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!
Chapter 136 Pat's night at the Y continued
"Well I won't bore you with the extra window dressing" Steve had them in his crosshairs now. He could see Larry was about to blow his load down Pat's throat but Steve's finger deep in Larry's butt was going to have the final say here. Even if they were all butt naked in the Y sauna and anyone could bust in on them any second "and yeah there's Kruisay on that laptop there and next wants to see Pat here tied down on that leather horse again and this time it ain't that black musclehead kid plowing Pat's ass is it Pat? Nope this time Kruisay he wants ME doing it. But if there's one thing worse than being tied to the rafters like Mike senior was, seeing your own kid getting his ass plowed it's being free to get in on your kid's rape, like doing it too, okay? Like I'm making Pat's dad get me hard, ain't that right Pat? And when it's poking at Pat's hole I make his own dad push my cock in until it hits paydirt and the big stud he's getting jacked in the process, like this is such a turn-on for him to be blowing his load right where the pedal hits the metal, y'get my – "
"Ugh ugh..." Larry started thrusting his hips up into Pat's mouth. He told himself it was to get away from that finger in him, but actually it was to keep it away from that weird zinging button deep inside his hole that was having the oddest reaction to being opened up in such an uncomfortable situation. Like it was the most impossible feeling in the most impossible setting! And with O'Toole sitting not two feet away and what his mouth and hand were doing to his cock!
"No don't let him cum yet" Steve yanked Pat backwards "not out in the open like this!" turning around and removing that finger in the process. Larry let out a loud gasp as Larry slammed his butt down like before "man you two! Maybe we call a break better cool down and" and before anyone could cover themselves the door flew wide open and a young round body materialized in front of them!
"Pat!"
"Mack!"
"LARRY?!?!"
"MACK?!?!" they yelled and screamed at each other until Steve stood up and grabbed Mack's shoulders. He let his tattooed muscles do the rest.
"What the hell's the big idea bursting in here and – "
"It's cool we know him" Pat got down to the floor and forced himself between the two. He thought the heat radiating off Steve's naked bod was intense; Mack was practically broiling! "chill okay? Mack whatdafuck you doin –"
"Pat Pat I gotta TALK to you NOW! Seriously this is – "
"So what's the big panic?" because Pat could see Mack was gasping for air, sweat pouring off him looking pasty-white and beet red all together like he had seen a whole shipful of aliens raygunning their way through the Y "is the place on fire or – "
"Worse! I gotta talk – "
"Not here!" all but dragging him towards the door.
"You know Larry, and this inked bruiser is Steve and they know all about the shit's been – "
"But NOT! THIS!" Mack was gasping and choking, Pat forced him to sit "your brother – "
"Sean???"
"No MIKE!"
"What about him?"
"He was they were Kruisay I mean and Tanaka and – " came babbling out.
"What who where?" but Pat was coloring in the missing parts fast "in the school gym?"
"No yes I mean – "
"Damnit you weren't up in the" looking at the other two, realizing it would not be smart to spill Mack's secret spy place "what did you see?"
"It was like – Pat I gotta talk to you – "
"Mack trust me okay? These guys – "
"It was like that time with you and –"
"What who?" from too many voices, loud voices all at once.
"Y'know the big guy big senior mohawk? After school?"
"Humdog?"
"Name ain't humdog it's Wall-O Wilson your brother's rival serious shit all of them this big brown musclebound guy from Central – "
"Not Paco!" Steve edged Pat out by a half-second.
"And this bigger blacker dude former pro football I think" not waiting for them to say they knew him as well, because even this much was really freaking out Mack big time "all of them in this big sex dog-pile and like the time you and Humdog-Wall-O you got all hazy and foggy and shit but this time they were like glowing and VIBRATING! and – "
"Y'mean like some blue-green light pulsing off their – "
"What THE FUCK!?!" Mack beating out Pat by a half-second.
"Don't you remember Pat? You were there last night when it – " Steve was freaking. Freaking he did see what he saw. Freaking Pat was looking at him like he sprouted a second head. And really freaking it was happening again!
