The Exam

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, not to mention family members. 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 involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family mentioned in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed an interest in hearing more about the character of Pat O'Toole. Although these stories are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the ordeals he endured to bring him to that northern crossroads. That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!

Chapter 127

Pat tore out of the kitchen putting as much air between him and his dad as fast as he could, tearing up the stairs two at a time only to find Mike already in the shower. Considering Pat just saved his butt, Mike was not about to give up his seniority privileges so easily. Pat yelled at him then tore downstairs to the basement only to find Sean also tying up his bathroom. He was about to head back upstairs to boot Mike out of "their" bathroom when he heard activity in the kitchen; their mom and sister had come home. Pat checked his watch and sure enough, it was half past five. Time for their weekly Sunday sit-down. He went back to Sean's bathroom,

"C'mon Sean hurry up! Mom's home and I gotta – "

"C'mon in then already!" Sean opened the door as a gust of steamy air hit Pat in the face. There standing in the doorway was a very wet and even more naked kid brother.

"Damnit put something on! Y'know how dad – "

"He ain't here" Sean stuck is head out the door scanning for parental intrusions "is he?"

"No but – "

"Besides c'mon Pat! Like it's way too late for that" stepping back inside and drying his hair "don't you think? Damnit Pat after this – "

"We gotta talk about that."

"So talk I'm listening" Sean sniffed "you SO need a shower. You know how bad you smell?"

"I can only imagine."

"What did dad say? He must have smelled all that cum on you! For starters!" Sean continued drying his hair, making a big show of his nakedness.

"Hurry up! I gotta get in there before – "

"So go already" Sean continued to display all his naked flesh "seriously Pat, take the shower already. I'll burn your clothes while you're in there" smirking at the mess that was his brother. Seeing Sean was making no moves to leave the bathroom, Pat resigned to the fact he had to shower with Sean in the room. He tugged his t-shirt over his head, all those scratches and bruises again on display. With Sean now stopping to watch over move Pat stepped out of his shorts and underwear and fully naked stepped into the shower. Seeing Sean watching him Pat pulled the shower curtain closed "no!"

"No what?" Pat yelled over the sound of the water.

"Leave it open. Go on Pat, pull the curtain back."

"What why?"

"Do it Pat!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do it. I'm gonna watch you shower from now on."

"That's pervy!"

"Maybe, but do it" Sean flushed the toilet. As expected, Pat had to move back to avoid the sudden gush of hot water "now Pat."

"This is so weird..." but Pat slowly drew back the curtain. When he saw Sean standing there slowly rubbing himself, he knew this horrible day was still not over "c'mon Sean, after everything – "

"Okay clean your bod good" Sean started to jack himself openly, now that he knew Pat was watching him, now they were openly staring at each other "when you're clean you are gonna be so hard!" nodding down at Pat's crotch. As soon as he was lathered up and the smelly grime was sliding down the drain, Sean flushed the toilet again.

"Hey!" again Pat had to step out of the spray "what the fuck!"

"Okay now turn off the water – "

"But I'm all soapy – "

"Do it!" Sean was now fully hard, aiming his cut arrow at Pat's soap-smeared body "cut the water Pat!"

"Why?" but that is what Pat did. He stood there slimy and covered with lather, most of it at his blond pubes "like haven't you seen enough of me for one day?" holding his hands away from his middle.

"Never" Sean knew there it was; he was putting his story on the line "looking at your bod, and man that dick..." nodding down at it "I wanna see it shoot!"

"You did" Pat rolled his eyes "about a thousand times already today!"

"Thousand and one" speeding up his hand on his cock "thousand and one Pat! Do it! Empty those balls!"

"They are!"

"Thousand and one, thousand and one" Sean took up the chant. They were so busy arguing they almost didn't hear the footsteps on their basement stairs "shit!"

"You guys here?" but it was Mike's voice. He came around the corner just as Sean came out to intercept him. He had a t-shirt on but little more. And that hand over his naked crotch was not hiding much "damn Sean! What if dad – "

"I got him naked in the shower" Sean lowered his voice, nodding his head back towards the bathroom "do it!"

"You are the most evil little dickhead I ever – "

"Remember what you – "

"Damn okay okay" and Mike went over to Sean's shelves as Sean went back into the bathroom. As he expected Pat was a blur rinsing off like they were running out of water.

"Hey we're not finished" Sean took a seat on the toilet, making sure Pat saw him resuming his jacking "thousand and one, Pat..."

"C'mon you ain't – hey wasn't that dad?"

"Nope, just Mike telling us we're wanted in the kitchen."

"Well?" Pat turned off the water. He held out his hand for a towel.

"We got ten minutes" Sean speed up his hand "you can at least get a load of steam going in – "

"Sean c'mon!" but now that Pat has seen Sean in a whole new light, he was starting to see him as more than his puppy shadowing him everywhere. Seeing Sean as this horny little devil was taking a lot of weight off his shoulders, like Sean was giving him some leeway in the family-pervert department. And that Pat liked. And what he really liked was how Sean thought Pat had the hottest sexiest body – and dick! – in town. Well maybe second hottest. Seeing Sean's reaction to his bogus coach was something alarming. So alarming he felt himself start to harden.

"Yeah oh fuck!" Sean watched Pat's cock start to swell like this was his early call morning wood all over again "man look at that thing grow!" which is what it did right on cue. When it was fully hard, Pat had little choice but to smear more soap all over its length "yeah, jack it, jack for me Pat! Blow a load for – "

"Fuck..." and it was Mike materializing just outside the bathroom door.

"Damn Mike!" Pat twisted away from his audience "you gotta – "

"Like after everything, now you're getting shy?" but Mike did not laugh "if you're putting on a show for Sean you better hurry – "

"I wasn't."

"He was" Sean pulled his hand away so Mike could see how hard he was "and now he's gonna blow a record load for me – for us right now."

"This I gotta see" Mike leaned against the door jam "because if you can pull another load outa that missile after everything that happened, that will make you like the biggest cum-loaded mega-stud of the year!"

"Y'think so?" Pat slowly turned, but not enough to show what his hand was covering "really Mike?"

"Yeah really Pat, after today I don't kid about this shit anymore..." and then Mike's hand went to his own crotch "do it. I would give my left ball to see that thing shoot right here and now with Sean and me watching."

"Seriously?" and there it was, Pat's cock sticking out in profile, all the suds and lather making it even more dramatic.

"Yeah totally serious" and Mike's cock was free then as well "see?" his cock throbbing and closing in on bone "this don't lie."

"Fuck..." and there went Pat's hand, a steady stroking now hard to miss. As soon as he got into it, he heard a loud click! "what?" and there was Mike holding Sean's camera "fuck! Are you nuts?"

"Keep going!" Mike fired off another, then another. The last one making sure to include Sean's profile in the frame as well "keep going and if you can shoot these stay under lock and key!"

"Damnit Mike you wouldn't dare!"

"Neither would I" Sean chimed in "as long as we see if you are the big stud we are betting you are" letting something slip "do it Ballsy Boy! Do it!"

"I'm gonna kill you both" but there was Sean all but drooling over his naked muscles. And Mike, older brother, studlier brother Mike also drooling and damn! openly jacking off to him as well. It was like the worst pure rush of adrenelin to his overheating brain. And his cock. In spite of everything that had already happened – or even because of what had happened – Pat felt like he could do it. He could pull yet one last load from his cock. And feeling his ass still sore and tingling from all the various dicks that thought his ass was the perfect release for their – and his cock felt bigger and bigger and then Pat yelled and the most painful, most intense orgasm shot out of him! It was only two or three shots but enough for Mike to get recorded. And Pat was too far gone to think about stopping. Or objecting. Only when Mike's phone started beeping did Pat open his eyes and look around.

"Damn I was just about to cum!" Sean pouted. He argued with Pat who went back to his shower, water and all this time, but then shot over to where Mike was downloading the latest images into Sean's computer. By the time they were finished Pat emerged from the shower. Mike made a dash to the dryer to find him some clothes and even if they were not all his, at least he was dressed. One by one they tiptoed up the stairs with Pat dragging up the rear, expecting everything and nothing.

