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 hard'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 – and friends – 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 had been forced to endure to bring him to that northern crossroads. That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!

Friday 132

"Vinnie telephone!"

"Okay hon!" Vincent Muller yelled downstairs "I'll get it here in the hallway" he put down the scraper and wiggled his way down the stairs, avoiding all the tools and bags piled everywhere. After last night he needed to focus – on something other than sex and naked bodies. Finishing up the attic was his way of letting his muscles drown out all the overheated signals coming from his twisted mind. He picked up the hall phone "Muller!"

"Hey..."

"Who is this?" Vince heard the young male voice "Mitch?"

"Nope" a slight chuckle "up for a game of cards?"

"Who is... is this...?" cupping his hand over the phone "Hey I can't talk now" expecting his wife's voice to cut in any second "I gotta call ya right" and Vince hung up.

He stood there sweating looking at the time. Barely seven, he told himself, and he just got started on an evening's worth of work. The more he got done tonight, the more his Saturday tomorrow would be open for something like... another project. Anything to keep himself busy. But his idea of busy did not include what that kid might come up with! Damnit that horny brat could not even wait two damn days huh? Damn sexed-up kid! Against his better judgment Vinnie entered the number on his cellphone and called it,

"Ted... look about – "

"You free tonight right?"

"Look Ted tonight's not a good – "

"So you saying you are wussing out on me here?" hearing the edge in his voice "not good Mister M, not at all, I mean..."

"Look Ted, we can still do... um... y'know but..."

"But tonight's bad, huh?"

"Yeah, not a good time for – "

"So tomorrow's better?"

"Yeah maybe, let me get back to – "

"Yeah tomorrow might be better" Ted contained his smile "cause Mack's free then and then he could join us too and – "

"NO!" Vince lowered his voice fast, stepping into the bathroom "not Martin! Leave him outa this!"

"Well Mister M, either tonight if you could break free or tomorrow and that will give me time to make sure Mack's free too and – "

"Okay okay fine you win this one" asshole, Vince swore under his breath.

"Five minutes at" giving the name of the local quick mart "I'll pick you up" and before Vince could bargain he heard the click.

Vince swore to himself about being such a fool and not standing up to the little shit. But he knew what would happen if so much as one word – or worse, one picture! – got out about their activities Wednesday night. Or even worse last night! But it was not like Ted would spill the beans to his son Martin; after all Martin was there! And less squeamish about guy sex than Vince would have ever suspected. And Ted sure as hell did not could not know about last night! So Vince changed clothes telling himself it was only because this Ted guy was a rotten apple, a single isolated rotten apple. It was this one bad example who got his son involved in things no self-respecting high school athlete would ever do. And if Vince could not handle one punk kid, after what Vince did last night fer crying out loud, if Vince could not handle this lesser evil, then Vince almost was asking for it! That is what he kept telling himself as he walked the cold three blocks to that parking lot. And besides if he went through with this shit tonight, he might get a better idea how to get his son's butt out of whatever trap it seemed to be caught in. Because if Martin ever got trapped into something like last night – it was him and his son on that table...

"Hey Mister M over here!" he heard as soon as he started to cross the lot, hoping his hardon did not show under the lights. Hanging out of the window of his late model Honda was a familiar face.

"Hello Ted... look about this..."

"Get in get it, it's cold out here" Vince could not argue with that. He sat there trying not to look at the red-headed menace. But instead of grinning like an smart-aleck ape, Ted looked serious, his face locked into a nervous steady gaze at the road ahead.

"Where to? Your place?"

"Yeah right!" Ted did not turn "even if the rents were not home, I still don't want to risk getting... y'know like... interrupted. No, we're gotta go somewhere else."

"Where?" Vince looked around trying to figure out where they were heading. After the second turn he had a bad idea they were heading towards the school "where Ted?"

"Where you won't need those" Ted finally turned and nodded at Vince's legs.

"Huh?"

"Just so you don't forget who's calling the shots tonight, lose'm, Mister M. The pants!"

"That's not even funny! Look – "

"I'm serious!"

"You're kidding right?" looking around the street they were on. It was Friday night and there was traffic everywhere "you want me to rip you into little pieces right here and now? Cause I mean it Ted, you been causing a whole lot of – "

"You can beat the shit outa me or..."

"Or what?"

"Or lose the pants like you agreed okay?"

"I never agreed" seeing Ted sitting there like he held all the cards. Which he did "okay maybe I did... Look Ted there's a joke and then there's – "

"And for arguing now your underwear too! Do it!"

"C'mon Ted, even if you were serious, we gotta talk about – "

"Seem to remember a card game and you backed out of a penalty and you promised me, anything I wanted remember? Admit it!"

"Okay okay but... maybe..."

"No maybe. You promised and now here you are to make good on it. So you start by getting out of those now, Mister M" Ted slowed down to stop at the light "do it."

"Not here! Are you crazy?" but Vince could see the young guy meant business. Vince swore and looked around seeing enough traffic nearby to make this more than worrisome. He knew if anybody saw anything or reported anything he would be spending the holidays in jail – or worse! "c'mon Ted don't you wanna go – I mean someplace private y'know and – "

"Okay Mister – okay Vince I don't gotta remind you how you were – you are so behind the eightball you have to agree to one night with anything I tell you, remember?" the light still as red as Ted's face "so you agreed, and you agreed tonight anything goes – "

"Well not anything!"

"Anything! And it starts with you losing the pants and what's underneath! Now! Or I warn you it gets worse!" the light turned green but Ted sat there waiting, ignoring the honks growing louder behind them until Vince had no choice. Before he realized just how stupid and dangerous this could become, he unbuckled his pants and slowly he tugged them down, desperately trying not to draw any attention to his motions. He got them tugged over his shoes, feeling like a total perv sitting there in his plaid boxers, just knowing the truck next to him was watching the whole thing, even though they were both now blocking the intersection. He heard Ted bark again, and as the light turned yellow he tugged down his boxers, putting them and his pants on the seat between them, knowing these windows were not fogging up fast enough.

"You happy?"

"Man I never thought you'd really do it!" now Ted was stealing looks over at him "too bad it's not still warm and then like we had a convertible wow!"

"Yeah right" looking around, feeling the draft on his damp balls and limp cock. Ted finally cleared the light and made one more turn and then Vince knew they were actually heading for the school "we're not going there are we?"

"Maybe."

"It's like seven thirty, there won't be anyone there!"

"Why? You want an audience now?" Ted chuckled "maybe that can be – "

"Don't even kid about that!" Vince looked around, his hands in his lap to keep everything warm "so why are we here? We're not really gonna be stopping are we?"

"If you want, sure!" and Ted turned off the engine.

"What? No!"

"Okay good idea" and before Vince could stop him, Ted threw his clothes into the back seat, pocket change flying everywhere.

"HEY!"

"Put this on" and Ted's hand returned with a skimpy pair of white briefs.

"What?"

"Or not, up to you" opening his car door, lights coming on and door beeping drawing even more attention to him "let's go!"

"Are you crazy?" Vince looked around "someone can see us!"

"Hurry up then!" Ted sat there half in half out of the car, the bright light a spotlight on Vince's exposed crotch. Seeing how he was so trapped in his stupid agreement with no one but himself to blame, Vince struggled to pull the briefs over his shoes, hearing seams ripping in the process. He got out of the car, reaching for his pants "no! They stay here!"

"But my pants, my wallet and – "

"They stay here, got it? Like collateral, got it?" seeing Ted begin to lock up the car. Vince was too busy trying to pull his jacket down to cover himself to do much fighting, and worrying about the parallel to last night! There's no way Ted could know about how Vince had to get into the warehouse! Vince told himself before the night was out he would shake some answers from this little dictator. When he heard the locks beep, he knew he need to run after Ted who was half way to the building. His son was right; this Ted kid was one nasty piece of work. For a high school kid he played some serious dangerous games. And Vince reminded himself the night had barely begun.

They came to the side door of the athletic wing and to Vince's horror it was open. He did a quick scan of the parking lot to see who might have caught his exposure but there were only five or so cars parked in various distant places. He ducked into the door, shivering and sweating in equal measure,

"This is fucked up!"

"Tell me about it" Ted looked Vince up and down "good look for you Mister M – " now Vince definitely heard the parallel. Talk about spooked.

"Look? I mean just call me Vince okay?"

"V-Man's better okay?" Ted headed down the dark echoing hall "this way."

"Now where?"

"You'll see" and he had little choice but to follow Ted down to and through a door marked Mens Athletic Wing G. As Vince expected they went in the front room with its walls covered with posters announcing various upcoming sports events, and then they were in the locker area. He could almost smell the testosterone coating the walls. When Ted opened a locker and started pulling off his jacket Vince froze.

"What're you doing?"

"What's it look like?" and off came his sweatshirt. Again Vince saw that pale freckled skin, those tight ripped muscles and almost shuddered remember what happened Wednesday night. Once he was out of his pants and shoes and standing there in his tented boxer briefs he turned to Vince, looking at those briefs "you gonna wear those all night? You know you got a big rip..."