"You KNOW ABOUT THIS?" Mack grabbed Pat "I thought I was gonna be blown up they were – "
"Don't you remember what happened when you and everyone you and your dad were doing each other on the table – " Steve thought he had been having some drug reaction to those sports drinks last night but this was different! Somebody else saw the same shit somewhere completely different?!?!?
"You were what?" Larry beating Mack out by a – no it was a loud tie.
"I kinda remember getting onto this table but then..." Pat reminded himself he had come here tonight to sort out his jumbled broken fragments of memories but this? THIS? This was way more than he expected. He vaguely remembered when he and that Humdog or whatever his name was, the two of them getting all foggy and blurring together but blue lights? Vibrating? What the fuck were these guys babbling about? Was the whole town going totally fucking nuts?
"Damn you don't remember do you? You were passed out and that Paco dude – " Steve started.
"Paco! Yeah, musclehead from Central that's the SAME GUY!" Mack was slowly putting it together and what he saw he did not like.
"Remember him almost drowning you in cold water to get you to come to?"
"That's the first thing I DO remember after getting up on the table and..."
"You and... your... DAD?" Mack had to grab onto something solid before he sank into a sinkhole of craziness "you and your dad were having sex like doing shit? Like what, sucking each other?"
"Sorry this is way too much for me" Larry grabbed his towel – well someone's towel – and started wrapping it around himself and barreling for the door. He was just about to push it open when the door smashed into him and a wall of black flesh blocked the entire opening, his half-naked flesh taking up the full width! Those shoulders were actually touching both jambs stopping Larry in his tracks.
"You ain't goin nowhere kid!" because there stood the largest meanest most scary-tough wall of angry bulldozer Larry had even seen. Even someone a third of his size would have caused him to piss himself or run or both! But this guy was so huge Larry just froze "now! Get back there!"
Mo guided (he would say) or manhandled (Larry would say) him back into the steam until they all stood in a large knot in the back.
"So WHAT is WAY too MUCH for you?" Mo steered or guided Larry onto his ass, looking at the other three. Three kids and one adult. In a sauna. With quickly covered crotches. Mo – or rather his cock – was registering serious sex vibes illegal to boot "too much to cause that" pointing that fat finger almost touching his "dick to bone?"
"Huh?" was the best Larry could make his mouth produce. He looked down at that finger homing in on his junk and almost lost it.
"I'm thinking YOU'RE the leader of this little SEX ring" Mo's wide face swung around.
"Huh who me?" Mack almost swallowed his tongue.
"Yeah you!" Mo grabbed both of those wide shoulders "sit!" which is what Mack did with a forceful shove and grunt. He landed on the lower bench with a loud wet slap.
"You!" grabbing one of Larry's tight biceps hard enough to yank him to his feet making him wince in the process "start collecting towels!"
"Huh what, but?"
"You deaf too? Towels! All of them! Now!" Mo bellowed loud enough Steve feared they could hear him way out in the locker room. Like the entire locker room was on high alert now "every last one. Ain't wantin no one thinkin they can just slip outa here if it's gets... too much" seeing Larry just stand there "now!"
"I dunno about" but Mack and then Pat handed him their towels, leaving them sitting there butt-ass naked, their thighs almost touching. When Steve went closer to Steve, someone got pissed,
"Look I don't know who you are or what the fuck you think – " and if Mo didn't lift him off his feet with one hand until he had his wrists twisted behind his back.
"Looks like we got ourselves one real tough dude here huh?" yanking Steve's towel off him with his free hand "all these tats look like you spent some time in – "
"No I no I never – "
"Here and I thought you were this big tough payroll-ee! Now you telling me you ain't huh?" taking in his hairy muscled body, seeing the tats especially those on his cock "sayin y'jus accidental like lookin the part huh?"
"Lemme go!"
"Sit!" Bo ordered and all but threw him onto his butt. During all of this Larry scuttled around their feet grabbing Steve's towel, dodging their fight and getting splattered with their sweat, ordering his cock to go down. When he made a soggy pile half-way towards the door, he hid towards the back his hands covering himself, seeing his teammates trying to do the same. But he didn't see them trying to cover their arousal like he was. It was so bad he could still feel that finger up his butt and that mouth – damn it! He never felt more naked or vulnerable in his short life. He tried to inch away from them when Mo turned and caught him in his brights "you forgettin something?"