After church the next day, Pat and their dad dragged Mike away from Sunday breakfast as soon as they could without making a scene. Mister O'Toole nodded at Sean so his wife remembered whose birthday was the following Wednesday. And whose presents they were supposedly "secretly" stealing away to buy. Which is what Sean assumed as well. As soon as they cleared the neighborhood, their dad laid into them,

"So what in blue blazes is this all about... Mike?"

"What who me? Why me?"

"Are you in trouble in school again?"

"Again?" Pat picked up on that fast "why? What happened – "

"It was only a prank" Mike elbowed him "years ago and – "

"Enough to get you suspended, do I need to remind you?"

"No, okay dad."

"So what did you do this time?"

"Nothing! I swear dad, honest!"

"You have no idea why your coaches are calling me and..." he decided to keep that part out right now "call me in to – "

"Coaches?" Mike and Pat both blurted out "which coaches?" the look between them was pure panic.

"Well that foreign Kruiser for one. I don't know who all else but – "

"What did they say? What is this about?" they both hollered over each other "What did he – " fearing the worst, fearing their Saturday morning workout did in fact make it back to their dad. Fearing Tanaka ratted them out after all! They felt the ground fall out from beneath them.

"That is what I need to find out" he looked at them "Pat?"

"I don't know honest" as if I could tell you what has been happening in the last two weeks, Pat visibly shuddered.

"Mike?" his dad grilled him at the stop light.

"Honest dad I don't – lemme go with you! I'll talk to – "

"They only want to see me" he turned to Pat "and... um... you too!"

"ME? Why ME? I'm not the one in trouble!"

"Neither am I! Honest dad I didn't do anything honest!"

"Well that's what we're going to find out" he turned a corner and headed for the mall "either get a ride home, or call your friends, or call us later to take you home. But in the mean time make yourself scarce. Better yet call me around... four, got it?"

"But... let me go with, I'll get to the bottom of – "

"He said very clearly me and Pat, not you. So I swear Michael O'Toole I find out you been lying to me or you really are in trouble... well you know the consequences" not needing to remind him what the penalty was that other time.

Once Mike was deposited at the mall and the car was back on the highway heading towards school his dad turned to him,

"Okay Pat spill it!"

"Spill what?" turning every shade of red he could. Finally he settled on Guilty-Crimson.

"You gonna sit there and tell me you don't know – "

"I don't dad, honest!" because if I did you would kill me at least three times over, he thought.

"You would tell me if something was wrong, if Mike told you – "

"He didn't do ANYTHING dad, I swear, okay?" knowing his red face was making a liar of him.

"You sure?" deciding to come at this from a different angle. Because he knew Pat was hiding something. Something so terrible he could not betray his brother about it. So if Pat would not tell him, maybe someone at the high school would level with him.

"Honest dad, honest" Pat stared out the window, knowing his dad could see right through him.

"Okay, well then..." his dad loosened his tie "maybe this really is about...I'm swearing you to secrecy here, you got it?"

"About what?"

"About... you promise you wont' say a word to Mike, you swear?"

"I swear" Pat felt a major headache coming on. He had to keep his dad from knowing about... the list was getting too long to list. And now keep Mike from know about "about what?"

"That Kruiser guy said maybe just maybe there was some serious money coming Mike's way if..." if Mike consented to something really REALLY ugly if not downright illegal, considering the amounts involved.

"Mike? Money?" Pat's head turned inside out. Why would Mike be the one getting the money if it was Pat submitting to all this – then it hit him sockeye right in the head! For all Pat was doing, all the nasty sex-shit he had done, Mike it seems had done even more? Like yesterday but worse? Apparently enough to get paid off, to get some hush money for it. Pat was pissed but even more curious to know about it "money for what? So what now, he's not in trouble or is he?" knowing he and Mike needed to come to some agreement about all of this fast.

"That's why we're – I'm – we're going to talk with them today" and he turned into the school parking lot. Pat counted the cars on both hands.

"Why me? Why am I part of this?"

"We're gonna find that out as well" and as soon as they parked they were heading for the doors to the athletic wing. Pat was more than happy to let his dad barrel through the doors ahead of him. They continued on through the locker area and that is when Pat came screeching to a halt. Because sitting there was his teammate, Theo Jackson. And when a bigger blacker version of Theo came around the corner of the lockers, Pat feared that was Theo's dad standing before them in the flesh. And if Theo and his dad were also here, and with what Pat now had firsthand knowledge of involving Theo, it could only be really bad for everyone concerned.

"Tool!"

"Jackson! What's up with you here on – "

"So what t'hell you doin here?" Theo nodded at Pat's dad "with O'Toole senior I take it?"

"Yeah this is my dad" Pat made a point of standing between his dad and Theo. In part to check our Theo's dad. He must have been in his forties or so, with slight salt and pepper at his temples. He looked like someone who should be teaching something like accounting or history or something. A jock he was not. Neither did he look all that much like Theo.

"Hey!" Theo got off the bench and shook hands with Pat's dad "quite a grip y'got there Mister O'Toole" taking in his father "I see now where Pat and his brother get their jock genes from."

"Call me Mike" Pat's dad also took stock of Theo's grip. He was assuming Theo was also a junior like Pat, but it felt and looked like he was a bit more filled and mature than Pat. Immediately Pat's dad realized this kid was in line ahead of Pat for making Varsity.

"By the time the kid here introduces me" the other guy took a spot behind Theo "it would be after dark. I'm Cal" shaking hands in turn. He looked thin but his grip was no wimp's.

"This is my dad – well step-dad actually" Theo stayed sitting "he came along today because – "

"Yeah why are we here? What the hell is this all about?" Mister O'Toole looked at all present "you know why we..." and at that moment they all heard a door and coming into the room was Coach Sorin. Pat was visibly relieved. But he could see Theo was not.

"Gentlemen, thank you for making time in your busy schedule" he started. He was wearing his coach's uniform, Pat noted, whistle clipboard the whole nine yards "I am sure you have many questions so if you will follow me we can get started and get to all of your – "

"I'm still not sure what this has to do with my son Mike" Pat's father cut in "Mike Junior is the one who – "

"Follow me" and without looking back Coach Sorin headed towards the practice room. When Pat saw that he shot a nervous look at Theo, who only shrugged in response. As soon as they were through the doors Pat's eyes zeroed in on the four-hundred pound gorilla hogging the landscape; Kruisay was sitting in a folding chair looking about as guilty as a State Prosecutor. Without standing he started,

"Welcome and thank you for coming today" he handed two clipboards to Coach Farbersten, nodding briefly at his assistant Sorin, someone Pat have never seen before in a situation like this. Pat caught Theo eye and nodded at the the intrusion, but Theo only shook his head as if to say, I don't know either "we will need signatures from both Mister O'Toole and Mister Johnson, mere formalities so that we may continue with the process of securing the scholarships we have already discussed – "

"For Mike right?" Mister O'Toole interrupted "like you said? Then how come Pat's here and – "

"I thought Coach Farbersten explained all of that" Kruisay tried to give Don a puzzled and slightly annoyed look "you and your son, the same with you Mister Johnson and your son, your step-son I believe, Theo, are both here to finalize our agreement about Michael's scholarship" turning to Theo "and then there's the matter of your brother Simon as well..."

"Still don't explain why he's here" Mister O'Toole thumbed at Pat "and not Mike!"

"Because..." Coach Farbersten looked at Kruisay and not the two fathers "as I thought you were already aware, the amount of the scholarship depends on your... um..."

"Your display of enthusiasm and involvement" Kruisay's self-appointed associate spoke up. Hearing that accent and seeing Sorin taking a more visible role now, Pat knew this was not good. He kept trying to steal looks at that new guy, but everytime he did the stranger was staring at Pat. If that didn't give Pat the creeps the look that guy gave his dad was even more alarming.

"And how are we supposed to – " Theo's dad looked at Theo like he was part of this conspiracy.

