve was doing everything he could to make his hardon look like nothing serious and running for cover everyone yelling over each other in short loud expletives. Only Bo stood his ground.

"HEY! I don't know who y'are or what you're doing here – "

"Wow! Wow WOW!" John did not care how stupid he looked dressed like this, if he could just focus his eyes first on that big Steve and then on what looked like a guy blowing another guy! And what a guy! Somebody even hotter than Tony! And what a bone on that stud!

"Get OUTA here! This is NO place for the likes of you kids!"

"Rich what the HELL are you DOING here?" Tony tried to intercept his son, knowing it was already too late. It was Wednesday night all over again!

"D-d-dad it was I mean d-d-damn it's supposed to be a j-j-joke!" the best he could do.

"Some joke!" from Brian, his eyes taking it all in. Especially that camcorder! Man, talk about burning an indelible life-changing image into his brain but good!

"Don't get pissed okay?"

"Pissed? PISSED?!? I'm so FAR beyond pissed right now – "

"This is all wrong!" from Sam. He never ever expected anything like this. His biggest fear at that moment was being caught wearing this g-d wrestling singlet! A g-d red South High wrestling singlet even worse! He thought this had all been some horrible elaborate high-school hazing arranged by those South assholes – especially being on their turf and all, and that nasty night watchman who caught them and threatened them with –

"Wrong?" Bo's eyes returned to the young guy again and again.

"We wanted to surprise you guys at Larry's – "

"You damn well surprised – "

"When you weren't there – at Larry's like you said..." Rich put his foot in it.

"So Mister Norton we kinda well y'know pursuaded Rich here into..." Brian jumped in, his mouth finally catching up with his eyes. He recognized Rich's dad but who the fuck were these other dudes? Like the big blond bodybuilder getting his dick worked over and that huge black powerlifter and...

"Shut up Bennings!"

"RICH!!!" Larry got his hood off "WHA...?"

"Sorry... Larry!" Rich recognized him even before the hood came off, like he did know that body intimately. But seeing him all but naked on his knees sucking off big Jim Larson, and fuck was he getting into it! Rich was pissed and turned on both to the point his head was spinning. But now he realized bringing the guys here was the worst biggest mistake of his life. Even if it was very far from voluntary. When Tony next registered the look shoot between Larry and his son, he figured out in a split second how Rich knew about this place. And he saw red!

"Awright awright OKAY! HEY!!!" Bo whistled loud enough to get everyone to shut up fast, knowing it was his ass on the line here, not Rich not Larry not any of the kids standing there with their eyes bugging out several inches from their sockets "Okay everyone quiet DOWN! NOW! We all need t'catch our breaths and calm down here and figure out how we gonna stop this trainwreck getting real bad real fast! For EVERYONE!" again the ear-shattering whistle freezing them in their tracks.

"It's already bad" Jim was the one caught with his dick down a guy's throat. And by a bunch of Tony's kid's friends on top of it! "this is – "

But Bo was five steps closer to the four recent arrivals looming over them like an avalanche of doom "first you gonna tell me who the FUCK you guys are where the FUCK you came from and how you findin your way IN HERE!" pulling at Brian's shoulder strap "dressed like that f'starters."

"We didn't mean – I mean we heard about – I mean we found the back door we snuck in the back okay?" Brian tried to shield Rich, knowing he was the one in the center of this insane whirlwind of calamity "all we wanted was just pimp you guys a little but man! we had no idea THIS is what was gonna be happening here – "

"You always break into private property dressed like that?" Bo's hand not leaving Brian's shoulder "answer me boy! And who are you?" giving it a menacing shake.

"Fuck NO!" Brian knew had to stand his ground even if he ended up smashed to a pulp. After what he saw when they snuck into the room, he knew he was not the one to be shitting bricks right now "it's Brian and we were just... y'know in back trying to surprise you dudes – "

"Then your friend Steve back there" John found his voice, tag-teaming Brian "surprised US okay?" looking at Steve without looking at him.

"Steve?" Bo narrowed his eyes "he did what?"

"He grabbed us around our necks – hard okay? – and was threatening to call the cops" Brian heard himself and started laughing "cops! That'd be funny if – "

"Still don't explain THIS Brian!" Bo snapped the shoulder strap, getting Brian to wince despite his smirk.

"He said unless we wanted to get into a whole heap of trouble we better empty our pockets – "

"Pockets?" John laughed "more'n pockets! He said get those clothes all of them into those lockers and into these crapper outfits pronto!" again looking at Steve, slowly realizing the big guy was shitting bricks for both of them.

"Steve?" Steve tore his eyes off John's front and looked at Jim, who was sitting in a corner trying to disappear "office Steve?"

"Then he goes and locks up our clothes in those lockers! I mean locked up!" Sam played his poor-little-victim card, deciding to add his weight to his friends' side "so what were we supposed to do? We're just kids!" He could see fast it was shaping up to be adults versus his friends, the line drawn as soon as they slid onto that phony work-out stage. It wasn't like there was any place to hide, or for the more or less naked dudes getting into sex shit to hide either. It was a mutual eight-car pile-up collision of colossal proportions.

"So what's up with this shit, huh Mister Norton?" John stepped in front of Sam, not wanting to be grouped with the kid just then "huh Tony?" Even if he ended up totally busted it was almost worth it to see Tony and his friends going at it like he barely imagined in his most extreme jack-off fantasies. But what the guys stumbled into was no fantasy; this was all too real "so what kind of messed-up sex scene is that huh?" John was on a roll "you dudes want to get into your kinky sex work-outs fine! But THIS?" tugging on his own faded red singlet "what's this all about? Damnit! This is GROSS! We ain't crappers!"

"You out to totally humiliate us?" Brian sneered "making football dudes dress like fuckin crappers that's the WORST! How fucked up is that!"

"You!" Tony pointed at Bo "go get your friend to give these kids their clothes back. YOU!" pointing at his son "take your friends back to the dressing room. NOW!"

"But dad!"

"Rich!"

"And you two!" looking at Jim and Steve "at least make yourselves look like..." at least kinda respectable. He had never seen those two looking so totally busted looking, so totally flattened "Larry that towel ain't hiding shit! Get dressed!" When he saw Bo standing there he yelled "Bo! Now!" as he went and turned the camcorder off.

"Looks to me havin a buncha underage kids back here is gonna – "

"Is gonna be real bad... for... everyone... Bo. Huh?" Brian finished his thought, his voice low and steady, almost thinking: What would Joel do? "and guys, that is SO not what we came here for."

"And what DID you come here for? Rich? John?" Tony knew he was the center of the problem, he was the lynchpin connecting his cop friends and his son's friends. Most of whom have seen him naked, had seen him naked as well as, as doing sex shit, every one of them could hang him by the balls for good! There stood his co-workers, and there was his son, and his son's friends. And he was about to be shot by both sides, caught in the crossfire. He was the one most vulnerable "huh Rich?"

"I told you it was just supposed to be a joke dad, to pimp you guys out, okay?"

"Well your joke now got your friends in a whole lotta trouble mister."

"Not any more than you guys" Brian kept up the pressure, still doing his Joel impression "don't forget it was YOU guys who were doing shit when WE come in, not the other way – "

"You didn't see shit!" Jim tried.

"Nice try! We saw enough" Brian feared he might have to square off with that blond cop. And that guy was the one made his spine tingle and his palms sweat. With the black bouncer a close second.

"Enough... for... what?" Bo realized Brian was the ringleader now, not Tony's son as he first suspected. His hand on Brian's shoulder stayed put "you tryin t'say something to us, son? Brian right?"

"I'm thinking we got ourselves a real honest-to-goodness Mexican stand-off here, I'm thinking...Bo" Brian knew the guys recognized Joel's catch-phrase. He felt that hand burning his shoulder, but refused to let it spook him. But he had to admit he was glad it wasn't that cop instead, that mean streak a mile wide "you busted us for breaking into your warehouse here fine, and..." here we go, he thought "we busted you guys for... do I gotta spell it out? What kinky gay exercise shit you dudes were – "

"And now what?" Bo kept his eyes on Brian, ignoring the insinuation as well as the comments and protests erupting all over that charged room.

"I'll tell you what! Now you guys get dressed and you!" Tony pointed at Rich "you're coming home with me and you're grounded for..."

"Grounded..." Rich turned the word around in his mouth "if I'm grounded then you gonna have to explain to mom WHY I'm grounded and then...she asks about my shoes..." pointing at his bare feet. But the two knew what he meant, as well as his friends.

"Rich we're not going there."

"Maybe we're not going anywhere" Rich snapped right back, before he realized what he said and to whom. But Brian picked up on it,

"Yeah, Mister N we're not going" almost laughing "like you REALLY want us leaving here dressed like this?" tugging at his singlet "how's that gonna look! Talk about drawing all SORTS of unwanted attention."

"You hardly said boo since you came in here" Jim turned to the fourth kid "don't you think you wanna get your ass outa here before – "

"Before what?" Sam registered the expressions on his friends' faces out of the corner of his eye "before we catch you guys doing sex shit?" laughing to himself "oh damn! Too late for that I'm thinking. That train done left the station!" hi-fiving with Brian and John.

"Good one Sam" John looked him in the eye "not bad for – "

"Sam?" Jim wanted to hear more "Sam what?"

"Sam Timmerman" Brian answered for him "maybe you know his dad? Rudie Timmerman?"

"You Rudolph's kid?" Jim knew better than to call him Rudie. Nobody called him that to his face. Jim felt cold sweat running down his back now. Just his luck to be busted tonight by Rudoph Timmerman's kid! He was dead meat!

"Yeah, that's my dad" Sam felt the apprehension start to fade by the tiniest amount "you know him?"

"Not exactly. So how old are you?"

"He a sophomore" and there it was. The kid was plainly underage. And young enough to get them all thrown in prison. Tony looked at his son,

"Is that right?"

"Pretty much, dad."

"Then he's gotta leave. Absolutely! NOW!"

"Dad, it's too late don't you get it?" Rich looked at Brian.

"Mister N, it's all out in the open now okay?" Brian looked at Sam "you really think it's a good idea to be shooting your mouth off – or us to be shouting our mouths off about any of tonight?"

"Not even!"

"Well I for one ain't havin no SIXTEEN YEAR OLD KID in here" Bo's voice cut through the static "son, I don't know your history or what mess you already mixed up in with these guys" indicating Brian and Rich primarily "but this here's serious adult business."

"Serious enough for me to keep my little kid underage mouth shut about, right? And okay I don't know you and you don't know me. I got no reason to trust you or you to be trusting me right? I'm just some innocent little baby" that got a laugh from John "off the street wandered into I don't know what! But we both know my age alone's enough to cause a whole lot of trouble" holding up his hand against the screaming racket "but but BUT I'm old enough to know when to keep my mouth so tight shut even the moths don't get out. You think you got a lot to be scared about? Then you sure as hell don't know my dad!" Sam and Bo had been exchanging glances since he came into the room. Somehow whatever way the chips would fall, the night had devolved into whatever those two could carve out in the next few seconds. Bo was grasping at the slimmest hope of saving his ass – save all their asses – so he came over to the young round kid, looking like he was barely old enough to shave. He put his hand on that smooth fleshy shoulder and BANG! there it was! Sam's history came flooding out in a rapid series of very disturbing images. But the most disturbing for Sam was the effect of having this huge black bodybuilder pawing his bare flesh, the distinct scent of Bo's nervous immensity filling Sam's nostrils like fireworks going off, like ozone mixed with nitro "Damn I gotta piss!" and Sam ran out of the room fast.

A tense electric silence fogged the room in Sam's absence. Until Bo said,

"We all may be in a big heap of trouble..."

"Not any more" Rich looked at Larry who looked away fast, feeling Tony's eyes on him. Then Tony stared at Rich and held the gaze, daring anyone to say something "how's that Rich?"

"I'm thinking we were in trouble, we WERE in trouble maybe ten minutes ago. But something's shifting, something like y'know different... I don't know who to explain can't you feel it? We were in trouble but not anymore."

"Rich you are still most certainly still in trouble" Tony's eyes on Larry as well, but taking in a steady determination in those hard eyes now.

"No dad, I'm not. And you're not, none of us are can't you feel it? Like a mean-ass storm just broke over our heads" finally turning his head to look at Bo, "sorry your name I didn't catch it?"

"My name ain't important right now" Bo tried to keep his anger in check, and his growing panic as well.

"You're right Mister Muscle Hidden Powers Superhero , it ain't. What's important is all of us here – man just look around this g-d room!" catching Sam rejoin the group "look at us! We are all here now. Right now. And that's why I just know this ain't no freak accident we're all here! What's up with that?"

"Funny something like that keeps rattling around in my brain too" Bo glanced once or twice around the room, counting heads and including Sam "not that it means you guys are outa the woods yet, GOT IT? But hell you're right about one thing here, cause this room ain't never EVER seen a more mismatched dog-pile of guys together like this before."

"We still gotta find a way outa this mess – " Tony fought his growing worries with little success.

"No we gotta realize we put that behind us now okay?" Rich looked around the room "but first figuring how none of us would be here if it wasn't... I dunno..." he looked at Sam taking a spot next to Bo on the weight table, the stains standing out more or less obvious against the pale red material "well maybe except for you."

"Maybe I'm supposed to be here... too" turning at Bo. To everyone's surprise he put his large arm around that much larger shoulder "weird crazy buzz in my head like I dunno maybe I was supposed to run into you tonight or some weird shit like that. Like it was..."

"Like what?" Bo still focused on Rich "like y'got this crazy notion we all been drawn here tonight y'sayin?"

"You guys are all talking crazy talk now" Brian could not get comfortable with any of this. He came here to pimp out Rich's dad and his friends and yeah, see if there was another nut in his future as intense as the one in the garage, but boy that is not what was happening. And he wanted out.

"And you!" Sam moved his hand to Bo's bicep, his large mitt more and more dwarfed by all that black muscle "you know what Rich is babbling about. You are the ringleader here right, you are the guy making this happen!"

"Don't be blaming me – "

"Hell nobody ain't blaming you!" Sam almost laughed "we all should be thanking you!" he looked around the room "who else in the fucked-up – oops, my mouth! – who else in this wonderful amazing town could pull strings to get all these guys under one roof, at the same time for... how you do that?"

"He's right Bo" Steve came over to his other side "not like you're this evil puppet master or anything, more like a nudge here, a suggestion there and..."

"And next thing we know we find ourselves naked" Larry shook his head "doing shit we never EVER thought we'd have the balls to admit to" also coming over to stand by Bo "how does that HAPPEN? You some kind of – "

"Cause he's this sneaky underhanded – " Jim finally spoke up.

"Cause he's a mind reader" Steve started laughing out loud "okay okay, not a mind reader exactly, but..." looking at Sam "and right now you're getting a good idea the shit this young guy must have gone through to find himself here tonight I'm thinking. Or you're thinking, am I right?"

"You really think you belong in this room tonight?" Bo held both Sam's shoulders "after everything happened to you Mister sixteen year old?"

"Actually seventeen" ignoring the grunts from his friends "but I'm thinking I got other shit – sorry – to be more worried about, if that's what you mean."

"That's probably what I mean" Bo looked down at his face, then Steve's "and you're standin there tellin me these hunches...?"

"You play them" Steve looked around the room "and look what happens?"

"You guys are talking in riddles here" Tony cut in "all I know is my son is mixed up in stuff he's not old enough to even be aware of and we should all go home."

"Right now I'm thinkin yer staying" Bo put his foot down "he's staying. You're staying" rubbing Sam's head hard "cause I'm thinkin now nothing's as bad as what y'already been through to get your butt here. And no we ain't gotta talk about that now. Just have your brother come visit me."

"What?" from Sam and Brian and finally Rich catching up with the developments.

"You BET I will."

"Okay, I'm starting to see how impossible what we got here now" Bo looked around the room "telling me maybe just maybe nobody too young, too old, too straight, too gay, too big, too small" looking at one face after another "not to earned a chair at Bo's table tonight" slapping Steve's back hard "you sure are one helluva weird muthuh!" looking at Jim "and they better figure that out sooner'n later."

"They have Bo, they have."

"Okay I know every guy in this room got reasons for staying and more reasons for leaving, but I'm sayin we gotta come to an understanding I'm sayin – "

"Vote!" from John quickly counting heads.

"Yeah vote!" Brian and Rich started the chant "vote vote vote."

"No way!" Jim and Tony shouted over each other.

"Vote it is" Bo shrugged those shoulders like Atlas shifting the weight of the whole world by an inch "who says they go?" seeing Tony and Jim fight to be the first "who else?"

"Damnit Larry! Steve!" Jim snarled. After much arguing and tug-of-war Steve voted against, Larry for the kids staying, knowing Tony was going to kill him already "you are so gonna regret that Jensmull!"

"Hey I already hadda blow ya, what else – no forget I said" Larry dared not meet Tony's glare. Or Rich's big smile.

"And who says they stay?" seeing four hands shoot up, voting as a bloc.

"What about you Mack?" Tony could count just fine. So far five versus three.

"Too late I'm thinking" again those boulders shrugged "but jus t'be fair I vote them leavin, not that it's gonna matter" hiding his tiniest of smiles "five to four they're stayin!" hearing a loud cheer continue from the singlet brigade.

"Nothin bad better come of this" Tony saw any chance of stopping this disaster fading fast "I mean it" the big musclehead began to cave in. Only he could see that scene of him sitting naked on the floor of his garage jacking and getting jacked. Only he knew it was one of the most intense sexual experiences of his straight married life.

"Maybe these boys gonna get me t'realizin" slapping Steve and Sam "maybe we gotta start workin on gettin all the bad behind us. We been through the bad. We all earned a right to be here."

"But you still voted against us" and it was Brian tugging off their rival highschool's singlet "sorry dudes, I was kinda gambling we'd be outvoted. This is so outa my league, I ain't ready for this" and he was gone through the doors into the locker room, his singlet around his waist.

"Wait! Brian!" John went tearing after him.

"No, let him go" Bo looked a bit torn "his story's complicated. He's involved. But maybe not tonight, let him go."

"You sure?"

"Bo's house, Bo's rules" he massaged his face getting the circulation going again "now we all got some catching up t'do" turning to Larry "well?"

"Well what?" not to happy about being singled out.

"Y'wanted them t'stay, first thing then is tell them tell everyone who it was... y'know when you were... y'know, wearing the mask?"

"Y'mean when I...?"

"Do it Larry" from Rich, scrutinizing his dad's expressions "it's all good."

"Okay I guess I gotta do it like I haven't already huh?" looking at Jim "maybe next time you blow your load... Jimbo!"

"Okay okay, don't say it" standing there straightening his t-shirt, his shoes buried somewhere.

"You aren't leaving?"

"No, I don't see the purpose anymore" looking at Rich and his friends "guess the damage is done, huh?"

"So I'm guessin Larry there did his penalty and that means..." looking at the young guys "well guessin how we forcin our `guests' t'stay, thinkin our work-out gotta change t'accommodate the new guys."

"Hey we can hold our own" Rich looked at his dad "ain't that right dad?"

"So what you got in mind Bo?"

"Just because we got so many guys here now" Bo looked at the youngest addition to their group "for starters, I mean t'be savin time – "

"And hurry to the real exercises, huh?" Rich got out before his dad shushed him.

"I'm thinkin everyone doubles up, picks partners, workout partners."

"You of course!" Sam blurted out so fast "you're the biggest dude in here."

"Okay fine" looking at Rich next "how bout you young Norton?"

"Damn..." Rich looked at Larry, then his dad, torn between two major loyalties "I dunno."

"Go on Rich, it's cool" Larry helped him decide.

"Okay... dad?"

"Y'sure? Me?" Tony looked at Larry "but you and Lar there y'know, y'sure you don't – "

"What? Don't you want me as a partner?"

"Thinking you and Larry might be... but" turning to Bo "I'll stay and Rich stays and... but..."

"But what?" Bo saw Tony's layers and layers of conflict written all over his muscled face.

"If he's staying – if all these young guys staying, we can't be – "

"Penalties is what you're worried about, huh dad?"

"Let's say we worry about that when we gotta then" Bo realized it was baby steps with this crew now "right now we are pickin partners!"

"You don't mind?" Rich nodded at Larry.

"Go on..." Tony bit his lip "something I guess I gotta... y'know... sooner or later" but deep inside he almost wanted to witness something happen between them. Part of him wanted to have something to hold over Larry, and part of him was seeing the two of them naked and...

"Okay... Larry!"

"Cool" he came over and stood next to him.

"You... what's your name again?" Bo pointed.

"John."

"Okay, pick your partner."

"Well if Rich don't want to be your partner... Mister N? If you don't mind a fat – "

"Y'ain't fat and I think we'd be a great team" Tony came over next to him "we'll wipe their ass!" pointing at his son and Larry. He remembered the kid's stamina and determination. He knew this hotheaded kid would do anything for him. The big kid had a bad case of hero-worship for the musclehead. And Tony was gambling it would prove decisive.

"Well we got a slight problem here is what I'm thinkin" Bo looked at Steve and Jim "ain't fair you two pair up, you're both too big" Bo closed his eyes deep in thought "what time's gettin t'be?"

"Almost eight" Larry looked at his phone "why?"

"We got a few minutes before..."

"Before what?" Tony panicked, Jim not far behind.

"Okay you!" pointing at Jim "you too!" pointing at Steve "before we start the team competitions next. We're just gonna have a little interlude-type break."

"Break? We're supposed to be working out!" Tony felt his evening slip away.

"And we will but first a quick one-on-one between Jim and Steve here to determine..."

"Determine what?" from Steve.

"Doing what?" Jim worried they would bring back that leather hood for one or both of them.

"Guys?" Bo looked at them "ideas?"

"How much time?"

"Five... ten minutes tops" Bo shrugged "and don't forget y'got the resources" waving his hand, lowering his voice "ALL the resources of this place at your command."

"I know just the thing" Jim took over before Steve started pulling nasty things out of those drawers "ain't no exercise I can't beat your ass at Steve-O, but I'm thinkin Bo here wants more of a exhibition kinda thing, right?"

"You guys decide."

"Well Jimbo?" Steve narrowed his eyes "what evil perverted deed y'planning?"

"Show you how perverted this is! You're gonna hate this" Jim chuckled "cause y'can do this one with your clothes on" ignoring something like a disappointed groan from the forming audience "two blindfolds Bo and..." picking out four dumbbells, making a big show of carrying all at once, his thick corded arms popping on cue. If there was one thing Jim was good at, it was running his Biceps-A-Go-Go Show. He gave the two lighter ones to Steve, making a show of explaining this exercise was not about heavy lifting but balance "like those squats the other time" laughing "but y'just hold the weights out to your side" putting the blindfold on Steve, then the other one on himself "same time you hold one leg straight out! First guy to lose his balance loses, got it Bearbreath?"

"You come up with the fuckin stupidest stunts!" Steve gave his leg a tentative lift, realizing both his arm and his thigh muscles were being tested. As well as his cores, keeping balance the real bitch, just as Jim knew.

"Okay you guys" Jim grunted from beneath his blindfold "you give a yell first guy to lose it... starting... NOW!" and up went his left leg as his arms swung the weights up and out. Steve heard the command and up went his left leg as well, his thick football legs having done this so many times he lost count. Where Jim had the tight control, Steve had the sheer bulk of strength. And experience. One minute went by, then two, then three. When it looked like Steve's legs started shaking and he was in the process of losing, all heads turned.

"Sorry guys..." it was a fully dressed Brian heading through the room, heading for the exit "just think I should go, okay?"

"Never thought you'd be the one to wuss out Bennings" from big John, glancing over at Sam "not after – I mean setting a bad example for the kid here!"

"I ain't no wuss" Brian shot back "I ain't no Joel either!"

"Joel who?" from Tony.

"Yeah, Bennings" Sam joined in as both Steve and Jim dropped their feet, a basic tie, a muffled grunt from Steve "and here I'm the one should be – "

"You stayin then huh?"

