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 way way back in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed a burning need to hear 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 to endure to bring him to that crossroads in the Great White North. That being said, we continue with the story from the O'Tooles this time Pat's brother Mike – and friends!
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"How y'gonna get home?"
"Don't worry about me Pat" Mike got out, leaving his brother behind the wheel. Their dad was always strict not to let anyone but Mike have the car "just tell dad I had... um shopping to do."
"Don't I owe you money for the brat's present?"
"Yeah you'll owe me" and Mike headed off for the mall. He went in the front door and wasted little time finding the back entrance, hoping Pat was long gone by then. He thought about calling Tommy for a lift to school but knew it would only bring up too many questions Mike was not about to answer at that point. Like he even knew himself. And with the remote possibility things might get "interesting" Mike could not imagine explaining it to Tommy. And involving him? No way Mike could imagine getting those two antigonistic areas of his life to mesh. At least not until he sorted this out first.
Luckily he caught a bus taking him within a half-mile of his school so he was warmed up but barely sweating by the time he got to the side entrance, the dropping temperature already causing Mike to jump inside before he caught a chill. He did not have time to scope out the parking lot to see who might be there, to give him some idea what this was about. All he knew is he got the message to be at school by seven. Or else. Well it did not say that explicitly. It just said: not good idea to circumvent. Which to Mike meant the same thing, knowing Kruisay.
His voice echoed in the hallways without answer so he went into the locker room, lit but empty. He checked a few lockers and started finding several with clothes in them, none he recognized. He shed his outer coat in one vacant locker next to one filled with clothes then went into the main gym area but that also was lit and empty. Finally he tried the wrestling room, and it was the same. But in there he began to hear voices so he double-backed to the locker area then went through the door to the weight room and that's when he heard,
"You think he will show?"
"If not that brother of his is in the can. And if not him then – "
"What about..." a name Mike could not understand.
"He is already out there" and then Mike recognized that voice. Damn, Tanaka was in on this! That could only be bad. Mike grabbed one of the doors holding on til his knuckles cramped, sorting his thoughts. Why the hell was he here? Really? Well, there was the veiled threat of the note, but that by itself did not explain why he lied to his parents, even Pat, to get his butt over here in record time. But why?
Mike realized after what happened with his brothers and Kruisay in the basement, something is his brain got re-wired when it short-circuited. Because up to that point Mike saw his body as something like a project, something to work on and see where it would lead, just how far it could be pushed out til he found his genetic limits. And when he saw it respond to all the effort and exercise he knew he found something he could be good at. And there were not a lot of things he was good at. Yeah, he considered himself a good athlete and a good brother and good son, et cetera et cetera et cetera. But was that really REALLY enough? Because there was always something missing, something exciting and over-the-top, and unexpected and... yeah that was it! He was craving the excitement of the daring, major head-bending eye-bulging excitement beyond his abilities. So when all the shit after school started happening, Mike rolled with it. Yeah, he bitched and moaned and acted shocked and repulsed but deep down it was... exciting! Even dangerous! And when the impossible happened, when Kruisay all but invaded his quiet boring home that fateful Saturday and not only that but actually got him and his brothers involved in something... exciting! and dangerous! well Mike started to get a whiff of what he had been missing. It wasn't so much the sex – although that was hot in a sick impossible way – it was doing something nobody else could pull off, nobody else was privy to, that made it unique. And dangerous! Like standing here in this semi-dark locker room enjoying the feeling of his dick getting hard. It was kinky and dangerous and most of all it was... daring! And exciting!
So after adjusting himself and keeping his fingers crossed, Mike went through the doors and followed the voices. It took maybe ten steps before he saw them huddled half out of the spotlight focused on the free weights arranged in the middle of the large room. He froze in his tracks when he saw,
"Hello dickhead" standing there looking as menacing as ever was Mike's all-but-open enemy and rival, Walter "Wall O" Wilson, all two hundred plus pounds of him, but shirtless? Mike always marveled how this dude managed to keep himself tanned year round, exactly as all that bared flesh displayed. Like this guy expected to get his big ego in front of the camera at a moment's notice. And the way he kept that dark Mohawk the same length and his permanent five-o-clock shadow looking like he never shaved or always shaved or both. But judging by the way his tanned hairless muscles were bulging Mike guessed he was fresh from several reps. Maybe he lived in here?
"Hello Wall-O" Mike realized he was spotted by the whole group, so he looked at Tanaka, seeing his regular poker-face stare "you sent the message not Kruisay huh?"
"What message?" Tanaka shrugged those thick shoulders "I sent no message."
"See right here" and Mike pulled out his phone, showing him what was there "you saying you didn't – "
"I did" and coming through the opposite door was of course the expected Kruisay, no surprise to Mike "because there was someone I desired for you to meet" holding open the door for someone Mike had never seen before. Because if he had, there was no way he would have forgotten this dude. The way the door silhouetted his wide frame, almost making Kruisay look small, if that was possible "who will provide invaluable assistance and elucidation. Well perhaps let him explain; this is... hmm, well his name is..."
"Mo" the mack truck shoulders came through the door rubbing both jams at once "just Mo. Got it? We clear?"
"Man..." Mike could not keep from staring. The guy must have been pushing at least two seventy pounds of solid black muscle hand packed into his custom sports jacket and dress slacks. Mike was waiting for the guy to take a breath and start ripping seams.
"And he is here for – "
"Talent scout for um... Indoor Football League and – "
"You mean like the Titans?" Walt was already trying to suck up to this guy?
"We're wrestlers" Mike blurted out expecting Wilson to back him up "why the hell you – "
"And..." Mo looked at Kruisay "your other... stuff..." with a look of cornered contempt.
"What other..." Mike saw the almost concern on Tanaka's face and mumbled "oh shit."
"And as soon as" Kruisay went through the room to the lockerroom door "yes I believe he's here now. I will return momentarily."
Wilson and Mike to a much lesser extent, peppered Mo with questions about what he was doing there and more importantly, why they were there. They were just getting Mo to start talking about some kind of statewide talent recruiting tour when they turned as Kruisay rejoined the half-lit group. And with him was that transfer student at Central they had heard rumors about.
"You all know Mister Perez I believe?"
"Holy shit" Mike had heard the rumors about this dude the Central football team had recruited or something. But the way this dude was filling out his dress-shirt all but put him in the same league with that "Mo" dude and made Walt and himelf come off like a couple of puny runts. And the last thing Mike needed at this point was standing within swinging range of a humiliated Wilson. Mike could almost see his anger rising.
"What's all this? You assembling us all here tonight to what? Give us some lecture on like steroids?" Walt was getting riled and flushed right on cue.
"Knock it off" Mike whispered to him "these guys don't – "
"So what is it? I had a hot date tonight with – "
"Rather than spending money on..." Kruisay kept shooting nervous looks at that Mo dude "youthful unprofitable entertainment... you are here instead to earn money."
"Hey I already... I mean..." Paco looked at the other guys his age. This young blond guy looked oddly familiar, almost similar to those O'Toole guys he just had those "experiences" with. And his dick was still sore remembering that warehouse. But he had hoped after that night he was now home free, all his worries about scholarships and the threats of deportation long behind him "I mean I thought I did everything to..."
"You did what?" Mike had that stomach-twisting feeling the big mahagony-bronzed teen body builder already had been forced to do some rather nasty things. Probably nothing similar to his naked wrestling matches after school – and definintely nothing even remotely like what he and his brothers had to do with – and yet here was Tanaka and Kruisay both and that could only mean big trouble.
"Nothin – I mean... Coach?" Paco looked at Tanaka. From that one glance Mike suspected Tanaka had some activities going on at other high schools. And Kruisay was probably stirring up shit all over town. But this Mo guy? Where did he fit in?
"I'm here just to..." Mo glared at Kruisay "I'm just here to observe only remember? Just here to check out the talent remember?" but the way his high forehead was starting to sweat did not bode well for the three teenagers.