"Our sponsors..." Kruisay's associate continued "are considering various athletic programs, athletic scholarships, even the arena of marketing and merchandising if – "

"You mean like Nike? Like a line of clothes for – " Pat's dad shouted.

"Except we're wrestlers" Pat knew this was all wrong "we don't wear anything but – "

"Singlets" Kruisay continued for him "head-gear, footwear, the list is not as briefs as you imagine" staring at Pat noticing he caught the slip. Then his menacing stare wen to the two adults still holding their unsigned paperwork "so you see gentlemen, the scholarship amount has already been established. It is now up to you, all of you, to ascertain how much additional amount of money can be augmented to – "

"Still don't explain why Mike can't..." Pat's dad had the sudden insight "oh damn! I get it! If he gets money for product endorsement and shit then he can't be eligible to keep – "

"His amateur status is forfeit" Kruisay's assistant nodded "you understand implicitly."

"What about me?" Theo blurted out "or Toole – I mean Pat here? Like ain't we amateurs?"

"For the next two years technically no" Kruisay looked at Pat, innocent as a python "because you are not officially in a scholastic program, you, both of you, are currently exempt. And that is why you are here. And not your brothers" he gave his watch the most casual glance "but we waste your precious time. Now that you understand if you could sign those forms and we can hurry this process."

"I still think this is..." Theo's dad started reading several of the pages.

"And there is this... er... Rider" Kruisay's new "adviser" produced one additional sheet for both of them "as mentioned on page seven."

"Huh?" Pat's dad's eyes were glazing over trying to make sense of all the legal small print "again?"

"You only need to initial this" Sorin plunked down the sheet, all but effectively making any reading of the main document difficult if not impossible. After going back and forth on just about every point they could translate into English, Pat's dad was the first to sign. Seeing that, Mister Johnson's pen flew over his papers as well.

"Very good" Kruisay eyed Pat like the cat eying the mouse "I apologize for the air quality in here today" and just like that he pulled off his polo shirt. As Pat already suspected he was bare-chested and filling the room with all those hairy thick muscles "you may both" looking at the two fathers as well "you may all avail yourselves of the refreshments" pointing at the large five-gallon container of sports drink sitting against the wall "now if you Pat and you Tayo would first change into the attire provided by our sponsor" handing the proceedings over to Sorin, Pat noted.

"These are based on a new design they are trial testing in Europe currently" and he pulled a box from a pile balanced on a folding table on another wall. He dug around inside until he produced two singlets, one white and one a pale gray. He tossed the white one at Theo and the gray at Pat "you guys go change put them on."

"I need a drink" Theo was out of his chair and gulping plastic cup after plastic cup of the cool drink provided. Everyone knew he was stalling.

"Okay" Pat took his looking at his dad "I'll be right back" as he headed for the locker room door.

"You may change... where you... are" Sorin delivered the sucker punch with the most calm and careful tone Pat had ever heard. He had heard since yesterday morning in his basement when it was that bare-chested Kruisay who was slowly seducing his brothers one by one.

"Say again?" Pat's dad looked at him, then Pat "what?"

"Just change here guys" Sorin repeated himself, like that was an explanation "we gotta see how the material fits" almost word for word what Pat expected Kruisay to be saying. Like now Sorin was Kruisay's puppet.

"You really expect my son to just strip down in front of a whole roomful of..." he looked around counting heads. Not counting himself, there were six guys, five adults and one classmate of Pat's all expected to watch his son strip off his clothes "this is wrong! You don't really for one minute think – "

"Dad what's the big deal?" Pat now knew this was all a set-up. But why were their dads here? To keep things legit? Or rather instead to... the very thought caused Pat to shiver and tingle "you've seen me wrestle how many times? In front of hundreds right? And I was wearing little more than this?" holding up that singlet. But rubbing the material through his fingers Pat felt the difference; this thin cloth was not going to hiding nothing! But now Pat's intuition was kicking in. He saw the game before even Theo could catch up. First they – meaning Kruisay, that silent Farbersten and that new phony sponsor of course! – wanted to see if Pat really would strip down in front of his dad. And how Pat go about doing it, because that would give them answers to what type of "relationship" the two had. And catching his dad in the crosshairs would give them a real good idea where his dad was coming from, how "interested" he might be in all this shit. In a way Kruisay was testing Pat's story, to see if his dad really was hyper-sensitive to any display of flesh, if he would gag and flee the room as Pat implied. Or he would go off the handle with outrage and disgust, blowing Mike's chances of this so-called scholarship money in the process. And Pat was his dad's "litmus test" in a way, so they could get the goods on his dad now? They already had Pat and to a lesser degree – or so Pat prayed – his two brothers by the shorthairs... but now their dad too? Pat was sweating now, fearing that if somebody let something slip, his dad had to conclude that Pat had mentioned that afternoon in the bathroom when something unmentionable happened between Pat's mouth and his dad's cock! Pat knew he was fucked either way, but again that little voice told him to just do it. Because something like this was too impossible to ever happen again!

So before he could feel even more blood rushing to his face or worse downwards! he yanked his t-shirt over his head and kicked out of his shoes. He locked eyes with his dad as he unsnapped his jeans, almost expecting him to spring to his feet and yank Pat out of that room. But watching his dad frozen to that chair, Pat stepped out of them and was tugging at the waistband of his boxers fully aware this was the most naked his dad had seen him since... when? And Pat's thoughts went back to that fateful day when he caught his dad in the bathroom and before he could stop himself his dad's cock was shooting cum into Pat's mouth, and Pat had to turn his back on most of the guys as he tugged down his boxers, his bare ass the center of attention. The silence coming from his dad was speaking volumes now.

"What about me?" Theo broke the tense stand-off after an exchange of looks with his dad. Instead of him telling him to shut up and sit down, Sorin said,

"Yes. You need to change as well" which is what Theo proceeded to do. Pat was almost grateful to have him as a distraction from what was clearly outlined in his thin singlet, sticking off to the side and displaying the prominent ridge of his cockhead. He turned to Theo who was already down to his plaid boxers and gulped and gasped; Theo's own cock was pushing out the side of the boxers, letting the room know that he had Pat beat in the race to full-blown hardon status. And seeing that thing up close and up hard made Pat almost swallow his tongue. Easily ten inches of thick, all too thick erect meat and suddenly Pat was not the center of attention.

"Boy can't you do somethin about that!" Theo's dad nodded at Theo's crotch "at least wait until – " but Theo also turned his back on most of the group exposing the sheen on his hard muscled glutes as he kicked out of his boxers and began to step into his white singlet. As he turned sideways to the group, everyone could see how the material displayed his package already stretching it out in a blatant manner "dang Theo, you sure you want the world...?"

"Like this coach?" Theo pulled his attention away from his step-dad and turned to Farbersten. Pat caught on that he was staying in the background as much as possible "this right coach?"

Farbersten only cleared his throat and looked at Mister X. Sorin exchanged glances with Kruisay and answered for all of them,

"Now you two can both stand side by side as we take some marketing pictures" nodding at Kruisay as he produced a serious professional-grade camcorder from a large dufflebag.

"NO! Wait!" Pat's dad finally found his voice as he jumped up and positioned himself in front of the two. He was big but not big enough to cover both of them "no pictures! Not like that! You nuts?!?"

"Not like how?" Kruisay's deep growl filled the room as he indicated to his assistant to proceed.

"They're half-naked for crissakes! And those damn outfits don't hide a damn thing!"

"Um um um surely you have been at meets" and it was Farbersten finding his voice next, stepping into the fray "where you have seen worse. They are not – "

"At least let them... y'know" nodding his head at their crotches "y'know cool off a bit... I mean, not like that!"

"You mean with erections?" Kruisay said what everybody else was only thinking "I assure you we have an art department that can airbrush any displays of..."

"It's still kinda... y'know..." and he gave Pat a nervous look, out-maneuvered and out-manned, and went over and got a glass of the cool drink "I mean if they were older and..." almost talking to himself.

"Like your son already said" and then it was Sorin who continued taking several more pics "nothing here that is any more revealing than what is shown at any typical wrestling meet – "

"Except they ain't wrestling!"