"You bet!" Sam caught himself "I mean sure, why not?"

"You always welcome t'come back" Bo went over and shook his hand "one-on-one, understand? A bit too crowded tonight for ya, I understand."

"Joel who?" Steve was on his ass heading for the door "Brian?"

"Ask them" thumbing at his friends "later" and Brian was out the door.

"So I win right?" Jim set his dumbbells on the floor "right?"

"No way!" Steve wanted to put it to a vote "I won."

"You both... tied" Bo came between them "but if anyone lost..."

"No fair!" Jim whined "we got interrupted. Distracted when that kid interrupted us and all."

"I think we put it t'vote" Bo looked around the room "guys?"

"I'm sayin Jimbo lost" Tony smirked "just on principle like. Besides I wanna see him do a penalty for once. Just on principle like."

"Fuck you Norton!"

"You wish!"

"Vote?" Bo looked at the guys "who thinks Steve lost?" and hands shot up. Larry, John – of course! – and Jim! So when it came for a show of hands for Jim, it was Rich and Tony and of course Steve!

"Looks like a tie" Bo looked at young Sam "y'decidin this?"

"What about you?" Sam shot right back at him.

"I'm playin ringleader – can't be showin favorites, I'm thinkin" Bo put his hand back on Sam's smooth skin "well? Up t'you then."

"What exactly happens to the loser? You guys been doing penalties huh?"

"No penalties!" Tony jumped into the discussion "if it's going there, Rich gotta leave! And I'll leave too!"

"Dad!"

"What about our partners?" Larry saw more problems.

"C'mon Mister N!" John saw his evening crumble as well.

"First you decide which one of these two bruisers lost and then..." Bo hovered over Sam.

"You guys have penalties, yes or no?" Sam's eyes on Bo.

"Yeah maybe" Larry thought it might make a difference.

"That's what we walked into right?" Sam looked all innocent "I mean you I mean guys like you would never be doing that stuff unless..."

"Huh?"

"Unless they made you right" Sam shrugged "like it was just a game to force you to do something nasty, right? Just only because you lost, right? Making guys do stuff they never would do otherwise, right?" stuff I would never admit to do, Sam was thinking.

"What're ya getting at?" Bo could see Larry was nervous enough for both of them.

"So you guys made up penalties" Sam ignored Rich's frantic gestures "and if you want me to decide, then okay I'll decide. But only if I can suggest some penalties too? Nothing too weird, okay?" Sam gave Bo his most innocent look.

"You're too young for one" Jim could see Bo was egging Sam on and vice versa. But to what end?

"Then not to worry, right?"

"Well..." Bo felt the little guy was far from naive.

"Right? Guys?" looking at his buds "now we're here and we're staying we should make our own list. I mean we walked into this, only fair, right?"

"All yours Sam" John put his hands in the air "too much for a simple country boy like me" Rich busting a gut.

"Not expecting you got any experience with this stuff" Jim frowned "I should not be worried" which he was "give him some paper Bo" which is what he did.

"So this is just like... made up pretend stuff, right?" Sam was scribbling fast "not like..."

"Remember we are in teams, okay?" Bo tried to look over Sam's shoulder.

"You guys sort it out, we better leave" Tony had first-hand experience this younger generation was far from innocent. He did not want to be around when it all hit the fan. Or rather he did, but not with his co-workers as witnesses.

"Chill out for a second" was the only answer Bo would give. In no time flat Sam finished listing his three penalties and handed the paper to Bo "okay Bo's rules now. We let the young guys list penalties but no way I'm letting ANY of them DO penalties, got it?" holding up his hands to quiet the protests "and yeah I waited until this guy here finished so there was no unfair advantage."

"But that's lopsided!" from Larry of all people.

"And making them compete with the likes of a bunch of big muscleheads ain't?" Bo shook his head "that's how I gotta even it out" looking down at Sam "and no way these guys should have to do half of what..." and just as he did they all heard,

"He's back here" and coming around the corner was a big and very nervous Brian "I found him out front asking about you" ushering in an even bigger and more nervous Hispanic guy dressed like he was between club dates "the big one's Bo."

"You Bo?" the thick imposing guy came from behind Brian towards Bo. When he held out his hand Bo noticed their grips were almost even.

"Yeah that's me" sizing him up and down "wasn't expecting you until later from your email" taking in the sheer bulk of the guy. He looked to be in his early thirties and more than two hundred pounds of barrel-chested huskiness. His thick moustache made him look like an extra in a south-of-the-border shoot-em-up.

"Got off work early" looking around the room "so if y'want I can come back later..."

"Nah, you just stay put. Guys, this here is John."

"Juan actually" taking in the amazing collection, the rather intimidating collection Bo had assembled – almost for his benefit it appeared "John Juan, whatever works, y'know."

"Then I guess I'm little John" John came over and shook his hand as well "but I haven't been called that since..." shaking his belly.

"Since never Bombo" Brian laughed.

"C'mon Brian y'gotta stay now" Rich insisted "otherwise we're one guy short."

"Sam there's short enough" Brian ruffled Sam's hair as he yanked away "right?"

"Gonna pay for that Bennings."

"You wish!"

"T'sweeten the pot like" Bo rubbed his chin "maybe..."

"Boy, you got Bennings' number" John laughed "that why y'went outside? T'do a doobie?"

"Shut up Bombo!" glancing around the room, blushing and nervous "these dudes are... cops..."

"We are all off-duty okay?" Tony made sure he was cutting off his escape regardless "this time, got it? Next time we won't turn a blind eye, y'read me?"

"Yes sir" damn if he didn't salute him.

"So why you guys dressed like that?" Juan looked at all the singlets "you guys wrestlers from South?"

"Fuck NO!" Brian and a few others yelled "they're all WE'RE all football players!"

"Football? North?" Steve almost swallowed his tongue, singling out Brian.

"That guy in the office" Rich tugged at his singlet, focusing on Juan instead "he thought he was being funny or something."

"Was all a misunderstanding, nothin more" Bo made a point of rolling the camcorder further towards the back of the room, but checking and reloading the tape in the process "Brian you staying now right?"

"Still think I should..."

"Y'already played that game Bennings" John rolled his eyes "whadya want? An engraved invitation?"

"He just wants us to beg, ain't that right?"

"No really guys... maybe I..."

"Well I'm way too big t'beg" Bo came over and put his huge arm around him, more intimidating than friendly "but you're big enough t'know yer own mind I'm thinkin. Stay or go."

"Sorry guys" and just like that Brian caught Steve's eye and was gone.

"My big-talking partner" Steve looked around the room "guess that means I'm out."

"Not so fast Steve-O" Jim nailed him to the floor "you were just about to do your penalty!"

"He's right Steve" Bo came over, cutting off his exit next, his arm tight around Steve's neck "or should I say Lou" he whispered "lucky for you it was Brian not Joel showed up tonight... Lou" feeling Steve's shoulder spasming realizing Bo knew the whole story of Steve and the guy across the hall from him named Randy and his cousin Joel, apparently a football friend of all these young guys!

"Guys!" Steve pulled away from Bo's examination "don't say anything – " he whispered to Bo.

"Hey, I haven't picked yet!" Sam observed Bo's secret conference with Steve. He knew the evening was shifting away from him and his friends "but hey, now we're one man short."

"Boy, one boy short!"

"Which means you leave now Rich" Tony looked at his son.

"I don't know what you're so worried about me seeing" looking at Steve, then Jim, finally his bud John "but if you're so hot t'get me outa here – AND that means you ain't leaving, fine! I'll leave if it means you're staying!"

"No wait Rich!" John saw his night collapsing in flames around him.

"Like I said then that one condition is" Rich stood in front of his dad "my shoes stay here."

"What?"

"You heard me! If I leave you stay, otherwise no deal."

"Rich you are in no position – "

"Yeah he is Mister N" John came over next to him "yeah he is... partner."

"Or I stay" Rich squared his shoulders "and then..."

"Okay okay okay" Tony looked at Jim first and then Bo "I'm over a barrel here guys, Rich wins."

"So that settles the problem with odd man out? Steve? Larry? You two both lost your partners so pick your – "

"I want the big guy" Jim yelled out.

"Which one?" Steve shot back, hoping Jim might pick him.

"You!" Jim pointed at Juan.

"Y'might wanna reconsider" Bo tried.

"I'm pickin Juan there, Big Juan."

"Then I guess you're with me" Steve grabbed Larry "hey I'll make it up to ya" seeing Larry's eyes follow Rich out the door.

"I'm counting on it" Larry watched Bo doing a quick head-count seeing the lopsided teams forming.

"Okay now what?" Jim was anxious to get this going, and even more anxious to get to the point where either Steve finally did his penalty or Tony was made to look the chump or both at once "we're burning a lot of time here what with..." nodding at the two remaining singlets.

"Okay okay" Bo looked at that irregular motley array of guys assembled for what? Guys of all ages and fitness levels from one extreme to the other, the comments from Sam and Rich still rattling around his brain "I sure ain't useta coaching half the town at once okay? But seein as how we gotta get t'the bottom of what's goin down here" rubbing his chin raw "seein as how we got a real full house of guys here, some strong" looking at Tony "some ain't" indicating himself! "and no matter what I do and say these last two ain't wantin t'be leavin!" grabbing his partner Sam around the head in a half-nelson, threatening to do the same to a much bigger John "now we got TWO teams of only adults and we all know who's gonna always run away with any strength contests, right? So all the more reason ain't NO KID doin penalties, we got that? So we gotta – I gotta – get real creative now."

"Not too creative Bo" Jim was ticked off he could not turn this into a two-way battle against Tony, seeing as how Tony was now stuck with some overweight high-school kid and he had this hulking bouncer of a partner "remember we got..."

"Yeah I know and that's why we doin teams. And since we got... whooeey eight guys here we can't be all linin up for takin turns on equipment like. So here's what's goin down at Bo's place. We all do exercises we can do at the same time."

"Like what?"

"Like that leg thing for starters. Like what you and Steve doin before."

"What about our vote? Your vote" John groused, elbowing Sam to say something "for their tie?" pointing at Jim and Steve.

"Next tie you and Sam get t'decide with Big John, you three decide, okay?" looking at Steve: you dodged the bullet, don't forget.

"I thought I was Big John" Juan smiled at John.

"You're Big Juan tonight how's that?" Bo raised his hands to referee those two.

"Fine sure okay."

"If we're doing leg balances I ain't supposing you got blindfolds for all of us" Jim looked around.

"No I ain't" Bo started to tug his white tank-top up and over that huge chest "so you guys all gotta use your own shirts."

"Yeow, that's smelly gross" Sam chuckled "wait!" looking at the John's singlet and then his own "shit what about us?"

"You boys all eager t'go and bust in on us and mess up our evening" Bo realized it was time to reassert his top-dog status, remind everyone who was really in charge "those singlets y'boys so hate wearing – I should make y'use those! That's the price for stayin" Bo expected objections from Jim or Tony.

"Right!" John looked at his partner expecting him to complain "we end up bare-ass naked!" quick glance at Steve for some reason "how fair is that?"

"Bo's house Bo's rules."

"What if I throw a boner?" Sam blurted out what everyone was thinking, expecting some kind of laugh. The silence hit him right in his thick gut. The look from Big Juan was a real education.

"Then y'get boner points. What's one more boner" Tony said, now bare-chested, only his goatee sticking out from beneath his covered face "but really Mack, to be fair, the two kids already are at a disadvantage, only wearing one item for starters. C'mon be a sport!"

"Guess I see your point" Bo found two jockstraps in a drawer. Judging by the size they could only be his.

"Yuck!" John mugged, but knew it was kind of a turn-on "those gotta be – "

"These or yer singlets!" Bo tossed it at him.

"C'mon guys" but John already had his red shoulder straps back up and over his thick hair-smeared shoulders and started wrapping Bo's used jock around his head "this is way kinky."

"Guess it could be worse" Sam's torso was re-covered as well and he wrapped his head in Bo's jock. Twice around was too loose, three times was so tight he thought his ears would be pinched in half. Just before his eyes were covered he looked at Big Juan pulling off his shirt "what's up with that?" hoping to distract everyone from the effect Bo's jock was having on his own crotch.

"It's uh... uh..." Juan forgot his piercing when he pulled his shirt over his big round chest "I mean my girlfriend..."

"Your girlfriend gets off on pierced nipples?" Jim for one was not buying it. He never saw one in real life but thought it looked totally faggy "tell me that didn't hurt!"

"Yeah... well..." Juan was not comfortable being the center of attention all of a sudden. But that was one of many reasons he was here tonight. He heard about this guy Bo who was this big work-out guru or something. They exchanged a few emails and then phone calls. Bo even mentioned the cameras, just to gauge the stranger's reactions. He heard Juan's tone change, heard the catch in his voice, assuming Juan was losing interest fast. But when Bo made hints about money – lots of money – and left it open how much or how little Juan could do, Juan bit the hook. And when Bo made the veiled references to letting Juan even call some shots once he earned Bo's respect, once they reached an "understanding" as Bo put it, Juan was more intrigued than he let on in earlier exchanges. But running into that high school jock out front, and then half the male population of the town in various states of dress, well that was NOT what he expected to find. His first reaction was to high-tail his butt out of there. Without drawing any more attention to himself, not with his past history. When he pieced together these dudes were cops – cops into weird shit? – he knew he had to play his cards slowly and carefully. He kept looking to Bo for guidance but Bo was busy. Man was he busy.

Bo helped his partner tug the jock pouch down past his eyes and covering his nose and mouth. He felt the shiver ripple through Sam's flesh, noticing the growing bulge his thin ragged singlet could not hide,

"Sam y'sure brave for such a young pup" looking around the room "since we don't got way near enough dumbbells for all you einsteins, what we do is face yer partner" waiting for everyone's grunt and fumble like so many blind men stumbling around the room "yeah when y'found them grab them by their forearms, got it? Okay when you got yer places, raise your right leg. Your RIGHT leg got it?" ignoring the protests around the room "and when I say go y'lower yer butt half-way to the floor – "

"Who goes first?" from Brian, so close to Steve he could smell his anti-perspirant in his flaring nostrils."

" – same time got it? You are a team now, y'help each other lower yerselves down and keep yer balance. And stay down til I yell UP! Got it?"

"This is wicked!" Tony got the impression fast, glad he had John with his line backer thighs to counter-balance him.

"Down!" Bo thought about tightening his shirt around his face but decided he could affort to cheat. So he grabbed Sam's arms and more or less muscled him down, pulling their mismatched crotches tight together. Sooner or later the guys would figure out, the closer together they were, the better their balance would be. And all these dudes getting to the point of rubbing crotches was just what Bo had been planning. Sam would have toppled backwards trying to keep his growing cock away from Bo's crotch but Bo's muscles powered his small frame down so they were crouching there with their right legs extended for what seemed like ten minutes before Bo yelled "up!"

Before the guys had a chance to recover Bo yelled "down!" again and down they went. This time Bo had them hold the position a good ten seconds before he yelled them up again. Again and again he made them do it, each time holding the position longer until finally it happened. First Larry brought Steve tumbling to the ground with the team of Jim and Juan right behind them. It was a difference of maybe a half-second.

As soon as Bo heard the bodies crashing to the floor he yelled,

"Okay boys, masks off! I'm seein a COUPLE of teams already messed up!" noting that Juan was the last back on his feet.

"They fell first" Jim tried.

"Fat chance Larson!" Larry spat back.

"Don't count on it, they fell!"

"We both fell" from Steve of all people.

"You sure are all hot t'do shit" Larry looked at his big clumsy partner Steve "okay knock yourself out! Your funeral!"

"We default just like them" Steve grabbed him right back.

"You're just hot to – "

"Fuck maybe I shouldn't a picked you after all Lar!" Steve looked around the room "c'mon guys!" but Sam looked at John who just shrugged, then the light bulb went off "guys!"

"Now do we decide? Finally?" John nailed Steve in his gaze. Sam however picked Jim. Another round of arguing and whining was unleashed until Bo nodded at Steve.

"Just so y'don't think it's all rigged" Steve kept his thick arm around Larry's shoulder "Larry you pick it. You pick what list – "

"For all four of us?" the last thing Jim wanted was to be at Larry's or worse Steve's mercy. He knew what a vindictive ass Steve was, especially when it came to this kind of shit. Not like having Larry do the dirty work made any difference.

"Nope, each team's gonna pick its own penalty" Bo looked back and forth "fair's right?"

"That way nobody gets to say shit then" Tony looked Jim "y'heard him Jimbo."

"Thanks a whole lot Norton..." looking at Juan "well you or me."

"You know your friends better'n..." I know any of them, Juan looked at his nails, seeing they needed chewing. He came here tonight to challenge – yeah maybe be challenged – by the big man he talked to on the phone. But this was NOT on his agenda by a long shot "I mean I ain't that way" nodding at Steve of all guys "y'know... I didn't come here to y'know do that stuff..."

"Okay... I didn't either. Hell none of us did okay? But nobody's forcing you t'stay so..." Jim looked at Juan then Sam "if you don't I will" biting his lip, and Juan did not move a muscle "then I pick... fuck okay you win, your list then" giving Sam a snide smile, hoping the kid was too naive for half this stuff "not like – "

"No fair!" Steve yelled "I was I mean Larry was gonna – "

"That's what y'get for pissin'n moanin" Bo smirked "and y'can't be pickin from your own list... Larry" he went over to the papers handing Sam's to Jim, and the remaining two in front of Steve "pick!"

"Ain't got a big choice here, but sorry Bo your first penalty was... hmmm so let's see what Musclehead Norton wrote" Larry was sweating bullets "cause being a straight cop and all it can't be – oh SHIT!" glaring at him "does Rich know? I mean how could you even... I mean what kinda sick perv are you? No wonder you wanted – "

"Who me?" from Tony, straight-faced and smug.

"Yer both gonna read'm" Bo looked at Jim "but you first."

"Damn Timmerman..." Jim looked at the sophomore in a new light "while I'm taking this in, how about you tell all of us why your singlet's all stained and? It sure as hell ain't hiding much boning and drooling and all. Hell kid, you gonna spunk just perving on all of us?" stalling and shifting the embarrassing focus to the weakest link.

"Maybe he is" Bo's hand busy on Sam's wet shoulder "first of many's what I'm planning, but that competition's for later" feeling the shoulder flinch, catching Juan's shocked expression before he gave him a calming nod "just kiddin – or not. Go on Jim, time's up, read it!" Juan's face getting redder and redder, his eyes darting nervous as startled bats around the room.

"Damn..." Jim was having to re-evaluate his opinion of the evening, thinking leaving was more and more the better option. With that Juan guy right behind him, it appeared. But what was worse how could he leave and not be labeled a wuss a coward or worse. How could he make and exit without all the other guys... damn, Jim was screwed! Sam's image as innocent minor underage bullied kid was flying out the window! "ya little fuck" under his breath, seeing an anxious smile cross Sam's face "the kid, innocent little kid actually wrote: one guy stripped naked sucked off by other" looking at him and thinking that dark moist stub of a dick beneath that singlet gave a visible jump "and he underlined `off', so I'm guessing y'mean cumming the works."

"Muscles and brains" Sam smiled "total package there, Mister Larson. Read the rest."

"Ain't happening!"

"It says: on camera" Sam finished for him.

"Forget it! It's your sick jack-off fantasy and it ain't happening!" cause I'm leaving!

"One more reason the two young ones ain't doin penalties" Bo lied "but yeah that's Sam's penalty! And don't even be thinkin of leavin Jim! Do it or forfeit!"

"Huh? Forfeit?" Jim could still remember Larry's mouth on his dick not a half hour ago. And the thought of this big Juan guy chowing down on his meat was not the worst that would happen, and if staying meant a second dude getting to swallow his dick but still...

"Either your teammate's cock or else I'm gonna be pickin three cocks instead!" Bo bluffed. But the way he grabbed himself made Jim break out in a cold sweat.

"What about you Bearbreath? Your turn. Read it" Jim suspected they had a lose-lose situation now "what did big musclehead Tony have the balls to put in writing?" ignoring Bo's stare, ignoring that huge paw grabbing that crotch.

"I wanna see the suck show first, then I'll tell ya" shaking his head at Tony "man... Rich really knows your story?"

"He's just a kid" Tony lied "unlike his friends here" looking at John especially "he ain't got a sick imagination like mine"

"Just read it, quit stallin" Bo took one threatening step.

"Okay okay, keep your pants on" again aware all eyes were on him, especially Juan hoping to dodge his own bullet somehow if all this bickering continued "damn Tony, for being married n'all – okay okay I'm reading it okay? The big straight married body builder writes: number one both guys stripped naked cocks in harnesses and balls ten minutes of weights straps and..." glaring at him "grease and edge each other. First one shoots has to."

"Damn! Wait!" Larry cut his off fast "but that's I mean only after y'know AFTER you and Juan – "

"First we see you two suck – wait! Who sucks WHO?" Steve was all about seeing Jim finally swallow a cock! If not his, this would be second best "what else Norton? First one has to what? You never finished what – "

"Never finished anything. I was in a hurry" hoping the expressions on all their faces would change once the action finally got under way. He knew the rest of his list would backfire on him even more so, would make him look the total cock-brained hypocrite and worse if anyone ever picked his list. Which he had been bluffing they never ever would. But the evening kept getting worse and worse, guys coming and going and that big Mack truck of a coach was either losing control of his room or else he actually wanted things to get crazy balls-out kinky.

"Has to what, Norton?" Jim was learning to hate his former ally. If Tony really was going to completely betray him like this, like some twisted pay-back for letting things get out of control that Wednesday, like it was HIS fault. Which it wasn't. Unless Bearbreath already spilled the beans to Tony about their three-way – hell four-way! – fuck-fest they had in this very room in which case Steve was going down! Big time! "huh Norton? Has to what?"

"I... uh... like I said I never finished – "

"Like hell!"

"Seriously Larson" Larry continued "because the next line says: number two: both naked – "

"Never mind next line" Bo yanked the paper out of his hand "I'm reading it the same. There is no `has to' nothing okay?"

"So then what does he have to..."

"You're so stalling now Jimbo trying to postpone the inevitable" Steve did not realize how much he was boning just thinking about Tony's little stunt "we still ain't figured out which – "

"Look guys" Juan scanned the room knowing this was all wrong "no way I came here tonight for... y'know this stuff. Me and Bo... I mean... c'mon I'm not really going to... y'know..." Juan looked from face to face, trying to find something like an ally among all these strangers "I mean I ain't that way. I don't know you guys..."

"Nobody's callin ya names here Big John" Bo came over and put his arm around his thick shoulders making a point of massaging the full muscles, letting one hand dangle close to that pierced nipple. The gesture was designed to calm him as much as quash any thought of bolting for the door. But if Juan folded the whole evening could disintegrate. Bo's skills were in finding the weakest link and keeping him from bolting. Right now the guy balancing on the knife edge was not Jim but Juan. So it was Juan's shoulder Bo continued to massage slowly lowering down to the nipple massaging and rubbing until he felt it harden under his strong fingers. Degree by degree Bo backed Juan away from the precipice "and I'm guessin Jim here ain't volunteering t'do the nasty part either – "

"Got that right!" Jim glared back.

"So guys" Bo cracked his signature smile "guess we all gotta vote all over on – "

"No WAY!" Jim hit the roof "that's even worse!"

"Either you two decide or – "

"I ain't! No WAY!" Juan and Jim barked simultaneously.

"Then guys who's votin t'see Juan here do the nasty?" Bo looked around the room. In spite of Juan's protest first Larry's hand went up, then John and of course Jim's.

"Knock it off you can't vote!" Steve smirked.

"Okay guys" Bo continued "Jimbo?" and Tony's, then Sam's and Steve's went up fast. Juan looked confused and a millimeter less panicked but his hand went up slightly.