"Tonight" Kruisay picked up and amplified Mo's nervousness and nodded at Tanaka. The three watched with different levels of fear and anger as he wheeled a large camcorder into the suddenly crowded room "we offer you a chance to – "
"No way no how not happening!" Wilson was already pulling his t-shirt over his shiny muscles "enough with those damn things, I ain't – "
"What you done already with those...?" Mike nodded at Tanaka's camera "not like afterschool – "
"Shut your mouth O'Toole! Or I'll shut it for – "
"O'Toole?" Paco gulped, his suspicions confirmed "your name O'Toole?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Mike could not imagine a dotted line connecting him and this dude so who? Sure as his balls were tightening not someone in his family "you know me?"
"No" Paco lied "I just heard... um... this wrestler from West and..."
"What about me?"
"He heard" Kruisay cut in much too fast "about a wrestler with the possible talent to go All-State, isn't that right?"
"Um er yeah..." but Mike knew they were all lying. So really how did he know him? Mike started pouring sweat with the possibility some of his "after-school" activities – or worse their recordings – were starting to make the rounds. He would have to take Junior Mister Universe aside sooner not later and pump him with questions. Because looking at this assembled group it had to be bad. Except for that Mo guy who did not seem to fit in. And that is what he hoped Wilson was banking on as well.
"Okay I don't know what you" Walt glared at Tanaka "had in mind bringing us here" turning to Mo "but I ain't doing no more sex shit, got it?" realizing his slip too late. Well slip or not he expected that obviously uber-straight no-nonsense talent scout to put a stop to anything long before it got kinky.
"What?"
"Hey! What you say?" and various combinations bouncing around the room.
"All this sex stuff's gone far enough" Walt started heading for the door, his damning admission dragging behind "making dudes do that shit with other dudes" expecting Mo to start screaming bloody murder. When he didn't Walt just kept blowing "and filming it and blackmailing them like all we are is a bunch of little sick flunkies for you to jerk around! Well count me out!" and he was through the door, hoping his life had finally turned the corner and he could go back to being a normal red-blooded hetero bully alpha dog bar brawler. As Mike expected, Kruisay would tear after him in a flash. Mike took the opportunity to collar the teen body builder.
"First off" Mike turned his back so that Mo guy could not read his lips, Mike was now that paranoid "first off dude, you know you'll like too big for even football right?"
"No shit."
"So the football thing, that's just scholarship stuff, right?"
"Yeah and – "
"So you gonna compete? Cause man you are definitely hot – I mean bulked enough to like at least compete at the State level, right? Are you like the future Mister Iowa or what? Cause man you are like that huge!"
"Thanks" Paco was eating up the flattery, just as Mike was gambling. Because Mike knew he found any adulation super addictive and only hoped this Paco guy did too. Looking like that, how could he not?
"So... um..." Mike looked around the room seeing that Mo guy folding his bulk into a tiny folding chair checking the time "you really don't know me, do you? That was bull from Kruisay before, right?"
"Look... Mike, right?" Paco chewed his finger "not a good idea to explain that, okay? Lemme say I just know the name from..."
"If not me, who?" Mike wished he had some of Pat's esp abilities right about now "okay time to level, don't know how much time we got" glancing back at the door expecting a runaway Wilson to come barreling through any second with Kruisay hot on his heels "but you heard Wall-O – I mean Wilson before, right?"
"Uh... yeah."
"You heard him get all ballistic before about all the..." Mike made sure Paco saw his eyes go up and down his front "all the y'know, sex shit's been going on around town. You know anything about – "
"Fuck no!" like Paco could admit to anything. Too much was at stake now.
"Did Kruisay make you do sex stuff with – "
"What do I look like?" Paco swelled up to twice his already formidable size "I look like somebody who..."
"Nobody `looks' like nobody who would..." Mike gambled fast, one eye on that door "who would have to stay after school okay? And in front of the coaches, have to get naked and..." their eyes locked "naked and get hard or... let some other guy get them hard okay? And then – "
"You saying that's what you did?"
"I'm saying, what I'm saying" Mike grabbed one of those sofa-sized shoulders "saying is" surprised to feel that huge delt almost shaking under his hot hand "all SORTS of guys – don't ask me how we get picked! But lots of guys all over school, and your school too now I guessing huh? All these guys are getting caught in some kind of weird impossible sex net and I can only imagine what they threatening you with for this scholarship – "
"You mean I ain't getting the money?"
"What they promise you with?" Paco started to answer but Mike cut to the punchline "and what they making you do to get it, huh?"
"I don't talk about those things" Paco tried to bluff but knew things were already slipping out of his iron grip.
"Why the hell you think you're here, huh Paco? Exactly ?"
"I dunno! I thought I was..."
"Already finished? Well if you ain't done the full monty for them yet" rubbing his hand on that shoulder "and guessing what's under this shirt I can only imagine that bod of yours and their cameras already – "
"Maldito cabron!" which Mike heard as: busted "no not you, them!"
"Get you naked... hard... with other dudes..." Mike felt the muscles tense.
"You?" Paco looked around the room expecting to see everything crashing down around his ears "not you? You really did – "
"I ain't proud of what I did... already... but... yeah."
"Naked with other guys?"
"Naked, boned, cameras, shooting off, the whole nine yards."
"But you ain't mama guevo" Paco did not need to piss off this latest O'Toole "I mean..."
"No I ain't gay if that's what you mean."
"But you do sex? With other guys?"
"I do what I need to do" Mike lied "to keep my ass out of the sling, to get what they're promising. Like they're promising you all that shit."
"You already did... stuff?"
"Yeah" Mike removed his hand "you didn't?"
"I don't wanna talk about it" I can't tell you because dude, it's your family I did shit with!
"Well when and if the time comes" Mike turned as the door opened and there was Kruisay "just roll with it okay?"
"Roll with it?"
"Follow my lead okay?"
"But what if..." and just then there was big Wally Wilson again. The sight of him holding his bundled-up shirt in his tight angry fist was like a cannon blast through the room "oh..." was the sound of Paco seeing his evening go sour fast.
"Mister Wilson and I have come to a..." Kruisay was quick to note Paco's sudden change of expression, his eyes bouncing from Paco to Mo to Walt and back "solid understanding, is that not right Mister – "
"You want these off too, huh?" unbuckling his belt. Mike had never seen him like this. The great bruiser looking totally whipped, reduced to Kruisay's submissive pawn? Whatever happened in that locker room or whatever he threatened him with, it had a devastating impact bringing the big lug down so hard Mike could barely recognize the Wall-O. When Kruisay did not acknowledge his question, the lumbering hulk just dropped his pants and would have yanked down his boxer-briefs as well had Kruisay not waved his slightly shaking hand stopping him. So big Wilson entered the floodlit center of the room and leaned back against the padded horse, the knotted muscles in his arms tight with the tension, his grip spread wide looking like nothing so much as a giant slab of condemned man. A large musclehead, unshaven yet smooth-skinned, significantly tanned condemned man. And letting the bulge in his boxer-briefs just jut out not even trying to cover it.
"You have a better idea now, gentlemen" Kruisay picked up a manila folder on the folding chair behind him and started rummaging through the loose papers until he found one he was looking for. As he did several 3 by 5 cards spilled out. And if it wasn't that big Mo who scrambled to retrieve them. Like they contained incriminating information – against him! But somehow it all struck Mike as a bit of distraction for Tanaka returning to the room wearing little more than a warm-up jacket over his sweats, and lugging a large cooler which he put on the floor next to them. Mike was too focused on what Tanaka was wearing and doing to register the gulp of recognition from Paco behind him.
"We have tonight requests... um rather... reasonable requests for specific shots – specific photographic images – with specified... um equipment tonight" but Tanaka was back at the camcorder hitting buttons. And there was Mo reaching down into sombody's large duffle bag and retrieving a very large very professional-looking still camera. Well that more or less explained who was the mystery person requesting those "special photographic images" right?
"Coach? What's with the...?" Mike nodded at the rolling camcorder.