Vince looked down and could see one of his balls hanging out the opening "damn!" no wonder his sprint to the door was so cold.

Ted looked around and then down came his own briefs, standing there naked, his arms folded across his blushing chest, making no effort to cover his filling cock.

"What?" Vince looked around "here? We're gonna do it right here?"

"You that hot to get into it, huh V-Man?"

"No I mean" looking around, hearing the vents and the occasional creak loud enough to get him to flinch "but you brought me here and..."

"I'm heading for the showers" Vince watched that bare hard-muscled butt heading down the line of lockers, grabbing a towel from the pile "and you're joining me" when he got to the shower room he turned "and keep those briefs on. Got it?" and he was gone, the sound of a shower starting enough to tell Vince debating would be pointless.

Vince stood there looking around, waiting for some signal this was not what was supposed to happen. Not like this. But the echoing silence only reinforced the fact he had agreed to this, in a sense, and whatever the kid was up to it could be so much worse. If Ted just wanted to live out some weird shower room fantasy with him, then Vince would have to play along. If Vince somehow got Ted to shoot his load – even if it meant bending over and taking that bottle rocket up his ass – then maybe Vince could wrap up this evening with minimal damage. Because one kid emptying his balls into his butt could be so much worse. And not like Vince was going to be tied down and raped repeatedly, like that image from last night kept rerunning over and over again in his brain. At this point a hot steamy shower after that freezing sprint through the parking lot was enough to get Vince out of his stupor. So he stripped out of his clothes, putting them into another locker, until he stood there in those ripped too-small briefs and then he headed for the shower area as well. Maybe getting the kid off would give Vince the advantage he needed, the crack in the veneer enough to get Ted to start squealing.

He found Ted standing there covered in lather and making no effort to hide his hardon, stroking it for good measure. Vince took the shower head next to him and was going to lose the briefs when Ted reminded him to leave them on. So Vince stepped into the warm spray half-clothed, feeling like a perverted idiot, too old and out of shape to be in this place, in this role of sex object. That was until the sight of Ted's slow masturbating, combined with the warm water easing his tenseness began to cause a similar reaction in Vince's cock as well. He soaped himself down, even soaping his crotch through the soggy material when he felt a hand on his ass. He pulled away until he realized any attempt to stop Ted's actions was pointless so he stood there soaping himself as Ted's hand went inside his waistband and began to rub up and down his slippery crack. Vince tensed and made a show of twisting away but told himself this is why they were here; the kid had this sex fantasy about doing it right here the locker room, shower room, whatever. And this was it. So Vince turned to face the wall and leaned backwards, expecting the back of his briefs to be ripped open next. So when those hands did rip the material in half and he felt fingers rubbing into his crack, he closed his eyes and just wanted this over the sooner the better. He was just about to brace for the inevitable when he heard,

"Fuckin far out!" and Vince spun around and standing there were two guys Ted's age, one tall black kid, the one short and wiry with the zero bodyfat of a wrestler, leaning against the door frame with big shocked grins on their faces!

"What? Who?" Vince yelled almost falling on his slippery ass "who the fuck what are – "

"Is this the man?" from a deeper voice and then coming around the corner was a big musclebound guy who could only be this new coach Kruiser Vince had heard about, based on that accent alone. But man, this guy was way bigger than Vince imagined. And Vince could see how big he really was dressed that way. Because like the two young guys, this big hairy steroid-poisoned hulk was wearing a singlet and little else "this is him?"

"Him who?" Vince swelled out to his full size glaring at him and Ted in turn "what the fuck's going on here? Who are these – "

"Yes, I can see the resemblance" Kruisay came closer and eyed Vince head to toe "and a most intriguing attire there" and before Vince could grab him, Kruisay turned away grabbing the two guys as he did "have him join us. Both of you join us. And wear something more appropriate" and before Vince could form a swear word the three were gone.

"Okay this has gone too far" Vince stormed out of the shower area, toppling the pile of towels as he grabbed several "I'm outa here! This is NOT what I – "

"And go where? Huh Mister M? I mean V-Man? Go home wearing your clothes? Remember I still got – "

"You're gonna unlock your car so I can get my pants and wallet Ted! This is not what – "

"So what did you think you were – "

"I don't know!" drying and throwing on his shirt "a quick hook-up and then that's it, you and me! Not with all THOSE..."

"So what if what IF we got an audience like you were hinting at? Not like there weren't other dudes there Wednesday or – "

"We are NOT talking about that anymore got it?"

"I won't, believe me Mister M I won't if... if..." and there it was.

"If... what?" but Ted only narrowed his eyes and nodded at Vince's fingers buttoning his shirt and then back towards where those three guys disappeared at the far end of the room "no...NO! NO!! Not happening!"

"What's not happening?"

"Anything, got it? Not withing a hundred miles of anybody, definitely not any of them got it? And NO WAY with that big guy your coach – "

"Hey you agreed, remember?"

"Not to anything like this! Are you CRAZY?"

"You crazy Wednesday night?"

"Damn I wish I could just erase that mistake and – "

"But you can't, I can't, nobody can okay? Don't you wish Mack could erase some – "

"What about him? What's he got to do with this Ted? Is he – "

"No he ain't here..." Ted was running out of time "but imagine it's him and not you here. How would you feel if you ditched out and instead it was Mack here, and not just three guys, but I dunno... five guys? ten guys?"

"No way!"

"Ten dicks, one ass" Ted looked around for the pile of singlets he needed "you do the math."

"No way that coach would – "

"You kidding? He'd be first in line okay?" and Ted started stepping into his singlet, no cup, no pads, nothing.

"You're bullshitting me!"

"Worth taking the risk Mister M?" Ted stood there looking ripped and primed "all you gotta do is have a chat with coach, that will convince you – "

"Have him come in here! I want a word with him!"

"He's out there waiting for you – waiting for us" and like that Ted headed to the door marked Training Room C. Vince stood there so angry he was actually shaking. But the only sound was that door slamming behind him. He looked around and yelled "damn all of you!" and wrapped a towel around his waist. He remembered what happened the last time he exposed his slob of a body in only a towel and reminded himself he had no one but himself to blame for all of this! Okay so that index card directed him to contact his old buddy Mike O'Toole and see what it would take to get him compromised like he did when they were both seniors and... damnit Muller you knew it would only mess up your life, he reminded himself. But the card specifically mentioned his son Martin so it was no accident he left his bathroom wearing only a towel but never expecting to find that loose cannon coming up the stairs and almost knocking him over in the process. Damn you Muller, if you would have ignored the looks from the kid eying your stuff when the towel got knocked loose, none of this would have happened! But the card! He kept telling himself, the card and the veiled threats and... and... and through that door marked Training Room C big round Vincent Muller stormed with a vengeance.

He stomped down that short hallway and then through an open door at the end. When he came into the main room he stopped cold in his tracks.

There were two spotlights illuminating the center of the otherwise darkened room. And in the bright ring were those two kids on a wrestling mat doing stretches and warmup exercises.

"I sincerely hoped you would put your qualms aside and decide to join us" Kruisay indicated a folding chair next to him "Mister Tucker – "

"What? Is he here?" Vince panicked, scanning the shadows for...

"Mister Tucker" Kruisay pointed at Ted sitting on his other side "told me you are very reluctant to have any participation in – "

"Damn right I am!"

"He also explained to me something about... hmmm about how you agreed to come with him tonight to – "

"What did he tell you?!?!"

"If you keep interrupting I cannot explain. But Mister Tucker explained your dilemma, with your clothing locked in his car, how you agreed to join him tonight for whatever sexual – you must stop interrupting! Yes sexual activity between the two of you, and I understand finding all of us here would be a most disturbing and inhibiting development in your planned events so carefully... so carefully and secretly conceived. However the way I see your dilemna you truly have little choice in this matter now, not with some of the members of the team going out of our way to keep your son" holding up his hand to silence Vince "your son is out of harm's way. Because I can only imagine how difficult it will be to be forced to witness your son in an even more difficult sexually compromising position, and especially disturbing to see him responding in a most aroused manner being subjected to... well exactly what you were about to be subjected to when we... ahem... interrupted you and Mister Tucker in the showers before. You would be most disturbed to see your son... well I will not spell it out."

"He means" Ted leaned over, signaling: shut up! "he means you would never be able to live with yourself seeing him shooting several loads being buttfucked by a whole lot a dudes knowing you're jacking off watching it happen, right?" mouthing: Wednesday!

"This is fucked up!"

"Indeed it is that, at the very least!" Kruisay shrugged his massive shoulders "now you know where the singlets are stored. Please return dressed in one and we will begin..."

"Begin what?"

"What you came here to do" nodding at Ted "what you are saving your son from doing" and Vince looked at Ted like: is he nuts?

"I am not crazy" Kruisay answered for him "neither am I someone you would be wise to doubt or cross. Now...?"