"That is next" Sorin said to no one's surprise. He noticed Kruisay was starting to sweat, even though he was already stripped to the waist "gentlemen... we need to see how the material holds up to strenuous activity."

"You mean wrestle? Y'want us t'wrestle?" Theo looked at Pat who only nodded and to make matters crystal clear looked down at his crotch and then at Theo's prominently displayed cock in turn.

"Yes, precisely!"

"But don't they need cups and head gear and – " Pat's dad was pushing every panic button he could. And the way he was starting to sweat in that stifling room only made him wish he had not worn the clothes he had.

"I agree for once" Mister X was at a large dufflebag producing all the required items, some still in their plastic wrappers.

Pat saw it coming before Theo did. Again. As soon as he was handed the jock and the cup, he knew he and Theo both had to strip down to put them on. And as he suspected as soon as his singlet was off his shoulders and around his waist, that camcorder was all over his and then Theo's flesh. So when he tugged down the material and let nature take its course, he was not surprised to hear his dad go ballistic seeing his son standing there with a full blown hardon. But he was not surprised enough not to notice that Theo's dad was not making as big a scene as his dad.

"Mister O'Toole I remind you of clause forty-two on page six" Kruisay rose to his feet, his thick frame looming over his dad. Pat made no fast effort to cover up, especially catching Sorin taking more pics of his naked body than he thought appropriate. Even when Pat caught him taking one too many dick shots Pat did not say boo. Instead he was all eyes watching the interplay between Kruisay and his dad. Because this was the real reason for all these cat-and-mouse games. To see what Pat would do around his dad. To see how far he would go in front of his dad. And how his dad would react if things got... different. And comparing Kruisay and his dad side by side, their two bodies showing more similarities than Pat would have suspected. Where Kruisay was muscled and power-lifter thick, his dad was more toned but still showing the big shoulders and chest that his namesake, Pat's older brother, inherited. Pat's longer limbs probably were from his mom's side, he could see. But Pat remembered one thing he did inherit from his dad and that was jutting out from his blond pubes watching the two spar, "you are here to display your support and contribute your effort to this afternoon's activities. And any objections you voice, you must realize, will count against you as you have agreed in writing" waving his hands to Mister O'Toole's continuing protests "furthermore I am required to inform you these constant interruptions must now count as first of three objections that are your limit. As outlined on page seven, if your objections reach the unfortunate limit, your supplementary monetary amounts will either be forfeit or go to..." and he nodded at Theo and Mister Johnson "which would be most unfortunate for Pat here... as well as Michael" almost under his breath. Pat's dad knew enough to sit down and stop arguing. He did not like this but knew enough to save it for when it mattered. And damn, Pat was almost right: he had seen meets where the amount of flesh – even aroused flesh! – was not much worse than this. He rubbed the sweat off his forehead and lifted his hands like: okay fine, I give, continue.

So there was little he could do when two very naked and very aroused teammates stood side by side as they stepped into a set of brand-new fresh-from-the-box jockstraps. Even when he saw that damned assistant taking too many pictures of his son and his equally big-dicked teammate stuffing their junk into those bright white jocks. But when they were pulled up and tugged in place, Mister O'Toole almost gasped at the cut of the pouch. Instead of the regulation elastic pouch these were more like a long tube socks, a series of tight constricting rings located at the base and at least two further down the tube, the worst right behind their cockheads. And then that damn camera going off, and this time making no pretense of not taking blatant crotch shots, now that both of them were fully boned. And the way the elastic rings encircled their cocks only made their conditions more prominent. Seeing how blatantly obvious those fake jockstraps were, Mister O'Toole was about to object when Theo's dad sitting next to him elbowed him in the side,

"Man..."getting his attention "f you weren't sitting here in the flesh" he smirked "I swear that boy's daddy was black! Talk about having a real pussy splitter on him you should be proud!"

"He takes after his dad" through gritted teeth, staring him right in the eye. Theo's dad may have been taller, but Mike O'Toole – senior! – was in better shape. Or so Mike told himself. But something about this big guy openly making comments about his son's equipment was not making Mike as angry as he would have thought ten minutes ago. Mike knew he could not balance on this knife edge forever.

"Maybe like t'see that" Mister Johnson said out of the blue. O'Toole Senior gave him a weird look and went to refill his plastic cup before he made anymore suggestive comments. It seemed the more he drank that salty metallic fruity sports drink, the thirstier he got. He chugged down three cups in rapid succession telling himself all this was for the good of his sons, for the college education and as long as he made sure those pics never left this room – or left them so altered his son was unrecognizable – he had to cave into the program now and see this through. Damn, why didn't he read that damn agreement more carefully!

He tried to minimize the damage by looking everywhere but at those two high school kids posing in those obscene jocks. But when Mister Johnson – Cal, he reminded himself – had to open his big trap about not wearing cups, Pat's dad had to sit there with his mouth zipped shut as Pat and then Theo stepped back out of those nasty jocks, their disproportionately large boners swaying in front of them as they were handed two shrink-wrapped boxes containing their sports cups. They broke them open and pulled out the cups, but they were nothing like Mike had ever used when he wrestled in college. When Pat held his out he could see there was a triangular opening at the top of the cup. To make matters worse, that damn assistant took more pics of Pat holding it in front of his crotch like a tiny shield. And there was that Mister X taking it from Pat's hand and telling him – no then he was showing him – how Pat's penis went through the opening. Seeing that stranger openly manipulating his son's penis for everyone to see had Mike out of his chair so fast! Again he was warned that this could be counted as his second objection and if he objected one more time there would severe monetary repercussions. Now Mike was yelling and swearing all the while that stranger tugged Pat's phony cup into place, but once it was snug against his crotch Mike could see that it did provide a great deal of protection to his son's balls. Even if the trade-off was holding his cock out at a ninety degree angle. And as Pat stepped back into that long sock jockstrap, his hardon now trapped in those elastic rings and held at a perfect horizontal angle, Mike turned his eyes to watching him do the same to that muscular black kid next. His eyes bugged out when he then began to rub some greenish cream into the young guy's cock, making is throb and glisten as it was eased through the opening of that bizarre cup. And even when Theo stepped into his jockstrap, his greased cock staining the front and making the material all but translucent, Mike turned to Cal,

"You just gonna sit there and let that asshole lube up your kid's dick?"

"Step-kid, remember?" he kept his face frozen in an expressionless mask " and in case I need to explain it to you – which I don't! – we can't be affording to be complaining about things we can't do shit about" turning slightly to show Mike his determined expression "unlike some folks in this room that money is life and death for our family, so no, I ain't sayin shit!"

"Wow wow DAMN" his son Theo grunted "oh damn oh damn" he started twisting and wincing as the gel began to work its way under his foreskin... is this right? You want this on me coach? This what you want? I'm doing this right?"

"Yes Tayo, now get into your singlet" came from Kruisay's chair as Mister X stepped aside to allow more and more pics of the two tugging at the straps. By the time they both had their singlets up, Mike figured they must now have a hundred times more pics than they really needed. He knew this was wrong but those figures he saw on that form, all those zeroes completely skewed his judgment, or so he told himself "now you show my... show us all how well this equipment holds up to exercise..." getting their attention with his whistle "strenuous! exercise" like he underlined that word enough.

"Guess this is where..." Theo looked at Pat "y'know, we get into it" Theo looked down at that ten-plus tent pole pushing out the front of Pat's singlet. He looked down at his own front and realized his was worse. It looked like he already splooged himself several times the way his cockhead was making a damp transparent circle at his crotch "you know this is..."

"We gotta show them why they always single us out, yeah I get it" and the two grabbed shoulders and before another whistle rang in their ears they were at it. Theo made the mistake of adjusting himself once or twice causing his hand to get slippery with that green gel. So Pat had the initial advantage and before Theo knew what hit him he was flat on his back, Pat's cock jabbing into his abs. Luckily that damn cup allowed some flexibility otherwise both their cocks would have been snapped off after the second or third takedown. Both of them writhed around on the mat, arms and legs twisted and flailing waiting for the whistle to signal a takedown or reversal or anything! At one point Pat got an escape from Theo's tight pin and landed on his feet only to see his dad's expression. It was a ten-car pileup of emotions, combining shock and anger and surprise and damn! but if his dad's eyes did not keep returning again and again to Theo's obscenely stretched crotch. And Pat's as well when he thought his son was not looking. Theo whispered at Pat,

"Y'know they want the whole show, right?"