"While you change out from any clothes which you do not wish to... um, become soiled, I will return with..." Kruisay and Mo exchanged a quick glance.
"What? Coach?" Mike looked at Wall-O "what did he SAY?" but those big sweating shoulders just shrugged as he kept his arms at his side, his eyes narrowed on Mo.
"What should we do?" Paco looked to the younger smaller guy.
"Damned if I know. C'mon Wall-O, what's going on here?"
"Do it you two!" Mo grunted, like it was too insignificant to mention "we ain't got all night here" and that got Walt's butt off the bench. He lumbered over to that cooler and opened it, his big thick muscles corded with tension. He grabbed three of those ever-familiar sports drinks, handing two to Paco.
"Don't I get one?" Mike growled at him.
"Get it yourself, I ain't your..."
"Fine" Mike reached inside and grabbed one. He noticed that almost all he could find were orange-flavored, so he grabbed one of the grape ones. As he was about to close the lid, he noticed a small slip of wet paper stuck to the side, looking like some kind of invoice. He pocketed it fast with Tanaka focused on that camcorder, and Paco and Mo now focused on... well each other. He was about to unscrew it when he heard,
"Hey you!"
"Huh me?" Mike turned to Mo.
"Yeah you!"
"What?" Mike was busted. Apparently the big dude did see him slip that paper into his pocket. Mike felt sweat pouring down his back.
"Not those. Drink those orange ones!"
"What? Why? They're all the same right?"
"Just do it. I don't wanna see you get your white ass in trouble" he almost finished before Mike shrugged and replaced his grape-flavored bottle and picked a orange instead. As he did he noticed the other grape bottles appeared to have some white sediment at the bottom of them. He examined his orange one but could not detect anything. So the grape ones were adulterated? He dreaded to think what that might mean. But that big dude was making sure Mike did not drink those by mistake. So whatever it was spiked with, it was not meant for the guys? Very odd, he thought and took a big gulp. It tasted fine so he was thinking this night might go off without a hitch when Kruisay returned carrying what looked like a large duffel bag. He reached inside and pulled out three plastic-wrapped packages. He looked at Mike then Paco.
"Did I not make myself clear? You cannot wear your street clothes. Tonight per our guest's request you are to wear these outfits provided by..." hearing Mo clear his throat "instead" tossing a pack to Mike, then handing one each to Paco and the already half-naked Walt. Mike looked at it, seeing a tan and black logo and graphic for a line of athletic wear he did not recognize. He ripped open the plastic expecting it to be some ass-less or crotch-less thongs suitable for bachlorette parties but instead it was a plain white set of a long-sleeved fitted top and full compression leggings. He looked at Walt whose set was red and Paco's gray, but otherwise identical. So much for something x-rated. Porn-store material these were not. Mike shared a glance and a shrug with Paco and off came his shirt. He knew he looked good, all his hard wrestling muscles showing in high relief, but he did not expect the look Paco gave him.
"Light" Tanaka yelled "stand in the light. Closer all of you. Together now" until the three were almost tripping over each other elbow to hip to butt.
"Coach?" again Walt threatened and or indicated removing his boxer briefs.
"Yes Walter" Kruisay's strained voice came from somewhere in the darkness "now." Mike looked at Paco removing his shirt.
"Wow, no wonder they roped you into this, wow" Mike's shirt was already off and he was unbuckling his pants, trying and failing to stare as Walt's underwear came down. He looked at that thick hard butt, then at Paco also ignoring the display of nakedness as Walt struggled to get his foot into the first leg. Mike was not going to help him for a list of reasons, the first three being physical contact between the two had always been no more than slugs and shoves. And with Walt naked? Mike knew that would be completely nuts! So Mike stripped down to his jockstrap – yeah he was almost envisioning something like this when he got dressed to go out – and besides he WAS a jock, right? He watched as Paco offered to steady Walt off-balance and struggling into the other leg. The physical contact between them was natural and without the dangerous edginess that was inevitable between him and Mike. Walt struggled into the skin-tight top as Mike used the distraction to get into his leggings, holding his breath waiting for someone to comment on his jock. But that never happened. Paco was still in his pants by the time both Walt and Mike were pulling their tops down and tucking them into the waistbands.
"Um... er... Coach Tanaka?" Paco held his leggings in one hand, hesitating and sweating profusely.
"Yes Mister Perez?"
"Um... I um, I am not – I don't have... I mean I am not wearing underwear. Can I find I mean it is better if I have a jockstrap to – "
"That is up to you... Paco, right?"
"Yeah... but" he looked at Mike or rather his crotch "it would be better if I was wearing something underneath this, y'know because..."
"You make your decision" Kruisay's voice sounded flat, artificially so. Mike knew that tone or something close to it. It was the same one he used to seduce his baby brother, making it seem like it was all voluntary, all his idea, like Kruisay was not really manipulating him to do what he wanted all along.
Paco looked at Mike like it was his coin to flip. That was when Mike did something he could not explain. Maybe it was to rub Walt's nose in it, maybe something else. He tugged those leggings back down with a great deal of struggle, finally getting them past his powerful thighs and calves, showing everything to the camcorder in the process. When they were a pile on the floor he grabbed the waistband to his jock and yanked that down next. Standing there naked he handed it to Paco,
"Not your size but..." watching Paco's eyes traveling up and down his body.
"Wow."
"What?" Mike looked down at himself. Yep, he was naked from the waist down. Yep, he was perhaps flushing a bit for the camera. And that new guy. And yep, something about standing naked in front of this Paco guy was his way of saying: you're the muscle stud but I got the balls "hey I ain't all hulking Mister Olympus like you but I try to keep in shape okay?" all but pushing the damn jock into his hand. It was clean but damp with his sweat when the kinkiness of it hit Mike. You don't go around offering your used jock to a stranger unless you...
"Now I feel stupid" Paco looked at the camcorder.
"Damn if anybody needed a jock – " Mike tried not to stare at what his jock would fail to contain. Mike just thought he was pointing out the obvious.
"I mean you both naked. That would be stupid I'm the only one wearing..." already out of his pants. His big dick and floppy balls were center stage, dwarfing everything around them. And unlike Walt or even Mike to a lesser degree, Paco faced the camera headon as he struggled into Mike's damp jock and then his tight compression leggings "you have a... I mean these are really tight" seeing how every muscle was on display, the fabric little more than the faintest cover over the jock, its straps and pouch seriously outlined through the tissue-thin fabric. Everyone could see how each muscle was clearly defined, looking like gray spray paint on those ripped vascular hard-muscled legs.
"One size fits all" from Mo finally speaking up. But this time they all heard the distinct rapid-fire clicks from that huge-lensed camera. He was taking pics of them not even fully dressed yet! But his expression was anything but excited to be doing this. The guy had "chore" written all over his face.
"Now what are we..." Mike wished Paco had not started so soon. But he had to admit those hyperdeveloped muscles were all but designed for that outfit. How the seams in the crotch all but forced his package forward. How the shoulder material seemed to make his chest stand out. And what it did to those glute muscles was almost architectural looking. Mike looked down at himself as he struggled back into his leggings hoping he looked half as good, then at Walt and was glad his junk was again covered. He knew he looked good – hell he put in too many hours to make sure he looked good – but had to admit nowhere near the same league as this present company.
"Now you..." Mike heard Tanaka hesitate, then a quick muffled exchange with the others "yes... yes... you mentioned..." and then more heated discussions bordering on arguing "by why? We agreed..." and Tanaka of all people joined them in the bright ring.
"I do not expect to see surprise reaction" Tanaka looked at Walt as his team jacket came off "from either of you" and he stepped out of his sweats. Again Mike saw that compact nearly naked hairless body stuffing into a very small singlet. It was pulled up so high they could see his pubes were freshly shaved as well, the stretched material making that fat-headed cock look even more menacing. He bent down giving Paco of all people a view of his smooth crack.