"You!" Vince saw the jaws of the trap closing around his neck "YOU sent that note didn't you? You are the one behind – "

"If you really are so interested – "

"Damn straight I am! So admit it! You are – "

"I suggest you calm down and change into something less revealing" nodding down at the gap in Vince's towel "the singlets are..."

"I cannot believe this shit" but Vince stood up, the towel tugged tight around him and waddled back out the darkened room.

"You are sure he will do this?" Kruisay looked at Ted "he does not look very similar to Michael."

"Not Michael geez! That's not Mister O'Toole! That's Vince Muller, Mack's – Martin's dad!"

"Oh, I misunderstood" Kruisay lied. He knew exactly what Mister O'Toole looked like, especially when he was wrestling and then sexually assaulting his own son Pat. And he had the films to refresh his memory. So seeing Martin's father in this same room in a similar predicament was only one more name to check off his list. And seeing his physical condition, Kruisay realized it was not the father and son he needed to see doing sexual things together. Tonight's activities would be even more damning and even better. Much much better. Besides Kruisay had a mission now.

"This is enough warming up" Kruisay's whistle stopped the two on the mat "we are not here to wrestle, you forget" and at that moment they all heard the door and a shuffling of footsteps before a growling Vince Muller stuffed into a too-tight singlet came into the light.

"Yes Mister Muller" pronouncing it like Vince was straight off the boat "I suspected you would choose wisely. I am sorry about the confusion before..."

"What confusion?" daring to see the eager expression in Ted's eyes taking in Vince's singlet.

"Forgive me I confused you with a different father of a different – "

"Who? Which one?" Vince looked at Ted "I'm not his dad!"

"Of no course not, but never mind" he looked down at his clipboard "and to show there are no hard feelings" a slight smirk on his face "but to demonstrate this I am not the monster you take me for, instead of a demonstration of how explicit these matches could be, featuring our two star wrestlers here, instead of those two, and to help you understand the implications of that card you received – "

"So it WAS you!" Vince turned on him.

Instead of answering him, Kruisay shrugged and held up his hands "rather than keep you waiting and worrying, the first match will be... you and Mister Tucker here."

"Huh? What? No wait! Answer the question damnit!"

"Swearing in front of these young – "

"Cut the shit damnit! You made – somebody made threats against my son in that note and – "

"And we are here to keep everyone from harm!"

"So it was you! Why did you – "

"If you are so eager to have your questions answered, you will be as eager to step into the ring with Mister Tucker and finish what was started – "

"In your fuckin dreams!" Vince jumped to his feet, the folding chair flying backwards. But he did not storm from the room like he knew, like he had to be honest with himself he really could not. But here and now, in this darkened crowded room his worst fears were coming true. He just might be forced to deal with Ted with an audience just like in his deepest sickest fantasies. This was all coming true in spite of its insane impossibility! He took one step, then another followed like sleepwalking towards a firing squad, and the next thing he knew he was squinting in that circle of light, shielding his eyes as Ted also joined him center stage. And the way Ted's singlet only accentuated his aroused state made Vince break into a cold sweat under those hot lights, giving serious thought if he actually could go through with this; if he could let himself be fucked in the ass with three guys watching him and worse, jacking off to Vince's humiliation. He shuddered at the image of the two of them doing it and then to his disgust felt something like a throb or two inside his singlet, crouching forward to keep the sight from those spotlights. He was about to snap at Ted to wipe that smirk on his face when he heard,

"Or..."

"Or what?" Vince was already in the cross hairs, doing everything he could to ignore how aroused Ted was, how the thought of having Vince at his mercy was his biggest turn-on.

"Of course everyone here fully understands that you were brought here against your will."

"Damn right I was!"

"So..." Kruisay was glad Ted could not see his expression now that both he and Vince were blinded by those lights "because you must be painfully aware how the balance of power is so... hmm disproportionate... so much in Mister Tucker's favor, and to equalize the positions, to give you some sense of control, never let it be said I don't believe in... hmm farplay..." letting the odd word sink in "and in the interest of farness and..."

"Fairness? Did you say fairness? You call any of this shit fair?

"Such an outburst is understandable" Kruisay purred "but surely you must want to bolster your already severely compromised position."

"What you mean compromised? Speak English damnit!"

"He means" Ted's hand was on Vince's shoulder "first you already did stuff you would never want the world knowing about" the hand going down to Vince's round hairy chest, finding one nipple. Vince twisted away but the hand returned "then you made it worse by agreeing to be my sex toy for an entire evening" the hand now rubbing that big belly as Vince stood there frozen and fuming "then even more worse you exposed yourself in the parking lot of the school knowing there could be underage kids around" and that hand was right at Vince's crotch. Vince hated to make it worse but the kid was right "then letting yourself almost get buttfucked in the school showers with the idea in the back of your head someone might come it and see that" rubbing rubbing hardening hardening "now you're up to your neck in it, no one to blame but yourself so pay attention! Kruisay's throwing you a lifeline okay?"

"Is that right?" Vince glared at Kruisay, realizing Ted now was little more than a pawn in this coach's game "you get your rocks off forcing dudes into – "

"I am not your concern" Kruisay's voice came from the silence "your choices are your concern now. And..."

"And what?" Ted was growing impatient now.

"And because Mister Muller is an important element now – no please allow me to continue. Because you are very important to us tonight I propose to give you a series of options."

"Again with these options! What kind of options?" Vince felt himself broiling under the spotlights even though he was almost naked. Even if that hand was not jacking him any more, his bone was bad enough.

"You could be given a series of choices and – "

"And if I choose the wrong one, I'm screwed right?"

"Unfortunate choice of words but... no. Neither you nor your sons – son! – will be compromised" expecting Vince to catch the slip. But Kruisay did not make a slip; rather he continued to tighten the mental screws that Ted had begun "so..." rustling some papers to make his point "so you understand what I mean, your first option is either to continue with Ted and let him wrestle you and pin you as he is so eager to do! I do not need to draw your attention to his obvious state of arousal. Or... uhem, yours. We all know what we interrupted in the shower earlier, but now it appears Ted wishes to finish his activity in front of all of us, is that correct Ted?"

"You mean I get to fuck him right here in front of – "

"Hey wait!" Vince glared at Ted, then under his breath "I never agreed to do that in front of an audience goddamnit!"

"Or..." Kruisay almost purred.

"Or what?"

"Or... or..." Kruisay closed the trap "you strip yourself naked and masturbate yourself instead" like the idea just came to him.

"WHAT?" Vince spun around towards the direction of Kruisay's voice "you want me to do WHAT?"

"Not what I want you to do" Kruisay kept his voice low and calm "rather what you wish to do, rather than allow Ted to penetrate you in front of – "

"Wait!" Vince was gulping air, playing for time "you want me to just stand here and beat off?"

"Or the alternative would be..."

"No stop! This is crazy!" Vince glared at Ted "you know this is NOT what we agreed! I never agreed to – "

"Actually you did, remember? You said you would meet me and do whatever I wanted remember?"

"No way! No how! Not happening!" Vince stood there trying to hide his hardon. Like his dick was onboard with this whole scenario but only Vince's sense of dignity was holding it up.

"You're gonna do it V-man!" Ted's patience was running out "you already agreed! You gonna tell these guys you didn't agree to – "

"Yeah, no I mean..." Vince shielded his eyes to find Kruisay in the darkness "so even if IF I go along with this bull, still don't explain – I mean exactly where do you figure into this? I mean explain it to my dumbass brain how a big straight adult like you gets off watching a fat slob like me pulling – "

"You are not a fat slob" Kruisay continued "rather you are the father of one of my key wrestlers. And it would be a severe setback to the team's future if he would be unable to wrestle this year – "

"Whatdaymean unable to? Are you threatening to – "

"Nothing will happen to Martin as long as you decide, as long as you make your decision now. And do not delude yourself I do not know you have been stalling. Five seconds. One!"

"C'mon!"

"Two!"

"Okay okay okay! Damn!" and before Vince could kick himself for this he yanked down a shoulder strap.

"Wait!" Ted jumped forward "wait!"

"What is it Ted?" Kruisay acted annoyed.

"If I don't get to fuck him – "

"I never agreed to" from Vince.

"You are presuming" from Kruisay "but what are you – "

"If I can't... huh `wrestle' him, then let me do this part" Ted wanted back in the action "I get to strip him!"

"No!" from Vince.

"If you wish" Kruisay hid his smile.

"And jack him too!"

"No!" Vince felt like he had been manipulated once again.

"Perhaps" Kruisay nodded in the darkness "if you feel it will make a difference. Mister Muller you will start and when you feel your impending orgasm, you will Mister Tucker finish and bring you to orgasm, you understand? You two" indicating Lester and Theo lurking on the perimeter "sit!"

"Yes coach!" Theo grabbed Lester and dragged him over to the folding chairs next to Kruisay.