"Huh what?"
"Thought I told you to get the towels! ALL of them" and if Mo didn't give the slightest darkest nod down at himself "now!"
"But..."
"Do it!" making Larry come within striking distance of that huge hulking menace, his fists dwarfing Larry's whole body. Larry just knew deep down in his bones if he tried anything even remotely resembling touching that huge dude below the waist he would be waking up in the ER! If he ever woke up again! The seconds began a slow ticking waiting for Larry to do something. Knowing it was the last thing he would ever do he stepped towards Mo. Instead of bracing for the punch he knew was coming Mo grabbed his hand and shoved it onto his towel! Right where Larry could not help but feel something too large and too long hanging way way down "gotcha!"
Larry gave Pat a total panicked look as he barely touched the top of the towel and gave it the slowest pull. It came away from that slightly furred belly and there Mo stood, naked and shiny with sweat in the barely warm sauna. All eyes were all over that flesh, some lingering too long on what was hanging there between those massive thighs.
"Now nobody ain't got nothing t'hide y'hear what I'm sayin?" Mo sized up the group "and you! You were sayin..."
"Who me?" Larry wanted none of this. He got panicky when Kruisay was barking orders at him; this guy was ten times worse "look I was just leaving – "
"You'z just staying!" Mo growled "by the way y'can't stop ogling my dick I wouldn't want – "
"I ain't!" and it ain't keeping my dick full, Larry felt even more blood rush to his face.
"Look maybe I just leave you guys to – " next it was Mack trying to slide his sweaty butt closer to that pile of towels at the other end.
"You too!" Mo looked at the assortment of naked bodies he had collected "seems we got ourselves a child molester here" nailing Steve in his glare.
"Now just wait a minute here!" Steve jumped to his feet but quickly found his arms pinned behind him "hey! My arm!"
"Don't think y'want word getting out about you and – "
"Shut your mouth about – " only to have Mo backhand him but fast! He could have dislocated his jaw but chose to only knock him down seven or eight pegs.
"Now everybody's on the same page, y'getting serious about this little party..." seeing fear in most faces and something better in a few "you!" pointing at Mack.
"Huh? Me?" Mack gulped "look I – "
"You know him?" pointing at Steve "you two ever – "
"Fuck no I never saw – "
"So you two ain't ever done shit – "
"Hey! I don't do that shit! Pat! Tell him I – "
"He's not your boy!" Pat tried to stand "I'm the one you – "
"Get him hard!" but Mo's lasers were on Mack!
"Huh what? Me?" looking at Pat. Pat gave him an even slighter nod then tried to intervene.
"You never did sex shit with a dude?" Mo was really sweating now, his big chest rising and falling on their moans.
"Fuck no! I'm so not into – "
"Then it's even..." seeing Steve and then Larry avoid meeting his gaze "nastier."
"No... please..."
"Don't worry bout it Mack, we ain't gonna say shit!" looking at Larry "right?" but Larry was too busy staying clear of Mo's thick fists, trying not to see the slightest trickle of blood at the corner of Steve's mouth. When Mack realized no one could save him, that he was as backed into a corner as that tattooed bruiser – and like he wanted a thick lip as well – he gave Pat a desperate look and then his hand rose up and grabbed Steve's unprotected tube. He started a slow steady wank when he heard the big guy bark,
"No dumbass, with your mouth!"
"No... no way not that... please..." Mack thought this would be the worst "guys...?"
"We know you only doing it cause he's..." Pat tried. Mack's face looked like a condemned man but he slid to his knees and with a deep defeated groan took the tube in his mouth. As he feared Steve's cock responded way too fast for someone scared shitless, Mack's hand barely had time to cover its swelling, or replace his mouth before the damn thing grew to its full length. But something about his mouth and an uncut dick, and the way they connected somehow, got Mack's motor running. And with no towel to hide his response Mack moaned his horror then, even louder realizing they would think he was getting off on this. Long after Steve's cock was boned and covered with his spit Mack stayed crouched and bent forward on the barely warm wooden floor, knowing everyone was staring at his thick hard dick.