"Dude... man..." trying to alert him to the fact his butt-plug was visible beneath the tight skinny strap. Paco could not believe this guy – a regular high school coach at that – was so casual about being all but naked and plugged not only in front of them, but with these cameras going as well! He gave a shocked glance at Mike but he was looking very uncomfortable also. For the same reason?
"There is this" Tanaka pulled a rubber ring from his jacket pocket and pulled his other ball and then cock free of the front. He began to struggle with the cockring, first encircling his dark brown balls "I must hurry before..." and then his cock was inched through the ring next. When he had it encircling his goods he did a lousy job of stuffing everything back into that singlet. He widened his stance and lowered himself a foot or two. He crunched his eyes closed as it began to have the desired effect "ah... yes..." and his cock by itself went from being stuffed to the side to lift and thicken, lengthening until the purple head was jutting free,an angry shade of maroon contrasting with the white of the singlet and the bronze of his thigh "ever since you showed me the pleasurable effect of this I have become almost dependent – "
"You did what?" Walt tore his eyes off the sight of seeing his coach half-naked and showing dick – something he had avoided to date in spite of what it had cost him so far – to catch Mike's almost as red, that blush descending down to his outfit and probably lower "you and Tanaka did – "
"Yes Michael as well as his – "
"I GOTTA PISS!" Mike yelled and bolted from the room before Tanaka could spill his horrible secrets. As soon as he was out the room he realized his mistake; they were probably out there now filling in all the details from that Saturday park disaster. But Mike quickly found his phone in his coat where he left it in his locker and – not too surprised – got a signal. He tried a quick search for that brand of athletic gear he was now wearing but found... nothing! Several different spellings and alternate searches even trying the logo but still not a damn thing came up. What was worse was when he tried a fifth different spelling it brought up a porn site! Mike felt the cold sweat tickling his back and butt knowing all of this was seriously bogus. And it was going to get much much worse really fast! Somehow he had to alert that muscle stud and – yeah maybe Walt as well. Even though he suspected that big bonehead had done some sick shit already. Mike had mixed feeling about saving his evil butt but that athletic black kid his age was worth saving. Hell just looking at him, Mike could see he had a huge career ahead of him; he could not afford to have naked pics come to light just as he was about to go national! Mike realized too much time had slipped away so he splashed some water on his crotch like a sloppy piss, threw that crumpled invoice into his coat pocket almost as an afterthought, and squaring his shoulders rejoined the group.
He almost expected them to be naked and fucking by the time he rejoined the group but instead there was Tanaka struggling to pull up another pair – also white – of the tight leggings over his obscenely stretched singlet. Even before he took his spot under the lights he could make out Tanaka's straining hardon clearly outlined through the thin material. Apparently he had not removed that cockring and Mike was not stupid enough not see he had put it on just for this reason.
"Hope you shook that puny dick cause we don't want... well these outfits cost big dough..." Mo sneered, barely glancing at Mike's crotch. He was about to say something else but they heard Kruisay in the shadows order them to continue. That was when Mo brought that huge hand-held camera almost close enough for Mike to smell Mo's aftershave. He could only imagine the close-ups of various body parts it was collecting.
First Kruisay had the three guys stand side by side facing the camcorder, then with Mo crouching down at waist level they put their arms around each other's shoulders. Then Tanaka – or rather his protruding crotch – forced his way between Mike and Walt's hips, in spite of Walt's jostling. Mike could hear Mo trying to deal with Tanaka's posing, even debating with Kruisay when Tanaka stepped out of frame as his display grew more blatant. And when Mo handed Tanaka one of the sports drinks, yeah a purple one Mike noted, Tanaka's tights just got damper and damper until even his dark nipples were plainly visible through the semi-transparent singlet. And yet Walt pretended he was oblivious to all of this, just going along with the program as more and more of the shots were just him and Mike, his big red frame against Mike's compact white body. Acting like this was little more than a Saturday ad for a local sporting goods store. And that made Mike begin to pick up on Kruisay's strangely ambivalent nervousness. Once or twice Mike glanced down at himself, seeing his own outfit start to dampen with his sweat, become almost as transparent as Tanaka's. But in the darkness he heard Kruisay's continuing comments about "cropping" and "airbrushing" with Mo. So this Mo character was not here for x-rated pics? Because as Mike's time in front of the camera lessened and Walt and Paco became center stage, he began to pick up the conflict developing between Kruisay and the Mo dude. They were not on the same page about where this was heading, in spite of Tanaka continuing to push it farther in x-rated territory
"Damn hot in here" Mo grunted, putting down the camera. Then it was Kruisay's turn to pull several bottles from the cooler and pass them to the guys. When they were relaxing and catching their breaths, there was Mo also sucking down one of the purple ones. Mike's alarm-meter went up several notches. When he felt his body just explode in sweat it went up several more. After all he had not been doing anything more strenuous than standing next to Wall-O and it was not even that warm in the room when he heard "okay now all you guys turn and face away from me" which they did, tossing the bottles into a large bin with mixed success "okay now lean forward..." hearing him repeat Kruisay's suggestion "and damn... okay um... grab your knees... um lower" and Mike's meter went into the red. Because now he could feel more than see the thin material showing off his ass muscles – hell all of their ass muscles – as clear as day. He could not imagine a clearer invitation for some butt-fucking here and now!
"This is not... something's kinda..." Paco had the least to hide, with those firm hard striated glutes straining with his effort to reach further down. Mike could see out of the corner of his eye Paco was too muscle-bound to attempt anything as limber as this. But oddly enough Walt almost had his palms on the floor. Mike, not to be outdone, did the same, even flexing his ass in the process, expecting to hear seams ripping. But to his surprise this high-tech material was holding up. Maybe there really was such a company?
"Fuck, the muscles on this kid" Mike heard Mo grunting behind their butt display, the three lined up and straining with their attempts to stay bent forward. The camera fired off several shots, most of them concentrating on Paco's ass with enough to remind Walt and Mike they were also caught displaying their tight glutes under those bright lights. Mike was the first to hear mumbling between Kruisay and Mo as Paco and a re-hydrated Tanaka took center stage, the two of the starting to do wrestling grips and staged grappling moves, growing more and suggestive as first Tanaka and then Paco almost in defense, started grabbing each other lower and lower until they both had hands in each other's crotches. Mike and Walt were edging away from that and then Mike heard something even worse, the unmistakeable rustling as clothes were coming off. When he turned his head slightly, he could see Mo had put the camera down and his sport coat and dress shirt was piled on the floor. His white t-shirt had dark damp spots everywhere. But damn was the dude huge! "damn that's better. Okay you two keep it clean. Let's see if the..."
"Tanaka over here" Kruisay called him away from the action.
"Now the original three again" Mo retrieved the camera "face me, hands over your head and lean back."
"I don't think I should... um right now... um Coach" Paco was no longer half-kneeling, but still crouching forward.
"Problem Mister Perez?" from Kruisay in the darkness behind them.
"I need... um a break right now..." Paco dared not look at the other two.
"It's cool" Mike could feel the same problem beginning in his crotch. Except he had no jock to keep it in place "it's the drink they made us ... just let it happen" Mike straightened up and turned around. The wet transparent cloth outlined and highlighted his hardon perfectly "follow my lead, remember?"
"But... I mean..." Paco straightened up but only turned enough to see the long tube half-way across Mike's thigh "damn not you too?"
"Look this is your idea" Mo growled at Kruisay behind him "I just needed to – "
"Turn around now Mister Perez" from Kruisay.
"Hey maybe it will tell them to knock this shit off" but Walt was staying bent over.
"Your coach wants you to show dick, kid" from Mo, no longer bothering to be coy "damn like you got anything to be ashamed of" catching one or two shots of Paco in profile, something scary big jutting out across his thigh.
"Damn..." and they both could see it was Walt's turn, his eyes on Paco's dick as his own just grew and grew and grew, the red fabric only making it look like a stained and stretched sausage pointing all the way up to and past his waistband.
"Remove your top Walter" from the darkness. Unmistakeably Tanaka this time.