"Look" Vince tried to find some compromise with Ted "c'mon Ted! This ain't like..." lowering his voice "Wednesday okay? This is sick enough already without – I mean c'mon just let me I mean it's too – "

"Not a chance V-man!" and Ted's hot little fingers yanked down the other shoulder strap and with some tugging and wrangling managed to untangle it from Vince's big paw. When Ted had Vince's singlet down past his barrel chest he barked "okay big guy, hands on your head."

"Huh?" Vince got out before he felt Ted's hand turning him so he was facing their audience "wait, maybe we can..."

"Hey I wanted to do this since Wednesday okay?" and Ted's fingers were at Vince's chest, running through the damp hair until he found those big brown nipples "damn I wanted to be doing this with my cock in your ass but I guess..."

"No please c'mon Ted gimme a break here" having his hands shoved back on his head. Vince tried to stop him from playing with his nips again, but his effort was thwarted in his futile attempt to prevent Ted from realizing he had hit one of Vince's most sensitive spots. If he found his really sensitive area, Vince would cave in. To anything!

"What Wednesday?" they heard from Theo's direction.

"Nothing!"

"Mister Muller perhaps you could tell us – "

"Nothing okay? It was nothing!" like Vince would tell these guys about what happened while this little terror was rubbing his bare chest, getting him all worked up and

"Yeah I did want to find out why were you only wearing that towel?" Ted's fingers were getting the response he hoped, feeling Vince's nips getting big and hard.

"I just took a shower okay?"

"But why didn't you put on something else?" Ted's one hand starting to run south until it got to that round furry belly "what were you planning with O'Toole senior?"

"What? Who?" Theo almost fell out of his chair "Mike's dad was there?"

"Shut up Ted, please!"

"Yeah" Ted's hand found the top of the singlet tight around Vince's waist "tell'm. Tell them who was there also?"

"No" Vince hissed, feeling that hand returning to his pubes. When another hand found that hairy patch right above his rump and shoved its way down his crack, pulling the back of his singlet down in the process Vince gasped "no not like this please!"

"No way Mack was there!" Lester blurted out.

"Tell them" and Vince's full thick glutes were shining white under those lights.

"No" Vince's hands flew south to cover his crotch before the front of his singlet came down as well. But Ted barked at him to return them where they belonged, Ted's hand doing a strange job of keeping up the front of Vince's singlet where his forest of pubic hair began "please..."

"Yeah he was there" Ted's hand beginning a slow rubbing up and down Vince's now very sweaty crack, a steady stream of sweat running down his back with not even a waistband to stop it "tell them or I will V-man. What happened next? Tell them about the towel – "

"We promised!"

"Yeah yeah yeah the Attic Four, I remember. Still don't explain why you were the first – "

"Have him tell us, Ted" Kruisay cut him off "we are listening..."

"I um... I mean... damn!" Vince swore as those hands were back where they could do the most damage "damnit you gotta do that?" one hand rubbing up and down that hairy crack.

"Yes he does" Kruisay's chair squeeked loud enough to get a flinch from Vince "finish stripping him now Mister Tucker so that he may masturbate himself" and that singlet was yanked down to his knees so fast it almost ripped "Mister Muller you will proceed until you feel your orgasm approach, is that clear?"

"But..."

"Or we return to the alternative."

"Okay okay damnit..."

"Tell'm V-man" Ted hissed, but removed his hand from Vince's front, watching him lower his big arms and grab himself "yeah, jack it V-man, he don't like to – I mean you don't want to get him pissed okay? So what was up with the towel?"

"I uh oh fuck..." and a finger entered him. He wanted to lean forward but Ted managed to keep the much bigger man standing up straight. Again Ted hissed at him so Vince had to continue jacking himself. And doing it while getting fingered only made it worse "I was... oh man don't please okay okay I was doing drywall work when Mike – I mean Mister – "

"We know who you mean. Continue!"

"He came over and I was covered in sweat and dust so I went to take a shower, Mike and Martin – I mean Mack were upstairs talking so I was taking a quick shower when I heard the downstairs door so I barely had to time to rinse and I found this guy" and right on cue Ted's finger began a steady poking into that tight hole "damn, I gotta do this huh? Okay damn but don't Ted don't!" Vince narrowed his stance and closed his eyes, feeling his ass being pounded like crazy he had no choice but to widen his stance again, knowing he would not be allowed to slow down until his cock was splattering the mat with his semen "I found this guy in the living room" he looked at Ted, both knowing he was lying to cover up for the kid "and man you shoulda seen his eyes bug out when he saw the towel and okay, so I was baiting the hook I admit it, I gave him a flash or two of the goods, and I even had the towel around my neck going up the stairs, shit let the kid perv on my ass I give a shit" he stood there waiting for a reaction to his foul mouth. Instead he heard Ted spit and then a re-slimed finger was back inside his hole as he thrust his hips forward, his cock now hard enough and sensitive enough it might actually happen "and wouldn't you know it, this kid no sooner is sitting back down when he whips out a pack a card and gets us to play this high card low card game forcing us to cut cards and – "

"We know this game" Kruisay hushed the two guys next to him "and what happened when you lost? Did the towel...?"

"Yeah he had me outa the towel the first round" Vince decided to go for the jugular "right in front of Mike, because I had to see his reaction, because you – "

"We don't need to discuss that" everyone could hear the nervous anger in Kruisay's voice "who was naked also?"

"We... I mean... I don't remember who was next..."

"I was, remember?" and Ted's fingers had more spit covering and then a second finger was forcing its way into that hairy hole.

"Damn... go easy kid! I'm getting close okay?"

"Take over Mister Tucker" Kruisay's super hearing catching their whispered exchange.

"You gonna hurry up and cum" Ted whispered, now it was his hand hand all covered with spit jerking Vince's cock "unless you want to keep telling them about..."

"Yeah oh fuck oh fuck" Vince rocking into that hand, back and forth between the hand on his cock and the fingers in his ass "as soon as this kid's naked he's waving his boner around like it's all prearranged okay Kruoizer like Mike was right there where he was supposed to be okay but my son was there too okay and that was not supposed to be part of – "

"Continue!" Kruisay barked "was there sexual activity as well as nakedness?"

"Oh fuck oh fuck" Vince was blatantly bucking into Ted's hand, trying to adjust to another finger "okay okay, yeah, four naked guys okay and yeah, Mack and I had to touch each other okay and there were blowjobs and oh oh oh!" and that did it! Vince spasmed and bucked and his cock shot rapid blasts of cum towards the audience, splattering down on the mat like fat thick clumps of spackling.

"Perfect" Kruisay grunted, sounding a bit out of breath "now clean up my nice clean exercise mats. Use your singlet and you may get back into it when you have finished. Ted you may have a seat. Mister Vince-man you may stay there while – "

"Hey I'm finished here" but there was Vince bending down and wiping his spilled cum with one foot. As he stepped back into his now smelly stained singlet hoping to head for the locker room and showers, anxious to erase the disgusting evidence of his total lapse in judgement. Now that his balls were empty he lost any desire to get either Ted or that Kruiser coach to tell him about any of this. All he wanted was to leave, which is what he was doing when he heard,

"No you will take your place in the circle. I assure you your evening is far from finished. We anticipate several more orgasms from you – "

"Hey sorry there coach" almost sneering the word "I shoot once and I'm done, got it? What d'you think I am, a cum machine like Mike?"

"In a word yes" Kruisay left his chair to block Vince's excape route "next I would have given you another choice of two options – "

"None of the above okay?"

"But" ignoring his new post-orgasm attitude "but no it is better for you and you" from somewhere in the dark "to accomplish what you have both been..."

"Really?" Theo looked at Lester who was already out of his chair "you ready Mundo?" seeing resigned lust in Lester's eyes.

"And show our guest the extent of possibilities this evening you can dispense with the preliminaries and just..."

"We don't have to actually like wrestle?" Lester looked at Kruisay "you mean..."

"Yes exactly" Kruisay nodded. To Vince's shock the big black kid joined them in the spotlight and right in front of Vince dropped to his knees. Then the smaller kid materialized from the shadows and bent over the black kid – Theo? – and started to rub his crotch up and down Theo's ass. Vince backed out from the circle trying to give them room and put as much distance between himself and what could only be those two getting ready to fuck right then and there. Vince was trying to make himself invisible fast, especially when he saw out of the corner of his eye that Lester kid reach between the black kid's legs and rip his singlet until a large opening exposed Theo's crack "no it would be better if you return to the ring, you cannot see this activity, I believe Mister – "

"V-man remember?" from Ted on Kruisay's right.

"Very well Mister – I mean the V-man. Return to that spot next to them so you can have a closer look."

"I'm fine here thanks" Vince wished he could retreat even deeper into the unlit anonymity, his back to the wall little more than a dark blot.

"I insist."