"So you two cancel each other out naturally" Bo shook his head "and I ain't votin or playin favorites" looking at the guys "guess it's three to four, that means you big Jim!"

"Ain't happening!" Jim glared at Steve "I get sucked I don't suck" waiting for Steve to argue the point.

"Or I pick three guys t'replace Juan there" Bo growled, his voice deep and scary "starting with me first!"

"Fuck yeah!" Larry and Sam looked at each other, an "oops" moment between them both.

"And Sam for second" Bo continued. With Juan it was all about calm soothing; with Jim it was about meeting resistance with force "yeah, just think hard about a loose tape of you putting your mouth on some sixteen-year-old – "

"Seventeen!"

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" Jim could not understand how the evening turned against him so fast so early. For starters he blamed those fucking brats in the singlets for all of this, because if they had not barged in when they did Larry over there would be spitting out his cum right now "why t'hell anybody thinks I'm a cocksucker! AIN'T HAPPENING! Are you TRIPPIN?"

"Like I told Big John here" Bo loomed over him next, his voice low and deadly "nobody's callin names here, got it? But Jim now here's the deal y'already agreed to, no wussing out, you're about a week too late for that" making sure Jim understood Bo's meaning exactly "you gonna pick YOU decide right here, either yer partner there" holding up those thick paws as Jim continued to yell "or or... or three! yeah THREE dudes we pick until yer swallowin first two loads – "

"No fucking way! It's fine for Jismboy over there all eager to take a dude's load – shit we all know now he's – "

"I'm what, Larson?" Larry knew what he was but didn't want it thrown in his face right now, not like this. Not with Jim finally in the hot seat for a change.

"Well whatever... I ain't like that!" Jim's few remaining shreds of dignity were falling in tatters around his ankles. He knew his only option was leaving but Bo was making it clearer and clearer to everyone that option had expired several days ago.

"Chill Jimbo" Steve joined Bo at Jim's side "cool down relax okay? You know this ain't the worst that can happen tonight, you and I both know that okay? Compared to everything else that happened in – "

"Will you fuckin shut UP!" Jim knew better than to look at Tony at that moment feeling his professionally trained scrutiny boring into the back of his head. When he felt the redness spread from his face and flush all the way down his pumped pale chest he knew he was busted.

"Well there y'are Jimbo" Steve shrugged "we all coulda left when those two did but no we decided – YOU decided to stay – and now the price for staying, the price for all the rest all that shit your head – both your heads – are imagining is now we play ball, seeing as we all got our dicks in the fire y'might say. Ain't nobody here ain't got shit t'hide" and he laughed out loud, shocking Jim and Larry and even Juan "hell Larson, think of it this way. You do this, get it outa your system, y'might say, you get the ball rolling and then think of the even nastier shit on those lists you can make somebody else... do" Steve knew Jim's weakness "they make you suck dick big deal. You make them well... use your imagination!"

"Yeah but I didn't make no list!"

"You think your evil mind is any different from anybody else?" Steve laughed, putting his finger right on the main unspoken issue swirling around all their heads "shit you know what goes down here. You know blowjobs are kids stuff compared to – "

"Okay OKAY I get the idea" ya big mouth! Jim glared at him like it was his fault "if if IF I do this then you better watch your ass, Braersten!" and that was it. Steve knew Jim had caved.

"Now we're talking!"

"Hmmm... damn...fuck... fuck... but don't even think about using that camcorder – " and there it was, the critical domino had toppled, the chain reaction had begun, all of them going down the same hole. Even Juan felt some half-spoken trap closing around him.

"You you y'know really gonna do it?" Juan looked at him. Because up to that point Juan was gambling this musclebound straight asshole would never ever agree to anything involving Juan. Or making Juan expose himself to a room full of guys. Instead of answering him Jim swore and dropped to his knees "wow... man..." looking at Bo next "if I mean y'know if I let him do this, that y'know I mean that don't make me..."

"Don't make ya nothin. Just another horny dude" Bo's eyes were glued to the front of those dress pants "go on. Shuck the fancy duds."

"I hope this is..." and before his hesitating hands even had his belt unbuckled, Jim was tugging down Juan's zipper a big hurry to get this over with fast. When he reached through the fly he found the opening of Juan's boxers and started fishing around just as those pants fell down to the floor with a rattling bang. Juan's hands were battling with Jim's for control of his pants front, somehow only succeeding in inching his boxers down past his thick beefy hips but Jim's hand was already buried to the wrist in his gaping fly.

"No... fuckin... way..." his fingers found something thick and almost unnatural trapped under the bright material. He gave it a yank to see if it really was his cock and not his swollen nutsack when this thick chocolate brown tube bent forward through the opening "are you kidding me?" and he kept unfolding it until something like nine inches of wrist-thick cock spilled out the fly into his sweaty hands. When Jim twisted his head to get a good look at it he just about freaked "no WAY! No way I'm putting that in my mouth" because hanging there was the longest fattest darkest piece of uncut meat Jim had ever seen, the dark purple foreskin wrinkled a good two inches of overhang there like Jim's worst nightmare. Like it was some gross cartoon caricature of Steve's uncut slab of meat. But this bazooka, man this was easily as big as Bo's cock, maybe thicker but "ain't happening! That's gross!" Jim got to his feet fast! When he did everyone else saw what Juan had hanging out of his fly. His scary-big meat was not only hanging forward with all that wrinkled foreskin well beyond the wide fat head, but poking out the opening was the biggest shiniest piercing they had ever seen! It had to be easily two inches of really thick, alarmingly heavy stainless steel, almost pulling that meat longer with its weight. Several guys gasped when they saw it "no WAY that thing's going anywhere near my mouth! Dude you put that through your dick?!? What the fuck?!?!"

"Now I gotta go" Juan was totally embarrassed, not expecting this hostile of a reaction. Hell he didn't know what kind of reaction to expect from Bo, like he never thought it would get to that point in the first place, the two of them working out maybe with Bo's hints and all but... But who knows what might have happened when they showered afterwards. Juan did not expect other guys to ever see what happened to his cock, and if they did Juan just assumed they would be a bit surprised or slightly repelled at the worst. But now he knew letting the whole room see this piercing was a terrible mistake on his part. And a roomful of musclehead cops put him one step closer to...

"Yer stayin!" Bo bellowed "but maaaaan... y'gotta warn a guy about that thing! Hopin ya got a license t'carry a weapon like that..." a deep chuckle from that barrel chest.

"License... funny" John looked around the room "roomful of cops and you're joking about licenses" he came over to catch a glimpse but Juan had stuffed it back in his boxers fast "dude you really got your dick pierced? Like through the end? OUCH!" he shook his head "tell me that didn't hurt like all shit!"

"I don't remember a whole lot..." Juan lied "just waking up and..."

"I sure as fuck hope your girlfriend is cool with that!"

"Yeah... me too" Juan changed the subject fast "my partner, he don't – I mean now he won't – seeing what I did what I got..."

"Well keep it the fuck AWAY from ME!" Jim kept Bo between them like a barrier.

"You forfeiting huh?" from Bo.

"Damn right I am!" Jim glared at Steve "I know you're behind this Bearbreath. You set this whole thing up! This Mexican a friend of yours?"

"I ain't Mexican! I'm Puerto Rican!" Juan bristled and grew twenty pounds bigger before their eyes.

"Same difference" Jim looked around the room feeling trapped and vulnerable, a situation he jumped through hoops all his life to avoid "and?"

"And guys he forfeits so – "

"We pick three guys, right?" John was all but hyperventilating.

"Okay you're first!" Bo grabbed him "and you Sam you're second!"

"NO WAY!" Jim hit the roof.

"On camera!" Tony should have been beaming but he saw how serious that was getting.

"I can't! That would – "

"Make him wear that mask then!" Sam was all but rubbing himself. But in his horny recklessness he hit on the solution.

"Yeah Jimbo, like that way you can keep your pristine reputation intact! Brilliant kid!"

"I ain't a kid" Sam snarled.

"You sure as hell ain't" Steve took in Sam's front seeing the kid boning big time.

Again Jim argued and screamed and yelled and threatened and did everything he could to avoid the inevitable. And again it was Steve playing on Jim's deep desire for revenge that finally got him to struggle into the mask – with Bo and Tony's gentle assistance – and take that fateful position on the floor. The threat to blow Sam was more bluff than reality, but John's thick cut dick was the first to pry open Jim's tight lips. As soon as he did, Jim yanked backwards swearing it was Tony, and he would NEVER suck Tony. But when Steve's foreskin-wrinkled cock eased into his mouth next, Jim realized the difference. He was just coming to grips with the concept of two dudes taking turns slamming in and out of his mouth when he felt something twice as large and again uncut pressing into his mouth stretching his throat past his gagging point. Jim lurched backwards yelling he would not suck Juan's cock when it dawned on him whose thick battering ram was in his mouth. It was Bo!

As soon as the mask was down over Jim's eyes it was Larry who wheeled the camcorder into place. When he realized the damn thing was already recording he and Bo exchanged a series of looks that said it all. Bo got Larry's number and vice versa. Bo gave Larry a final nod and his hands were on John's shoulders steering him towards Jim's mouth. Once John was in place everything changed.

"Yeah that's my partner!" Tony smirked as Bo yanked down John's red singlet straps past his thick waist, all the way down to those freshly shaved pubes. His cut cock as thick and bull-headed and John was half-hard with fear but then Tony took charge directing him forward, pressing his own barely covered crotch into that exposed hairy butt, squeezing John into a muscle sandwich. Whatever hesitation John felt before changed fast when his crotch was pressed forward into that waiting mouth. He had barely five seconds of wet mouth making his cock spring to full bone before Jim yanked backwards yelling at Tony. Tony? So of course Steve came forward, his shorts already down around his ankles, his hip pressed into John's and eased his swelling cock into Jim's mouth next. Like he was the long-overdue delivery man providing the requested package. Of course Jim balked and twisted but when the two started tag-teaming Jim's unprotected mouth, taking turns every ten seconds or so back and forth, Jim knew for all purposes he was licked. He was a goner. A whole roomful of guys – guys he had to work with no less! – all of them were witness to big straight musclehead Jim Larson on his knees sucking cock! Steve and John were close enough to be able to look down past their crotches, down at Jim's shorts and see his hands making a poor effort to cover something growing and lifting forward. They went back and forth, John's free hand rubbing all over Steve's hairy butt and getting felt up in return, now squeezed between three of the hottest muscle adults he never dreamed possible! Like he was being initiated into the ultimate jock stud sex fraternity and that was too much for him to process and John started panting and spasming his hips in short fast thrusts farther down Jim's throat. Bo saw the warning signs and with too many eyes on his own crotch, he yanked down the front of his own sweatpants, and before he heard the gasps his jockstrap as well and there was a massive uncut slab of dark meat all but rivaling Juan's menacing monster. Ignoring the various sounds of shock and maybe lust Bo replaced John's cock with his, knowing Jim would go ballistic! Luckily by that point Jim was running out of steam so when he felt that huge fat foreskin press into his drooling mouth he wretched and jerked backwards yelling to get Juan's cock away from him before he realized there was no pierced ring violating his tongue. Bo knew he could choke Jim and do serious damage but rather than make him regret this moment instead just rubbed that fat-headed meat back and forth across Jim's drool-slimed tongue, enough for the thickening crown to remind Jim who was in charge now. He almost stopped John when that super-honed kid slipped behind Jim and rubbed his hands down the back of Jim's shorts, all his pent-up desire set free like he could now do anything to anyone, tugging them past those rippling striated glutes until they caught in front on something sticking straight out. Jim's hands had to abandon their guard up front in order to grab John's hands in back and that was enough for John to yank down Jim's front, first those blond pubes and then eight hard inches of upturned cock popped free and their hands fought for control before John won the battle with a slight assist from Bo's hands on Jim's head threatening to ram that wrist-thick cock down Jim's throat. That forced Jim's hands up pushing Bo's hips backwards to regain his breath and John's hands tugged Jim's shorts tight beneath his knees, making him lose his balance in the process.

Jim knew he was outmanned, three against one. He felt another domino topple, another bit of resistance slip away once he felt the cool air hit his damp crotch, knowing how he looked, naked and completely aroused with his mouth full of cock. And uncut black cock on top of that! He did not want to think about what his mouth was being forced to do, so instead kept his focus on how his muscles must look, how his cock must look, and began to flex his hips, making his glutes and legs show off all that hard work. He even went so far as to fold his arms across his chest, flexing both in the process as if to say: I may be forced to suck your dick, but I'm still the biggest stud you punks!

When Steve's cock replaced Bo's it was so hard it was threatening to bust then and there. Bo slipped away after coaxing John back to his spot next to Steve – which did not take much prodding – and he started rummaging around in a drawer to return to the knot of sweaty activity with seconds to spare as Steve began to slip into his unstoppable orgasm. Bo squeezed the tube of lube until a large dollop fell down onto Jim's bobbing cock. Of course Jim's reaction was to grab his cock to feel what cool liquid just hit him. And when he felt the slippery slickness of it, his next reaction was to rub it off his cock onto his thigh. But as he felt that thick cock swelling and thrusting harder and harder in his mouth and down his throat, his hand returned to his cock almost by itself. Whether it was Steve's cock as he suspected or not made little difference but he started a steady uncontrollable jacking as Steve grabbed Jim's head for the big finish. Just as he was about to flush Jim's tonsils with his load, Bo grabbed Steve's hips pulling him backwards, grabbing John's cock at the same time. Whether it was that gaping mouth an inch in front of his piss-slit or that slightly greased hand on his ballooned cock, or knowing it was Bo's hand – Bo! – or Tony's crotch pressing into his backside, or Steve's hairy thigh pressing into his, that big linebacker's hand fondling his ass, HIS ass! whatever combination of impossible stimulations it took but John felt his knees buckle as his cock exploded, shooting his custard-thick load right into Jim's mouth. Bullseye! Jim gasped and choked and gagged out John's jizz down his leather-covered chin but then his entire body shook and no matter how he tried to squeeze it tight own cock erupted a loud splat of cum, one thick shot hitting Steve's foot! He grabbed his balls and yanked, his mouth filled with the thickest, and yeah sweetest cum he ever imagined, nothing like his own bitter sour cock-scum, no this was so amazing he actually swallowed some as another embarrassing ooze of lava burned out of his hyper-hard upwards curving bone.

Only when that cock finally left his mouth did Jim rock back on his heels, his bare ass wet against his ankles slowly catching his breath, making a show of spitting out the last of that slime but the damage was done. It was a guy's load – damn it was John's no Steve's no whose? Damn Steve he just knew it! – his cum in his mouth and now he was just as big a fag cocksucker as Larry. As Steve. As... well the list kept growing and growing with his name now in the number one slot with a big red arrow! Jim Larson Cocksucker Extraordinaire! He was so busy yanking that painful hood off his head to consider the implication he had for all purposes lost it in the process. So when his bleary eyes focused and saw that camera rolling only a few feet away his first reaction was,

"Steve! You BASTARD! You fuckin nutted in my mouth! I'm gonna – "

"I wish" Steve and John were both stuffing themselves back inside their shorts and singlet, respectively. Only Bo stood there with his black pubed crotch bare, his cock still shiny and menacing.

"You?!?!?" Jim struggled to his feet "that was your nut in my mouth?!?!"

"A mystery for ya" Bo looked at Larry next "something t'chew on..." he let a deep rumble of a chuckle escape his barrel chest "y'might say."

"Steve!" Jim growled but Steve only shrugged. He saw the camera but his only reaction was... nothing.

"And sheeyit I thought you'd be all hot t'see the main event now. See the Larry and Steve show well Jimbo ain't ya hot t'see those two work each other over but hell Jimbo..." Bo was wheeling the camera over to that padded table, away from Jim too shocked and stunned and dizzy in his post-orgasm haze to remember to pull up his shorts. Instead Jim was busy rubbing his chest and crotch with his own work-out shirt, almost crawling over to the cooler to grab another bottle of water, noting the bitter taste compared to the lingering sweet creaminess still in his mouth.

"And don't be spittin on my nice clean floor" Bo joked "but yeah you two. And I don't be expectin you two to forfeit, cause if either one of – "

"We're gonna do this, we ain't pussies" Larry lowered his face, one eye on Tony knowing this show was to get his crank more than anyone else. They both leaned up against the table as Bo removed various leather straps and devices from several drawers "hey whoa! what wait a fucking second!"

"What? Y'ain't changin yer mind?" Bo almost did not get out of the way fast enough as Larry jumped to his feet.

"No. Tony! TONY! YOU! What the HELL? How'd you know Bo had these things and – "

"I'm a cop remember?" Tony pointed at the hook in the ceiling and various straps and belts hanging from the back wall "I heard about these dudes into S and M and heavy shit like that and when I saw..." indicating the table they were half on.

"So y'so smart thinkin ya got Bo's number huh?" Bo finished collecting the items and left them where Steve still leaned, looking as cornered as Bo.

"Well Mack like I said, I know work-out rooms and this place well for a straight gym it sure as hell has a lot more... um... `extras' than normal, okay?"

"Glad t'see yer payin attention" Bo's arm was around Tony's shoulder next, but finding a very very guarded and blocked mind beneath his hand "that attention will come in handy, more important than y'know right now."

"Like I said, never figured you for – I mean when I first laid eyes on you."

"And now?"

"Well... I see this big I mean huge mack-truck of a dude with this odd gift for collecting horny guys... for..."

"For workin out... remember?" Bo's steady gaze caught Tony's glance. Tony shook his head a bit perplexed when Bo just winked "do we gotta read that penalty from Tony again or you guys..."

"We got it we got it" Steve nailed Tony in his gaze "your show now. So just remember Norton, we are clear this was your idea, mister big straight married professional cop" Steve picked up that leather parachute, turning it around in his hand.

"We don't need these anymore I think" Larry stopped Steve's nervous hand "lemme..." and he pulled Steve's shorts forward, looking down the front "the rest of the night, huh Bo?"

"But I'm thinking you two" Steve nodded at John and Sam, as his shorts were pushed down past his thick timbered thighs "yeah you two better stay far behind the camera now."

"Kinda late for that" John almost envied them, his cock still sticky with cum and tacky drying lube, his balls itchy and crinkling with excitement. He was almost glad Brian forced Rich to suck him off earlier because – at least he lasted as long as he did. His cock never imagined it would be invited to THIS party "I already got nailed by that thing little late in the game for me to be shy" pointing at the intruder as it was re-positioned in front of Larry's hairy crotch. But when Tony yanked him back behind the line of fire, and Sam as well, John was not going to argue with that big half-naked Italian stud. He looked at Jim take a seat on the weight bench far off to the side, pretending not to stare, pretending not to gawk as Larry and Steve doing each other was not a small victory for him. But when Larry tugged down Steve's shorts free of those size sixteen feet, again that shaved pale crotch contrasted against that very furry much darker belly and even darker and hairier legs, and then that thick floppy uncut dick and low hangers center stage as Larry finished by stepping out of his own sweat-stained, pre-cum stained shorts as well. Unlike Steve, Larry's pubes were intact, dark blond and bushy, but not thick enough to hide his downward stretching circumsized piece of jock flesh, his own furry balls already tightening with no small concern about what was coming next.

"Hey Skinbo!" Tony yelled at the still naked Jim "you're missing the show!"

"Already seen enough" he scowled, but his eyes kept returning to two completely naked guys center stage, a circle forming around the show. When he noted how Bo took his position behind that padded table, his sweatpants-covered crotch pressing into the leather not two feet from their bare asses, Jim perked up. And when Bo made a point of reaching down and bringing his full basket up and onto the table, just laying there like there was nowhere else to put those full balls and doubled-over shaft, Jim turned to get a better look.

"You Juan" Bo saw him trying to distance himself from the growing knot. He patted the table beside him, right behind Steve "here's good."

"Thinking I should stay back where..." he was even farther behind the camcorder than the singlet brigade "you know... I'm..."

"Ain't gonna hear yer bellyachin" patting the leather again "you already earned yerself front row up here right now. I don't want ya gettin the idea you ain't welcome here at Bo's table... c'mon Big John, somethin y'might find real interestin real educational y'don't see every day."

"Well... um..." something about Bo's voice got those feet moving until Juan eased his big frame behind the table, slouching at Bo's side, thinking his bright boxers were not really dress code considering.

"Don't ya be worryin bout what ya wearin" Bo patted his brown shoulder then "y'look just fine as y'are."

"This seems kinda" Juan tugged at the elastic waistband "y'know kidstuff, compared to..." not looking at the naked flesh right in front of him, or the two young singlets silhouetted behind the camcorder, flanking that hard body muscle dude, who seemed to be watching the growing situation with a casual eagerness.

"Don't give it another thought" Bo chuckled "okay you two" reaching out to Steve's shoulder "let's see ya face each other now. Time to get up on Big Tony's penalty!"

John inched forward until he was almost tripping over the camcorder stand, Tony and Sam pulling him back to where they were hiding behind the lens. He had wanted a better view of that big thick football player, hell the very same dude who, was it really only last night? John stood there remembering how this bulldozer of a guy wanted to see him, to see John naked, shaved and jacked off! And when John blew his load all over those shaved pubes, that same Steve guy now standing totally naked and hair smeared with sweat right in front of his bugging eyes, his big football receiver hands struggling to get those shaved nads into his ball harness John thought it was the hottest thing in the world! So why the fuck did Steve send him packing last night once John did his typical premature ejaculation stunt? Because he and Tony were anxious to do something like... like what? Just what did this group of horny adults get up to when the kids and wives were not around? All of John's fantasies were paling by comparison to what had already happened and fuck! this time John got to stay. And see the whole thing! And last night John saw Big Steve jacking that big adult uncut cock but not actually blow his huge adult load. Maybe tonight he would!

Larry struggled with his own ball straps, pinching and catching his pubic hairs in the snaps several times, thinking it was at least fifteen sizes too small. After four attempts he finally got his hairy tightening scrotum encircled and the leather snapped tight around the base of his rubbery cock. When it was in place, pulling his balls apart and forward, his cock thrust up and out obscenely, he allowed himself to steal a look at Steve's progress. Even though the big lug was shaved he could not get his low hangers wrapped with the leather straps,

"Here I'll do it" looking out to Tony "unless that's against the – "

"Not at all, knock yourself out" Tony was completely focused, every nerve tuned to high. When he first wrote it, his fantasy – and that's all it was a total impossible impossibility – in his fevered brain it was him and Jimbo naked standing there, wallowing in the admiring stare of all those guys while their hands rubbed all over each other's hard-earned muscles, then tugging at each other's junk, feeling each other getting hard and... damn, he felt himself lengthening and almost pressing against John's buttcheek. Better tone that down a notch, he told himself. He looked again as Larry's hands circled and tugged at those bull-balls until he heard a loud click!

"Okay big guy, worst part's over" Larry lied as he twisted and yanked Steve's cock and snapped the last into place. He gave that shaft a quick up and down, still damp from Jim's mouth and damn that sent a jolt to his own cock. Then he felt another then another, like his whole body was a radio receiver and someone was broadcasting horny signals, sending electric jolts one after another into his exposed flesh. It was unmistakable now they were both well on the way to major bones, only their difference in height preventing their cockheads from mashing into each other.

"How's that?" Steve turned to look at Bo.

"Ask your man there" nodding at Tony.

"Keep going" Tony bit his lip, amazing himself this was hotter than he thought it should be even though it was not him and Jim standing there.

"Hot!" John interrupted "man, you got no idea what a hot naked stud you look like!" then realizing Tony was right behind him "sorry."

"About what?" Tony whispered, resting his hand on that thick shoulder.

"I mean... fuck..." John knew he messed up "you are hot too, okay?"

"It's okay, Steve's a real man's man, okay?"

"Man like you ain't?" John muttered "just totally different way, I don't mean you ain't..."

"It's cool John I understand."

"Well I don't okay? You're both hot okay? Like last night was..." he lowered his voice, but Sam was catching every word "that was the hottest thing ever happened to me with you two, okay?"