"C'mon Coach! You know if I do – "
"Walter...?" there was Kruisay's flat tone again, like: it's your own idea and don't make me repeat myself.
"Damn..." Walt tugged the top free of the waistband as he straightened up and turned, a serious struggle with the tight material all but glued to his torso as he displayed his smooth hard muscle belly to Mo's lens. And two inches of bright red cock head in the process, so taut and fat it looked shiny. He tugged his shirt free of one arm then the other then over his head and Walt tossed it onto Mo's pile, daring him to say a word.
"Okay squeeze in" Tanaka barked, materializing behind Mo, so close his crotch was almost rubbing against those huge shoulders. Once he had their attention he waved Walt closer. Mike could see Walt's total predicament. His eyes could not stay off Paco's hard; neither could he prevent Mike seeing the effect it was having on his own cock, the damn material hiding nothing. And now with half his cock sticking free Walt dreaded how Mike was just eating it up like he had all the ammunition he needed and was just itching to make his life miserable with this revelation. Because he had enough to bust Walt's chops for good! But even Mike's bone did not diminish Walt's total humiliation. Walt could almost see Mike mouthing the words: Wall-O goes for black dick! And now the trapped Walt had to actual get within touching distance of both that tube and his sworn enemy as well, well Walt was visibly shaking with rage and despair both. He just knew the worst was to come, then he heard,
"Closer" from Tanaka hovering over Mo on one knee in front of the group, his white boxers stretching so tight over his thighs Mike thought he saw pubes showing through the gap in the fly.
"Tanaka go over there, press them together. You!" pointing at Mike "lower you hands now put your hand – no the other hand – on Paco's hip. And you" nodding at Walt "you too, lower'm and your hand... grab his other hip" as Tanaka in his see-through outfit joined the group center-stage following Kruisay's nod. He squeezed behind Paco, his hands on the two outer guys pushing them together until they were all but glued at the hips.
"Coach...?" Walt tried to find Kruisay in the darkness "Coach if I do it's... uh it's gonna look like..."
"His hip! Not his dick!" Mo watched as Mike's hand landed within several inches of Paco's crotch. Luckily for him Paco's cock was angled the other way, towards Walt's side. So when Walt's hand finally found itself on Paco's hip, it was maybe a fingers-width from the thick uncircumsized head "man never knew a musclehead so eager to grab black cock!"
Paco stood there frozen, his eyes closed, still holding his arms up, feeling two hands on his thighs all but touching his growing problem. And whatever they put in that sports drink was keeping his cock so hard it was almost painful. He feared he was actually leaking pre-cum but his jock – Mike's jock, he reminded himself – was already so soaked with sweat he could not tell. But the way his cock was stretching out the side of the jock he just knew they could see all the stains. But those hands! Damn, he never thought two dudes' hands could make his cock throb like that even though they weren't like actually jerking him. But when he felt a hard dick – damn Tanaka! – pressing into his sweaty crack a part of his brain almost wanted this over with, even if it meant something like the previous night. Just thinking about that caused his cock to flex and swell. He heard the rapid clicks from the camera, like it was that trembling hand causing that reaction.
The foursome stood like that for what seemed hours, their outfits completely drenched with sweat. Paco almost thought his would turn orange with all the sports drink pouring out of him and then he felt a set of hands reaching around his waist and slowly tugging his shirt free. He tried to protest but first Kruisay and then even Mo's voice ordered him to keep those thick bulging arms upright. As he raised them up Tanaka's hands inched the clinging taut material up, first exposing those bundled abs shiny with sweat to the rapid-fire clicks. But that evil Tanaka did not stop there but continued to tug his top past his thick pecs then up to his chin and finally up and covering his face. He hated to admit he enjoyed the cooling on his sweaty upper body, even if it meant he was again half-naked and damn was that really Mo now grunting and panting with the exertion of getting shot after shot of his shiny hard muscles. Paco was allowed to slowly lower his arms but not before Tanaka's hands again were around him, this time coming to rest on his big pecs. When they found his nipples Paco knew he was sunk.
"Don't please no please stop" Paco tried to pull away "c'mon this is..." feeling those hands leave his nipples now hard and sensitive and travel south until they were knocking at the door of his waistband. But instead of closing in on his straining cock, they left his shaking abs and went around the waists of Mike and Walt instead, but landing not on their crotches as they both braced for it. Tanaka tilted his head past Mike's shoulder to get a glimpse of Kruisay's silhouette in the darkness, and when he saw the slight nod, his hands landed on those two hands frozen at Paco's hips.
"Very good very good. That is all coming together even better than I hoped" Kruisay was almost purring from his chair. But instead of more suggestive orders they heard the squeak of his chair on the floor, then the sound of rustling material. He came forward out of the shadows, his shirt already over his head. Then it was his t-shirt also landing on that growing pile on the floor "our sponsors cannot be nothing but completely pleased with how well you displayed his... their products, is that right?"
"Yeah I got enough I got what I needed" Mo put down the camera "we're good" seeing Kruisay's actions "I'm done here, this is now your show so – "
"C'mon man, this is getting really raunchy now" still Paco tried to disengage himself from all the contact and attention zeroing in on his prominently displayed hardon "can we like cool off a bit? Mo said he's done so a break or – "
"Continue" and it was Kruisay nodding at Tanaka. As soon as he did Tanaka grabbed both Mike's and Walt's hands and placed them firmly on top of Paco's straining hardon!
"Hey!"
"No!"
"Stop!" and various combinations as they all tried to pull apart and yank away from Tanaka's grip at least. They were all too busy twisting and jumping away to notice that Kruisay was stepping out of his pants and then his underwear also was on that pile. He stood naked and aroused, his blond hair darkened and matted as he grabbed another purple sports drink, setting one down next to Mo all but pushing it into his hand. He stood there naked and fierce just waiting for their eyes to register what he had done, and their brains to register the impliction.
"Dude!"
"Coach!" Mike had seen this once before and knew when Kruisay got naked, it could only mean one thing: the real sex shit was starting!
"Mister O'Toole, I do not understand why you are suddenly so squeamish about touching other men's – "
"C'mon Coach! We don't have to – "
"Coach Tanaka especially. After you and your brothers – "
"Stop! We agreed – "
"Your BROTHERS?!?!" Walt was totally shocked and a bit triumphant "you and Tanaka – "
"Stop enough!" Mike bolted away from the group and was charging at his naked coach when Kruisay dropped his bottle and lunged at him as well. It was not by accident the two collided right where Mo and his sweaty boxers were hunched down. Walt got out the way in time but Paco slid on the slippery matting and fell backwards, Kruisay almost landing on top of him. He got his leg pinned beneath Kruisay's naked hip before Walt tugged him free as Mike rolled Kruisay even further into the brightly lit center. They rolled and grabbed and tried to exchange blows but Kruisay was always too fast and too smart for Mike, spending more effort keeping him off balance. With enough skill to spare grabbing him in the crotch or rubbing something against Mike's bone to keep him distracted and aroused enough not to do any damage. Everyone – except Mike of course – could see Kruisay was only toying with him, some weird cat-and-mouse display for Mo and the group, the stationary camcorder half forgotten but making a contented humming sound. When Kruisay got Mike on his back and his knees bent almost into his face they could see where Kruisay was going with this.
"Do it!" Walt yelled, coming in closer to see if Kruisay was hard enough "do it! Fuck him Coach! Fuck the little – " and Kruisay released the hold and leapt to his feet.
"Fuck him? Is that what you – "
"I mean – "
"Is that what you came here for tonight? Is it Mister Wilson?"
"No I mean NO I mean..."
"You need assistance?" Kruisay wheeled around to help Mike to his feet, fast and agile like he was almost showing off for Mo.
"Fuck you I don't need..." Mike struggled to his feet, winded, sweaty, out of breath, beet red and
"Damn Tool!" Walt's eagle eyes zoomed in "man you splooge your pants?" because with all of the sweat and stains and everything soaking Mike's front, there was a patch of something thicker and whiter right where his cockhead was pressing out the see-through fabric. Mike looked down automatically.