"Do it V-man! Don't piss him off..." Ted nodded. When Vince saw the coach was not smiling, neither of them were kidding, Vince had to make the decision; would he do this or walk out the door and let the chips fall where they may? Would he dare to call the coach's bluff? Would he dare to tell Ted to go to fuck himself now that he had shot his load and his head was back on track? Just as he took two steps to the door he remembered how both that redheaded menace and even his own son had been using their camera phones Wednesday night! His son swore he deleted every pic, but this kid? Vince was learning this kid could not be trusted – just as his son had warned him! And all Vince could remind himself was how much over the barrel he really was to that underage lunatic. And what he might be forcing his son to suffer in his stead if he bailed now. So there was a loud echoing bang of that door slamming shut as he let the handle slide from his fingers, and like someone who knew better he lumbered over to those two, stepping into the bright light too annoyed to think, shuddering how his bulk must look compared to these two young fit kids! His worries were cut short when he saw the smaller kid pull his singlet to the side until his already hard cock was free. When Vince saw the metal cockring around the guy's stuff Vince knew they were all here for only one thing!

"No c'mon Coach, you gotta tell them they can't..." but there was the young guy looking around for something.

"Lester, you will find what you want in that black bag" was Kruisay's response. Vince stepped backwards out of the central lit area until he heard Ted's voice barking at him. As soon as Vince was in place he turned to see the young guy, his name Lester huh? And he was squeezing some greenish goo onto his cock. Vince did not want to stare but something about his hard eagerness was enough to get Vince to crouch closer, still not believing the two were going to do it, then and there. But as he gawked, Lester's hard green cock eased its head into the big black kid's ass and everyone gasped as Theo leaned back into it and rocked back onto his knees, giving Lester access to his still covered crotch. As Vince looked back and forth between these two guys and those other ones back there in the darkness, he could not help but see that Lester kid ripping the seams on the other kid's front until his huge black balls and cock came tumbling out, a matching metal cockring encircling his junk as well. Lester's hand got the wrinkles out of that long uncut meat. Vince just froze watching Theo getting jacked off and getting fucked at the same time. Seeing that and the impossible happened; the sick sight sent blood south to Vince's covered crotch fast.

"Am I doin it right Coach?" Theo grunted through his teeth, adjusting to the pain of Lester's cock stretching open his hole.

"Yes Tayo you are doing everything right" Kruisay knew Theo would continue to do anything he asked.

"You want me to shoot off now?" Theo leaned back into the impalement, giving Lester total access to his now stiffening cock. When he heard nothing but that older guy's heavy panting in his ear, and then Lester's low gruntings, Theo closed his eyes, letting Lester's hand finish the job, his cock completey enlarged and swollen with the tight metal ring "huh Coach? Is Lester gonna – "

"No!" Kruisay barked "not yet!" catching Vince's reaction "Mister V-man, watching these two you must now understand how serious this situation has become. Now stand up straight Mister V-man!"

"No!"

"Because you are growing erect watching this?"

"No I mean yes I mean – "

"If watching this is sexually arousing to you then now you will tell them, now you will tell them you want the two to exchange positions."

"No! C'mon Coach! You can see how big Taylor – "

"Tayo" from Kruisay.

"Theo!" gasped Theo as Lester resumed a slow steady fucking, the green gel doing a number on the tightly stretched skin of his cockringed cock.

"How big Theo is and... Lester" from Ted's prompting "Lester is a much smaller youth! Theo's cock will rip him wide open!"

"I uh I can't..."

"Make him watch it!" Ted was enjoying Kruisay's glances at his crotch, his hand keeping his own cock hard and weeping "make him..."

"What do you suggest, Mister Tucker? Exactly?" Kruisay could see Ted was also right where he wanted him. So far he had three of the four falling into place, down the narrowing path of his dark agenda.

"Seriously?"

"Yes" making sure Vince could hear their exchange "within reason of course. After all it is due to your effort Mister – "

"Okay V-man lie on your back!"

"Huh? WHAT?"

"Do it!" which is what Vince did after much grumbling and arguing. A part of him was relieved his ass would then be flat against the padded mats, safe from the coming inevitable. Even when the wiry shredded short kid – Lester, he reminded himself – was instructed to pull out of Theo and then straddle Vince's barrel chest, sweat and worse dripping down on Vince's neck and sweaty torso. And not five inches from his face was that gel-slimed hardon mercifully stuffed back into that stained stretched singlet "no, lose the singlet Mundo" Ted turned to Kruisay "unless" but Kruisay just shrugged "yeah Lester – you too Jackson let's see both of you ball-out naked now!"

Vince could do little but lay there as first Lester and then Theo struggled out of their singlets until he had one and then two naked guys towering over him. This time when Lester crouched over his face, his slimy naked crotch was so close to Vince's face he could smell his ball sweat, the odd sweet gel, and when Theo's now green-gelled cock started finding a greased pathway between those hard glutes, Vince had a real up-close-and-personal view between Lester's muscled thighs as first the purple head and then the flaring crown pushed hard and deep into Lester's crack, almost toppling him down onto Vince's face. But those oddly thick thighs held firm as Lester crouched lower, inching his crotch down until his balls were almost banging into Vince's chin as Theo felt that tight hole slowly begin to loosen, the small guy making slight painful adjustments to the huge invasion. To Vince's amazement that purple head broke through the ring and Theo began a slow steady easing in and out of that stretched red pucker. Lester shuddered and gasped, every muscle tensed as that huge tube pushed another inch in his small butt, his hands braced on his bent knees to keep his balance, rocking back into each of Theo's forward thrusts.

"Am I doing this right Coach? This what you want? You want me to cum now?"

"It is what Ted wants is it not?" Kruisay could see Ted – and Ted's cock – were responding to this blatant sex show "is that right?"

"Okay Theo don't blow your load just yet" Ted continued his slow wanking, using his less-coordinated hand so Kruisay could see his crotch better "now Vince – I mean V-man – "

"Huh?" Vince did not like hearing his real name "hey!"

"Now your job is to start playing with Mundo's – I mean Lester's nads!"

"No!" Lester's eyes popped open, freezing in mid motion.

"His what?" from Vince.

"Play with his nuts, his balls!"

"Damn" Vince twisted his arm upwards between those sweaty slightly hairy thighs until he could angle his palm to cup those furry balls.

"No... please stop..." Lester spasmed, feeling the stimulation to his most sensitive spot. And having that slow slamming into his prostate combined with the tickling rubbing of his tightening balls could only end one way.

"Don't stop whatever you do V-man. Keep rubbing those balls, keep rubbing those baby makers!" but Vince could feel them tightening and lifting in his grip, knowing what that meant. And seeing that rock-hard dick inches from his face gave Vince an almost clinical view of Lester's tight stretched reddened cock stretched drum-tight with the cockring, the head shiny from the gel, his piss slit splayed wide in readiness for what Vince was already bracing for. As Lester's breathing got ragged and finally stopped with the young guy tensed and frozen holding his breath, fighting off the impending explosion, Vince barely got his eyes closed in time before he felt the hot splashes of Lester's cum hit him in the face, then his forehead and the last gushes drooling down into his open mouth. Like Vince would ever admit how sweet and wonderful it tasted.

"Did I do it right? Can I cum now Coach?" Theo's slow steady strokes were becoming more like rapid jabs into that spasming hole, Lester's orgasm a tight ring around Theo's sensitive cockhead. He felt himself start to approach his own orgasm when first Kruisay and then Ted barked at him to pull out. Which he did with maybe two seconds to spare. His long shiny cock shone in the bright spotlight, flexing and throbbing, but somehow Theo managed to stop his orgasm in the knick of time. But not before his pissslit drooled one huge fat white drop.

"Very good, Tayo" Kruisay came over to rub his hands over his chest and abs "you are starting to learn to master your penis, and not have it master you" patting him on the shoulder "unlike you, Mister V-man" seeing Vince's front now that Theo and then Lester managed to step off him and collapse on the mats outside the bright circle "you appear to be fully erect from a young student ejaculating onto your face" and if Kruisay did not give Vince's obvious bone a rub with his bare foot "you are aroused by this, no?"

"No! No I am not!" Vince tried to roll away, getting his crotch away from that foot, tightening himself into a foetal position "I am a married man! No I do not enjoy – "

"Wrestle him!" Ted yelled as soon as he saw the two adult highlighted in the bright ring "do it!"

"Yeah do it Coach!" from Theo and then Lester as well as soon as he caught his breath, exchanging chugs from a bottle of sports drink between them.

"No wait!" Vince tried to rub the cum off his face, knowing it only made it look worse "I can explain!"

"Rather than explain..." Kruisay stepped out the light leaving Vince alone in the center ring "before it was Ted who determined the action. Now..."

"Now what?"

"Now..." Kruisay controlled his voice so he would not betray his victory "now Mister V-man you will decide."

"Decide what?"

"Again I give you two options, you must decide between them."

"What two options?" Vince already hated this. He knew this would be a lose-lose proposition no matter what this guy was planning.

"Either you and young Ted will wrestle the same way you saw Tayo and Layster just now..."

"You mean fuck not wrestle!"

"As you wish" Kruisay silenced Ted with a wave of his hand "but I warn you if you decide on this option, the activity will be filmed! Filmed like – "

"What?!?! Are you kidding me!?!" Vince knew right away what the coach was threatening. There would be recorded evidence of him having sex with a highschool kid. Under lights bright enough there could be no confusion "no way? You know damn well – "

"Or..."