"Damn" Theo agreed.

"Like you and Ted" Pat whispered back and then pinned a shocked Theo in the process.

"You KNOW? How?" struggling to escape Pat's arms keeping his shoulders against the mat.

"Later!"

"Damn" Theo flexed his hips upwards and jammed his cock into Pat's hip. Pat yelped and rolled to the side. Theo took the opportunity to flip Pat onto his back in turn.

"You know what they wanna see, right?"

"Fucker ain't blowin no damn whistle, yeah..." Theo flexed and jabbed his cock again and again into Pat's abs. He was not surprised when he began to hear seams ripping "you think you can do it?"

"If I don't shoot off first!" Pat grabbed a shoulder strap and gave a yank, seeing Theo's expression, knowing they were on the same page now. As he suspected Theo's singlet began to self-destruct in the process. Within minutes Theo's singlet was a pile of scraps on the floor and Pat's was little more than a torn bandage around one thigh.

"Are you gonna say something?" Mike looked at Cal. But Cal's eyes were not leaving those two all-but-naked youths sweating and panting on that shiny mat.

"Okay thirty seconds break" finally that whistle sounded from Kruisay. He directed the two over to the drinks barrel and grabbed a few cups himself. By the time he had a quick conference with his accomplices and Sorin had new batteries and another tape in the camera the guys were back on the mat. Pat looked at his dad,

"You okay? Huh dad? You cool with this so far?" but Mike only bit his lip barely nodding. And his legs were crossed and his hands in his lap like security. That was when Pat noticed Theo's dad and his crotch. The guy was obviously hard, even from where Pat was crouching. He assumed the position as he felt Theo's hot sweaty flesh bend over him "y'know the juice is spiked right?"

"Huh?" and the whistle was off. The flipped each other over several times, their jockstraps and cups now the only thing between them and total nudity until finally Pat resigned to the inevitable.

"The shit's spiked" Pat heard Theo whisper "can't y'feel it?"

"Like Viagra?" Then it means they want us hard?" he felt himself bend backwards onto his shoulders, his ass in the air "us both hard so you gotta..."

"You shittin me?"

"They wanna see dick in ass" Pat feeling the cooling air hit his sweaty glutes "unless you wanna be on the receiving end – "

"No WAY!" Theo slammed his crotch forward. When he felt Pat make little resistance, he gave that sock pouch a hard yank not too surprised it split the first time. As soon as that cup was free from his cock he lined up his still lubed cockhead with Pat's crack, totally freaked how sore and puffy his asshole was. He was about to deliver the one hard thrust that would bury his black baseball bat in Pat's ass when he heard,

"NO! STOP!" Pat's dad was on the mat, pulling the two apart "I will not I cannot – I've seen enough! This is wrong this is not going to happen!" all but throwing Theo across the mat. Theo's dad was there as well but making little effort to intervene.

"Very well if you insist" Kruisay shrugged his huge shoulders "we hear your third objection your last objection. This match is over" raising Theo off the floor , his arm yanking high "winner of first match goes to Tayo Jackson."

"First? What first?" Pat was seconds from being fucked and now was crouching panting trying to make his head stop swimming "what?"

"You may take a seat" grabbing Cal by one shoulder and directing him back to the chairs "as may you" his tight grip still on Theo's wrist "you may get dressed or not as you so choose."

"Did I do it wrong did I do it wrong?" Theo panicked, seeing his hard-earned money flying out the window "huh coach? I'll do better next round I promise!"

"You were fine Theo" Farbersten coughed not looking at Miste X "you have nothing to worry about" he said looking like it was his neck in the noose.

"You and your father have both earned the contracted bonus as stipulated in our agreement" Kruisay began.

"What he means is" Farbersten translated "you guys are fine. It's you two" turning to Pat "now got problems."

"What problems?" Pat struggled to his feet. He knew he looked a mess and felt worse. At that point that ripped jock and painful cup were pointless so off they came. He stood there naked, his cock making great efforts to loose some of its hardness "what do you mean..."

"Three objections are two too many, so that means your brother Mike – "

"No not him!" Pat yelled "leave him outa this! I agreed to – "

"Agreed to what, Patrick?" his dad snarled. Calling him Patrick was never a good sign.

"Anything to keep him outa harm's way. And make sure he gets his scholarship, okay?"

"And your scholarship as well" Kruisay's eyes were all over that panting chest "may I remind you."

"You telling me these two ain't getting anything now?"

"They will still get... something..." Mister X shrugged "but not anything close to the amounts..."

"Because I would not let that guy damnit! Like he was all but ready to... to buttfuck my son in front of" Pat's dad was all but spitting he was so pissed "everyone who should know better! What kind of sick shit – "

"So now the majority of the money will revert to Tayo and his father unless..." Kruisay barely had the trap laid before Pat's dad stepped into it.

"Unless what?"

"There is a... perhaps another... one way you might still possibly recover some of your losses today if..." Pat tried to signal his dad not to say

"Doing what?"

"You did say your father wrestled in college?" Farbersten stepped between his dad and Kruisay, Pat seeing the collision seconds away.

"What if I did?" Mike's fists were balled.

"We need to see..." and if that Sorin was not standing there with yet a third singlet "if the adult model is as flimsy as – "

"WHAT?"

"You will wrestle" Kruisay pushed Farbersten out of the way until the two were all but banging their chins together "you will wrestle... Pat."

"No no NO! Are you NUTS?"

"You will both wrestle until the bout is completed" looking at Pat "you understand..."

"Damn... holy sh-" Pat almost swore. But swearing in front of his dad was the least of his worries now. They wanted a full knock-down drag-out no-holes-barred match between him and his dad! Like being naked and erect in front of the whole world was not enough "dad...?" but Pat could see it all layed out in front of him. He had already painted himself so far into a corner; now they wanted to see his dad screwed as well.

"Ain't happening" his eyes were bugged out and his face red and sweat pouring down his cheeks "you think for one minute..."

"C'mon dad! Think of Mike! Think of..." me he wanted to say. But Pat knew he had to do some talking fast. Because the next two seconds were going to decide the rest of his life, much less his brothers' or his dad's "you know there's nothing I wouldn't do to help Mike. And I know what kind of father you are and you would do anything ANYTHING to help him if he was in a jam and dad, Mike's in a jam right now if we don't I mean and he needs our help he needs BOTH our help and I know you would never ever EVER let him down you ain't that kind of dad you could not live with yourself if you let Mike's chances of..." Pat waited for his breath to catch up. He stood there panting and sweating watching his dad's face slowly shift "c'mon dad! Be a sport! Think of Mike! Just – "

"Do what... exactly?" Pat's saw his dad start to cave.

"Anything it takes dad!" Pat answered before Farbersten or that damn Kruisay or worse Mister X said something to make his dad come to his senses. Because his body language was beginning to say he was easing back by a millimeter or two.

"I don't know about this..." and there it was! His dad was already two inches over the precipice.

"C'mon dad! Remember you and I are doing this for Mike" Pat kept repeating. Because he knew his dad was totally devoted to his first-born namesake. But was he dedicated enough to make the leap?

"I'm gonna regret this, I can feel it already..." he looked at his son like he just materialized in front of him "damnit Pat, get some clothes on! And do something about that!" pointing at his erection.

"You saying you got another one of those for him?" Pat looked at what Kruisay's assistant was holding.

"Another? Who's that for... oh... no..." Pat's dad saw the walls beginning to crumble.

"Once you agree there is no more objections, no more refusals, no more denials of what is required. Now Mister O'Toole do you agree?"

"To what? I still don't – "

"Yes or no Mister O'Toole?"