"Wow" Sam whispered "you and Tony here? And that Steve there at the same time?"

"Don't go spreading it around Sam I mean it!"

"Hell no!" Sam looked at Tony in a different light "I am so glad you're my bud John!"

"Same here... puppy dog" John rubbed his tummy.

"You got that right!" Sam saw Tony's raised eyebrow "ain't like that – nothin sexual – hell at least it wasn't until tonight and boy! am I glad I tagged along tonight!"

"Hell, me too!"

Tony kept his hands on their two shoulders and as far away from his crotch as he could. So okay his son's best bud John here, looks up to him big time, and this Sam kid looks up to John, and now two of Tony's fellow cops work-out buds are standing there totally balls-out naked. For his perverse pleasure! Part of him wanted Rich to be here and part of what was developing; another part was glad he was far far away when Tony's inner beast was finally set free, when that sexual frenzy came over him and fuck the consequences. There were too many variables here tonight for his benefit but he still felt that huge dude Bo was orchestrating all of this for their benefit, providing this out-of-the-way space for them all to play out their hidden sexual fantasies or some such improbable craziness. All he knew was he had his arms around two guys watching a very naked and aroused Larry and Steve doing sex stunts for his benefit. So when they all stood there, arms and shoulders touching each other's hot flesh, all eyes ogling the two mismatched set of genitals, one set hairy one set shaved, both sets tightly packed into those harnesses like a secret jack-off fantasy, Tony felt his cock rise and did nothing to stop it.

"Getting ya off Norton?" Steve grabbed himself and gave his hips a swing, his cock batting back and forth.

"Yeah, you look hot Steve" Tony admitted "and you Larry! Getting a better idea now what a stud Rich sees in you" Tony bit his lip "those the weights, Bo?"

"You two figure out what those balls can handle" Bo grunted, pushing the leather covered lead weights forward.

"Oh fuck" Larry groaned "I forgot about those."

"My turn" Steve grabbed the hook he saw went through the eyehole on the strap between Larry's spread balls "brace yourself" as he hung the first weight from the harness. Larry gasped and braced his knees but then Steve attached a heavier weight before Larry had time to process it. When the third was hanging down as far as Larry's knees his balls almost as far, Steve knew it was his turn. He squeezed his eyes closed as Larry attached all three at once, not waiting to postpone the torture. When both their weights were hanging and tugging their balls down a good four inches, Bo pushed the bottle of oil across the table.

"Do... each... other..." Tony was gulping air now, making notes on how much torture they both could endure "all... the... way..." which is what they started. Steve squeezed a big puddle of oil into Larry's hand and then his own, immediately starting to smooth it over those taut, bright red balls and then up and down Larry's circumsized cock sticking straight forward. Larry gasped when he felt the greased hard grip on his hyper-sensitive head, the skin taut and stretched super tight, all his junk twice its size and his red hardness being jacked steady and relentless with Steve's firm calloused hand. Realizing he did not dare cum first he went to work on Steve's shaved balls and cock as well, going so far as to oil his other hand and start jamming it beneath Steve's forward-thrusting balls and back where the hair still swirled around his hole! Larry was desperate and playing dirty pool, hoping and praying he could somehow find Steve's button and get him to shoot before his own cock finally exploded. Because once Larry's cock got past a certain point there was no way to stop it from going off prematurely. Or so it seemed to him. Hell, he would not have done have the shit he had done before, with these guys in the garage, with the hot Rich in this very room, hell any of it! had not his cock been calling all the shots. And right now he could feel his orgasm building, like blowing Jim before had already primed him for blowing a weeks worth of cum! Again his too-easy orgasms were going to get him in big big trouble!

Steve gasped and lurched but not before Larry's middle finger slid into his already greasy butt, twisting and finding his already very swollen hard nut. Steve hissed and squeezed his eyes shut but he feared Larry could feel how loose and swollen his ring already was. Larry gave a short grunt when he made that discovery, but then tightened his grip on Larry's steel hardness and began an orgasm-inevitable jacking. And the desperate race was on!

A scary intense silence settled over the room, the only sound the wet slapping and squeaking of hands on flesh. John looked down at himself, alarmed he was so easily aroused and how quickly his bone had returned, and looking over so was Sam, his fat mushroom head blatantly outlined as it pushed out the thin material. He caught Sam's eye and gave him a wink and thumbs up when he felt something hard pressing into his asscheek. That was more than poor John could handle, his over-stimulated brain short-circuiting, watching that idolized football player not more than ten feet in front of him naked and shiny with sweat and oil like the ultimate jack-off fantasy, all that chest and belly hair matted as his thick muscles flexed and twisted, all the recent exercises making them even huger in their shininess, Steve's big arm straining and flexing with the effort to make that fuzzy round Larry cum before his own cock erupted first. John could not believe how hot it was to see now it was big Steve was the one being jacked off against his will, like John's torture last night come back with a vengeance! John was gasping in air in short gulps, not daring to lower his own hands to his own front so instead crept backwards until his right palm found Tony's cock trying to force a hole through his shorts. His hand inched down inside Tony's waistband, hearing a soft low grunt of disapproval. Sam looked down and then behind them seeing what John was doing. He finally connected the dots, realizing here was a roomful of guys who thought it was totally expected to be rubbing and groping each other in the most off-limit places. When Tony returned his hands to their shoulders, all but giving John permission to feel him up he returned his attention to those two studs jerking each other off, his brain overheating fast. So John's hand returned to that hard cock trapped beneath Tony's shorts, expecting something besides this fading resistance from Tony, but John reminded himself this show was Tony's penalty – this was Tony's show, for Tony's jack-off benefit, so that is what John did. Not like he could keep his pervy little mitts off that Italian sausage even if he tried. He inched the front of the shorts down, daring himself to go further and further until he eased that shaved cut cock out for the whole world to see. He eased his fingers along the full length of the shaft, using two fingers to circle the steel-hardness right behind the flaring crown, hearing a sharp hiss from Tony as he did, then he began the slightest slowest rubbing, up and down and inch or two right behind the now throbbing head, hard and pulsing with the intensity of what they all was witnessing. When John felt the back of Sam's hand rub against his in a most tentative manner, John took Sam's palm and guided it to that eight inches of pure Italian lust. He felt a tangible shock, an electric tingle travel between their two bodies once the contact was made, as John's hand then went down to smooth and massage those tight shaved balls, leaving that cock in Sam's none-too-gentle care.

"Keep. Going. Keep. Going. Keep. Going!" Tony was barely grunting, his eyes glued to those two greased hands tugging each other's overly distended and stretched balls and oiled cocks "make him cum! Make him cum! Make him cum!" over and over Tony now tumbling out of control into that red zone where he no longer cared for the consequences of his actions, feeling the heat of these two young guys pressing against him, their hands fighting over his own cock and balls like his own leather straps, but alive and burning hot. He began a slow steady rocking into whosever hand currently was circling his thrusting meat.

"Somethin else huh?" Bo grunted at Juan next to him "no y'ain't gotta say it, even to straight guys it's a hot thing t'be watchin... right?"

"Maaaaannn..." was all Juan could vocalize.

"Those balls pulled down so hard like that, it'd be almost impossible to shoot yer load" Bo blatantly reached inside his loose waistband to rearrange his own balls and cock on the table. When he caught the slightest sideways glance from Juan, he knew he had him, he knew Juan was ready for the next stage "a dude's hand pulling out yer cum but yer cum's all backed up goin nowhere" and the back of Bo's hand gave a slight nudge against Juan's front. Of course Juan was so hypnotized by the sight of those naked guys, harnessed and greased in the most over-the-top fashion like he never imagined big straight dudes like that ever doing, it took him five seconds too long to push Bo's wrist away from the contact. He dared not catch Bo's gaze, and the sight of those two naked greased dudes jacking each other's tortured goods was too much so he forced his gaze past them, but there was that muscle-bound shaved head dude, looking like something in the pages of a muscle magazine, the biggest straightest muscle-head Juan ever expected to be this close to, and the dude is just standing there letting two high-school aged kids touching him in the most private places, one of them actually reaching down inside his shorts and damn! the kid pulled out his big erect cock and was openly jacking him right there in broad daylight for anyone to see! And the big musclebound dude grunting and panting, encouraging the two greased naked guys to torture each other's genitals harder and harder, pushing them to blow their loads like crazy. So when Juan felt Bo's wrist return to his own crotch for the third time, Juan felt his resistance to all this shit happening ebb away, feeling himself sliding down into sex things he only imagined guys doing to each other! He took in a sharp breath of air as he sucked his gut in several inches, giving room and yeah permission for Bo's giant hand to worm its way inside his fly. He looked down like it was somebody else's cock being pulled free and exposed to the whole damn room, watching Bo pull that ten inch monster of gross ugliness free and just display it on the table like it was the catch of the day. But once his cock was laid bare on the table something inside his brain just snapped! Juan sometimes entertained this deep hidden fantasy about someone somewhere seeing his misshapen equipment as something other than gross and inhuman, actually thinking his stuff was a turn-on, not such a game-ender turn-off like all those girls he had dated with limited success. And if it was another dude, well at least that was better than that panicky disgusted look he saw on too many girls' faces. Having this black bouncer touching his meat was starting to feel like these activities were better than nothing, hearing Bo's deep bass voice humming through his hand into his cock "yeah, tuggin and pullin and makin it feel like cummin over and over and over, never stoppin never nothin but pure head-fuckin stimulatin" at that moment Bo's finger found the ring and began a stready rhythmic tug and release tug and release, each time further and further down the table as Juan's monster continued to lengthen even more ten, eleven twelve inches just growing and growing "yeah, imagine this meat feelin nothin but pleasurin over and over again and again" inching the foreskin back and and forth until Juan had no choice but to throw his chest back, his big chest exhaling all the tension he had been holding for hours, feeling his cock fill and fill and harden like he could not remember happening before, the whole thing so hard the foreskin was now trapped and tight behind the drum-tight head "n'maybe it never felt a hot mouth like it was supposeta to" Bo had him now "maybe maybe even better a tight ass tight around it, huh?"

"Huh?"

"Shoot shoot shoot!" Tony was out of control and threatening to shoot himself when Larry's knees buckled his neck twisted backwards as a stifled gasp came from his chest his cock swelling in Steve's rapid fist but suddenly Steve's knees buckled, his head jerked backwards and it was his cock unloading all over the floor at least four feet in front of him, his entire body bucking and spasming over and over three four five shots as Larry's hand flew off Steve's cock and grab his own slimy cock just as the first contraction shook his whole body.

"NO!" Bo fell forward, all but flying over the table grabbing Larry's arm and yanking him off balance "you don't CUM!" and that scream broke the spell, the entire room suddenly pulling away from whatever hand or cock was next to them, alarmed shocked faces too freaked to look all around the room.

The room erupted in crazy yelling, the noise of everyone coming to their senses, not believing where they were and what the hell they had just been doing five seconds ago. Everyone except Steve who just stood there dripping and throbbing, his cock continuing to drool his load onto the floor, his eyes darting between Tony pulling away from the two young guys, and Jim sitting there looking... what? Jealous? Disappointed? The only one who was not a bundle of frantic motions was Larry who was in a big hurry to get those weights off his balls, and his cock out that sticky harness. Now that the spell was broken, his crazed need to cum was close but what he really wanted was the agony of his balls stop.

"Okay five minute break!" Bo bellowed over the din, as he pulled his sagging sweatpants back up, barely noticing Juan already doing the same, but that tubesteak still scary hard and barely concealed "you two!" pointing at Sam and John "with me! You too!" yanking Larry hard enough his still-shackled balls almost got left behind. With the same swift move Bo all but dragged the youngsters away from Tony and directing them to a hidden cooler in the corner "grab waters fer yerselves from – "

"What's wrong with those?" pointing at the bottled waters the rest of the guys were grabbing from the main cooler.

"These are yours!" Bo's deep low boom left little room for argument "five minutes guys!" grabbing Larry's shoulder steering him towards the changing room. Over his shoulder he bellowed "then we finish the final exercises."

"Final?" Sam did not realize how thirsty he was until his bottle was almost empty. It was cool but not icy so he finished it in maybe four chugs "what ya mean final?"

"Bathroom break last chance!" Bo watched the adults finishing off the last of those sports drinks, even grabbing an energy bar or two "now men!" clapping his thick hands for effect. One by one, sometimes two by two they staggered back to the changing room and toilets. Bo watched them leave then helped Larry finish untethering his junk as the two of them used the distraction to change the tape and run the old one into Steve's office. Once they were alone in the hallway he lowered his voice "y'almost shot your load back there..."

"Hell no kidding!" Larry enjoyed having a brief one-on-one with the apparent ringleader but knew Bo enough to know something was up "fucking impossible show you had us put on back there!"

"Don't go and forget that was all Tony's doin, y'hear me?" and just like that Bo's hand began rubbing the circulation back into Larry's crotch. When he was full hard again he continued "but here's what we gonna talk about."

"We got a problem here?"

"Not unless this club" Bo's hand hefted the blood-filled tube once or twice "shoots its payload before..."

"Before what?"

"Look I know your story, shit y'know mine I'm thinkin too okay? No don't say it, but we got each other's number big time. But here's the deal. The longer you hold this load" rubbing the red marks where the straps left bruises "the better this all works out."

"Huh? Why me?"

"Not just you" Bo saw guys returning "but you and that young Sam kid both playin with hair-triggers cause of your y'know how all this shit's your big crank turner. So if you two" waving at the guys regrouping in the work-out area "the last of all your horndogs shoot yer loads tonight, you both gonna be real happy y'held out – "

"What you – "

"Cum last and..." Bo shooed him back to the group "Bo here can make it happen."

"Make what happen?"

"This" tapping Larry's forehead.

Bo joined the group just as John and Tony finally emerged from the back room "okay okay enough easy warm-up stuff you guys been getting lazy and flabby. Now the real work-out starts!"

"Huh? What?" from around the room.

"Enough lollygaggin around now we're gonna get serious" Bo bass voice cut through the room "this is what's gonna happen."

"Serious?" Tony looked at him "what t'hell you call what we've been doing?" referring to either the work-out routines or the sex shit or both?

"Kid's stuff!" nodding at Sam and John "and you big dudes just been ridin easy on these young ones. Still ain't showin what real men're capable of. Now bout time t'show'm what real men can do!"

"Like what?" Jim gave Tony a look like, you know where this is going?

"He don't but I do" Bo bluffed "and first thing t'make sure we're all on the same page for once I want you two `experts' t'pick an exercise, one exercise each."

"Huh?" from Jim and Tony.

"Each pick one exercise. Whatever y'think yer best at, huh? So now the three last exercises we're doin" Bo finished his sports drink, seeing the rest of the bottles emptying all around the room as well "here's what's goin down. Each team get points each time, twenty for best average, ten second best, five third."

"Fourth?" from John trying to avoid Tony's stare.

"For each competition, right?" Tony was too busy squaring off with Jim, their feud back with a vengeance "average of the two teammates right?"

"Both dudes average their scores, like if one got ten, the other..." Bo's eyes laughing at Jim "let's say like two" getting a nervous laugh "that's like average six okay?" and there went Bo's big dumb image out the window. Sam looked at his teammate in a new light, realizing the shuck-n-jiving was just so much posturing. Deep down Bo was well-oiled calculating and formidable. Sam was both reassured and intimidated in equal measure, gambling having Bo as his teammate just might save his butt. After all this huge giant was the biggest meanest dude in the house and that had to count for something right?

"Well then my exercise is – "

"First I'm thinkin bench presses" Bo cut Jim off, like he had been reading his mind.

"Hey!" because that was exactly what Jim was going to suggest.

"And I'm looking at pull-ups" Tony gambled he could bust his chops at the second-most demanding exercise.

"Hey you two!" Jim had been out-maneuvered yet again "okay okay fine! Then I want..."

"That ain't a exercise, Jimbo" Steve chuckled.

"Your funeral Bearbreath" Jim wracked his overheated brain, willing all the blood that seemed to be rushing to his crotch back upstairs "okay okay... flys!"

"We're settled then" Bo rushed them into place before Jim realized his mistake. He reassembled that bar to the overhead hook like some of them recognized from another evening. With one eye on the clock he assigned the order of exercises and teams, starting with him and Sam taking their positions at the weight-bench.

"Hey wait!" John saw the problem, not like he was the weakling in this group.

"Don't you be worryin bout it" Bo went over to the scales, sending it over three hundred pounds fast.

"Wow" Larry's eyes bugged out "I knew you were big, but..."

"Big and not someone to cross" Steve added "so now what?"

"All you dogs should be able to do your own weight – no okay okay!" raising his thick arms to quiet the protests "just cause I ain't no slave driver I'm gonna go easy on you wusses" looking right at Jim "lessay two thirds yer bodyweight instead makin mine two hundred pounds" Bo loaded up the bar "that's how we level this here playin field" he caught everyone's expressions, seeing them doing their internal calculations fast "anybody don't think that's fair, well y'just gonna haveta talk to the management" taking his position under the bar. The night's activities had already caused some fatigue but Bo's idea of fatigue was nothing they had bargained for. So no one really expected Bo to power through ten then eleven presses like he had been planning this all along. He re-racked the weights and sat up, noticing the scared expression on Sam's face.

"It's happenin" Bo pointed Sam towards the scale. If there was something Sam hated more than the moment of reckoning with the bathroom scale, he did not know what it was. Before today it had always been the concept of standing naked in front of older guys who would make fun of his flabby out-of-shape under-developed body. Now that his embarrassment over those fading issues was growing into something worse, that only left Sam's mortal enemy, the scales. With a great deal of grumbling and stalling, Sam stepped up and watched the number oscillate and finally hang at one-eight-seven. He was amazed it was not more.

"How tall are you Sam?" Tony looked at John next.

"If I'm five-ten, puppy-dog you must be..." John waited for Sam to finish.

"Okay I'm a runt, okay?" Sam rolled his eyes "five- six if that's okay with you?"

"You're still young, don't sweat it!" Bo loaded up the weights for Sam "okay, show these punks how strong y'really are!" and that is what Sam did. He had been bench pressing as much as one-thirty-five, so this one-twenty-five was not a total ball-bust. He squeezed up six before Bo's last assist let him know he had done enough.

"Wow Sam..." John's jaw hung open "not like I'm surprised or anything."

"But you were" Sam wiped himself down with Bo's sweaty towel "we're good."

"You two next" Bo made short work of weighing in John and Tony and assigning their weights. Tony had no problems benching his one-thirty-five pounds for a grand total of fifteen times, doing them slowly and easily, almost like he was holding back for some reason. But when it came John's turn, his weight amount set at one-twenty-five proved to be too much after five presses. He suspected, and Tony consoled him, that the prior nights' activities at the garage were still dogging him. Whatever the reason, he ignored the grumbling comments – and a few shouts of victory from other teams! – as he slid off the bench and hid in the corner.

Next up were Larry and Steve, both egging each other on to wipe the floor with their opponents. Larry was all bluff and bluster until it came time to press his one-forty pounds of horrible iron and his energy gave out. He mustered all of six before allowing big Steve-O to spot him avoiding a complete wash-out. Steve took his spot next, keeping his mind off Larry looming over him with a scary hardon pressing out his shorts, bigger than he ever remembered seeing it. Steve was distracted and tired but not enough to do less than eight presses of his one-sixty-five pounds! Only Bo was pressing a greater amount and Steve wallowed in the attention he got. Pound for pound, he and Bo were almost evenly matched. Jim and Tony however were much more powerful and potentially deadly, relative to their weight.

Finally it was Jim and his big amateur lug of a partner Juan. At this critical moment Jim began to reconsider his impulsiveness in having chosen the big bouncer, seeing him as almost so much dead weight, compared to all the muscle in that room. So Jim's one-twenty-five load on his barbell was barely enough to make his muscles pop. Even though he made a point of gunning fifteen of the muthuhs, almost enjoying feeling the blood flooding his crotch as he did. When he finished he grabbed himself,

"Yeah, total package!" shaking his rock-hard bone at Tony of all people. He turned to his partner "that should give ya some elbow room."

"Elbow room" Bo chuckled, rubbing one of those thick shoulders as Juan took his spot on the scales "whooeee, sez here two-thirty, that right?"

"Yeah, I guess" Juan stepped off and got into place on the weight bench. He was big and thick, but no professional weight-lifter that these other dudes. So when he saw Bo load up one hundred and fifty pounds of weight, he knew he was sunk. With a great deal of effort and both Bo and Jim spotting him, four was the best he could do.

"I ain't like you dudes..." Juan wiped his face, avoiding Jim's glare.

"So who's the loser on – " Steve was hoping he was seeing Jim's undoing now, smelling blood.

"Next up those pull-ups of yours!" Bo spun around to face Tony "your idea remember?"

"Okay fine but first a break here!"

"No breaks! Breaks are for wimps!" Bo bellowed, enlisting Steve the tallest of the group to help him retrieve and tie up that leather-covered metal bar to that ever-threatening hook hanging from the ceiling "okay same as before but..." doing the math in his head "additional ten percent bodyweight!"

"Huh?!" from around the room. Bo looped a weight belt around his neck and tied on thirty-pounds, pulling his shoulders and neck into strange and impressive thick angles. He reached up and with a scary groan managed to power himself up until his chin hit the leather bar. He managed three more with Sam stabilizing his huge hips, preventing him from swinging all over the place like a shiny side of beef.

Ignoring the scared comments and chorus of protests, Bo got Sam into position with a twenty-pounder hanging from his neck next. As expected, Sam was all bulk and dead weight, so three pull-ups almost killed him.

With twenty pounds around his neck as well, Tony did not embarrass himself but did eight, then nine, tiring at ten and finished with eleven dramatic pull-ups, his powerful upper body and shoulders flexing and popping like they were designed for this. His partner John was not so lucky. Even though the weight was reduced to eighteen pounds, he only managed four, his bulk working against him. After all John was a football player, not a gymnast for crying out loud. He felt like shit when he finished but Tony gave his shoulder a hug to cheer him up.

The team of Steve and Larry was the clear loser of this round. Steve's twenty-five pounds were pure torture, and had he not been pushing himself the last few days he might have managed more than seven. Larry managed six pull-ups with his twenty-pounder next.

The last group of Jim and Juan did a repeat of Tony and John with Jim going out of his way to do a big eleven with his twenty-pound weight hardly doing more than make his muscles pop like crazy. Juan however panicked when the twenty-five pounds were strapped around his neck. Even with a running start and nothing weighing him down, Juan doubted he could have done more than five. At it turned out, he only managed three, the last one with a disputed assist. They argued – rather Jim argued – but Bo said it stood. Jim glared at Tony, knowing he beat him by one measly point.

"And y'were so hot for yer flies so now we do yer damn flies" Bo silenced them all with his commanding bass voice "same as before ten percent of your body weight" grabbing two thirties for himself and customizing two dumbbells for Sam "there, eighteens for you."

"Can we have a damn break finally?" Big Steve was feeling everything catch up with him.

"Y'can be resting yer ass soon enough" Bo grunted and before anyone could say shit up swung those thick arms again and again. Sam faced him and copied him fly for fly, so caught up staring at Bo the huge dude totally in his element. Sam was so focused on the wall of flexing muscle in front of him he did not realize how many he was doing himself. Only when Bo grunted "ten!" did Sam feel his arms start to give out. He hit the wall at twelve, his arms on fire still sore from the night before, and then watched as Bo continued to fifteen and then stopped at twenty, even though it looked like he could have kept going for another twenty "okay enough playin with yerselves watchin us do it. You meatheads now!"

"Hey we're still sore from – "

"Tough!" so Tony and John grabbed their weights next, Bo's twenties for Tony and John taking Sam's eighteens.