"Or what?"

"Or you would not have to worry about such activites being recorded if you were involved with... another... adult."

"What who?" Vince knew what he was proposing "who you?"

"Yes exactly!"

"Wow!" Ted was on his feet "yes! The two of you getting into it! Wow that would be so hot!"

"You're like huge! You'd grind me into little pieces if..."

"Oh Mister V-man I have no intention of hurting you" Kruisay stood up, flexing and loosening his muscles not that Vince could see him in the darkness. But he did hear a whistle from Ted.

"And if... IF I pick the... um second option what's the catch?"

"Catch?"

"Yeah, there's always a catch" Vince had no desire to mix it up with that muscle-bound ape. Damn, the only reason he came here tonight was so that red-haired albino could get his rocks off, and get his son's neck out of a noose. And now this?

"The only... requirement..." Kruisay stepped into the light, one strap already pulled down off his hairy shoulder "is that you... um... you do not let your penis ejacute."

"How what? What did you say?"

"Wicked" and there was Theo at the edge of the light, smiling and rubbing a towel over his still naked body "you two big guys get into it without cumming! Totally wicked!"

"That's the game, huh? This whole thing is these endless choices I gotta keep making each time it's just worse and – "

"Two more" Kruisay shrugged.

"NO! Three!" from Ted in the shadows somewhere.

"Hey!" Vince yelled at that voice he had grown to hate "no way!"

"Very well three" Kruisay's eyes drilled into Vince "after all he is in charge here."

"Like hell he is" Vince knew he was again caught in their web "you are! You always were!"

"Decide!" Kruisay again cut short the stalling "without ejaculating remember!"

"Considering how ugly you are" Vince mugged "that should be no problem" and before he knew what hit him Kruisay came at him like the runaway truck he feared. In those two seconds Vince had to react Kruisay had him off his knees and onto his back so fast Ted barely had time to get out of his chair to get a better look. But Ted could see that the big musclehead was only toying with Vince, pinning him and releasing him over and over, until Vince was sweating and gasping for air, a crumbled mess smashed beneath Kruisay's superior build. When their coach sensed that Vince could not take much more, those strong hands made the ominous rip up the back of Vince's singlet, exposing that hairy sweaty crack. Keeping him in a modified half-nelson, Kruisay spun him around, putting the opening on exhibit as he strained to reach his dufflebag and extract that tube of green goo.

"Yeah! Give'm the nasty green shit!" Theo crouched nearby, his own ass still stinging from that stuff "make him squirm!" which is what Kruisay proceeded to do. Vince screamed and tried to buck free when he felt that greased finger invade him, so much thicker than Ted's earlier, but the way Kruisay had him twisted into a ball Vince had no where to squirm. He yelled and flexed as two and then three fingers shoved more and more of that stuff into him, and then the irritant began to go to work on the sensitive violated lining of his rectum. No matter how he twisted and bucked, Kruisay kept him pinned, even when he wrestled him onto his front and then as everyone watched, Kruisay pulled his singlet aside and his equally ringed cock was pointed at Vince's unprotected ass. With a heavier application of the green goo, Kruisay lowered himself until Vince's screams told the whole neighborhood his asshole was being forced open!

"NO!" Vince screamed "STOP! NO!" with all his might trying to get away from that fat uncircumcised head forcing his ring wider than it was designed to do.

"You will squeeze out, you will relax, you will breathe out slowly or this will damage you" Kruisay eased out as he lifted Vince to his knees, one arm still locked around Vince's neck.

"Stop please NO!" Vince gasped as he felt the head of Kruisay's thick battering ram begin the agony again. This time when it forced its way past his ring, he felt a greased hand reach through his leg opening and find his totally shriveled cock "NO!"

"Again out of kindness – "

"Kindness! Stop! GAWWWWW!" pinned beneath the hard shaft as it entered him by another inch or so.

"Again again you have I give you a choice" Kruisay panted as he began a slow inching in and out of that slippery broken hole "I will continue this, harder and deeper, faster and more painful until you feel my semen... or I will stop – "

"Stop! Stop! Please stop!"

"I will stop when this" grabbing his cock hard "grows erect with my penis in your rectum."

"No not that! Please anything! Not that!"

"You will be completely aroused for... that" Kruisay twisted Vince around until they were facing the three in the audience. That is when noticed a large camcorder on a stand behind them!

"No! No cameras!"

"You agreed remember?" Kruisay's hands yanking and bobbing Vince's heavy balls.

"Not not I can't not like this!"

"Choose!" and to make his point Kruisay delivered a long deep thrust until Vince saw stars, his breath caught in his chest. Kruisay eased all the way out, Vince gasping for air "choose!"

"I I...uh...I can't... I just I just came... I can't..."

"You will become erect. You will show it – show us how being penetrated is sexually arousing to you! I will help you..." signaling Theo to join them in the bright circle "remember control like we..."

"Yeah I got it!" Theo was all smiles, getting this guy, a father of – was this really Mack's dad? – wow, bonus points for "okay, open up Mister – "

"No!" Vince groaned, seeing that thick black tool coming way to close to his face.

"You will allow Tayo to use your mouth while – " easing out and reapplying the clear lube to his cock now that the lining was irritated as much as his cock as well could handle.

"No not that! Not... sucking..."

"Yes, your mouth on Tayo's penis" and before Vince could protest the outrage he gasped as that thick tool entered him again. With his mouth gasping for air, Theo grabbed Vince's ears as he placed his thick uncut head on Vince's tongue "you will not ejaculate" he locked eyes with Theo "but you!" thrusting an inch deeper "you will let yourself respond now!" and this time half of Kruisay's cock slid in before Vince could clamp down to prevent the invasion. With his mouth all but gagged by just the head of Theo's scary cock, and his ass now so stretched he did not know if it was agony or just numbness, all he could do was concentrate on that greasy hand continuing a steady massaging of his tightening balls. When he felt that cock in his mouth – a black cock! Vince reminded himself – almost just almost distracting him enough to stifle the pain and humiliation of what that musclebound dick was doing to his insides! He could only imagine how this must look...

"Imagine how you look now Mister V-man" Kruisay concentrating more and more on what his hand was doing, how his fingers and thumb were encircling the base of Vince's goods "a big heterosexual married man, the father of three children on his knees with a hard penis is his rectum and his mouth on a highschool aged black youth with a very large endowment... think how this would look..." and as Kruisay gambled, the cock in his grip began to respond to that image "your darkest most secret fantasy of being covered with semen and feeling the stimulation... yes, run your tongue around that hard penis in your mouth now" glaring at Theo making sure he did not erupt by accident "feel the texture, feel how hard your mouth is making the young man, feel is slide back and forth across your tongue" nodding at him to do as Kruisay suggested "feel that hard texture, feel how it throbs and swells" feeling Vince's cock throb and swell as well, the subliminal cues going right into his dick "feel how my penis is stimulating your... yes... yes..." as Vince's cock hardened even more, the head slowly but inevitably growing drum-tight in Kruisay's slimy hard grip "how the sperm is building, how everything is building and cannot be stopped" nailing Theo's gaze to make sure his CAN be stopped "back and forth back and forth in and out in and out" chanting over and over until Kruisay's cock and Vince's cock were caught in the same rhythm "all of those fantasies coming true all of those secret desires about receiving the sperm of man after man all of the splashing on your face, shooting into your mouth" signaling Theo NO! "all of those men putting their erections into you one after another" suspecting it would not be much longer before Vince toppled over "their erections in your mouth, your rectum Martin bending over you seeing how erect he is – "

"NO!" Vince gasped around Theo's cock.

"He is so erect and so aroused when he bends over you and this is his penis in you!" and right on cue, Vince's cock swelled in Kruisay's grip. That hand came away as Kruisay twisted Vince sideways, that hard cock in profile for their audience. As soon as Vince realized he had succumbed to their plan, Kruisay slid free of that ruined hole, and all but pushed Theo away from Vince's gasping mouth.

"We all have our secrets" Kruisay struggled to his feet, wiping himself and stuffing his cock back into his singlet, sweat-stained but harder than ever "some more... uhem, achievable than others" throwing his stained towel at Vince.

"Break break" from Theo, wanting to slip away to the bathroom to bring himself off as soon as possible. Having that big straight white dude – Mack's dad! – suck on his cock was more than he could handle, keeping his mind on every gross thing he could to keep from blowing his load in that mouth. Because if he did, Theo knew exactly what the penalty would be. And to go through that ordeal again was more than he could handle tonight.

"No we continue" Kruisay looked at Ted "because someone has been sidelined who is finally due what he came he for tonight, am I correct?"

"You mean?" Ted was already pulling down his shoulder straps.

"No!" Vince was a twisted knot on the floor, his pain more mental than physical at that point "please enough..."