"What did you say? Just now?" Kruisay saw the stain as well but now the crux of the evening was upon them "Mike what did – "
"Nothing sorry Coach" because cumming in your brand-new display outfit was bad, but swearing at your Coach – especially the F-bomb – was grounds for...
"Say what you said again Mister O'Toole."
"Sorry Coach, I don't wanna be suspended okay?"
"No suspensions" looking down at his own naked body "look around the room. Seriously now. But repeat what you said."
"Sorry I just said I didn't need you helping me up but – " trying to either rub the stain off or cover it with his hand. Either way just drawing more close-ups from that shorts-clad hulk again maneuvering that camera.
"Unless you want me to finish what almost happened" pointing at the mats still shiny with their sweat and more?
"Wall-O was wanting" barely nodding at Walt "to see you actually..."
"Say it!"
"Okay, egging you on to... fuck me okay? I got mad okay?"
"Mad?" Walt laughed "damn you came in your – "
"Fuck you Wilson" realizing his mistake "sorry Coach."
"Did you say those same words to me? Too?"
"Sorry I – "
"Say it."
"Sorry I said, fuck you... I didn't mean it I was pissed okay? First attacking me then trying to help – "
"Finally!" Kruisay looked at Mo who was throwing another memory clip into his beloved camera.
"Well they said it. Not like I – "
"Just an expression okay?" Walt knew Mike was in big trouble now. And so was he equally thrown into this degenerating mix. He turned to Paco, who was catching his breath, prolonging every moment out of the spotlight "well say something."
"Maybe I should leave" Paco looked around for the outfit top then realized it was within grabbing distance of that Mo character. Paco knew if came within arms reach of that tank something bad would happen.
"You're stayin. You're too big to leave" and if Mo was not looking right at Paco's barely dwindling crotch tube. And that just confirmed Paco's aversion to that mysterious anomaly crouching there on his knees.
"That is what you want, is it not?" Kruisay looked at Mike then the others. Even Mo "to fuck someone here tonight?"
"Hell no!" Walt tried "I mean..."
"You mean" Kruisay was in Walt's face in a millisecond "there is nothing more this wants to do" blatantly grabbing and stroking his cock before Walt could step away "than to fuck someone here tonight, correct?"
"No I mean" again that hand on his dick convinced him he was lying and Kruisay knew it.
"Remember our little discussion – "
"You don't gotta bring that up" looking around the room, feeling Mike's eyes on him "not with these..."
"Who?"
"Who what?"
"Who is it? Who is it you would want to fuck tonight? Say it now!"
"Damn c'mon Coach!" Walt was so on the spot now.
"Say it! Who?"
"C'mon cut a guy some slack! You don't expect me to actually – "
"Our discussion!"
"Damnit okay..." like there would be any doubt. He looked right at Mike "okay?"
"Me? You think you could dare – "
"Shit I already did your brother Pat!" and all hell broke loose. Mike dove at him and would have ripped him apart or gotten killed in the process but Kruisay and Tannaka – with help from Mo and even Paco – pulled them apart until they got Mike to stop throwing punches. At the very least. Or at least run out of steam or stop screaming every swear word he could at Walt. Walt however took a bit more persuading before he stopped lunging and kicking. Especially when Tanaka got behind him and got him into some judo hold.
"Mister Morrison?" Kruisay nodded at the camera lying on its side on the floor.
"Damnit! No real names okay?" but now Mo was outed. Mike did not recognize the name. But Paco thought it rang a bell enough he would go home and do some researching. And Walt was too busy behind held in place by a much smaller but much more determined Coach Tanaka. And when he got Walt's arms securely pinned behind his broad back with one arm, it left one hand free to wander down Walt's front enough for him to resume struggling. The more he tried the more the hand moved south. Walt dared not look at Mo retrieving the camera now staring at his crotch.
"So there is no confusion, Walter please tell Mister Perez here what we had you and Michael's brother Pat that afternoon – "
"I'll kill you Wilson!" but Kruisay silenced Mike with one gesture.
"Look you guys I don't need to hear about..." Paco's fears were coming true. He looked at Mike and could see the resemblance. Pat O'Toole was the same guy; he was Mike's brother. And like Pat had warned him about, what was happening at his school was beginning to happen all over this damn city. Now he was fucked! Just when he thought he had dodged one obstacle, another bigger one was starting to replace it. Would this never end? Was he really as trapped as he felt and they all looked?
"No Mister Perez needs to hear this" Kruisay had Mike sit down on the mat, a strong hand on his shoulder keeping him there. When Kruisay took a spot next to him Mike just about lost it "right now I imagine Paco is very confused and very worried about his current dilemma. About if those rumors" nailing Paco in his benign gaze "he heard about what is happening all over the city is true or not" seeing the shock of recognition "if he dodged one obstacle to have it replaced – "
"What the hell?" Paco heard his words repeated back to him almost verbatim "how you know what – "
"Remember our discussion Mister Wilson. Continue."
"Damnit" not looking at Mike – or the damn camcorder but especially not Mo or Paco – Walt lowered his head as much as he could with the boa constrictor grip behind him "damnit I was told about some after-school stuff" seeing Kruisay was not going to stop him or even censure him "okay you told me if I wanted the first installment of my scholarship money..." waiting for the reaction. Which he got from that Paco dude "okay I was supposed to show up after school and... um... y'know get into it with somebody – damnit you wanted me to believe it was some big-titted cheerleader or something okay?" Kruisay said nothing "you can imagine I freaked when it ain't some cheerleader it's... it's your brother okay?" Mike bristled but Kruisay grabbed his arm locking him on the floor "he didn't know me okay? At least I think he didn't I just told him my name was like Humdog or something okay?
"I don't wanna hear this" Mike tried to edge away from Kruisay but then Mike's hand was shoved into Kruisay's crotch, his fist on those bare wet genitals. Walt desperately wanted to know how that happened but only heard something about "Saturday" and "dad" before he felt Tanaka's hand rubbing his firm belly.
"Keep going" Walt heard Mo say "the whole sick scene, I wanna hear this straight from you, not from..." glaring at Kruisay "spill it kid."
"Damn Coach y'gotta do that?" Walt tried turning but Mo grunted at him to face the newly-loaded camera. Walt glanced at the camcorder in the blackness somewhere behind Mo and wanted to ask, which one? But instead he just glared at Mike "yeah considering it was you who tricked me to stay" looking at Kruisay, or rather Mike's hand on that thick uncut dick "I was real surprised it was Farbersten there not you" seeing Mo turn and look at Kruisay with a surprised and more than slightly pissed expression "yeah big straight Farbersten was real hot to see his star wrestler all naked and sexed up okay? Bet the dude didn't think I'd actually do it y'know especially when he wheels out one of those" nodding in the camcorder's direction "and sorry to break it to you Tool but I had your brother pinned and ass spread in seconds... damn" Tanaka's hand found its target and was slowly stroking serious life back into it. The thin red material was smooth and damp enough to provide the perfect friction to get Walt moaning fast. That was until Tanaka eased down the front of those leggings and then it was bare flesh on bare flesh with the hard cut meat being stroked for all to see. With some prodding Walt continued "yeah oh fuck oh fuck I shot my load in his ass so fast – "
"No!" Mike protested but Walt could not be satisfied it was his gory description or it was Kruisay's hand in Mike's crotch as well.
"Yeah I creamed his ass so fast Farbersten was almost pissed! He even made me do him all over again like two more times yeah and getting your brother to shoot off with my dick in him and no..." Walt pulled free just in time. His cock throbbed and throbbed but he did not blow his load.
"He's not real is he?" Paco came out from behind Tanaka "I mean that's just his bragging right? That never really happened did it?"
"You tell us" Kruisay's grip tightened on Mike's cock, the fabric not enough to prevent Kruisay from getting a good grip "you know how Pat can have multiple orgasms – "
"Huh? What?" this time Mike did pull free of Kruisay's grip.