"Don't be standing around pullin yer pud" Bo turned on Larry and Steve as soon as Tony and John started in "you too both of ya right now" which is what they did. Larry saw Bo grab two rusty old barbells twenty pounders adding additional one pound weights for him and Steve, well he got two twenty-five pound cast iron monsters. As soon as Bo saw a smirk on Jim's face it was their turn as well. Jim inherited Tony's twenty-pounders as Juan got a custom adjustment, adding more weight to John's barbells making a total of twenty-three pounds each. The groans of grunts of mass agony coming from all quarters of the room was something like music to Bo's ears.

When Sam saw the team of Larry and Steve start to rack up the flies he nodded at John catching his eye. He pointed at him and then himself, drawing a finger across his throat like: we're dead! John decided to take matters into his own hands and before anyone could stop him, and before anyone commented how the group activities were tenting out his sticky semi-transparent ragged singlet he tiptoed up behind Steve and when his arms were totally extended he grabbed his shorts and yanked them down!

"What the fuck!" Steve dropped one dumbbell fast as he bent forward to try to cover up and yank his shorts back up "who the?"

"Oops..." John looked at Sam and shrugged.

"No fair! Do-over!" but Steve knew John almost did him a favor. By that point his arms were so blown out at fourteen he doubted he could have fifteen much less twenty if he had to. Instead Larry finished his at fifteen and came up behind him,

"Keep going" he whispered, encouraging him to pick up his weights again. When Steve re-gripped his weights, Larry's hands were supporting Steve's triceps, pushing up each time, almost doing most of the work.

"No fair! Foul!" of course it was Jim protested "he already finished." And although Tony and John had finished as well, it was Jim who made the loudest stink.

"Nobody said you can't help your partner" Bo twisted his lip in an evil half-grin "it's all about teamwork, in case y'didn't figure – " watching Larry do the heavy lifting for Steve's last two, finishing at hard-won sixteen.

"Fine!" Jim all but shoved the dumbbells back into Juan's hands "keep going!" which is what Juan did. With Jim's help he managed another seven. After much shouting and arguing all the teams made a final push, with Tony getting in seventeen, matching Jim. John wanted to go again, hoping Tony would help his add to his thirteen, especially seeing Jim cheating to help Juan go from nine to ten! But it still was not good enough to match John's thirteen!

"Okay okay okay!" Bo held up his hands "that'll do. Time to call quits this final competition is finished. Now we total up numbers – time t'face the music gentlemen!"

"Wait wait!" Jim jumped ahead, again the first to object "I wasn't keeping – "

"Too late, I was!" Sam and John both cut him off.

"Like I wasn't" Bo pulled out a deadly sheet of paper and waved it at them, slightly less menacing than a boa constrictor "remember best average gets ten points each routine, then five – "

`Wait! I thought you said twenty – "

"Seein if yer payin attention. Twenty for best average, then ten then five, then fuckin nothing!"

"We're fucked" John looked at Tony.

"No actually..." Bo looked at Larry "with a combined score of fifteen, in last place..."

"No way!" Larry knew it was Jim and Juan "those two right?"

"No, you guys got total twenty-five" pointing at Juan "yup, those two."

"Okay second place!" Sam hoped it was him and Bo.

"Actually tied at twenty-five as well, good goin teammate" patting Sam on the back "but you two!" that thick knuckled finger jabbing at Larry. Steve almost swallowed his tongue.

"You shittin me?"

"Oh fuck..." John wanted to hide somewhere "Tony...?"

"Wait what about us?" Tony came over and looked over Bo's shoulder "well, fuck he's right John those numbers don't lie!"

"Best score, with total forty-five, taking first, first and third" Bo narrowed his eyes at Tony "yup, you and Big John there!"

"No way!" John knew he screwed up big time, not only for himself but for his hero Tony, putting them both in the hotseat "what about – "

"I told you all" Bo showed him the numbers as well until he was satisfied – almost "you help your teammate. It's all about – "

"Sorry Steve" John lowered his head, too freaked to make eye contact with his new idol "it's all my fault! If I wouldn't've – "

"Coulda woulda shoulda..." Jim shrugged, hiding his complete satisfaction, knowing Steve was going down big time "so now what? Oh shit..." the lightbulb went off "they gotta pick from the list!" nailing both Steve and Larry in the cross-hairs

"We got how many?"

"Fifteen" Bo shook his head "third place doin pull-ups, and second doin flies ain't cutting it."

"They gotta pick they gotta pick they gotta pick!" Jim said over and over, one eye watching Tony.

"We all do..." Steve sneered back at him "except you two I imagine. Right Bo?"

"Weeeeelllll..." Bo drawled out the word like an ace up his sleeve. He looked at Sam "we tied for second place just like them."

"Sweet!" Jim rubbed his hands together "who gets fucked first? Wait!"

"Geez Larson!" Tony came within inches of his face "that all you ever think about? You got buttfuck on the brain Jimbo big time, y'know that? I mean for this big straight – "

"So wait! If we're tied for second..."

"Damn..." Tony got the picture fast "that means me and John here are the ONLY group don't gotta pick, ain't that – "

"Wait! NO! Do over!"

"Just so there ain't no hard feelins..." Bo returned with the clipboard of penalties "if y'two pick first then..." shaking the papers at Juan for some reason.

"Wait, I ain't part of this" Juan tried to make gestures like he wanted to leave.

"You stayin just like Jimbo here" Tony was as eager to see Jim brought down a peg as Jim earlier "time to pay up!"

"Or then me'n Sam here t'pick first, and that means is whatever ya pick next only be worse count on it!"

"This is fucked."

"That's a serious possibility" Bo swelled his chest "so Jimbo now y'decide... y'gonna punk out in front of all yer friends or y'gonna man up cause if y'don't we go – "

"Fuck fuck fuck" Jim paced the floor almost expecting Juan to pull his butt from the fire "fuck damn okay we'll pick first!" Jim knew Bo once again had outmaneuvered him. Right into another corner. Like Jim's perpetual hardon was not calling all the shots now.

"Well?" Bo shook the lists again.

"It better not be all that bad" Jim glared at Steve next, like he was also immune to what was going to happen "damn can't do this I can't be the one. You decide" jabbing Juan in his big gut.

"I want you all t'know I ain't that way" Juan was sweating and blushing "just so y'know, we clear on that?" but everyone knew he was just stalling "okay, yours."

"Who me?" Larry knew his second penalty was going to be a noose around his own neck for even suggesting shit like what he had written.

"No... behind you" Juan twisted his neck "the young kid."

"Me?" Sam squeaked.

"You forgetting he's the one already had us blowin each other?" Jim panicked.

"Y'mean you almost ALMOST suckin ME, yeah I forgot" Juan narrowed his eyes "okay you" back to Larry.

"Y'sure now?" Bo reached for the papers.

"He's already dead meat" Jim glared "yeah. I'm hopin cause like it's his first of three is won't be that bad" seeing Larry avoiding making eye contact with him "y'hear me? It better not be – "

"Read it, first line" Bo handed him Larry's penalty list.

"It says..." Juan's eyes went wide "you dudes ALL into this shit?"

"What's the verdict Jimbo?" Tony could not wait to hear.

"Damn you Jismboy" Jim janked the paper from Juan's shaking hands without even reading it "what if I – we don't agree."

"Then it's the next on the list, you decide!" Bo was dancing with their stalling yet he was still going to push this to happen.

"Well I ain't getting fucked in the ass so..." Jim spilling the beans on Larry's second penalty "seriously Jensmell you are so gonna regret this!"

"Read it dammnit!" Tony was ready to read it himself.

"The little faggot wrote: teammates sixty-nine" throwing the paper in his face "you gonna so regret ever crossing me asshole!"

"That's not all of it!" Larry grabbed the paper off the floor "it REALLY says: camera running strip each other naked. Sixty-nine with smaller of two tied onto table. Guy not cum first sucks three more dudes, top team and..." handing it to Bo "one loser picks himself! Ain't that right?"

Bo looked at it "more or less yeah, that's what Horned Boy wrote" holding it up "anybody dispute it?"

"Yeah ME for starters!" Jim was not happy.

"Like I said" Bo growled low and deadly "y'refuse and y'do the next on the list" sideways glance at Larry "don't be thinkin y'wanna be try to make Juan's tool fit in yer ass so – "

"I will get even I swear!" Jim all but spat at him "shit... we haveta be doin this now right huh? Can't we – "

"NO right NOW" Bo grabbed Sam trying to hide in the corner "putting ya t'work. Get a fresh tape from yer friend Steve in there" nodding towards the back office "then yer runnin the camera, young pup" trying to keep him out of the action now that the main events had started.

"Right" and Sam all but flew out of the room, anxious to be far away from that Jim guy, now that he was cornered and ready to go ballistic. He was back in less than two seconds, or so it seemed, yet the group was still arguing. Finally Bo put his fingers to his lips and let out a whistle loud enough to cause permanent damage to any neighborhood dogs. But that got their attention. Jim hated to admit it but he was cornered; all his friends, every last one it seemed had turned against him.

"C'mon Skinbo" Tony lowered his voice enough to calm Jim "y'know how good you look, you've seen yourself on camera, y'know how your bod – "

"Yeah but this is different."

"Just do it Jim..." Steve was also cutting off his retreat "by now this should be second nature."

"Eat shit Bearbreath..."

"One thing at a time, just start with the clothes okay?"

"Fuck..." Jim turned to Juan "get over here!" and that was it. Suddenly Jim was in a hurry to get Juan's t-shirt free from his borrowed running shorts. Bo signaled Sam to make sure it was loaded and rolling as Jim's fingers struggled with the sweaty material. Long before Juan's shirt was off, Juan pulled Jim's muscle T free and was yanking it over his head.

"Looking good there Jimbo" Tony watched the competition muscle become exposed to the group all over again. But this time the implication of what was coming made all that toned flesh look even more erotic. While Jim's shirt and then his shorts got tugged to the ground, standing there is his jock, his hard cock already jutting out the side, Juan was struggling to free himself from those knotted shoelaces. While the seconds ticked away, Jim knew he had to do it. Flexing and pumping out his chest he tugged off his jock and stood naked and erect, hoping no one breathed one word about why he was so horned up already. It seemed forever before Juan freed himself of his shoes, which only prolonged Jim's naked posing for the camera. But that he could do, that was something Jim actually secretly wanted. But being forced to go over to Juan and help him yank down his shorts and boxers, exposing that grossly enlarged brown cock hanging down past those huge hairy turkey eggs was something he hated. And having to do it with a hardon – like the big dude was turning him on! – that was the worst most embarrassing thing he had done in his life. There was a moment of two of them flexing their arms for the camera, one guy big and brown, the other shorter but more powerful, until they were both directed over to that padded table.

"Okay but not the straps no way!" Jim protested as he was directed to lie flat on his back, naked and slippery against that leather table, that shaved crotch thrust upwards.

"Part of the penalty Jimbo" Larry was openly stroking himself now, seeing this was for his benefit after all. So with a certain struggling it was five against one and Jim's arms were pulled backwards and tied to the corners of the table, then with even more struggling his ankles were tied as well. All it did was make his shiny muscles stand out even more as he twisted and tensed and protested, knowing the worst was seconds away.

"I know this ain't right" Juan muttered as they helped him up and onto the table, the braces groaning with the combined weight. With help from Bo and Steve, and with Tony directing Juan's thick hips into place, they got him on his hands and knees spread out over Jim's pinned body.

"How long?" Juan was panting and that huge chest heaving with the nervousness of having to do this in front of a roomful of guys.

"No time limit... stud" Bo's hands stayed on Juan's back "until the first dude shoots. Y'know what ya gotta do... do it!"

"I never shoulda come here..." Juan closed his eyes as he lowered himself down to his elbows, rolling his body forward and down until his face was hovering over that shaved crotch. When he felt Jim's face make contact with his dangling balls it was almost a surprise. What was even more a surprise was when he lowered his crotch down another few inches and the end of his foreskin felt a mouth come up and surround it. Juan used a free hand to grab that smooth steely cock and direct it to his lips. He kept his eyes closed as it entered his mouth, at the same time his hips thrust downward forcing several inches of his cock into the hottest wettest thing he had felt in a long time. He was sucking a dude's cock but more important he was getting sucked in the process! That was all it took for his cock to finish filling out, feeling that hot mouth and throat starting to gag around it. Once Juan felt that, then damnit he was off to the races!

Once Steve saw Jim naked and hard his cock was free of his shorts and he was jacking himself like he had not been hard the last half-hour already. Like he had not had Larry pull a load from him not an hour ago. So grabbing Jim's naked body and helping to tie him to that table was almost more than he could stand. It was lucky for him that it took both hands to get Jim's legs yanked down and apart, because his dick was throbbing out pre-cum like he hadn't been blowing loads night after night. But when he saw Juan crouching over Jim's writhing naked muscles and lower his head and take his cock in his mouth something shook Steve's whole body. Before he could stop himself he was grabbing Juan's shoulder nearest to him and pressing his crotch into Jim's hip his cock spasmed and before he could stop himself he was ejaculating his load all over Jim's hip and thigh! Steve's cock was spasming and spasming like it would never stop cumming!

"You all are gonna be seein worse I'm wagerin" Bo saw Steve lose his load and knew that the genie was out of the bottle in a huge way. Juan, who never sucked a cock before was now bobbing up and down on Jim's bone like he never wanted this to end. At the same time he was thrusting his hips down into Jim's mouth, shoving his now fully hard eleven inches of beer-can thick cock into Jim's throat enough to make him gag but not enough to choke him. Tony and John and Larry were in a tight circle around the action, Larry jacking himself then stopping jacking stopping over and over, and Tony and John rubbing each other everywhere showing serious hardons still trapped in their shorts. Sam was making a good display of keeping both hands on the camcorder but his singlet was so stretched and soaked with his leaking cock it was just a matter of time before he would dive into the dog pile next "not playin favorites mind you" and Bo grabbed Juan's knees and spread them apart, exposing the hairy crack of his thick ass. Before anyone knew what hit them, Bo's face was buried in Juan's hole!

"Fuck! Fuck!" Juan yanked his mouth off Jim's cock when he felt something like he never imagined! A hot tongue was at his hole and running around his spasming ring and pressing into him. The exquisite sensational shock of pleasure so quickly overcame his initial shock then waves and waves of overwhelming agonizing stimulation spread through his entire crotch so much he did not even remember shoving Jim's cock back into his mouth as he buried his own sausage down that gagging throat beneath him thrusting and again completely out of control as that muscle-hard tongue started pressing deep into his relaxing ring.

Something short-circuited in John's over-sexed brain when he saw those two naked guys start sucking each other off simultaneously, like a well-rehearsed triple-x major studio exhibition custom designed for his balls. This was something he always wanted and never had the nads to suggest with Rich. The thought of doing this with Tony was too hot to think possible, but there were Tony's hands all over his shoulders and arms as the two drooled over this show. And John had given up trying to keep his pervy little mitts off Tony's hard muscles once all this started spinning out of control. But for some reason they both knew if their hands traveled below their waistbands it would be a run-away train for both of them so it was serious heavy petting and pawing, all eyes glued to Jim getting this gigantic hardon shoved again and again down his throat as his own veiny red pistoning steel rod was swallowed over and over by this huge straight bouncer of a guy who accidentally stumbled into their sex party. John's hands were slipping down to forbidden areas rubbing Tony's hard glutes when he looked to his side seeing Steve's hard cock throbbing again and again and barely touching Jim's naked flesh he started shooting this huge load all over him! The next thing John knew his mouth was on that cum-slimed cock so fast, sucking the last of the salty load from the wide stretched head as Steve bucked his hips into John's mouth, his body in the grips of some uncontrollable rage.

Jim felt his arms and legs stretched out to a tight muscular X and just knew how hot he looked, naked and totally boned, his shaved crotch making his cock and balls look twice their size and then that huge sweaty hot body was hovering over him and he felt those hairy nads and then that metal tipped battering ram rubbing against his face. What the fuck could he do? He was tied and immobile, stripped and exposed so all he could do was open his mouth and let it happen. He had done everything he could to make sure this was not the first cock to go in his mouth tonight – that would have been too gross – but after being hooded and blinded before when he was forced to suck cock, this was almost bearable. And now he was tied up and all of this was happening against his will and then he felt that hot mouth descend to his cock and it was all over! Before he knew it he was opening up wider and wider, making more and more of that inhuman appendage go down his throat, gagging him into semi-consciousness. After the first few panic moments he learned to time his breathing through his nose as more and more of that hardening flesh rammed its way down his gut. But that mouth on his dick was giving him a blow-job like he never had. And Steve had been a very close second. And then he imagined it was Steve's mouth on him! Not it was Steve's ass tight around his cock, his cock, Steve's ass, again and again and Jim felt his balls start to churn up his load. But his load was not so quick to shoot now he had already outed himself all but shooting off on the floor sucking off those guys before. Wow, Jim Larson alpha stud, blond bodybuilder with the perfect body and perfect cock unable to control his cum like some inept teenager. And with his mouth full of dick on top of it! And here he was again with his mouth being used by a cock. And the biggest cock in town was rearranging his tonsils, but this time his cock was being sucked! The image of the two of them joined at their cocks forming this naked spectacle went right into Jim's balls and again he felt like cumming but before he felt his cock throb and swell his mouth was suddenly filling with slimy sticky salty goo! Was this damn Mexican cumming???

As soon as Juan felt that tongue invade his hole he knew his orgasm, his self-incriminating totally damning orgasm could not be postponed much longer. He had been ball-churning ever since he felt that huge powerlifter's hand brush up against his cock before. Like that was the most impossible thing to ever have happen to a big lumpy slob like him. But once he felt that, he knew the whole disaster with this same Jim before freaking out over his cock and piercings and everything was not going to get him beaten to a pulp. Maybe just maybe he was not the sideshow freak any longer. Like the most casual swipe of Bo's hand against his crotch was better than the hottest sex he ever received in his whole life. And when Bo actually pulled his meat and bull balls free of his shorts and displayed it on this same table before, like they were the crown jewels or some shit, Juan hated to admit he almost shot off then and there. Luckily all the exercises and everything since then got his mind off his dick enough to keep it from becoming totally erect. And when he filled out, it was not something to be ignored or laughed off. But all through the evening it felt like his balls were churning out more and more cum, like when he did it would be a record-breaking flood-gate busting orgasm to beat – and then Juan felt that tongue at his ass and his balls tightened up like he could let himself go anytime if he did not totally concentrate. Sucking on that dick was almost enough to keep himself from losing control, but it was taking everything he could do not to blow his brains out. He was doing math tables in his head, state capitals, food bills, everything he could to keep from unloading down that muscle-bound stud's throat. Because once he shot his load, Juan just knew the intruder would wear out his welcome fast. They would all turn on him and he would be the laughingstock he had been brought here tonight to be in the first place. That was when he felt that tongue what? The damn powerlifter was humming! And Juan saw stars as his hips fell forward, his balls turning inside out as the scalding hot jism exploded from his giant cock and began to overwhelm that mouth and throat beneath him again and again like he could not stop if he tried. But Juan was spinning and blacking out too much to try.

Jim felt his balls start the final tightening, a load building and building like nothing on earth could stop it and then that wrist-thick in his throat swelled to twice its size and Jim gasped as the first eruption of cum blasted into him. He retched and managed to pull back as more and more thick bitter sludge poured into him, swallowing and gagging and still it did not stop until it was gushing out of both sides of his mouth and still it did not stop. He was about to gag and almost was passing out when someone pulled Juan's crotch off his face fast. Jim saw the bright lights in the ceiling but they were spinning in circles and only Steve's – no Juan's – hot mouth leaving his cock just as he was tightening his cum muscles for the first shot but no, he was pumping cold air and his orgasm was right on the edge then lost.

Bo barely had Juan off the table and to his wobbly feet before Tony all but catapulted John onto Jim's still tied frame.

"Wait! Stop!" from several directions, but not from Jim who was still gasping for air, his head spinning trying to send the blood back to his other head. As soon as Bo got Juan seated on the floor with a towel over his head he raised his hands for order. By that point John was already straddling Jim's waist, looking around the room not sure what would happen next.

"Guys! Stop already! Y'all need a break t'catch yer – " Bo tried.

"Like you could stop this now if you tried. Huh Jimbo?" Tony grabbed his shoulder and shook it oh so gently "you wanna prolong this or get it over with?" but all Jim could answer was low grunts as the color returned to his face.

"Well Mack, that penalty y'wanna remind Jimbo of..."

"I... uh... fuck..." Jim raised his head to see John's crotch staring at him "I can't fight anymore y'win" and he caved in. Jim truly had all the fight knocked out of him. Something had been short-circuited in his brain when he felt his mouth on a cock while a mouth was on his cock. Like his final defense had been breached and there was no point playing games any longer. The great and might Jim Larson had been brought crashing down.

"What... what... well... what should I...?" John looked at Tony. Tony looked at Jim. Jim closed his eyes and nodded, his mouth opening by itself "fuck... y'mean...?"

"Lose the singlet kid, all the way this time" Bo nodded, sensing the mood of the room now spinning out of control into the red zone. And that was it. John pulled down the straps, the shrinking red material exposing more and more of his sweat-smeared hairy bulky torso. With Bo's help and then Tony's he struggled to his knees straddling Jim as he tugged and yanked the material past his half-hard, hearing the room react to his recently shaved crotch and then he was stepping out of that damned South singlet. Finally! He crouched naked towering over all of them, looking down at all of them, naked and horny, then he caught Sam's eyes. The look there combined shock and admiration and wonder and about twenty other things, like he was finally seeing John in all his glory for the first time.

"This one's for you puppydog" John got back down to his hands and inched forward until his shaved balls were rubbing against Jim's chin "y'want this?"

"Uhngnh... unghh..." Jim grunted with his mouth full of smelly teen balls.

"Say it! Say ya want my cock, ya big musclehead!"

"I want..." Jim heard a distant voice say "I want to suck your cock..." and before John realized who was tied beneath him, he bent his cock down into that open mouth. He straightened his arms and legs and then caught Tony's eyes "naked pushups coach" as he began slow steady up and down pumps into Jim's mouth. After ten John was spit-polished hard; after twenty he was filled out to maximum. After thirty his arms were giving out "your turn" he grunted to Tony.

"Huh?"

"Take my place... coach" John twisted himself to the side and lowered himself down to the floor "do it!"

"Bo...?"

"Y'heard the coach" Bo's eyes went wide seeing what was sticking out of John's crotch "I ain't arguin with that big gun" making sure John saw where he was looking.

"Coach!" but Tony hesitated.

"That's an order Tony the Bone" John realized he was standing there naked and hard. His reaction was to tug at his cock with teenage pride. When he saw Tony hesitate he took the two steps over to him and started to yank his string T up from his abs "do it. You know how you'll look. And think y'got Jim there right where y'want him" as he pulled the top over Tony's head. They both heard Sam bring the camera around for a close-up of that body he had never seen before "y'think Rich's dad looks good like this... wait til you see the real deal. Go on Tony" John's fingers at his waistband "show him the whole Norton package!"

"Yes sir coach" and big Tony Norton, Italian bodybuilder extraordinaire dropped his shorts and jock and stood there in his shave competitor perfection. It took all of two seconds before he remembered what was to happen next. He swaggered over to the table where Jim had been watching this with a combination of dread and lust. Before Jim said a word Tony swung himself up onto the table straddling Jim's chest, his heavy equipment hitting Jim in the chin.

"Okay stud, gimme naked pushups! Fifty!"

"Yes sir, coming right up coach!" Tony stretched out until his hands were on either side of Jim tied wrists. He lowed his crotch until he felt his cock find Jim's opened mouth "sorry it had to happen like this" his whispered down at the immobilized body beneath him.