"Again because I do not want this to be harder on you than it needs to be – "

"Then call it quits! What more do you want from me" catching Ted coming into the light, his singlet half-off "oh... no..." he groaned, fearing the dreaded act would finally happen. But after what he had just done, sucking and getting fucked in front of witnesses, and being filmed doing it! what could be worse? All of them gang-raping him next?

"I will let you choose again."

"I choose to go home okay? You ripped my ass open!"

"Either you will submit to Ted now, as you expected and feared since that Wednesday you so cryptically have referred to..."

"No, please okay?"

"While it is being filmed."

"NO!" that got Vince to his knees "are you crazy? That's just what – that's just why I – "

"Or..." Kruisay's chair made a loud clang "or... without cameras, you decide the order each of the rest of us – "

"WHAT?" Vince got to his feet "What the FUCK?!"

"Exactly what I refer to" Kruisay's voice low and threatening from the darkness "each of us in whatever order you decide until all four of us – "

"This cannot go on, this is..." even Vince did not have the word for how wrong this was now.

"Four now with you" Kruisay's chair cracked like a gun "or ten on Monday when Martin – "

"NO! Not that! Leave him out of this!"

"You have the ability to prevent that if..."

"Okay okay damnit. Ted okay?"

"Is that your choice?"

"Yeah, he was going to fuck me anyway, one way or the other" glaring at him, or rather his painfully hard cock "ain't that right?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"But no camera!"

"John are you ready?" Kruisay's voice echoed in the darkness. In answer another spotlight came on, all but blinding Vince and Ted as well.

"What the hell?" Vince craned his neck to see the source of the new light. He shielded his eyes and could barely make out a moving silhouette behind that third beam "who the – is there somebody else up there?"

"We proceed" Kruisay's voice answered him "no Ted, let Vince – I mean Mister V-man strip your singlet and prepare you for penetrating him."

"Who's up there? Is he already recording – "

"As you agreed remember?" Kruisay settled in to watch this finally happen "continue."

"But you already have that camcorder..." Vince was just digging himself deeper and deeper.

"Do me" Ted stood there, already stripped to the waist, beet-red and puffing like a steam engine. He pointed down at his crotch, his protruding hardon hardly needing emphasizing "now V-man!"

"This is fucked up" Vince all but tossed Ted into the center of the now twice-as-bright center stage "and wipe that damn grin off your face."

"Yes boss" Ted bit his lip, feeling one hand and then the other running up and down his tight hairless chest. He heard the air rush out of Vince like a deflating tire and knew this was now inevitable. It was all he could do to keep from jacking off thinking about the two of them finally doing it. And as much as he had a secret fantasy about him being on the receiving end, this would be earning him serious stud points! He would have settled for a few pics on his camera phone to wave in Mack's face if he dared to get up his face, but this THIS was like a hundred times better. Now he knew his future was secure with the team, with Kruisay, with the promised cash bonus, all of it! And to have that big-dicked Jackson and Ted's weight-class rival Edmundsen here to watch, all but green with envy, drooling over this was even better! His only problem now was could he get his eternal bone up Mack's dad's ass before he shot off like some punk amateur?

"The stage is yours" they heard from the pitch darkness "anything you might need you will find in that duffle bag next to the ring. Gentlemen..."

"Yes!" Ted stood there, chest out, dick out farther "well?" pointing down.

"Well what?" Vince was entranced how those pink nipples were hard under his thick fingers.

"Let's go!" making a point of flexing his cock.

"C'mon Ted, you know this is hard for me with those guys watching..." but one hand did rub its way down that hot smooth flesh to where the singlet was hanging around his tight abs. Vince's eyes were so blinded he almost did not see what Ted was removing from that duffle bag. But what he did see just about sent him running out of there!

"Just pretend it's still Wednesday and my Jack and your three of spades are about to do it, we clear?"

"But not like this... c'mon... them watching..."

"Who?" pointing to the outer darkness "I don't see anyone" and just like that Ted grabbed Vince's shoulder and made him stand in front of him. But all the physical contact, the rubbing and stoking and tugging at that singlet was like a drug for the young kid So with Ted's singlet around his ankles, his cock fully erect and so red it looked painted, Kruisay had them stand next side by side, encouraging Vince to continue his hands rubbing everywhere. Vinnie was not so quick to respond, knowing there was now an additional set of eyes out there in the blackness. Whose? Someone he knew, who knew him? Before Vince could stop him, Ted was on his knees with his hot mouth on that thick gnarly cock. Vinnie made several attempts to make him stop, but Ted suspected it was for show. Vinnie stood there with his eyes closed and his hands guiding that crew-cut head back and forth on his cock until he felt the impossible happen. As soon as Ted had it not so much hard as swollen and red, he pulled away to show the audience, and that hidden camera somewhere in the darkness, his successful attempt to make Vince appear a willing participant.

"Very very good" they heard from the darkness "perhaps additional... motivation ehem... might enhance the... ahem... activities" and against the back wall a screen came to life. Not so much a screen as a video projected onto the blank wall. Everyone especially Vinnie immediately recognized what could only be Mack's broad shoulders, crouching on his knees with this same unmistakeable freckled back bending over him! And what appeared to be a large sampling of the wrestling team in the blurry background.

"Okay Muller, assume the position!" but it was Coach Farbersten's bass voice off-camera.

"Yes coach" the camera locked on Mack's bared shoulders, his singlet around his waist, as was Ted's. The sound of their gasping drowned out the muffled noises coming from the team in the background, mercifully out of focus. Because Vince did not want to see their reaction to his son's half-naked display. But seeing Ted from the back, his pale freckled ripped back, Vince had a sudden lightbulb moment! That cop from last night, Reed his name? These two could be related! Brothers? Cousins? It was a risky gamble but Vince was already so screwed he had to risk it.

"Remember this is the arrangement to which you have already consented, we must remind ourselves" and if that damn Kruisay did not wheel the camera forward a few feet "Mister Tucker, how do you want him?"

"On your back" Ted grunted barely able to keep his hands away from his lubed cock. To Vince's horror he heard the same words coming from that screen. The way he was pinned on the floor he could almost make out the image if he turned his head "now hold your legs up!"

Vince knew the way he complied only made it look plain as day he was an eager participant in this assault. He grabbed his knees and pulled them back and then felt something he was not expecting. Something cold and rubbery was being twisted around his balls and then his cock. He looked down between his legs and Ted was arranging some metal and leather contraption around his sensitive genitals. He was so focused on making sure Ted did not do any damage he was not paying any attention to the screen until he heard that coach's voice yell,

"Strip! Both of you!"

"But coach!" he heard his son protest "not in front of..."

"Do it!" Farbersten countered "they've all seen it before Muller!"

"Damn" Vince grunted as the last snap closed around his cock, trapping it and keeping it harder and more swollen than Vince thought right. He looked down at his newly displayed cock and nuts and then saw Ted roll one and then another plastic ring around his own hardon, one tight around the base, the second tight behind his head, trapping the foreskin tight, making his already swollen head look bright red and big as a golfball. Vince pulled his legs higher and closed his eyes as that fat head pressed into him. He gasped as it popped his ring as he heard similar sounds from the screen behind him.

"Coach no! Not like this!"

"If you two don't want to get into it, why are you both sporting rock-hards?"

"Coach you said – "

"Like I would let the whole team watch while you two get into serious" but Vince was too focused on adjusting his rectum to the serious plowing to strain to hear what his son said, his protests drowned out by the hoots and cheers of that team.

"Take it!" Ted was holding Vince's legs as wide as they would stretch, his thighs straining and bulging with muscles Vince forgot he had until he felt them scream their protests. His ears barely heard "yeah yeah oh fuck you're so fucking tight! I knew your hole would get my nut! Of fuck yeah take my dick!" as the whole length just forced its way into Vince, his hole losing the battle to offer any resistance. He lay there feeling that long tube start a steady sporadic pumping into him. He opened his tearing eyes expecting to see that menace grinning and snearing. But Ted's expression was serious, his face all scrunched up, every muscle in his bright red flushed neck and shoulders bulging with the effort to control what was coming "oh fuck don't make me cum don't make me cum" like Vince had any control over what was happening "coach I'm gonna cum!"

"No don't you dare cum!" from Kruisay, but Vince thought it came from Farbersten on the screen as well. Then it sounded like all hell broke loose on that screen.

"Okay everyone hit the showers" Vince thought he heard through his clogged ears. But then a shadow loomed over him.

"Whose cock you gonna suck?"

"Arghhhh" was the most Vince could manage as he felt that drumstick pop free of his ass.

"Your choice? You must pick – "

"Make him suck off Theo's huge meat!"

"No!" Vince rolled sideways "I already –"

"Theo!" Ted continued to chant but then Vince yelled louder,

"The other kid!"

"Me?" Lester gulped from the shadows.

"Yeah him!"

"Very well" Kruisay and if he didn't wheel that damn camcorder almost hitting Vince in the face with it.

"NO! Not on camera!"