"Pat... um..." Paco gulped "hey he really your brother?"
"Huh? Don't tell me you – "
"Like your dad name's Mike too right?"
"My dad how you..." Mike was on his feet "what the hell...?"
"My uncle Otis knows your dad okay?"
"Yeah okay I forgot about that but how you know about Pat?"
"He made uncle Otis and me..." nodding at Kruisay.
"What?!?! You bastard!" and Mike was on Kruisay.
"It is true" Kruisay managed to get in between slugs and kicks and then it was Tanaka and Mo separating them after several tense minutes of near meltdown.
"Fuck you you bastard I'm gonna – "
"What did you say?"
"I said FUCK YOU! I'm gonna – "
"Fuck me? You would fuck me?" Kruisay broke free and jammed his face into Mike's.
"Damn right! Right here right now you bastard!"
"Finally" Kruisay looked at Mo then Tanaka, his sweaty face almost concealing his triumph "the table."
"Are you sure we..." but Tanaka let Walt loose hoping they did not kill each other in his absence. In seconds flat he was wheeling from the other room a low padded massage table. As soon as he had it in place and the wheels locked Kruisay jumped up on the padded surface face down, his hips raised up. Suddenly Mike was not all rage and flying limbs.
"Huh? What?" was the best he could grunt out.
"You admit finally you want to fuck me. You want to fuck your coach in the – "
"Fuck no I mean what I damn it was just an – "
"You do not want to exact your vengeance after what I did to you with your brothers – "
"Damn Coach not now not here" seeing Walt's expression, almost gloating.
"Did he... did Coach, did he do things to you... um in front of... your brothers?" Paco was hesitant, but desperate to get a better idea of how deep into this shit he was.
"Worse than that" Kruisay raised his hips, flexing his glutes like Mike would jump on him any second "I was not the first... or the most recent" not needing to look at Paco "to have Patrick multiple orgasm while being repeatedly – "
"STOP okay?" Paco knew if Kruisay did not shut up, all eyes would be on him next. And the last thing he wanted was Mike going after him next. Because right now Mike was his only hope of surviving this steadily worsening evening "whatever you and Mike's bro did or did not do, that's like ancient history now okay?" looking at Mike with something like pleading "but that ain't got shit to do with what's all this crap about tonight okay? We all know you ain't really expecting Mike here to do you in front of us" nodding at the cameras "or them, right?" nodding at Mo "especially him! So why the HELL ARE we here? Cause it sure as hell ain't about these" tugging at his waistband. And readjusting his pinched cock in the process.
"Smart kid" Mo suddenly found his voice "no you really were here for these" kicking at some of the discarded sports outfits on the floor "we needed to see if they would work as designed – damn straight they sure did" and if the big half-naked linebacker-thick meathead didn't lumber to his feet, tugging at a huge lump in his boxers "but that was just like y'know... to pay the bills. Now it's what you been angling at but too chicken-shit to come out and say" slugging Kruisay's shoulder "like first Mike here fucks this hair-ball, then Walt you gonna fuck Mike – "
"Hey!" from several voices at once.
"Yeah then Coach Tanaka, he's been almost fucking Walt all night, then you!" grabbing Paco before he could jump back "this big tool fucks Tanaka then damn if I don't fuck your black ass!" rubbing himself to make his point.
"Like hell you will!"
"Okay okay joke's over" Walt cut in, not so much to save Paco's ass, but his own. As much as the idea of finally doing Mike in front of witnesses was almost too good to turn down he knew this bull-dozer was totally yanking their chains! And taking Tanaka's purple mushroom up his ass... no way was that happening. Ever! "so seriously, if none of that's happening, you said you got what you came for so we're out of here now right?"
"Up to you" and if Kruisay didn't ease himself off the table, or rather uncoiled himself and took his stance next to Tanaka "tell them."
"Yes, the display of our sponsors new line of sports wear is..."
"Yeah, like I said we got enough... for now" Mo put the camera back in the canvas bag, expecting someone to catch his minor slip "yeah."
"So we're done here right?" Walt waited for Kruisay's nod. Instead there was Mo retrieving several envelopes from the same bag. When he started handing them out to the young guys, Paco for one smelled a rat. Like a warehouse full of them!
"What is this?"
"Your payment from our sponsor."
"Thought you were the" Walt let out a whistle "damn is this for real?" seeing the amount of the check.
"Very real" Kruisay added "that should be sufficient you agree for one night's work."
"Wow!" Paco was never actually "paid" for his activities the previous night. Only that he and his uncle had done everything to keep his scholarship secure and his butt from deportation. But this? This was something so unexpected "wait! Does this mean the other – "
"No, this is above and beyond all previous contracts and agreements" Mo said, seeing how Kruisay was enjoying this now.
"We keep this? Really?" Walt saw the amount and all he could think was: I did it! It's over!
"All yours" Mo stretched his legs, rubbing circulation back into those tree trunks "just don't go blowing it all in one weekend guys!"
"Wow" Mike gave a quick glance to the other two checks, seeing they all were equally rewarded "wait! There's a catch!"
"No catch!"
"Coach, okay what's the catch? I know you and there's always something – "
"Our guest is correct. You may take this and do what you want with it. That is entirely your decision" looking so benign his joints ached "or..."
"Damnit! I knew there was a – "
"You may take your check and leave or..."
"Here it comes" Walt looked at Mike. Mike gestured to Paco to stay cool.
"Or..." seeing Tanaka and then Mo give a slight nod "or you may..." pausing for right moment "you have the ability to... double it."
"Huh? What? Say that again!" from three cracking voices all straining over each other.
"As I said. You are completely free to either leave now much richer than you were when you came here tonight or..." Kruisay looked at them one by one "or if you stay and double your amount..."
"Doing what? Exactly?"
"Doing what you were imagining moments before" Kruisay tripped the switch, closing the trap around them "and yes, gentlemen I assure you it will be completely sexual as you – "
"Damnit just like I expected" Paco shook his head "not like after everything's happened so far can't say I'm surprised" looking at Mike "sorry but this is where I leave it to the... um pros."
"Huh? You callin us...?" Walt knew he was being insulted. Not sure how exactly, but still he felt bitch-slapped.
"Oh and one more stipulation" Kruisay hid his smirk behind narrowed eyes "the offer only stands if all three of you agree."
"Huh?"
"No way!"
"C'mon Coach that's just fucked!"
"That is the offer. I will let you three work our the details" and Kruisay left the room, his damage done.
One minute, then two passed. Mike was quick to notice Paco's hasty exit was delayed. Finally after another minute he trapped Paco in his gaze.
"You trust me?"
"Yeah but..." looking at Walt "I know what these dudes are capable of okay?" glancing at Mo "at least some of them."
"Hey don't look at me okay?" Mo put up his hands and shrugged those linebacker shoulders "what I threatened before was all bull. I don't do dudes okay?" still sweating out his underwear bad.
"I think you are the one who is not willing..." Paco looked at Walt, then nodded at Mike "seeing as you two got serious history, no way you'd do anything if your `buddy' here is willing to – "
"Like you would?" Walt snarled at Paco "cause dude if you do gay shit, then I'm president of the united st—"
"I ain't proud of what I might have already done, okay?" seeing Mike's reaction lifting his line.
"You... um... you really would? Like stay?"
"I gotta trust someone in this mess" Paco nailed Mike in his gaze. He did not want to say: I fucked your brother and it was the most mind-blowing thing ever happened to me, guy! I'm betting you and your brother are more similar than you will admit.
"Well fine" Walt looked around for his clothes "you two stay and get your asses ripped open I'm leaving!"
"Wall-O! Walt" Mike tried to stop him.
"Don't start with me Tool!"
"Wait just a second okay? Just hear me out for – "
"Don't waste your breath, cause there's no way, there's nothing you could..." Walt heard himself and almost started laughing. Damn, he could think of a thousand things O'Toole could bargain with. The thought of taking his hole in front of the whole team was only the first of a flood of things he could make him do. Like Mike just handed him the key to Fort Knox. For starters "how bad you want me to stay? Tell me Tool! Make me stay! You really want it that bad?"