"I'm..." gulp "not" as Tony's cock found its way into Jim's waiting throat. Again and again Tony used his powerful arms to lower himself inch by inch into Jim's mouth, allowing it to rest there as he felt Jim's tongue rubbing and swirling around during those four or five seconds Tony was all the way down. After ten of those Tony's cock was completely erect. Again. But unlike Juan's brutal slamming down into Jim's throat, Tony took his time and slowly and with great care and aim pressed his hard cut cock down into Jim's mouth. When he felt Jim's throat open up for the rest of the hardened length Tony knew his orgasm was imminent.

John was horny now, horny and lit like he had never been before. All those workouts in the garage were like a half-ass warm-up, like a dress rehearsal compared to this. Or maybe all those work-outs were just a cover, a ruse to get them all to the point their horndog natures finally took over. He looked at Larry struggling with his impending orgasm like his life hung in the balance, even though Bo kept making attempts to get him to slow down. And there was Steve standing there with his shorts around his knees pulling on that uncut meat like it was him and not John doing Jim. But John paid attention enough to slide over to him and before Steve could stop him that cock was back in John's mouth. He didn't know what came over him; they both knew John would just as well be sucking Tony or... even something worse. But there was some kind of bond between them, something John felt the first time he saw him barge into Tony's garage, the big football player too hot to approach, much less see so much as stripped to the waist, and now here was John with the big dog's cock filling his mouth. And when he felt that huge hand on the back of his head, guiding it up and down with total permission, John knew he had arrived in the big leagues.

"Somethin for yer troubles" Bo appeared at their side, handing John three rubber cock rings in various sizes. John immediately started putting one around Steve's goods.

"Your turn, coach" Tony lowered himself down to the floor, covered in sweat and showing the hardest shiniest dick perfectly framed by all those thick corded muscles. Sam whistled and brought the camera closer. Tony took one of the cock rings from John and directed him towards Jim again "gimme twenty!"

"Got it!" John struggled to make the ring fit around his unbending cock, but with Bo's greased stimulating help got it stretched around both cock and balls. Once he got back into place above Jim's head, he realized the wisdom of Bo's choice. His cock pointed straight out, or in this case straight down. Straight down Jim's throat. He looked over at a naked Tony put the ring around his goods even giving a pose or two to Sam who thought he had died and gone to heaven. But the main event seemed to be the way John was feeding his too-large-for-his-age cock again and again down into Jim's mouth. And seeing both Larry and Steve jerking off to his show was more than John's overstimulated cock could bear. He felt his hips start to spasm and then Steve's hands were on his hips pulling him up "shit I gotta cum I gotta cum!"

"We wanna see it okay?" Larry looked at Steve who nodded back "we wanna see the stud cum."

"Huh? Me?" feeling Steve's hand circling the base of his cock, and then Larry's hand rubbing his balls.

"Yeah you stud" Steve growled "you forget I get off seeing you blow your load, remember?"

"Fuck..." John felt those hands on his most sensitive parts and then he lowered himself down until Jim's mouth was again swallowing him whole. But this time John stayed down, not believing how that tongue was actually trying to rub his cock more. John's hips went into autopilot as he felt the too-long delayed orgasm barreling towards him "fuck fuck I'm gonna I'm gonna" and it hit him like a ton of bricks! Just in time Steve pulled him up as his cock exploded his load all over Jim's face.

"Yeah kid shoot shoot SHOOT!" Steve barked as he continued to jack that slimy cock, sending load after load down into Jim's mouth all over his nose and chin until his whole face was covered with John's load "yeah! I knew you were the total stud!" Steve grunted "hey Tony finish him off now!"

"Coach?"

"Do it!" John raised himself to his knees as Steve continued to pull his cock, while Larry smeared the last of the cum all over his tightly stretched balls. Finally the two finished playing with his junk and Tony then straddled Jim.

"Man you should see how you look!" waving Sam closer.

"Sick gross fuck I know..."

"No, fuckin hot sex stud!" Tony smeared some of the cum off Jim's chin and onto his cock, now tightly circled by the cock ring, harder and redder than it had been all night "and I'm jacking off with the hot stud's cum!" and that did it! Tony arched his head back and the first three shots went way over Jim' head hitting the edge of the table. Jim leaned forward until his tongue could just reach Tony's balls all but begging for it. Tony lowered his cock into the waiting mouth and pumped and pumped and pumped, feeling spasm after spasm of his hot load flush that already slimy mouth.

"Sorry t'hurry ya up but" Bo grabbed Tony's balls and gave them a tender but insistent rub "well Jimbo, now y'pick third stud t'suck, who's it gonna be?"

"Huh?" Jim was gasping for air, cum running down his chin, his face and chest blotchy from the exertion as well as the ass prints on his pecs "what?"

"Number three Skinbo, you were forced to blow me and John here" Tony swung himself over and down to the floor "that was forced on you but now the worst part. Now you gotta pick the dude you blow next!"

"C'mon guys untie me, gimme a break" Jim made a point of struggling "I gotta piss something awful!"

"Give'm a break" Sam piped up from behind the cameras. What he really was saying is: don't forget about me, I got a horn on like you can't imagine!

"Leave that on" Bo saw Tony trying to pull off his cock ring "you two also" looking at Steve and John "well? The sooner y'decide the sooner..."

"I already decided" Jim craned his neck until he locked eyes with... "don't make me beg" looking at Steve!

"Wow! What? Really?" Steve was both shocked and a bit nervous "after all he had been over-exposed how many times already "why me? You sure Jimbo?"

"Okay I'm beggin" Jim pulled at his restraints knowing how it looked and the effect it had on Steve "only guy here man enough to make me suck his cock! That's you Cumbreath!"

"Y-y-you you sure?"

"I want that big football cock rearranging my tonsils! Make me your cum-dump stud! I'm beggin ya... Steve..."

Steve knew part of it was mugging for the cameras, playing up the game for the room. But there was that other part that didn't make sense. Steve did not know what Jim's game was. But before he could find out he raised his big bulk onto the table. He looked down at that perfect specimen tied below him, every muscle shown to it maximum effect, naked and vulnerable to anything Steve wanted. And then it hit him! It hit him the same way it must have hit Larry before wearing the mask. Steve could do anything he wanted and Jim could not say boo!

"Y'forgettin Jim here earned a piss break" Bo came over to the table. As soon as he did the rest of the group formed a circle as well.

"I got that covered" Steve looked down at Jim's body "I got my bud covered" and before anyone could stop him Steve swung around until he was lying head to toe over Jim exactly like Juan earlier "ya gotta piss? Okay go ahead and piss" and Steve lowered his face until his tongue was tickling Jim's balls.

"Ugh! NO! DON'T!" Jim spasmed and bucked, trying to push Steve's face away from his crotch "lemme up!"

"Buddy's gotta piss... gotta flood that piss somewhere fast, right?" again that tongue tickled Jim's balls, even pushing into the area between his separated legs "gotta piss... real... BAD!" and then Steve's tongue tickling Jim's shaved pubes!

"NO! GOD! STOP! DAMN!" Jim lurched and bucked and then it happened. He lost control and started pissing in a high arc into the air. But within a millisecond Steve's mouth encircled that cock and began sucking it hard, all but pulling the piss from Jim's tickled crotch. Jim screamed and bucked but once his bladder started emptying there was no stopping until Steve had gulped down everything Jim had to give him. But Steve had just started. His mouth continued its up and down motion gently sucking Jim's cock back to life until it was just as hard as when Juan's mouth was on it. As soon as that thought crossed Jim's mind, Steve's cock lowered itself down towards his gasping mouth. And because that cock ring was still ensnaring his goods it was angled perfectly to go right in. Jim's mind went a bit berserk when he figured out Steve actually was boning before he made contact with Jim's mouth. And what got him boning was... fuck! Jim realized swallowing his g-d piss is what got Steve really smoking! Steve actually thought even drinking his fucking piss was hot? Steve really really was that into him? And it all came tumbling down, because once again Jim had a cock in his mouth, a mouth on his cock and everything everything made sense. And the fact that it was Steve's cock and Steve's mouth... and then it happened. Jim just bucked his hips up and something inside just snapped, the whole night's worth of constant edging and cockteasing and he just exploded, like he was pissing and cumming and unloading all in one. He didn't know what was pumping out of his cock at that moment, but the way Steve was moaning and jamming his cock harder and harder into his face, Jim imagined Steve was actually closing in on his own ball buster. After what felt like hours blowing his load, Jim began to yell with the hypersensitive pain and Steve yanked his mouth off his prize, pulling his own bone free of Jim's mouth in the process.

"Remind me t'keep ya on a shorter leash next time!" Bo narrowed his eyes at Steve "now clean up all yer abomination off my nice new table!" letting a slight chuckle escape his big chest "and get yer bud to the bathroom. He hasta piss remember?"

"Y'bet!" Steve could not have been happier. While they were gone Bo cleaned up the damage and sent everyone for a thirty second break. He was aware the interim could break the mood he had gone through all this effort to create so did not want the tension to get pissed away.

"So you two" Bo singled out Larry and Steve from the returning crowd "time for last place team to – "

"Aren't ya forgetting something?" suddenly Jim was coming to Steve's defense. Bo and several others noticed the change "nice try Bo!"

"And what am I forgettin?" Bo chuckled "nothin escapes this" tapping his temple.

"I think Sam you should pick it" John was standing there wearing somebody's jockstrap, loose and dangling enough to require constant tugging.

"Yeah make the kid pick" Larry was all too aware he was one of the few who had not blown his load yet and wanted that oversight corrected as quickly as possible "not that we don't trust you" smiling a huge grin at Bo.

"Yeah, Mack" Tony joined it "of course we trust you. I mean look around" indicating the naked and half-naked guys forming a crowd "look at this nice g-rated ice cream social evening you arranged" getting a chuckle from Jim and several others "besides you already read the penalties – "

"No I ain't!"

"If you didn't" Steve came up next to Jim drying his hair "you pull your mind-reading act so yeah..." patting Sam on the back hard enough for him to lose his balance "it's your show young'un!"

"Fine" Bo shrugged "okay Sam whose list?"

"I don't know what you dudes wrote, but I do know what I wrote!" Sam looked at Bo, playing his final gamble "so I'm picking..." looking at Bo then John "mine!"

"NO!" Bo yelled.

"Told ya Bo's been cheating!" Tony laughed then saw Bo's serious expression "what did the little kid write?"

"Don't matter!" Bo growled "ain't happenin!"

"Sam...?" John got scared. After all this was Terry the Hulk's kid brother, and probable punching bag. Or worse. So if anyone had a first-hand experience with the darker side of sadistic streaks, it was little innocent looking Sam "what did you write?"

"Like I said ain't happenin!" Bo muscled over to Sam "pick again!"

"You gonna tell'm or am I?" Sam knew doing the penalty was not as bad as looking like a cheat and a punk "cause I ain't picking again."

"You are too young to – "

"What I wrote was – "

"NO!"

"I wrote" Sam shouted over Bo "teammates fuck each other – "

"Shut UP!"

"Sam!" from John and half the room.

"Right? Right Bo?"

"I ain't fuckin no underage kid!" Bo looked around the room "in a roomful of cops? Kid you trippin if – "

"Was that really it?" Tony looked at Sam "Bo I wanna read it for myself!"

"Don't matter! Ain't happenin!"

But Tony went and found the clipboard and yanked Sam's list before Bo could intercept him. He read,

"Damnit the kid wasn't kidding! It says: Teammates fuck or – "

"Still ain't happenin!" Bo knew it only got worse.

"Or..." Tony contined "or both get tied down and fucked by four guys!"

"I ain't picking again" Sam looked around the room "cause whatever else it's only worse cause I know you guys all wrote the same thing or worse!"

"C'mon Sam pick mine!" Larry tried "it ain't no worse'n what Skinbo Cumboy had t'do."

"Hey!" Jim snapped.

"And you saw how much he hated that!"

"Funny Jismboy!"

"Like you ain't Jismboy as well" Larry smirked "okay Cumstud, that's a better title for you."

"It fits you" Steve slapped Jim on the back "admit it!"

"Suck my dick!"

"Deal!" Steve laughed "where and when?" calling him out.

"I ain't fuckin the kid!" Bo returned to the problem at hand.

"Didn't expect that" Sam turned to him "it was a fantasy okay? Even if y'did I don't think... y'know..."

"You could do it and live, Sam" John looked at Tony "so?"

"Sam, pick again!" Tony looked at him "please!"

"No..." Sam bit his lip. He knew he painted himself into a corner and now he had to suffer the penalty "Bo..."

"Conference" Bo came over and put his hands on Sam's shoulders, taking it all in. Without saying a word Bo turned to the group "young pup here has this fucked up idea about honor and shit. So okay we're gonna let him keep his word – "

"NO!" from Tony and Jim, exchanging a surprised look between them.

"But..." Bo held up his hand "but... BUT!"

"C'mon Bo" Steve did not want to be caught in the same trap. This was illegal now and Steve knew any one of them could end up in prison "he's sixteen!"

"Seventeen but... Sam here wrote four guys, don't say how, ain't that right Sam?"

"Wait!"

"He ain't takin two dicks, that ain't happenin!" Bo looked at him "y'know what y'gotta do then..."

"I pick one dude, I know that" Sam looked around the room like he hadn't already decided this hours if not days before "but that forces you to take on three dudes, if I take one..."

"Sam no..." John already knew.

"John... yes" Sam looked at him, his eyes locked "it almost happened before, so why not now?"

"Cause a whole roomful of" waving his hand around the packed room "for starters!"

"So if it was just you and me, then you'd do it, admit you thought – "

"Sam! C'mon!"

"That's a yes" Sam's eyes never leaving John, still too spooked to return the gaze "cause if not I pick someone else... like... Juan!"

"You're crazy!" from John. And Juan. And half the room at least.

"Can't see you just standing there pulling your dick watching me get ripped open, knowing y'could've prevented – "

"Okay OKAY! Y'made your point!" John hated that his puppy dog cornering him like this. But he was right. If he stood by and let someone else do the nasty, he would be labeled a total scumbag asshole. And once word got back to Terry the Hulk... John's fate would end up in the same hospital as Sam. If he lived that long!

"Shit Sommers" Sam shook his head "nobody turns down an offer to fuck my ass. That's just crazy talk. Even for you!"

"Ain't that..." John was paddling and drowning "I mean you and me... I mean we're buds... and if..."

"When!"

"Shit, if... when... not like this, not like..."

"That means yes" Sam turned to Bo "so we're decided. And then after John – "

"Ain't happenin!" Bo knew it was a bluff, it was for show, but he still felt this young kid was one tough little operator! And if he was this pushy, then his brother Terry... "we settled that. You and John, then me..."

"Well gentlemen..." Tony looked around the room "does Bo pick or do we vote?"

"HEY!"

"I say we vote!" Larry knew his time was coming when he and Steve were forced to face their demons as well. But in the meantime he wanted to see Bo finally, just for once, put in his place. Not that he had a grudge against the big dumptruck, he just thought picking those three guys for him made it more humiliating. Like he and Steve were not going to be humiliated and worse when their time came "Bo would pick – "

"Y'don't know shit! I would – "

"Okay men let's make this a real truth or dare moment!" Jim cut in "we do both! Bo picks three names, we pick three names. Same names pop up – that's settled. If not – "

"Deal fine!" Bo surprised them by agreeing so fast. Of course they smelled a rat.

"Guys!" Jim gathered the group around him "you too!" grabbing Sam.

"Who me?"

"No fair!" Bo yelled.

"Fair" Jim pulled them into a huddle. There was a great deal of whispering and angry muttering before they agreed on three names "okay Bo. Who are they?"

"This is way fucked up... but" he looked at Steve "you" next John "you!"

"No way!"

"Sweet!" Tony laughed.

"You!" Bo nailed Larry in his gaze.

"You are totally crazy" but Larry was smiling.

"Guys?" Jim looked around.

"Okay we agree on Steve here" Jim patted him on the back "our sheep to the slaughter. But John... sorry, he's... busy" getting a muffled laugh.

"And Larry?" Steve shook his head "you only picked him because... hell even we can't decide. Sorry it's me" like he was not warming to the idea "Tony..."

"Huh?" Tony acted surprised.

"Only because I earned a break" Jim laughed "otherwise it'd be me."

"And...?" Bo narrowed his eyes, like he did not already know.

"Oh you been arranging this since before we even showed up" Steve caught Bo's expression and returned it twice over "we both know it's Juan – "

"What?"

"But you're too cool to say it out loud."

"Guys... you're just kidding right?" Juan looked at the group "you ain't serious right?"

"It happens."

"Guys y'better know what yer proposin here..." Bo looked at them "y'think this big muscle stud gonna take it up the ass just like – "

"Okay grab him!" Tony yelled and it was a dog pile, six against one. If Bo had really wanted to send them all flying, they all knew he was more than capable of it. But he put up enough struggling to make it camera-worthy, with Larry doing the honors now instead of Sam, and with a great deal of shouting and swearing they had Bo's huge arms tied behind him. He struggled and twisted, but like Jim before him, it only made his huge frame look even more amazing, black thick muscles shiny and veiny, his bulk twisting into eye-popping arrangements of overly-developed cushions piled on top of even more mounds of thick flesh. When they had him more immobilized, Steve grunted in his Bo's ear,

"Bo, the hook" twisting his head up to what Steve was talking about it.

"We both know what that's there for."

"Ain't got no idea what yer – "

"Where is it? Where's that sling?" hearing the shocked reaction from fewer directions than he expected.

"You talkin crazy talk now" Bo playing his role to the hilt.

"How about I start digging around" Tony saw his moment "and see what I find!"

"Don't NO!" too late. Tony was opening drawers and cabinets, his chance to find something, anything to put before Chief Connors once and for all, the evidence that would get his own ass out of the sling, the thought crossing his mind with a certain bitter irony. But no matter where he dug, the most incriminating thing he could find was a drawer of invoices and memos between this company and one in Chicago. It was strange enough Tony hid several for later when he actually had pockets. Then he found paydirt! Way in the back of one drawer he found tubes of some green liquid. And pills! Vial upon vial of all sorts of pills! Those also got set aside. At last Tony got what he came for! So this warehouse was like a twisted chinese puzzle box, the outside normal warehouse cover, but dig down and and it's part sex shop, all covering up for a drug distribution point! He was almost disappointed when he stumbled upon that sling he just knew he would find. Because it meant the now more thorough and justified search had to wait until later "this what you mean?" dragging it over to Steve "this place got some unusual `accessories'... for a regular warehouse... Bo."

"I ain't talkin to a buncha cops!" Bo was back in his role. Or was he? Now Tony was actually unsure how much was acting and how much Bo really was covering for. But the buzz went past him fast as soon as Steve started untangling the sling and tying it up to that hook in the ceiling.

"Somehow why do I know this'll hold your weight big guy huh?" Steve finished his handiwork, earning a low whistle from Jim.

"Never cease to amaze me Bearbreath" Jim shook his head "or rather Pissbreath."

"Like the sound of that" Steve tested the weight then went over to where three guys were holding Bo struggling and sweating buckets "okay, the rough way or the easy way?"

"Go to hell!" Bo yelled, struggling like crazy. But not half enough to prevent them from half-dragging him half-carrying him over to where that leather nightmare was hanging. With a twist and a shove, Bo was pushed backwards into the sling. Once his weight was off his feet, swinging wildly all over the place, his leverage was totally shot. With two guys holding him in place, Steve managed to re-tie Bo's hands to the straps attached to the swing. And with a few random wild kicks, Bo's legs and feet were yanked up and apart, also immobilized with nasty leather straps.

"All dressed up and no where to go" Steve smirked, enjoying his handiwork "I don't think you'll be needing all these" he went over to Sam handing him the scissors "you do the honor!"

"Huh?"

"Don't think we forgot about you. Remember this was you idea" he looked at John as well "time for you to lose that singlet son, once and for all. After you're good and naked get busy and get Bo out of his clothes, all of them!"

"Fuck..." Sam looked at John and then grabbed his shoulder straps and yanked them down as far as his thick belly.

"Keep going Timmerman" John all but licked his lips "all the way off. Lose it!"

"Fuck..." Sam kept tugging until there is was, his cock and balls shiny with all that pre-cum, his only hairy spot a total smeared mess as he tugged that cursed singlet all the way down to his ankles.

"Yeah, naked and ready to get fucked in the ass" John was tugging at his cock, yanking it and smearing his precum all over the head "kneel!"

"Huh?"

"Get ready to suck my cock!" which is what he did. Sam dropped to his knees and before anyone could stop him, John's cock was swallowed to his smooth pubes. He had been soft then hard so many times tonight he lost count. And it seemed like barely five seconds ago he was blowing the biggest load – his second load could that be right? – into that hothead musclehead's mouth. But now with Sam on his knees doing things to his cock he never imagined it was like he was filling and throbbing like he could do this all night. Suddenly his cock was released from months if not years of restraint and wow was it making up for lost time! Maybe it was the way Steve was drooling watching this blowjob; more likely it was knowing it was Hulk's baby brother on his knees swallowing him whole is what did the trick. As soon as John felt himself at full bone he barked "okay on your feet!"

"But!"

"Stand!" and that's what Sam did with no opposition, his hands covering his crotch "hands behind your head. Do it!"

Sam raised his hands, feeling all eyes on his cock now bobbing and lifting its way to full five and half inches of fat circumsized teen meat jutting out of that forest, his cock wide but the head even wider, a short fat lollipop of a dick. His hairy balls were already crinkling and tightening. He knew sooner or later he would be naked, but not like this. Not like his chubby immature body would be center stage.

"Yeah, can't keep from getting hard, just thinking about taking it up the chute, huh?" John was sliding into bully mode "turn around and bend over. Spread those cheeks and show everyone that hole!"

"NO!" this was too much. Because once he did...

"Do it! That's an order puppy dog!"

"No please!" Sam was turning beet red and visibly shaking. John only used the stall to find the closest tube of lube "no I changed my mind!"

"Tough! Bend over!" forcing Sam down. John's greased fingers pressed between those thick smooth cheeks and found the target. When he felt the puffy ring, the flesh all stretched and abused, John pressed in, one then a second finger "get that hole good and greased for what's coming!"

"Don't say anything..." Sam whispered.

"It's out of the bag already Sam" John whispered and patted, his fingers jabbing as the ring barely resisted his dramatic thrusts, the whole tortured hole now shiny and greased "but no I won't pup. Okay naked dog, Bo's clothes go now!" pressing the scissors back into Sam's shaking hand "now!"

With John's fingers still jammed in his ass crack, Sam was pushed over to Bo struggling and protesting like it made a lick of difference. Jim picked Sam's singlet off the floor and had Sam shove the smelly mess into Bo's mouth. With everyone holding Bo still, Sam's scissors made short work of Bo's sleeveless sweatshirt, baring that huge upper body shiny with sweat. Then with greater care, Bo's sweatpants were half cut and half ripped off his thick trapped hips. With Sam's singlet stuffed in Bo's gaping yammering mouth, he struggled in his sling, naked except for his jock, his wide muscled ass pulled open, his hairy crack exposed and showing that dark purple wrinkled spasming hole.

"Okay get your face in there!" John directed Sam towards Bo's ass "spit lube that hole!"

"No!" Sam groaned almost thinking: not again!

"Do it!"

"Don't make him do that!" Tony objected "that's not part of – "

"It is now!" John was panting and shaking with lust now "you picked me Timmerman, y'wanted t'play with the big dogs, now you are a player!" shoving his face into that hairy crack "do it!" and Sam groaned as his mouth made contact with Bo's ass. He twisted and moaned but John was pressing his bigger frame on top of Sam, his crotch replacing those fingers in Sam's hole. Sam knew all of the evening had led up to this, a slow relentless unavoidable ever-narrowing path leading to – fuck! He felt John's cock at his crack as his mouth found Bo's hairy hole. His tongue pressed into that ring, expecting it to be funky and nasty, but instead it was sweaty and strangely sweet and then the huge head of John's bone pressed into him and Sam's world collapsed to the cock invading his ass and his tongue opening that hole. He was feeling the hot room close around him when John yanked him up. Sam's eyes flew open.