"Pat do you know what – "

"You have five seconds to agree. One!" Pat actually cringed seeing Kruisay in full-blown bulldozer top-dog sergeant-from-hell mode now. But was it enough to bludgeon his dad into caving?

"At least tell me what – "

"Two!"

"Pat what must – "

"Whatever we need to – "

"Three!"

"But this is wrong! I already saw what you almost – "

"Four!"

"Damnit damnit DAMNIT!" his dad swore, knowing his time was up.

"Remember Mike!"

"Five!"

"Okay okay okay damnit fine you fucker! But don't think I know blackmailing Pat here – blackmailing me! well it's fucking fucked up!" but not wrong enough you don't have my curiousity, Mike thought. Pat was as shocked hearing his dad swear as hearing him actually agree. Because Pat had been witness and even participant to what these guys were capable of. But the possibility of getting into nasty shit with his dad was all but making Pat swoon. To make his head stop swimming he grabbed yet another cup of that sports drink even as Theo tried to wave him not to. Fearing Theo's suspicions might even be right, he grabbed a second one and handed it to his dad. His dad gulped it down and then gulped down a second and even a third. Pat saw Theo shaking his head, then nodding down at his step-dad's lap. Yeah Mister Johnson was showing serious meat.

"You have agreed, correct?" Kruisay narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah sure whatever, you fucking cornered me, put my neck in your noose you happy?"

"And from this point on, no more refusals?"

"I don't know what I agreeing to or refusing but you win this round, you fucker!"

"Very well" Kruisay nodded to his assistant "you may begin."

"You may wear this" he handed Pat a new clean white singlet "and you may wear this" handing his dad a red copy.

"Okay fine where can I change?" Mike looked around the room spotting the door to the locker area "I'll be back in – "

"You may change right there."

"What?"

"Your turn Mike" Cal folded his arms "theses guys stripped down in front of everyone, now it's your turn."

"Wait I mean can't I...?" seeing Kruisay return to his chair, his face all stone "I guess not huh?"

"I suppose this is gross, huh?" he looked at his son "sorry if..." their eyes locked in their moment of truth.

"You ain't gross...you're a hot man dad" Pat blurted out before he realized what he said "I mean..." and he turned his back as he stepped into his own singlet. As soon as he did he realized the problem "you gave me the wrong one, this one should be..." holding up the shoulder straps, the whole thing barely hanging on, at least five sizes too big.

"No that is correct" Sorin just nodded at his dad "now your turn."

Pat stood there in the sagging singlet, now his straining cock completely free of any tight material to prevent his meat from tenting forward. He watched his dad hesitate with his dress shirt.

"Go on dad, lose'm..."

"I'm just sorry you gotta see me do this..." and Mike O'Toole senior, all one ninety pounds packed onto his five ten frame, enough of a beer gut to make the comparison slightly embarrassing stood there... and scrutinizing Pat's reaction, started unbuttoning his shirt one slow button after another. Farbersten was suddenly all helpful taking it from him and hanging it on a hanger. Pat was now free to examine his dad's naked torso with no fear of reprisal. The memory of that time in the bathroom was still fresh in both their minds as the t-shirt was yanked over his chest and Pat's eyes traveled all over those pecs, the big brown nipples ringed with just a bit of dark blond hair, a narrow trail going down to his belly, feeling Pat's eyes taking in all of his exposed flesh, all those house rules now pointless "I gotta keep going huh?"

"Don't sweat it dad, it's all good" Mike could feel his son's eyes watching more and more of his formerly athletic body be exposed. He locked eyes with Pat as he stepped out of his shoes and hesitated, swearing at himself for not keeping up a stricter exercise routine. He promised himself Monday would find him at the Y, any Y, even the one attached to this very building he was now going to do god-knows-what with his own son. In front of too many people. Like it would be different just the two of them? He undid his belt buckle hoping that by that point his swelling would have diminished. He did everything he could, thought every gross, boring thought he could as he unzipped himself. But even that slight touch as he slowly lowered his pants was enough to pump more blood into his eight-plus meat. And the way it was pushing out the front of his briefs and looking down seeing all the stains made him want to just crawl under a rock "sorry Pat..."

"For what?" Pat tried to keep his hands over his crotch but knew it was useless. And then they were joined by Sorin and his camera. But this time he was not taking pictures, he was filming a movie!

"Turn that damn thing off!" Mike hesitated, his own hands in front of his briefs. When he saw that his order was going nowhere, he knew he was more than sunk, he was totally exposed in too many ways "well Pat here goes..." and he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down. When he straightened up, a very naked and visibly aroused man was standing in front of his son.

"You know how good you look dad, don't gotta hide anything" Pat's eyes took it all in, the thick collection of pubic hair long but not tangled around that eight? nine? inches of uncut cock, the way the head was pointed and half-covered, wide but not as thick as that thick middle part of his shaft, and the way his dad's balls – were they actually shaved? – were hanging low from those heavy cords, those still muscular thighs the hairiest part of him and how they framed and accentuated his dad's genitals "wow..."

"Sorry sight huh? Old out of shape – "

"Far from it dad! You are fucking hot!" Pat bit his lip, knowing he said too much. And having that camera recording everything. He began to realize how humiliating this must be for his dad. Humiliating and yet arousing? Pat convinced himself it was just the drink doing this.

"Now dress yourself in this singlet" Sorin tossed the red one underhand at Mike, his other hand keeping the camera from shaking. Pat wondered why he just did not use a tripod but realized there was too much flesh to capture in close-up "standing next to your son" which is what he did. Standing there like that Pat realized he actually was at least two inches taller than his dad, but blonder and maybe even broader in the shoulders. But not broader from those pecs downwards. And seeing those thick thighs, Pat realized where his brother Mike got his core stockiness from. But looking down at their respective crotches Pat got the real shock; he was actually more hung than his own dad! How bizarre! The man he always thought had the biggest cock in the whole world, at least it was when he jacked on it that afternoon, and now he could see his was actually longer. And shaped completely different, his cockhead much wider and more square. He watched as his dad struggled to get that singlet to fit "help your father" Pat heard him say.

"Huh?"

"He needs help fitting in. You know what to do."

Pat knew what they wanted to see so he whispered a soft "it's cool, let it happen" as his hands ran underneath the too tight shoulder straps, cursing under his breath how they had intentionally switched them, making Pat wear the loose one and his dad struggle with the badly stretched undersized one. When Pat finally got the straps yanked up and over his dad's thick wet slightly furred shoulders, he looked down. As he suspected the leg openings were stretched up as far as his dad's waist. He did not need to hear the "go on" to crouch down and run his hands along the seam and into his dad's pinched crotch. When his hand made contact with his dad's balls he felt his cock give a lurch. He felt more than saw a glob of wetness and knew what he was expected to do. He ran his hand underneath the overly-tight fabric until he found his dad's cock. His dad tried to knock Pat's hand away but Kruisay instructed him to keep his hands behind his back as Pat's hand for only the second time in his life had his dad's growing problem in his grip. As much as he wanted to keep rubbing it, he finally managed to angle it up and over, the stretched material barely containing it. Even one of those shaved balls had tugged free of the crotch. Pat tucked it back in but knew it was not designed to stay covered long. When he felt his dad's breath getting ragged he struggled to his feet and took his place at his side. The camera had a field day going over their two contrasting bodies, especially driving home the fact Pat was more endowed. It was a comparison Pat knew his dad did not enjoy. And he could feel his father's mortification at the comparison.

"All right" Kruisay took a seat in Mike's vacated chair "your son is a wrestler, you are – or rather you were a wrestler" not sneering but still rubbing it in enough to get a flinch from Mike "now we well watch you wrestle each other until..."

"U-u-u-until?" Mike gulped.

"Until one combatant has demonstrated total submission to the victor" Kruisay nodded "begin!"