"Bad, okay?"
"What if..." glancing at Paco "what if I do? Just for like what if, okay? What can you possibly offer me?"
"You name it, okay?"
"Any... like any thing?" and there it was.
"Damn Wall-O..." but Mike knew if he didn't Walt would walk. And so would any chances he or Paco would get another cent out of Kruisay either tonight or ever "okay... yeah."
"You're so gonna regret it but fine" holding out his hand. Mike hesitated then shook.
"You're the witness, Tool is mine."
"Look you two, just because – "
"No I agreed" Mike felt like Walt looked when he came out the locker room earlier and was ready to strip naked and let Kruisay fuck him right then and there "Coach go tell Coach we agreed" expecting Tanaka to go fetch Kruisay.
"I was expecting you to be adults, very intelligent adults and arrive at the logical decision" Kruisay materialized through the door like he had been there the whole time. But when he wheeled a second camcorder into the room with him, they all knew it would be bad.
"So... um..." Paco expected the worst "is he going to... I mean he really has to um... fuck me... like the whole cluster fuck like you were saying?" seeing Mo eyeing him, or rather his crotch "I don't need your sports gear anymore, huh?"
"They are now your sports gear" Mo actually looking nervous, yet rubbing his hands in anticipation "but no, strip those black muscles like totally naked. Same goes for all of you!"
"All of us?"
"Oh yeah, this is gonna be so intense you can't imagine" and suddenly it was Mo's show. Like it had ever been anybody else's "if it I mean, you!" pointing at Kruisay "and you" and of all people Tanaka "like we talked about. Like you planned. It's goin down!"
"Planned?" Walt was not about to remove anything "you telling me this whole fucking shit was all planned?"
"Not planned, no" and there was Tanaka stepping out of his tight wet leggings. And then the singlet was finally peeled off his shiny body, angry red marks everywhere where the various straps and bands had cut into his body. He tried to remove the rubber cock-ring but Kruisay indicated it was no longer necessary. Instead Kruisay again hopped up on the table, lying on his side facing them. If he was not hard before, his cock was getting there fast "but after last night..."
"What ABOUT last night?" gasped Paco, frozen in mid-motion wearing little more than a waterlogged jockstrap, one ball and half his cock free of the inadequate pouch. Walt was too embarrassed and distracted to comment on his amazing physique; Mike's eyes just bugged out as he gave Paco a big thumbs-up, slowly registering what was just said "you talking about...?"
"Yes and no" Tanaka gave himself a series of shakes and stretches like he was preparing to dive into the deep end. Because he knew what was coming and needed to be ready for it "but after last night I – um we needed... um..."
"To see if it was just a fluke or it was..." Mo almost looked like he was torn about what he should say next. Like he was trying to describe something impossibly self-incriminating. Even if he knew the words to use.
"Or by some possibility repeatable" and if a naked and sweatyTanaka did not also hop up on table, his face almost in Kruisay's crotch.
"No fucking way" Walt was both shocked and amused "no way you two gonna blow each other just like..." but that is what they began to do right there in front of everyone. Tanaka adjusted and slid sideways on the table until his face was in Kruisay's crotch and his against Kruisay's chin. Once they adjusted for Tanaka's relatively short stature, the two leaned in and in seconds there were two mouths again on two hard cocks "I'm seeing it but I ain't believing it..."
"What about us?" Paco looked at Mike, signaling distress call "I mean are we like supposed to like y'know do the same..."
"You" Mo was pointing at Walt "and you" to Mike" gonna see how long you can keep your dicks in those two without shooting your – "
"WHAT?!?!" from all three of them.
"You were threatening – hey you wanted to fuck Kruiser, here's the only chance you ever getting" ignoring his shouts of protest "and you" pointing at Walt "fucking dudes like second nature for you by now. Don't stand there yapping do it!"
Mo reached into his bag producing an unlabed tube of what had to be lubricant.
"Not that you really need it. They're both pretty slicked up already!" letting out a deep chuckle. There was shock and hesitation but before they knew what hit them, Mo got Walt to take the tube and then with a loud bark Walt's cock was greasy and shiny as he was directed over behind Tanaka's firm meaty ass, flexing and tensing as his cock pistoned in and out of Kruisay's mouth. Walt was almost in a haze before he found himself pressing against that hot brown flesh, telling himself he just wanted to bend over Tanaka, just to get a real close look y'know, only to see if they actually were blowing each other – his two hard-ass wrestling coaches! – if they were actually doing it for real. Through the haze he could see O'Toole also closing in behind Kruisay's furry thick ass looking at him with the same amazed dumbfounded expression Walt knew he had on his face as well. He didn't actually make any conscious efforts to press his amazingly hard swollen thick cock between those cheeks but before he knew what was happening that tight slippery hole had practically inhaled the head and then it felt like he was being pulled into it, like he was losing his balance and when his hands grabbed Tanaka's body to keep from falling his cock was pulled deep down into that clenching hole. He thought at one point he glanced up and Mike was also deep in Kruisay's ass, all those amazing smooth muscles just popping as he began pistoning in and out of Kruisay's – yes Kruisay!! – hard hairy muscle butt. The sight of his amazingly hot mortal enemy in total fuck-mode looking like the hottest dude he ever thought he would see fucking like crazy went straight to his balls and was he actually cumming? The tight hot spasming flesh pulling his cock and Mike's cock and Kruisay's ass and those two mouths and cocks all started blurring together in Walt's head, his cock hyper-sensitive during his orgasm his never-ending orgasm and damn his bone was not coming out it was not going anywere but deeper and deeper into Mike's ass no Kruisay's no his ass taking Mike's cock no Kruisay's no! all bodies blurring together fucking getting fucked shooting into each other everyone fucking and being fucked all spinning into one huge insane swirling berserk chaos!
"What... what... what..." Paco was seeing it but not believing it. He looked at Mo, barely able to make out his huge silhouette through the growing blue haze pulsing off the entwined bodies.
"Put these on!" Mo shouted at him over the growing roaring din "and do not take off that jock whatever you do!" as he tossed Paco a pair of heavy-duty rubber work gloves. Paco barely unstood what he was saying but put them on, surprised how thick and long they were, coming almost to his elbow. He saw Mo wade into the blue waves behind Walt and hearing something shouted at him, did the same behind Mike's spasming backside. The waves of blue light coming off Mike's body were getting stronger and more frequent, reminding Paco of nothing so much as the time he got caught in the ocean trying to swim to shore against the changing tide. Except these waves were going right to his cock! He could almost feel hot blue pulses buzzing and crackling tingling off Mike's ass pulling his cock closer and closer until his cockhead pushed free of the foreskin, sprang free of the pouch and banged into Mike's burning crack. Paco's gloved hands grabbed Mike's shoulders but not before something like a bolt of electricity hit his cock and burning hot cum was just gushing out of him over and over, each shot shorting the electric charge between the two again and again. He was about to grab Mike and slam his out-of-control cock deep into another O'Toole ass when he felt someone grab him from behind and yank him backwards.
"Don't touch him again! Only your hands!" he heard Mo yelling into his ears from miles away "count to twenty then pull him out of Kruiser, you hear? Understand?"
Paco tried to nod but by that point his whole body was shaking and spasming. He put his hands on Mike's shoulders bending his hips as far back as he could, then began a count-down, no longer aware of Mo behind him. He did not know if he could make the full count, feeling his cock beginning to shoot off again even though his crotch was bent way back and everything around him was just one big swirling caldron of... of what? He yelled and grabbed tight and with all his strength he gave Mike a huge yank backwards, falling backwards as he did, hoping his grip would not give way. He fell on the matted floor and then after a long long time felt a warm body come crashing down on top of him, a tight hotness grabbing his cock as the last of his orgasm overtook him and Paco's lungs collapsed as he blacked out.