"Open your eyes!" John grabbed Sam's ears "look around! Everyone wants to see me take your cherry all these horndogs watching you getting your ass fucked for the first time" underlining those words to Sam's relief "look at them Timmerman! Look at them!"

"Fuck...fuck... fuck..." Sam looked at Tony, then Larry and Steve, expecting to see disgust and worse with what he was being forced to do. Instead, the expressions on most faces were lust and a sick eagerness to replace John's cock with theirs!

"See that? See all those big dudes staring at your naked fat body, a dick up your fat ass!"

"Hey enough" Tony tried.

"I'm a fat loser!" Sam wimpered "I deserve – "

"I'll tell ya what you do and don't deserve" John reached around and grabbed Sam's dick, too hard and throbbing for what was happening to him "ya like this don't ya? Ya like being fucked in front of all these dudes, having your face shoved in some smelly ass, say it!"

"Yeah... yeah... I'm a slimy little fuck..."

"Fuck huh?" John lifted Sam's body upwards, straightening him up until Sam's crotch was pressed against Bo's crotch. Bo grunted and twisted but he was going nowhere fast "ya think that puny little cock is – ya think your man enough to fuck the biggest meanest hardest badass in the whole room?" and just like that John pressed Sam's barely greased cock into Bo's crack "ya think that cock can... oh yeah!" pulling his hand out of the way once he felt that hard thick drumstick-headed cock bury itself in Bo's hole. Bo let out a muffled scream as he felt his hole invaded "fuck him! Fuck his hole!"

"That wasn't part of..." Steve of all people objecting.

"It is now!" John was on a roll and not to be stopped "you!" pointing at Juan "and you!" Tony next "this little dog's struggling too much, I want his arms tied up!" which Juan did after arguing with several other guys for a moment or two. Juan was realizing he was already in too deep to get on the wrong side of these guys. His neck was in the noose and the more he played ball, the greater his chances of surviving this night. As for Tony he got pressed into John's side. Between John wrapping his arm around his waist, and Jim ganging up on him from the other side, Tony got squeezed more and more.

"Don't don't cum" Bo whispered at Sam.

"Don't you fucking cum!" John barked at Sam drowning out Bo's muttering. But the kid was now squeezed tight between John's cock pressing deeper and deeper into him, and his own crotch pressing flat against Bo's rocking ass, his own cock buried as deep in an ass as he ever imagined "and you better get ready. Get that cock ready, no DON'T" as Jim then Tony tried to pull away "way WAY too late for playing games muscleheads" John tugged the front of Tony's shorts down "either get outa them or I tell the guys to strip you too!" so Tony allowed John to pull his shorts down. He had no sooner stepped out of them, when he felt a lubed hand smearing his cock from head to base over and over John jacked him until he had to let himself chub then actually bone in record time. Like watching Sam get fucked and fuck Bo in the process did not get him halfway there already! When he was totally greased and hard Tony felt John's arm directing him directly behind him.

"NO!" Jim yelled but did not move "that wasn't – you don't need to..."

"Tough shit. You are gonna start learning to take orders! Remember I'm the coach here, remember?"

"Fuck... sweet..." Steve suddenly put the pieces together. What he walked into in Jim's garage, what had been going on between John and Tony all was now crystal clear "Norton you better do what he says! Or it's your ass!"

"But... no not in front of..."

"Just because you the big stud got all the points" John's crotch began a slow rocking into Sam's ass, serious butt-fucking for the whole world to see "don't mean you don't listen to your coach. Now that dick gotta be ready for real ass-fucking!" John pressed all the way into Sam's ass as a deep wail escaped from him. John pulled Tony tight against his back in the process. When he felt Tony the Bone get caught in his crack, his free hand directed the head right at his own hole "that dick gonna do it" and John's arm around Tony's waist kept him in place as John made a sudden lunge backwards, Tony's cockhead breaking through the ring "FUCK!"

"NO!" Tony tried to pull out, but Jim and Steve were both there crunched over his shoulders, pressing his hips forward. John screamed as he felt that cock slam another three inches into him and it was too much! He slammed forward into Sam his complete weight on top of him. Sam yelled his lungs out as John's entire dick impaled him with no warning. His brother's cock was big but John's was a close second! And worse was despite all the pain, it felt like pure pleasure mixed with the pain. But all the torments came back to him then, all the efforts his brother made to make him cum when he was being fucked. Because once his brother got him to shoot off under such horrible conditions, then John was forced to admit he was a cum slimeball punching bag homo , because if he could actually cum with a dick up his ass, then he had him! And now Sam was as good as wearing a sign on his forehead saying: busted homo slob!

"Don't you cum don't you cum!" John chanted, short jabs into that stretched loose hole and then he felt dangerous contractions squeezing his head. Sam squealed and was about to let his orgasm bust through the pain when Bo bent forward.

"Don't" he whispered "like I said before don't."

"What?" Sam leaned forward until he was almost kissing that ugly mug.

"Don't cum... til last" Bo murmured so soft only Sam could here him "you know how to hold it in, we both know how you learned – "

"How you know – "

"Hold out be the last dude cummin t'night, and I make it all worth while" Bo hummed into his face "ALL worth while..."

"Fuck fuck I'm cumming!" Sam lied, squeezing his ass tight around John's cock, milking it like he had been trained to do.

"DAMN damn damn damn you stud pup! You shot your slime inside a dude's ass! You shot your jizz inside the biggest dog and now you owe me big time!" pointing at the straps around Sam's wrists. Juan and Steve got him untied and slowly uncoupled from Bo's ass. And there was Sam's cock slimy with a combination of juices, telling the whole world how he felt about being fucked in front of the whole room. John slowly pulled himself free of Tony's cock "coach you crazy thinking it's cool to fuck me when I'm – you into that huh? You into fuckin dudes in the ass?" switching places with him, pressing his forward towards Bo's already slimed hole "okay horndog who'll fuck anything do it! Fuck that black ass!"

"Nnngh... nngh..." Bo shook his head and protested but knew Tony's cock was going into him next. Tony reapplied some lube and approached Bo's ass, stretched wide and open.

"Never thought this would happen" and with Jim cheering him on, with the whole room taking up the chant "Tony-the-Bone Tony-the-Bone" he brought his thick hard cock to Bo's hole and pressed. Once his cock felt the slimy chute, thinking the youngest dumpiest kid had just taken this hole, and now Tony was going to fuck this same hole lubed with the kid's semen he pressed and pressed and his whole eight plus just slid right in. He looked around the room, taking it all in. There was John, still naked and hard – John did not cum? But standing there with his shiny cock sticking straight out, like some afterthought as he wheeled the camera over to get a better view of Bo tied and hanging in the sling taking this huge body-builder cock up his vulnerable exposed muscle ass. And there was Jim making no effort to hide himself jacking watching Tony fuck, like it was the hottest thing in the world. And Larry and Steve were also openly jacking, then jacking each other totally enough to raise one or two eyebrows. And even Sam was back looking like he wanted seconds. Only Juan was off to the side looking nervous as shit! Tony's cock was on auto-pilot, sliding slowly and dramatically in and out of that thick ass, while Tony's brain was trying to take it all in. He knew how Juan had been tricked into coming here tonight, how Bo had planned to get the two of them alone and somehow trick Juan into fucking him in the ass with one ruse or another. And this whole crazy night was just a made to order special event to get Bo's agenda. He looked down at all those powerlifter thighs now tied and bulging "ya like this don't ya?" Tony yanked that smelly singlet gag from Bo's mouth "huh Mack?"

"Fuck!" Bo gasped for air "get that outa my ass!"

"Big fucking bodybuilder" Tony pulled out the way out, letting everyone see the extent of his hardness, showing the whole world how much cock was going into Bo's ass "feel that?" sliding it all the way back in with one smooth long punch.

"Fuck! NO!" Bo's deep bass voice bellowed "I don't get fucked! I ain't no stud's pussy!"

"Say what?" Tony pulled out again, rubbing his slimy cockhead from Bo's jock-covered sac back around the hole without going in "your hole is dripping with underage cum and you don't... want... this?" again that long cut meat slammed itself deep inside Bo's gaping hole.

"I ahh! Damn I don't get fucked, I ain't that way!" Juan hearing his words grunted back at him.

"Guys, come closer, y'gotta see this!" Tony was so busy focusing on his cock finally fucking a guy's hole with total abandon, he almost missed the action happening in the pouch of Bo's jock "watch this!" he pulled the pouch aside until Bo's balls spilled out, his thick uncut cock flopping downwards as well "now watch what happens!" Tony began a slow steady rocking with the full length of his cock, finding a hard resistance somewhere deep inside Bo's rectum. Whenever he hit that knob Bo's cock gave a lurch "watch Mack's cock!" again and again Tony's cock rubbed and jabbed deep into Bo's ass and each time Bo's cock lurched, until all that jamming had the desired effect; Bo's cock flipped sideways and then it started to swell. First it thickened, the wrinkled veiny middle filling out pumping full of blood, and then the wrinkled foreskin began stretching in time to Tony's thrust, hardening and thickening until that cockhead had filled the skin as much as it would take and then it poked out the opening, a shiny purplish red head punching free.

"Fuckin amazing!" Steve had seen this before but watching Bo tied and unable to stop himself from getting hard while being pounded was something else again. Almost in tandem his own cock swelled and throbbed in his own foreskin.

"Fuck you ever seen anything like that?" Jim pulled free "Juan you seeing this?"

"Wow" even Juan's cock was responding to the sight. Because arching upwards from Bo's crotch, a good five inches past his navel was the biggest thickest cock anyone had seen. By the time Bo's cock had been pumped full of blood by Tony's steady fucking, it was wrist-thick and close to thirteen inches of throbbing slimy red meat.

"What's up with this?" Tony grabbed the shaft, barely getting his fingers around the base "you throwing this huge rod and you don't get fucked?"

"Don't, no, don't, get that outa my ass!" but Bo's growling had become more moaning and less protest.

"Dude your dick sure as fuck wants this!" Tony sped up his fucking, feeling himself getting closer and closer. The harder and faster his thrusts got, the more everyone could see the end of Bo's cock start some serious drooling in time to that constant pointing "oh fuck oh fuck..." squeezing his eyes closed, starting the serious business of holding back the inevitable "that cum in your ass is gonna get a second shot real soon. You want that? You want muscle cum up that ass?"

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Bo was past the point of protesting. His response to the pounding was now blatantly clear.

"I don't think I can hold this much longer" Tony's hips were flexing like crazy, every muscle now tight and popping, those ab muscles getting a visibly amazing workout. And those glutes were standing out in high relief, each cord in perfect striation.

"I want a copy of this!" Jim dashed over to his pants, then found his gymbag. He pulled free his cellphone almost causing a panic "oh quit your bitching. There's a goddamn CAMCORDER there!"

"But but..." Juan was backing up fast.

"Not you... YOU!" pointing at Tony.

"No please Jim, not like this!"

"Yeah just like this" and before Tony could pull free, he heard a click from Jim's phone "okay double biceps pose! Do it!"

"Damn... fuck..." the brief panic had pulled him back from the brink of orgasm. But seeing how turned on his arch-rival was watching this was like a drug for Tony. He struck a double biceps pose with his cock buried in a muscle ass and heard Jim's phone go crazy, click click click! Knowing Jim was that crazy turned on, seeing how hard and eager he was to see Tony like this, big straight muscle-bound Jim Larson admitting to the world he was hot for Tony's body, for Tony's cock as Jim took several close up pictures of Tony's cock plunging in and out of Bo's spread ass. Tony knew this was the hottest thing he ever did as he pulled his cock free of that ass and faced Jim's cell phone, his arms flexed and chest puffed out, his cock hard and red and shiny with lube and worse, showing big and hard jutting out from his shaved pubes displayed to the maximum like the ultimate muscle display and then he just let go! His cock flexed and swelled and the first shot of cum exploded out of him, click, click, click! Jim managed to capture shot after shot of Tony's cock cumming hands-free, his body pumped to the max. As much as he hated that Jim now serious dirt on him, yet knowing Jim admitting this was the hottest thing he ever witnessed made up for it.

The two of them were so busy perving on each other, they hardly noticed John, still harder than shit and turned on to the point of hyperventilating, was now behind them on his knees sucking Steve! Not that Steve needed any more stimulus to get his cock harder but when John dropped down in front of him, Steve knew letting the kid suck his cock was one of the high points of his young life. And the way the kid made sure that cock ring was tight around his shaved balls and hard cock, the way his tongue was all over it like Steve needed more encouragement was too much for him. Feeling his overly-stretched cock in that hot mouth was something like he could live with on a permanent basis. But as soon as Tony's muscle exhibition caused him to shoot off, John's mouth was off Steve's cock and all but pushing him towards Bo's undefended ass.

"I wanna see this so bad" John groaned, so hard it hurt and again his hands all over Steve's body "do it. Show me how a big straight football stud fucks!"

Steve almost had to chuckle hearing himself called straight. But he knew the kid idolized him, seeing him as this big sports jock. So if that was his fantasy, so be it.

"Okay Bo, Norton here has a big cock... but..." easing his spit-shined cock towards that twitching hole "this is what y'been begging for since... since you had me and Jim here playing kid games, huh?" and Steve thrust forward, his cock entering that hot hole all over again. He remembered that night it was him and that Stan kid, uncut dick filling the room. But this time the games were real, his cock was real and the way Bo's cock pumped thick every time a cock hit his nut was even more real. Steve's first reaction was to wrap a grease-covered fist around that giant pole and bring him off, but then Steve's cock filled in the missing pieces to the puzzle "yeah feel my thick uncut meat in you?"

"Fuck fuck yeah!" Bo' eyes were rolled back in his head, his arms and legs tied and unable to stop or assist his ass being violated.

"All these dudes y'get here..." Steve's cock doing the talking "night after night you bring dudes here, uncut the better, right Bo?"

"Fuck... fuck... yeah..."

"All of this exercise shit..." Steve now glad he had been dropping load after load all night. It felt like his cock and Bo's ass could be joined on a permanent basis. That night with Stan had been a warm-up; but this was the main event "the camcorder, the exercise equipment, this whole damn room!"

"Yeah... yeah... fuck..." Bo did not need to look at his cock to know how full it was. He could feel every lunge of Steve's cock hitting him right in the prostate, and that was making the juice boil and his cock so hard it could explode any minute. He knew the way he was leaking pre-cum was telling the world tied in this sling taking cock after cock up his ass was what all of this had been about from the start "oh fuck... I'm gonna I'm close..."

"Close! To! What?" each thrust of Steve's cock had the desired effect "the giant muscle-bound stud gets off with cock in his ass, huh?" now Steve started repeating Tony's trick of pulling totally free and then slamming his cock to the hilt "Punch! Fuck! I! Call! THIS!" each thrust harder and faster. The grunts and gasps coming from Bo only told the room he was on the edge of blowing his nuts "come here!"

"Huh?" Juan realized his number was up "me?"

"Yeah, it's time Bo get the Big Kielbasa!" Steve knew he could hog the action for hours but as much as he wanted to blow a long drawn-out load deep into that hot ass, there were more important things to happen now "huh Bo? Tell the whole room! Tell Juan here this is why you brought him here tonight!"

"No, it's cool guys..." Juan looked around the room, still fearing everyone turning on him "I don't have to."

"Tell him Bo!"

"Fuck... Juan... do it!" Bo lowered his voice "remember, before? How it felt when..."

"Yeah... shit... I remember..."

"Beg for it Bo!" Steve's slamming became more and more violent "beg Juan to fuck your ass!"

"Fuck me!" Bo grunted each time Steve punch-fucked him "y'may never get the chance again" Bo lied "y'always wanted to feel it! Your cock was always too big for them..."

"Fuck no kidding!"

"Fuck fuck I'm gonna..." Bo was writhing and flexing now, his gargantuan frame all but breaking the sling with each spasm. Just like that Steve pulled free.

"Ya want something back in here?" running his fingers around the gaping hole "or not? Beg for it! Beg for Juan's monster cock! Just imagine how that ring in his cock will feel rubbing against your nut!" Steve's hands massaging and yanking Bo's giant bull balls until Bo was writhing in agony "Beg for it!"

"Fuck me fuck me!" Bo twisted and yanked to get away from that hand torturing his balls.

"And and and?" Steve kept up a steady tugging, keeping Bo from exploding his load.

"Third... third drawer" Bo gasped "blue box..."

"Huh? What's that?" Tony feared something escaped his scrutiny before. He was over there fast. He returned with the mysterious blue box. And a few more toys in the process "see if this fits that equipment of yours" handing Juan a complex metal-and-leather cock-and-ball harness.

"Guys, c'mon, really, this ain't a good..."

"It's a whole lot better than the alternative" Jim gave him a hard look "I don't gotta spell it out do I, Juan?"

"Fuck... don't know how I walked into this mess" and he took the tangled mess from Tony.

"Lose the shorts and anything underneath" Steve stood stroking his cock still shiny from Bo's ass, rubbing just the head against Bo's crack to keep them both buzzing "we all paid to see that thing at full glory!"

"Let me" Sam came forward "don't forget this is still my penalty."

"Sam no!" John panicked "you can't – "

"Even if I tried" Sam smirked "but that don't mean I don't get to touch it. Huh Juan? You ever had a kid like me play with your junk?" but Juan was too shocked to speak. Much less admit he had. When he was ten, maybe. He stood there as Sam tugged down his shorts and boxers and with some coaxing stepped out of them. He was as shriveled as his now eight inches of meat could get, even his turkey eggs pulled up and tight. Somehow Sam knew enough to lube his hand and grease those huge balls and cock and get two of the metal rings around Juan's cock before it responded. Then each ball went into its separate ring and the whole thing clicked together with the leather snaps. When Sam was finished Juan's equipment was encased and displayed like something only seen in porno movies.

"I don't know what this is" Tony handed the blue box to Juan "maybe you..."

"Holy shit!" Juan swore "I heard about these things" taking it out of the box.

"What the fuck is that?" Tony came closer "don't tell me..."

"Wow Bo" Juan held it up "y'can't be serious?"

"Do it jus do it... Bo was lying there, juice still dripping from his crotch, but his cock showing no signs of losing its hardness as Steve's cock continued the teasing and rubbing.

"This will kill you! I can't" Juan lied. What he was afraid of was how it might feel. He had heard about these things, even seen one in a sex store but was too scared to draw anyone's attention to it. And admit his cock was pierced by doing so. So he walked away from it, but it was always there in the back of his mind. And now here he was holding one. And not just one but the biggest size he had ever seen, twice the size of the one in the store. But did he have the reckless stupidity to do this? In a room full of over-sexed cops on top of it? "no really, it's too much."

"Bo says do it" Tony had to see it to believe it "and we say do it. Like my partners say y'don't wanna think about the alternative."

"This is not why I came here tonight" he lied "just so you know" and Juan did it. He gave it to his sexual curiosity ignoring the consequences. Before anyone said another word he gave the metal device to Sam. Before anyone said anything two free fingers were unscrewing the metal ball on his price albert. Once it was free of the hole Sam offered it back to him,

"Fourteen gauge?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" but Sam only shrugged, feeling John's eyes burning into him.

Juan lifted the device up, seeing how it was assembled. On this one, instead of a small ball, there was a large flattened egg shaped attachment which clicked free of the tube once Juan found the small button. He threaded the tube through his piercing then reattached the egg part, so it was pressed tight against the crease beneath the ridge. When he realized he attached it backwards he re-clicked it into place, then felt how the elongated prong protruding from one end pressed right into his urethral opening.

"This is gonna hurt Bo" Juan felt his cock responding to the straps and the rings, and now actually wearing one of these contraptions was a dream come true. So when Sam started rubbing his lubed hand all over Juan's balls and thickening hardening cock, Juan was past the point of caring how it looked to a roomful of cops. He tested the end, where it went inside his piss-slit as he edged it towards Bo's hole "I'm not sure if..." but if Bo didn't somehow swing himself forwards until a good inch of the end of Juan's cock, attachment and all had pressed through the ring. Bo screamed and yelled but once Juan felt that hot flesh tighten around the head of his cock it was all over "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" and that giant cock, its size rivaling Bo's cock right in front of it, started a slow rocking motion, inch by inch going deeper each time. By then everyone had formed a close circle wanting to see this actually happen. To see this wrist-thick cock stretch Bo's asshole to the breaking point. And it just keep sliding in deeper and deeper until Bo groaned and spasmed, his cock burping a thick dollop of something more milky than clear.

"Shit almost forgot" and it was Jim this time running the camera, even taking it off the stand so he could bring it in as close as he could.

"Speaking of forgetting" Tony went back to that blue box, fishing out a small plastic box with several buttons on it "guess this turns it – "

A loud scream came from both Juan and Bo as the metal device whirred to life. Because embedded in the protruding egg-shaped attachment was a powerful motor, so loud the whole room could hear it whining and buzzing deep inside Bo's butt. Once Juan felt his dick vibrating like crazy he was a madman, and just started plunging his cock fifteen inches deep inside Bo's stretched ass, knowing even that would not make the sensations stop. And Bo bucked and thrashed around both from the huge monster impaling his ass as well as that device buzzing and torturing his prostate enough to make him lose it.

"Bo are you okay? Should we make Juan stop?" John was scared never seeing anything like it. Never imagining such torture would be willingly endured. Much less requested. But Bo was screaming and thrashing in no position to form words.

The two of them were locked in a crazy fucking, the sling now swinging violently as Juan smashed the full length of his now fully engorged cock again and again deep into Bo's trapped ass, sending the sling back and forth a good foot or two each time, sometimes pulled back far enough to show that scary metal device still clamped to his cock and buzzing like crazy.

"Okay there's this button too" Tony was jacking himself, jacking John, jacking anyone in reach as he touched the red button next. Now the sound coming from inside Bo went oscillating wildly first low then high, fast then slow and that was it. Juan's hips bucked into Bo, a madman getting his first serious fuck, his hips out of control again and again slamming that giant cock deep into Bo's shiny black butt, each thrust of that ten plus inches of fat meat hitting that vibrating intrusion with the swollen end of his cock again and again. Each time he thrust deep Bo's cock swelled to its maximum size over and over, his piss-slit splayed wide burping time and time again with each thrust and then it happened: without anything coming near it Bo's cock swelled stretching the skin to the breaking point and with a deep gasp from Bo's chest he started exploding huge thick shots of cum hitting his chin his chest over his shoulder then all over the room, again and again he shot off like two months worth of cum finally unleashed from some hidden bottomless reservoir. The way Juan began screaming could only mean Bo's spasms were sending him over the edge as well, gripping that fat cock in a gut-wrenching orgasm, his cock unloading in a huge way, the combination causing Juan to flood Bo's colon with all the cum he had been saving for longer than he wanted to admit.

The sound of Juan's orgasm echoed throughout the room, throughout the entire building. Tony snapped out of his haze, realizing he was standing there opening jacking himself, jacking John, jacking anyone and everyone within reach. He came to his senses with a loud thunderclap, hearing Juan's screams still bouncing off the ceiling like air-raid sirens, expecting that Steve guy to come roaring out of his office and bust up the action then and there. When nothing happened to break the still charged mood, Tony signaled Jim and the two of them began the messy job of getting Bo out of the sling and back on his feet.

The big guy had no sooner gotten his balance than he found Steve trying to stretch a towel around his thick middle, talking to John in hushed voices,

"You!"

"Me?" John took a step forward to shield Steve.

"You!" pointing at the bigger of the two "and yer partner Larry. Where's that boy?"

"Here" Larry finished another water bottle, tossing it into the can "what?"

"Just because I been... hmm busy..." drawling out the word while rubbing himself down with the least dirty towel he could find "don't think I been forgettin..."