The two circled each other, eyes all over each other's front, not ready to grapple. Because once they made contact they feared what might happen. So Pat made the first move and grabbed his dad by the shoulder and then swung behind him, twisting him into a half-nelson. He felt the sinews in his dad's shoulders crack with the sudden sprain. He relented a bit and that was when his dad bent forward and swung Pat over him through the air and almost on his ass, but Pat managed to adjust his toppling motion and half-landed on his feet. But that was all it took and then they went at it in earnest. For all his dad's comments he was still in good shape and a heavier, most formidable opponent. Pat realized his error in cutting him any slack and went him full-bore. His dad, feeling Pat's determination shift, also released his full strength against him, a bit impressed how strong and agile his seventeen-year-old son had become. Even when they began to hear the sound of ripping cloth the two did not let up the pressure. Again Pat strained to hear the sound of the whistle, of Kruisay yelling anything, but he knew deep down this was the main event. And this time there was no dad to call foul when things got sexual. Which is exactly why they had been summoned there that afternoon. Pat felt himself slammed on his back with his focus on how they must look, father and son all but naked, his dad's singlet totally ripped at the crotch and barely hanging down past his waist. And Pat's singlet more entangling mess than covering anything at that point. Pat felt their bare crotches slamming again and again each other, until Pat had enough. He flipped his dad on his back and yanked one leg backwards effectively pinning him. But instead of pressing his dad's shoulders flat to the mat, he slammed his ass down on his face and bent forward until it happened. It finally happened. Pat lowered his mouth to his dad's uncut cock and swallowed as much of it as he could. He heard the reactions from around the room, saw out of the corner of his bleary eyes that camera come in close and felt his dad trying to buck his back off the mat to free himself. Too bad that only made his cock thrust deeper and deeper into his throat effectively gagging him. Just when Pat could not breathe any more his dad flipped him to the side and they rolled and rolled until it was Pat on his back. And then he felt those strong legs straddling his neck, his head in a choke hold. Again that cock was in Pat's face, but this time his dad was actually angling it down at Pat's mouth. When he saw his son open his mouth and take it in, it all came back to him. That afternoon in the shower hearing Pat rustling around in the bathroom. Mike waited and waited for him to leave but when the hot water ran out he had no choice but to pull back the shower curtain. Instead of shock on his son's face he saw how those eyes bugged. And seeing those eyes focused on his freshly jacked cock still red from the orgasm only made Mike get his son's story fast. When that hand reached out and grabbed him, Mike knew he could not let that happen. But it was not like he could even think about – and then it happened! He actually felt himself growing hard again, even though he just shot a load not two minutes before. And the way that hand jacked his growing cock, like it knew like Pat just knew what to massage where and how fast, and how his son's cock was growing so fast it was threatening to tear open the front of his shorts and Mike looked down in total disbelief as his cock started shooting a second load all over his son's belly! He was so shocked with the inappropriate impossibility of it, from that day on he made a rule in the house not so much as a bare chest would be displayed by anyone anywhere at any time! Because that shocking sexual tension between the two of them might spill over and then all of his sons... no! But now looking down and seeing Pat willingly and openly sucking his cock brought all those feelings back to the fore. Mike barely had his cock yanked free before he turned and saw Pat's cock throbbing like it would explode all by itself. And that is when Mike spun around and grabbed that too-big cock and was about to yank it sideways when he felt it throbbing in his grip. He had his hand there for all of five seconds before he saw the damn thing explode a shot of cum all over his hand then all over his thigh as well. He rolled away from it fast then heard Kruisay bellow,

"Continue, do not stop! Finish each other!"

"But he shot a load! He's finished!" Mike struggled to his knees, Pat grabbing him around the waist for support.

"Not until one of you submits! Total submission!"

"What?" Mike tried to get up but then felt those arms around his waist twist him backwards. They rolled around the mat, now smearing it and each other in cum.

"He wants to see it" Pat grunted into his dad's ear "total submission... dad" and Pat sprang up and at his dad barreling him back onto his ass. Once he had him pinned like that, Pat's slime-coated hands were digging into his dad's hairy crack. When a finger found that tight clenched ring, his dad exploded. They were both on their feet so fast it looked like special effects.

"Don't ever – " his dad growled at him like Pat had crossed a line. Which he had. It was then his dad noticed Pat was still hard "don't that thing go down ever?"

"They want to see how many times..."

"How many times can you?" and his dad lunged at him. This time Pat flipped them both sideways until they both spun down and Pat was rolled onto his back. By that point they were both so slippery with sweat and worse, it was just two slimy bodies rolling around and over each other until Pat found himself pinned on his stomach, his dad's front pressing down into his back "you give? You give?"

"Finish it dad. Finish it" and Pat began a slow and deliberate arching of his butt back into his dad's crotch. To make the motion unmistakeable he spread his legs wide until he got his dad's cock between his thighs. Once he had it in place he closed his legs, squeezing his dad's cock in the narrow crease "do it dad!"

"No way! If what you're thinking if that's..." Mike felt his cock being milked by those strong leg and butt muscles "no Mike! I mean Pat!" and Pat heard that. And he knew what that slip implied.

"Do it dad!" Pat continued to rock up and down, squeezing his dad's cock as he did "they won't let this end until you do!"

"But it's sick and wrong! I can't... damnit!" they don't expect me to fuck my own son! Mike hated how good his cock felt sliding in and out of that crack. He was too busy fighting the rapidly growing sensations to notice Kruisay was crouching down next to them. What he did notice was Kruisay was out of his pants and all his junk was tugged free of his shorts! And he was opening jacking himself not five inches from Mike's side!

"Either you will or this will" Kruisay pulled his hand away showing Mike the thick fat cock sticking the leg opening "your son is right. This match ends in total submission until..." and just like that Kruisay pulled Mike's head backwards until he was almost off of Pat's back. Kruisay sat down on Pat's shoulders facing Mike their two cocks staring at each other "until he is not unable to resist. You will finish this" and Kruisay squeezed a thick stream of pale green lube into his own crotch and then even more down the crack of Pat's ass continuing until it was smeared all over Mike's cock as well. When Mike felt that he tried to buck away but Kruisay grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down into Pat's chest. Mike was trapped and held in place and that is when he felt the tingling begin all along his super-stimulated hard cock. When he felt Pat's leg spread wide and then a hand, Pat's hand? Kruisay's hand? on his cock bending it down until it found a patch of loose swollen skin he knew – no he feared he was now so wound up he might actually do the horrible thing. But that hand grabbed his cock and yanked it forward and then Mike felt the feeling he only felt once before. He felt his cockhead penetrate the body of his son. And the way that ass arched upwards all but impaling itself on Mike's cock, Mike knew he was totally and completely screwed. His cock was half buried in Pat's rectum!

"Oh Pat oh Pat I'm sorry I'm sorry I never..." feeling his cock begin the slow rocking motion, his hips on autopilot, unstoppable even if he tried, the tight hot hole and the green stimulating gel and irresistible combination, his cock in total control. That is when hee felt that tight ring spasm again and again, fearing Pat was actually cumming with Mike's dick half in his hole!

"Very good very good very good" Kruisay had to pull them apart. When he did Mike's brain finally caught up with his cock! Seeing his son's semen splattered all over his smooth belly was like a cold slap to his face "you would have actually continued if I had not intervened. Which is what we needed to see" getting the look of horror on Mike's face he intended "in your perverse incest you have set the standard very high for the next two to surmount" looking at his assistant "I trust you obtained everything...?"

"Yes" Sorin wiped his forehead with the back of his hand "I have everything."

"Very good very good" Kruisay helped Mike and then Pat to his feet "as much as you would both like to see the Jackson family compete and see if they can perform even more... hmm exceptionally, I trust it would be best if you both availed yourselves of the shower facility and return to your home before your absence calls any suspicions upon us all" which is what they did.