"You already have several – "

"No please, not if I gotta – "

"You've already made your choice" Kruisay snapped the trap shut "you will let Mister Tucker ejaculate in your rectum while you are fellating Mister Edmundsen while being filmed – "

Why? Why all this filming? Who's gonna be seeing – "

"You receive a copy which I hope you will use with discretion – "

"Fuck that! But what about – "

"Under lock and key I assure you!"

"But why?"

"Again you are stalling. Choose!"

"If I say no camera?"

"Then Mister Tucker decides!"

"Yeah! Theo you ready to finally dump that load?"

"Fuck yeah!" and Theo was on his feet and in the bright ring fast.

"What about me?" Lester's disappointed tone was thick enough to derail the moment.

"Help me with that" Kruisay dragged him into the shadows, their forms too dark for Vince to follow. He also looked around from that other guy – John? – but if he was still out there in the darkness Vince could not see him. What he could see was Ted re-lubing that bright red hardon, still stretched tight with those rubber rings. He turned when a loud metallic squeaking warned him the two were dragging a padded massage table into the ring. Huh?

"I trust this is more comfortable than the hard floor" Kruisay locked the table legs and indicated for Vince to hop up.

"No c'mon guys..." Vince looked around the circle "why? Why me? I'm not some buff hot – "

"Time is running out for all of us" Kruisay cleared his throat, not meeting Vince's gaze. Vince heard the odd tone in his voice, but before he could ask him about it – and stall in the process – Vince was directed onto the table. Again on his back!

"I'm getting to like this" Ted's hands were pushing Vince's thick hairy legs up and apart. Without hands his cock found its warm greased hole and this time that fat head was shoved deep in one gasp-inducing thrust. Vince threw his head back and there was a large smelly black cock in his face. Theo grabbed Vince's head and bent it backwards over the end of the curiously proportioned table and Vince felt that semi-soft cock sliding into his mouth. Any chance for protesting and yelling was long gone as Vince felt that hose start to swell and harden in his mouth. He heard and felt the grunts of pleasure radiating through Theo's muscled body into his head and then that cock started stretching and lengthening farther and farther into his throat, and then Vince could no longer prevent the gagging. The thrusts became harder and faster until Vince felt the now hard monster easing from his mouth. As soon as he could catch his breath he felt something cool and greasy on his cock! A hand was rubbing something slimy and then tingling into his cock, the hand tugging and jacking in perfect time to Ted's more insistent thrusts deeper and faster into him. The pain in his hole was somehow being replaced by the now stinging sensations coming from his cock, growing and hardening in spite of the pleasurable pain coming from his crotch. He got his breathing back to normal and was about to yell at Ted to stop jacking him when he felt his hands still stretching his knees apart – so who was jacking him? It must only be that other kid who was supposed to be getting sucked off and then Vince got another light-bulb going off, because the hand jacking his now totally boned and tightly-constricted cock was very expert at what it was doing. Damn, the kid had done this before! He sure as fuck knew his way around an adult's fat hard cock! And if that image didn't get his balls churning the cum fast!

Vince felt himself getting closer and closer and then that fat spongy head was back down his throat and again he had to focus on just breathing. He was too busy with that to feel something throbbing and spewing its load deep inside his ass. But the entire room would have had to be deaf no to realize Ted was finally shooting his load into Mack's dad's ass! Like the only thing that did not make this long-anticipated moment perfect was Mack was not there to witness it; to see that Ted was the stud! The biggest stud of the whole damn team! At least that is what it felt like as his cock just burned his cum again and again deep into that tight hot ass. When it actually became painful, when that ring behind his crown was threatening to break his cock in two Ted slowly withdrew his cock from that greased hole, longer and thicker and redder than he ever saw. He almost expected that ravaged hole to show some blood the way he pounded it, but the whole still gaped with a combination of green goo and white cum oozing from it. But what kept his eyes busy while his slippery fingers worked to remove those overly-tight rings was how shiny and... damn huge! was Muller's cock! Like Lester's stroking was having a magic effect on that cock, each stroke pumping more and more blood into it, growing larger and fatter each time Lester gave it the treatment. Ted was about the suggest making him the center of their next jack-off party when he saw Muller's thick body start to struggle and writhe and animal groans and grunts coming from that barrel chest. Damn, the dude was about to blow his load next!

"NO! Stop!" Kruisay grunted at Lester "he does not ejaculate!"

"But Coach!" like it was Lester's orgasm now getting held for ransom.

"Would you lie there and let this young student masturbate you to orgasm?"

"Y-y-yeah!" Vince had his feet back on the table and his hands in his crotch. Like he had any shyness about blowing his load at that point. His hand was jacking him fast when Kruisay's superior strength pulled it away.

"No!"

"Yes" and then it was Kruisay's hand on that fat cock "this wants to ejaculate, does it not?

"Let me... oh... oh yeah... oh fuck" what Kruisay's hand was doing to him was even more amazing than that Lester kid "don't don't stop don't stop" which is what Kruisay did.

"You may ejaculate if..."

"If what?"

"You... you..." Kruisay knew it was over for Vince "you finish the sentence. You will be allowed to orgasm if...?"

"Damn... damn anything!" as that hand did things to that sensitive spot like Vince only dreamed about.

"Anything?"

"Damn... damn you!"

"Say it!"

"Finish the sentence! Say it! I will..."

"I will..." Vince was unhinged now "anything. Suck fuck anything okay?" as Kruisay's other hand was massaging Vince's tightly strapped balls while his right hand kept Vince's cock so close to cumming Vince thought he was going to pass out.

"Say it! I will let myself be..."

"Be fucked! Suck! Anything okay oh fuck don't stop!"

"You will do this while..."

"I don't give a fuck about that... camera!" and then before he got the word out there was something large, very large between his round buttcheeks. In seconds his legs were up and his hole was stretched wider than Ted had done and it could only be that black kid pressing into him and before Vince could scream he heard the wheels of that camcorder stand wheeling it right into his face as his muscle collapsed and Theo's cock entered him. This time when his head flipped backwards it was that uncut cock on Kruisay opening his mouth. It was just resting on his tongue, hardening and lengthening as Vince's hole was broken wide open, Theo pressing into his butt, all slick with green goo and Ted's still warm jizz.

"Coach coach..." Theo gasped "I can't can't.."

"You may now orgasm Tayo. You may shoot your semen" but Kruisay could not finish before Vince felt that log quivering and then he actually felt it! He felt the hot pressure of that kid unloading his cum into Vince's damaged hole. And then Theo's hips were out of control as he gave a huge lunge deep into Vince. Vince screamed and then that thick cock was removed from his mouth and a smaller harder cock was deep in his throat and before he had a chance to gag it was throbbing and spasming and Vince tasted the bittersweet load of that Lester guy filling his mouth with what Vince hated to admit was enough to make him not think about how that Theo kid had ripped his ass in two. When he thought he was going to pass out he felt that battering ram ease out of him and then he half-visualized another person take his place between Vince's thighs and then another cock was pressing into him. Vince prayed that Theo had opening him up enough for this; the only guy left was that Kruisay, whose cock Vince had looked at with dread all night. Vince remembered he had taken the head in him before but this time it was the whole thing sliding into him and Vince leaned forward and there was Kruisay pulling his t-shirt over his head while rocking his hips forward, his naked sweaty torso all muscles and hair and sweat, looking like the ultimate fuck machine and then Vince's head was pulled backwards and it was Ted's red cock pointing and him. Vince looked at it with horror remembering where it had just been but then it was slammed into him mouth and Vince was in no position to argue.

"Remember this" again Kruisay's hand was on his softened cock "remember this night..."

"Arghh arghh" was the best Vince could do.

"You will remember when you agreed to let your body be used for the pleasure of everyone who wanted to penetrate you. And have no reluctance about permitting it to be filmed and recorded for..."

"Arggh.. oh damn..." Vince thought he had gone into shock. He could no longer feel Kruisay's thick bludgeon inside him. And if that damn devil of a kid Ted was now jacking his hardening cock and rubbing it all over Vince's face in the ultimate demonstration of his victory over him. Even his face and mouth was not as raw as he would expect. The only thing that was not numb and battered was his still encircled cock and the way Kruisay was working it was enough to get it as hard as it was before. And now it was that hand tight around the crown matching the rhythm coming from somewhere deep inside his guts that was bringing on something like an inside-out upside-down orgasm building with some impossible inevitable speed "oh fuck yeah oh fuck don't stop!"

"You will produce an orgasm for the camera?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"When you ejaculate I will also orgasm in your body! You will do that on camera!"

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh..." and then the horrible happened. That hand was removed from his cock and it was only that steady rhythmic thrusting into him going in weird circles rubbing and battering something in him.

"You will ejaculate you will ejaculate! NOW!" Vince felt something inside him just explode! Every nerve in his body just short-circuit, as some part of his brain registered his hips spasming, that cock up his ass throbbing and his balls emptying their load deep inside him, his orgasm inside out like he was pumping his load inside a tight greasy tube over and over and then just as he felt the room all bright and pinwheeled kaleidoscope his face splashed with scalding hot liquid and only that kept him from passing out entirely.