"C'mon!" Tony cut off Jim who was about to object as well "you can't be suggesting! Bo! You're dripping sweat you can barely catch your breath! Don't you think – "

"Bo's house, Bo's rules!" he was back in master sergeant mode in a big way "jus cause I jus took cocks up my ass don't think for one second!" his voice growing louder and deeper "one! Second! Don't think any of you punks is off the hook! You!" seeing Larry cringing off to the side.

"Huh?"

"Time t'pay the piper!"

"No wait!" Steve cut in "I'll do it. I'll pick!"

"Steve no!" Jim was back in his shorts for no reason whatsoever "y'know this is all rigged!"

"Hey!" Bo wheeled on him.

"All the more reason!" Steve grabbed Larry's furry shoulder "I know what's on your list already – "

"Huh? How?"

"Cause I know great minds" chuckling "think alike" looking at Bo "and after that display of some... SOME of the toys in Bo's fun house I know to stay far away from your list" looking at Tony "sorry Tony the Bone, just got a feeling your list would be too..."

"Too what?" Tony looked a bit pissed and disappointed "too nasty?"

"Nope" Steve looked at Jim, then Larry "just the opposite. Especially after that!" pointing at the sling still hanging there, greasy and ominous "you!" nailing Sam in his gaze.

"W-w-what me?"

"Yeah you" Steve narrowed his eyes "I thought your friend there" thumbing at John "was the loose cannon needing disarming. But it looks like the whole pack of you guys are ALL in need of some serious... hmm... adult supervision" the slightest chuckle escaped from his bare chest "so young pup... puppy dog, huh? Okay puppy dog, what's it gonna be? Bo?"

"You know this one ain't – "

"None of them are innocent" Steve waited, feeling the noose already around his neck "we ain't, they ain't" seeing Juan next "especially you. This whole town's got its innocence ripped right out of its butt in a big way. So Bo read it!"

"Y'gotta" Bo handed him the sheet of paper.

"So what'd the little – holy shit!" Steve's face curdled visibly "what? What the fuck this – "

"Just read it Steve-O."

"The innocent little kid our resident hangman wrote: twenty minutes no holes barred all shoot" glaring at the kid looking like he was fourteen going on forty! The underage kid was giving everyone free rein to do it all, and that meant Steve and Larry could possibly be on the receiving end of every cock in the room! And Steve had just stepped into it up to his waist, like he was eager to get gang-raped! He tried backing away, shooting panicked looks at Larry who just lowered his head.

"Wha this shit mean: no holes barred?" Bo looked at his tiny tub of dynamite of a partner.

"We all turn it loose! Everybody's anybody's kink starting with" Sam could not believe he manipulated all these big dudes into performing one of his most hidden and hottest sex fantasies "you!" pointing at Jim first, of course.

"Tie their hands!" Jim wasted no time calling the kid's bluff "for starters."

"Jimbo!" Steve was shocked. And turned on more. As much as he wanted to bring things to a climax – as it were – he could not see Bo letting all hell break loose. And an out-of-control rape scene was not in Bo's agenda, Steve was hoping. Remembering he had to look these guys in the eye when they all returned to work next week! And they had to do the same with him.

"Not like that" grabbing the leather restraint from Sam's eager little hands "this is how you do it" Jim yanked Steve's hands behind him and tied his wrists together.

"C'mon Jimbo you don't gotta – OWW!" as those thick stiff arms were pinned behind him. Steve tried to struggle and would have sent Jim flying but he was torn. He thought what he had already done, all the skin and worse he had already exposed, was more than he felt he could repair. But if that part of his brain that actually wanted to be tied down by Jim had not been growing stronger and stronger like a tiger set free from its cage, then he could have won this last battle. Instead he bellowed and struggled but finally the leather cords were secured around his wrists and then to another strap looped up through that evil hook in the ceiling. When he was finished a naked Steve was bent in half with his arms twisted back and upwards, an awkward and very painful angle just as Jim designed.

"You!" Sam nailed Larry trying to look inconspicuous sitting on the weight bench "you too."

"Huh?" Larry looked to Steve for support but he was trussed facing away from him "c'mon guys enough's enough" as he was steered over next to Steve struggling to find a less painful – and less vulnerable – angle. Up to this point the young stud had managed to dodge most of the damage, almost hoping the group was giving him a wide pass now that all knew he was guy most into this male sex shit to begin with. And having Tony's hard gazes at him all night only added to his reservation. Even when he and Steve did their jack-off fantasy for Tony's horned benefit, Larry got the impression Tony was more concerned with the humiliating aspect than anything else. Larry almost laughed when he remembered the fear of throwing hardons in front of these guys not that long ago, knowing they would pick up its implications lightning fast. And now here was everyone getting into shit he never dared imagine. But for all his lusting after all that male flesh, he hated admitting messing around with Tony's son was the most sexual thing he had ever done. The scene sucking off Jim and then performing more than kinky things with Steve – big sweaty meaty Steve – all happened faster than his short-circuiting brain could process it. And then Bo whispering to him about delaying his orgasm to the bitter end in exchange for... what? Larry had never felt more like a punching bag before, cranked up cooled down over and over, all leading up to this. So when he saw Sam pick up Bo's sling from the floor he panicked "no c'mon! Guys, just like you – "

"We what, guys?" Sam barked, looking around for those ropes from earlier.

"No, I got a better idea" Tony came up to the two struggling with the ropes "okay Lar, here's the deal. We let you pick. Either the sling or you get tied like Big Steve there, but it's the same deal anyway. The hottest part is we see you like... um... a eager voluntary participant for this, got it?"

"Participant? In what?" but he knew he was totally screwed. He knew what was coming and having to volunteer made it even worse.

"In anything and everything..." giving Sam such a look. Of both alarm and admiration "ain't that right?"

"Twenty minutes starts now!" Sam grabbed Larry's head and yanked it downwards until it was buried in his underage crotch. All of Tony's twisting and yanking his arms backwards did not prevent Sam's cock and Larry's mouth from finding each other like the clock was already ticking. Like it was. Before Sam even got a choppy beginner's rhythm going Larry was tied to that same ceiling hook, facing the opposite direction from Steve, feeling something greasy between his exposed furry asscheeks before he even took it all in. Having to suck on that hard stubby knob was humiliating enough. Getting hard doing it was worse. And feeling Tony begin to grease his butt and knowing what was coming next – and his cock throbbed even harder in anticipation – well that just piled horror on horror.

"Beg me Bearbreath, tell the whole world y'want this" Jim left Larry struggling between Sam and Tony and came behind Steve, knocking his feet apart. Everyone knew if this did not happen the whole evening would almost be anti-climatic "say it Steve-O, say the word!"

"Fuck!" Steve gasped and lurched forward, feeling Jim's fingers push his thick linebacker cheeks apart and with no preliminary warning invade his already greased hole "fuck... fuck... fuck... me."

"We gonna talk about this" letting Steve know what "this" meant. Jim's fingers stretched that hole trying to remember anything happening so far that would have explained how it already got lubed "why `this' is..."

"Just do it Larson!" and before anyone could register what was happening Jim replaced his fingers with his cock, hoping no one was paying too much attention why his cock was now in a permanent state of hardness. He felt that ring tighten and then relax once the swollen head popped past the resistance. Steve was too far gone to even bother making a show of protest and outrage. Even when Jim gave the full length a hard deep thrust Steve just groaned and tugged at his restraints, his thick arms twisted and flexing thick with the unnatural angle, made worse by being so muscle-bound in his shoulders and arms. And then John and Sam caught each other staring at the same thing.

"Fuck..."

"C'mon Sommers, he's not gonna bite it off. Your big football hero right where you always wanted him he ain't in no position to refuse! Do it!" pointing at Steve's mouth hanging open, each thrust from Jim's cock rocking him forward and backward as far as that cord would allow.

"Let's get that battering ram good and..." Tony's eyes were bouncing all over the action, but returning most to Jim's rod tearing up Steve's ass and John's thick cock already chubbing big time. Tony continued to rub lube up and down Larry's crack, paying a lot of attention to those unshaved balls, massaging and yanking back and forth until Larry was yelping and gasping with each change of tactic. When Tony felt the rookie was good and tenderized he made sure Sam watch him put more lube on his own cock stroking it more for vanity than needing to get it any harder, noting whose eyes returned again and again to his hard abs and harder cock. He used his other greasy hand to grab John by the butt twisting him next to his hard glute, and facing Steve. He rubbed that hand up and down John's pecs and belly, and like clockwork John's dick responded and then some before his hand rubbed down to John's shaved crotch. As Tony pressed his own cock between Larry's defenseless butt cheeks he grabbed John's now rock-hard tube, skinning it back exposing the head "Sam, don't you want to see your bud here get this big cock sucked by the big football stud?"

"Oh man, fuck yeah" Sam was pumping into Larry's mouth, his hands tugging at his ears for good measure. As soon as he saw John's hardon disappear down Steve's throat he knew he could blow any second "partner! Bo!"

"Huh?" Bo came from behind the camera "who me?"

"Yeah you!" Sam pulled free catching his breath, seeing Larry also gasping for air. For having such a small cock it was sure doing a man-sized job of gagging that fuzzy stud. But it seemed like this was the ultimate trial for Sam, like his final exam to see if he could stand there and get sucked off by this blond fuzzball of a cop and not give in to letting his balls empty in that willing mouth. Because up to tonight nobody had ever sucked him. Ever. So he looked down at his misshapen cock gagging the dude. He closed his eyes and slowed the dangerous pace, trying to remember all the horrible things he had suffered to get to this point. All the beatings and fuckings from his brother – NO! Shit that was close. He pulled out and rubbed his slimy tool all over the guy's face. And damn, if that guy didn't twist his head and lunge for him cock again! So it became a contest between Sam's cock and Larry's mouth, Larry trying to suck his but good, and Sam trying to do everything he could not to let Larry get his nut. When he started to feel Larry was winning Sam yelled "get over here big guy!"

Bo sauntered over to them, pressing between Jim's slowing hips and Sam holding onto Larry's shoulders "whuzzup, pup?"

"Check this out Sommers..." Sam pulled away from that gasping mouth, his crotch next to Bo's now without any thoughts about touching that black meat openly. He rubbed his hands all over those purplish balls, and then up and down that still tacky tube. He brought their two cock heads together and pulled Bo's foreskin until it was covering his own cock almost half-way to the root "ain't this too freakin awesome? Bo, y'don't mind?"

"Shit boy it look like you ain't got no thoughts about touching my black meat openly" seeing Sam's shocked recognition of his own dark thoughts "knock yourself out pup" Bo enjoyed having the young kid play with his dick, and secretly enjoyed having him figure out how their two mismatched cocks could fit together "but don't let it happen" lowering his voice more "don't show the whole world what a sick fuckin homo you are" quoting Sam's brother exactly. Sam freaked and yanked away fast, banging his butt into John as he did. John only pushed his cock back into Steve's mouth, pushing Sam back into Bo's grasp in the process. It was enough to bring the electric shocks back to those two, but not enough to get Bo so completely boned there would be no room for Sam's dick under his skin. He tugged their two mismatched cocks together and brought the joined package towards Larry's face just as Larry let out a loud scream! They looked over just as Tony's well-oiled machine finally found its way into Larry's ass, the head popping through the clenched ring with a loud wet plop!

"Fuck! NO!" Larry screamed as he felt his ass being ripped open.

"Hurts don't it? Hurts! Like! HELL!" giving it a hard shove as another two inches were rammed into that hot ass.

"Ahhhgghhh!" Larry gasped.

"Hurts like when you fucked my kid? HUH?" slamming again harder this time.

"NO!" Larry gasped.

"No what?" Tony leaned and flexed, his cock sliding back out until the head just rested at the bruised hole.

"No... damn! Tony no!" Larry feared this would happen sooner or later, someone would fuck him in the ass with all his coworkers watching, branding him for good. Having it come from a vengeful Tony only made it worse.

"No what Jensmull?" teasing the hole with the head as it slid back in enough for Larry to flinch and buck forward.

"I never – not Rich – I never..."

"Never what Lar?" slamming it half-way home.

"UGGH! Stop!" Larry was sweating and gasping for air, his entire body beet red and spasming against the restraints. Getting fucked was one thing; getting raped by Rich's dad was so much worse.

"Never what?"

"I never never did Rich..."

"What?"

"He... did..." lowering his voice, hoping only Tony could hear him "he fucked me..."

"What? I didn't hear that!" Tony slid it all the way out and with one brutal shove buried his sausage balls deep into Larry's ass.

"AHGGHH! No!!!!!!"

"Say it Lar! Tell all these guys again! Or this dick's gonna rip you in two!"

"Stop! Stop! You're killing me! Okay okay" feeling the log sliding half-way out his ass "I never fucked him, he fucked me okay? I let him – I mean I lost, okay? His penalty – my penalty was to take his cock okay?"

"You lying Jensmull?" his battering ram rubbed tiny ominous circles around his greased ring.

"No! No! I'm dead serious!"

"Hear that guys?" Tony grabbed Larry's balls and held them for ranson "Larry wanted my kid's cock up his ass! Right?"

"Yeah yeah, okay? I lost and he took my ass!"

"Then taking his dad's cock should not be a problem now, should it?" and Tony began a slow relentless fucking into that same hole his son had fucked. What had been anger and resentment five seconds ago quickly turned to lust and crazy desire as Tony watched his cock brutalize Larry, imagining he was watching Rich do this. When he somehow went from watching Rich fucking Larry to Rich fucking him, Tony lost it. He grabbed Larry's muscled butt and jabbed as deep and hard as he could while trying not to pass out, the thought of his own butt on the receiving end of his son's muscle cock. The thought grew and grew until it took on a life of its own until he lost track of what names he was calling out as something like a tornado of an orgasm picked him up, spun him around, and tossed him on his ass before everything went black.

Bo looked up from Sam's cock buried under his greased foreskin towards Juan who gave every impression he was content just watching the growing chaos around him. That was until Bo nudged Sam out of the way and pointed at Larry's face, red and dripping sweat and spit. The baggy print boxers covering Juan's weapon seemed almost ridiculous at that point.

"I already..." Juan lowered his gaze, like this confession would damn him but good "y'know... um... came..."

"Like y'can't cum again?" Bo growled.

"And again!" from Sam just as eager to see Juan get nasty again as he was using Bo's foreskin as a jack-off sleeve "how many times you – "

"We're gonna find out right here right now" Bo eased him at first gently then with enough force to get Juan's fly in front of Larry's face "either y'do it or I'm gonna."

"Sorry dude" Juan's horniness just did not want to go away. Luckily he was not wearing the piercing lest the yelling start up again. But when he opened the fly of his boxers and let the beast loose, he did not think anyone was going to give him shit ever again. Somehow he landed in the House of Dick tonight. And although it would not have been his first destination choice, it was turning out to be something like a game changer. He flopped his hose into Larry's face and there was Bo's hand doing the honor of tugging it and massaging it into Larry's gaping mouth. Once that hot tongue made contact with the sensitive skinned head Juan threw his head back and let them all do the work. Even though no one, not even Bo could take the whole thing down their throat, this Larry guy was too punched out to resist Juan's steady thrusts. Once Larry's mouth got stretched once or twice too hard for comfort, Tony knew it was time to go for sloppy seconds, like his cock still would not go down! Like somehow it got stuck in the "on" switch. He got a solid hold on those sweaty asscheeks and started a slimy slide back into that hole, not expecting it to have the effect it did. Once he was buried pubes-deep he just stood there watching that monster dick put Larry's jaw out of joint. And that was enough for him to let his imagination run wild all over again. His cock somehow never got soft but only seemed to keep getting bigger and harder.

"Don't think the big guy's gonna be runnin for help anytime soon" Bo pried John loose from Steve's mouth and before anyone dared to argue untied him from the hook, loosening his wrist bindings in the process. Once Steve rubbed the circulation back into his hands he reached behind himself and found Jim's dick easing out of his ass,

"Unfinished business Skinbo" lubing it all over again, and starting to rub life back into his own cock as well. When Bo's hand knocked his hand away from his cock, Steve made a protest. That is until Bo swung around and bent his own ass towards Steve's front.

"Go on Bearbreath" Jim hissed down at him "he's all but begging for you to do him."

"But..."

"Do it" Jim whispered "you got your dick buried deep in the goliath's ass and I'm right behind ya for support" chuckling wickedly.

"Fuck..." Steve and Bo's hands both guided his rubbery hard cock between Bo's huge muscled glutes and before Steve could adjust felt his head slide into that greased cum-filled hole with no resistance "damn..." the hot flesh engulfing his sensitive head and then tightening around the entire length "shit... fuck..."

"Like that Studbreath?" Jim bent over Steve's back "want the rest?" sliding his ever-hard up and down his crack "front and back? Just say the word."

"Do it Stud-bo! Do UGGH!" as Jim slammed his cock back inside Steve's sore hole. Now Steve was sandwiched between two of the biggest meanest dudes in the room and nothing felt better than that. As soon as everyone found their footing Bo waved John back towards his group.

"Don't think I forgot bout you stud pup" and Bo's mouth replaced Steve's on John red and raw hard.

And that did it for Tony. Seeing Steve fucking the big Mack truck while taking Jim's cock all the way to the root was too much for him and he grabbed Larry by the dick.

"You want this? You want my jism up your butt? For the second time? You wanna feel how many times you can pull the load outa me Ri-I mean Larry"

"Damn Tony" Larry caught the slip but then felt that cock hitting his buzzing spot inside him again. Now that the shock and the pain were fading into the background, the need to cum was front and center. He grabbed those overly muscled butt muscles and pulled him deeper into him speeding up the slamming into his wet ass "fuck fuck" Larry groaned around that tube in his throat as he felt that lubed hand on his cock and knew he could not do this, he could not hold his orgasm much longer"ugh ugh don't stop!"

"Fuck y'better hurry cause I can't hold it much longer" as Juan pulled away to watch this. Tony's hand tightened around Larry's trapped cock and then Juan felt it. His cock was barely back in that mouth when Tony gave a final gasp and a series of lunges long and deep into Larry's ass as every muscle is his body flexed and quivered, holding his pose as he flooded Larry's bowels with his second load, Larry's butt clenching over and over as he felt his balls start to explode –

"No!" Bo twisted around and with a fast thrust impaled himself on Steve's cock once again. As soon as their two bodies were glued tight, Jim's cock found Steve's stretched hole and claimed it all over again. The three formed a tight pile barely moving, just a slow short rocking against each other. Once Bo got his balance and rhythm going he stretched out and grabbed Larry's cock, knocking Tony's hand away in the process. But Tony was so far gone he did not care, his cock emptying into his son's hole and still it gave no sign of losing its hard. He caught Juan's shocked expression. He responded by reaching up and grabbing those thick round nipples.

"Oh oh uh!" Juan never felt anyone play with his nipples like this. And never when someone was trying to swallow his cock at the same time "oh uh no no stop!"

"Make him cum!" Bo had one hand on Larry's cock, the other between his own legs milking himself closer and closer to another more extreme orgasm. And with his cum emptying into Larry spasming and writhing beneath him if Tony didn't lean forward and pull that ringed nipple into his mouth! With all his co-workers watching he pulled that barrel chest towards him and started running his tongue around that pierced nub. Juan groaned and thrust his crotch into Larry's face gagging him as Tony pulled his slimed cock from that tortured ass, his long cut meat still as hard as ever.

"Only one dirty dog big enough for that" Bo freed himself from Steve's cock with a loud wet pop and swung around until his shiny butt was next to Larry's red contorted face "you chose. Like he could take half that monster down his throat if he tried. Him mouth or my ass, whazit gonna be?"

"You don't I mean..." Juan eased it out of Larry's mouth. But as much that fuck before was a total game changer for him, a part of him wanted to feel simple flesh on flesh, no machines no forced torture just... and with little preliminary niceties Juan stabbed Bo with all eleven-plus inches or monster dick. Bo yelled then bellowed then moaned in total surrender of pure ecstacy.

John could see Steve's dick had just been up an ass for crissakes but that did not stop him from pushing Steve into a more upright position, Jim's cock still pounding away at his backside as John crouched down and took that big uncut slab into his mouth all over again. It smelled and tasted no worse than anything he had done all night so he set himself to seeing if he could make the big lug cum before he shot his own load all over the floor. Because if he could pull a third load from his cock with this slimy cock in his mouth – or even better with his mouth full of jizz – then he would know for sure dudes were his things, no ifs ands or butts!

Bo opened his blurry eyes and saw everyone either fucking or getting fucked, sucking or getting sucked and he knew this game was in the final inning. Everyone was on their role – then he saw Sam standing there rubbing first Tony then Larry looking a bit left out. Bo looked around the room, almost seeing the cum haze hanging in the air, realizing the last card was ready to be played. He caught Sam's eye. Once Sam returned the look, Bo nodded at Larry. And then a firmer nod at Larry's butt,

"Do it. It's time."

"Fuck, furreal?" Sam went over to Tony and pointed at Larry's restraints. Tony got the picture fast and the two of them untied Larry as he tumbled to the floor in a heap. But when Tony realized Sam wanted Larry on his hands and knees he protested.

"No c'mon kid – "

"Let him" Larry groaned and rolled to his side "it's too late anyway."

"No it's right on time" Sam helped him to his knees then knocked them apart. Larry knew what was coming and lowered his shoulders and pushed his ass into the air. Once he was in position, Sam gave a quick glance at Bo but Bo was so busy pulling on his cock and rocking back into Steve he barely noticed. But Sam swore he heard a deep growl of yeah- fuck loud enough for Sam to get on his knees behind Larry. He did not have the biggest cock to push into that hole but that fat head got a loud gasp from Larry.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Larry leaned backwards into the assault as Sam's dick buried itself balls-deep in his furry butt.

"You do that?" Tony got down on the floor with them "you let a underage kid fuck you in the ass?"

"Yeah yeah yeah" Larry grunted in time to the rapidly growing thrusts.

"You let highschool kids fuck your ass, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Like you let my son fuck you huh?"

"Yeah!" Larry gasped as that lollipop found his nut.

"Then let's see you cum with kid meat up your hole!" Tony grabbed Larry's shoulders and yanked him upwards until their shoulders were braced against each other. As soon as Larry was balanced, Tony knocked Larry's fist away from his cock "you don't get to play with your meat. Letting a kid fuck you" and it was Tony slowly jacking Larry's cock "letting him shove his cock into your ass, how that feel Jensmull?" feeling Larry's cock spasming in his hand "you sick enough to shoot with your ass stuffed with – "

"Bo Bo Bo!" Sam gasped "I can't I can't – "

"Do it!" Bo yelled as Juan began to pump him in earnest "fill me up stud!" too busy dealing with that monstrous invasion again forcing him to show everyone way they really were that night. He was too busy getting overwhelmed to explain to Larry and Sam why they held their load to the very end of the evening. Why they were the key to the puzzle, their constant arousal the energy to keep the evening from collapsing into so many arguments and premature endings. Because as long as they held off shooting, the tension in the room could build and build and... what? Even Bo did not understand exactly why the room worked as it did, or the total repercussions to be expected. But in spite of those early departures, Bo knew something critical was happening and that huge log fucking him for all the world to see was only a part of this. A big part make no mistake. But knowing everyone was coming to grips with what they were doing and what they had always wanted to do – both in private and in front of an audience! – was the final image to cause his fist to speed up on his cock... and that did it! Juan felt that ass-muscle tighten around his cock and he filled Bo with another load. Bo felt that and emptied his balls all over the floor in front of him. And the chain reaction just ran away when Sam saw Bo's cum shoot out of him and his own cock finally exploded into that hot hole again and again, so much cum pouring from him Larry gasped feeling himself filling up and Tony yanked his hand away from his cock but not in time as that lollipop banged again and again into his prostate forcing shot after shot out of his cock all over Tony's chest and crotch, covering his with more cum than he ever shot before. Jim saw Tony splattered with cum and that pushed him over the top, his load shooting deep inside the now familiar hole feeling it clench again and again, knowing Steve was filling John's mouth with hero cum. The group looked at each other and just started laughing.