Pat and his dad dragged their sweaty smelly selves to the shower stalls and began to remove as much grime and guilt – from Mike's standpoint – and precious dad's scent and sweat from Pat's standpoint – from their bodies. Even when Pat began to soap down his dad's back, his dad just rolled forward and let Pat do what he wanted. By this point Mike realized all his strict rules at home had been for naught. And when he felt Pat press himself again his back, that eternal hardon pressed into his ass, Mike felt and then allowed his cock to lengthen and harden all over again. His son was reaching around to jack him with his soapy hand finally getting him to finish what almost happened when they heard a cough behind them. Pat jumped away but his dad just continued to lean again the wall, knowing the worst had already happened. There was little more to hide,

"I suggest you both save your... energy" Kruisay stood there, wearing a pair of discarded boxers Pat with a shudder recognized as his, and then he took a small envelope from inside them and placed it on the bench behind him "you have done a remarkable, dare I say enviably incriminating performance today to assure your son, actually both your sons, a rather substantial endowment. But I fear what is going on in there" nodding his head back at the practice room "might surpass and thereby slightly jeopardize your supplemental financial amounts to your scholarship, your scholarships" he patted the envelope and headed back the way he came "I only recommend that you and you alone" nodding at Mike still standing under the water "read this. And only once you are safely at home. Is that clear?" then looking at Pat "I trust I will see you tomorrow. And you will assure me you have not read this?"

"Why what is it?" Pat looked at both the adults. And then at his boxers "money? Is it money?"

"Tomorrow I will make sure at practice you have not looked" he turned and left "you know I am capable..."

The ride home was the longest ten minutes of Pat's short life. So far. No matter how he spun the events Pat felt like he was responsible for everything that happened. Including his dad's current damning silence. Only when they were a block from home his dad pulled over in front of one of Pat's friend's house and said,

"So I suppose you think I'm disgusting, you probably hate me now."

"Hate you? I thought you hated me!"

"What for?"

"Well what I did in the bathroom years ago for starters. I feel if I hadn't touched your cock none of this – "

"Huh?" his dad finally turned to look him full-face "what? What's that got to do with – you blame yourself for that, for this?"

"Fuck yeah – oh shit sorry" Pat turned red. Swearing in front of his dad was almost as bad as... well everything.

"I ain't gonna bust your chops for swearing but" he grabbed Pat by the ear "never in front of your mom or sister or brothers..."

"Too late for that dad" Pat grabbed his dad's hand "Mike has heard me swear so many times – "

"What about Sean?"

"I try to watch it around him. You know what a sponge he is. He'll copy anything, he's so eager to be accepted."

"You don't take advantage of that do you?" he was too nervous to say the words "I mean you and he..."

"Hell no dad!" Pat lied "he's my brother! I would never do anything dirty with him!"

"What about Mike?"

"Mike and Sean?" Pat was trying to dodge this as long as possible.

"No, you and Mike" his dad bored his eyes into him, looking for any sign of guilt. But at that point Pat had guilt written all over him for a thousand reasons.

"Yeah I wish" Pat jerked away "I mean – "

"So you find the concept..."

"What? Me and Mike get into sex shit like..." Pat also did not want to say the words.

"Like you and I just did, say it okay?"

"Look dad – "

"First I gotta know this is not going to mess with your head or – "

"Dad you forgetting? I came onto you! I think you're hot! I would not mind – oops!" Pat turned beet red lowered his head "my mouth."

"You would not mind what? If anything like that happened again? Is that what you were going to say?"

"Well... um... dad... geez!"

"Yes or no, Patrick? Tell me what happened back there was so disgusting you would rather have your arm cut off than do that again or – "

"Dad I thought you were – I mean it was so hot I almost – hell like I would actually admit out loud having sex – having my dad almost fuck me was not the best because it was so impossible – like I would not thought for years trying to make that happen or – "

"You shitting me?" his dad let a small smile crack that stern façade "see? You ain't the only one with a dirty mouth. But seriously, you think what happened, you and me messing around – "

"Just tell me where and when and I'm there, is that clear enough dad?"

"Damn..." he rubbed his hand down his chest to his crotch "but I ain't a pretty or sexy or buffed like – "

"You sell yourself short. Don't you think anyone would give their left nut not to get into your – "

"Well I think it's just the delayed concussion talking now" he laughed and rubbed his hand through Pat's crew cut "I must've slammed you once too hard back there. But if you're serious then..." looking around making sure no one was witnessing this "then... well for one we talk this through okay? Maybe just maybe we might come to an... um... understanding But PatrickVincent Michael O'Toole, you breathe a word of any of this to a soul and you will regret it the rest of your shortened life, we clear on that?"

"Dad! I ain't stupid! Like I wanna see you hauled off to jail – "

"Or worse..." he started the car and before they knew it they were in their own driveway "you know those men back there could hang us all."

"If they don't pay us off – pay Mike off – first."

"Yeah if he only knew what we had to do to save his ass!"

"Some day he better" and they were headed for the house.

Dinner was slightly delayed when Pat's dad had to go back out to get the groceries he forgot to pick up. His mom tried to make a point of it, since that was part of the errands his dad supposedly went out to do. Pat was the picture of innocence at the table, seeing his dad's eyes on him too often for casual. Only after supper did his brother Mike corner him in Pat's room with a thousand questions. Like Pat thought it would be a good idea to have an honest exchange about how wrestling practices had gotten worse and worse. And Pat was not ignorant of the fact it was Mike that got him to switch to wrestling in the first place. Somehow if they had not had such a weekend, Pat feared Mike would have taken his interrogation into a more physical realm. When Pat could not get Mike to confess to any weirdness during wrestling practice, or admit how much he knew about Kruisay beyond what happened the day before – or even come clean about what Tanaka was about – Pat decided two could play that game.

As soon as he could make a careful exit Mike senior went to his den where he had hidden that envelope. Not that he admitted anything as small as that would make him scared, but he was scared. He was scared by how he responded to the gross disgusting things he did this afternoon. He was even more scared by Pat's reactions to what had happened and his honest confession about not being disgusted by the prospect of something happening again. And this tiny envelope scared him most of all. He took a deep breath and opened it. Inside was one folded index card. He read:

You will take naked pictures of you and your 3 sons. You penetrating each one, your orgasm each time

He threw the card across the room. He rubbed his face until circulation returned. Unfortunately so did the reality of the room. And the reality of that fucked-up note. Before he forgot where it landed he picked it up again and continued reading:

Each time, pictures of each completed penetration and orgasm. All must take place within same hour

He thought he read it wrong! But he reread it two more times. They expected him to fuck all three of his sons, cum each time, take pictures of the whole sordid situation... and to make it completely impossible do it all within an hour? What did they think he was, some combination of the world's sickest pervert and the world's biggest stud rolled into one?

Before he threw the note away he read it one last time expecting to see something like: kidding! But instead there was a small note at the bottom:

Over.

He turned it over and in another hand was written:

Since you do not have qualms violating your son front of witnesses, you will secure one witness for this latest effort. You have generous choice of four

1 –Timothy Wagner known to Sean

2 –Tom Brunner known to Mike

3 – Vincent Muller known to you

1. – Otis Guzman known as your neighbor

You have seven days to submit the pictures.

Talk about a sucker punch to the gut! The first two names meant nothing to Mike except maybe Brunner, probably the football coach's son. But Vince! Hell, Mike had not talked to Vince in weeks or thought about him lately other than as his former high school friend whose family occasionally showing up at their church occasionally. Of all the people to appear on this damn list! Vince? Where the fuck did they get his name from? And Otis? The most he ever saw of that tall black beanpole were the infrequent times he was not hauling big loads in his semi. Damn, if he was home once a month it would have surprised Mike.

He retrieved the note from the wastebasket knowing leaving it there would be the most incriminating thing he could do. Shit, he could go to jail if it found its way into the wrong hands. He looked at it again. This time he noticed a small note in the margin, again a different hand:

No harm will come to you or them when you finish.

He barely noticed it the first – or second! – time because at first he thought it was some decorative border or some shit. Yeah, real decorative! This time he folded and refolded the note, reading it a fourth time to make sure he was not misreading anything. He was not. But man was he screwed!

That night he barely slept. And when he did he had weird dreams about being called in front of his co-workers to give some report. Only to realize he was naked. Naked and aroused! But instead of laughing at him, they all started clapping and hooting! And then they started to... waking up with a start loud enough to wake his wife as well! Talk about one creepy nightmare!