"Okay mister kiddie porn" Mo was glaring at him, the whites of his eyes starting to glow in the half-darkness, his panting getting louder and louder "so far it's only been grabbing wieners in the steam, now it's time you do the real deal!"
"Huh what?" from around the room.
"You!" his gaze surveying the room until like a slowing pivot came to rest on... Larry.
"No please!" he almost swallowed his tongue "please no! I can't take it! Ask Kruisay! One guy who – "
"Quit your yapping! Sit!" pointing at the lower tier of seat "now!"
"But..." he was practically pushed onto his ass.
"You!" next it was Pat getting nailed in Mo's gaze "suck it!" pointing at Larry's barely deflating dick.
"Relax... enjoy Jensen" Pat dropped to his knees in front of his teammate. He was just about to close in on that crotch when he heard Mo bark,
"No! Not on your knees, stay on your feet! Big jock like you should be limber enough just bend down and swallow him like it's the best dick you ever get!"
Pat gave Mack a puzzled look as he got back up. He bent over knowing exactly where this was going. When he felt his feet knocked backward and then spread apart, he could actually feel the air tickle his damp crack. And when next it was the heat of Steve's crotch meeting his cool butt he knew what Mo expected his to do. He arched his back and pushed his ass back and there was the hot wet business end of Steve's cock again pressing into his crack.
"No! Oh god Pat no!" Mack had only imagined Pat would one day actually do it right in front of him. This was nothing like jacking off squinting down through the vents seeing bits and pieces of Pat and that Humdog Wall-O from a hundred feet in the air. Now Mack was close enough his gut actually felt Pat's gasp as Steve's cock slammed into him in one quick lunge. Mack knew his spit was not enough but the way Pat was gasping with each spasmodic thrust he could not imagine anything would have eased the pain of this near-rape. Mack was just about gearing up to take a swing at that black bully even if he got creamed in the process when he saw Pat raise his face from Larry's now very hard red cock and nod at Mack. Or rather his crotch. Before Mack had a chance to tell Pat he was crazy or Mo caught the exchange and would put a stop to it, Mack let Pat grab his sweaty thigh and pull him towards his face. When Pat's mouth found Mack's cock, something deep inside his brain just unraveled. Like some long neglected shrink-wrapped spring finally released its tightly wound energy and Mack just screamed. It was his best friend finally blowing him! Like Mack dared himself to fantasize about the last few times he allowed himself to jack off. Even though the two had this weird sort of mutual pact about holding their loads, about keeping their balls full in case... what? All Mack knew was Pat – and that hot mouth – was more than eager to be doing this; it was like years of rehearsal was finally coming to a head! Mack's head! So much relentless attention to getting him beyond aroused, even if... Mack looked down that smooth angular back watching that mass of tattooed muscles slam harder and harder into Pat's butt each time somehow Pat was transferring those lunges into Mack's cock. And even worse Mack was allowing it to get him closer and closer, then the thought of what if it was HIS cock doing that violent fucking and then that buried spring snapped and he heard Pat ask: what about my brother tell me what you saw. But Mack could feel Pat's mouth still full of his cock the same way he felt those words vibrating through his cock and then his balls his gut then his entire body. Pat lifted his head away from Mack's crotch and re-buried it in Larry's crotch, but not before giving Mack a glance. Mack had seen that look before and knew Pat saved it for those times he was not fucking around but meant business, even as his body shook with the pounding, his body practically glowing with sweat, his back muscles flexing and shaking. He resumed sucking Larry's cock as Steve's thrusts grew more and more jagged and his breathing came in shorter more rapid gasps.
"Yeah, fuck him! Suck him! Your buddy sucking fucking yeah kids getting fucked yeah suck yeah fuck!" Mo stood next to them, his hand now blatantly pulling at that monster between his legs, openly jacking his now scary hard huge cock. He was thrusting his hips into his meaty fist in time to Steve's thrusts "yeah kids in the gym getting fucked and sucking like the little horny bastards they always wanted yeah harder harder squeeze your ass make him cum make him shoot his slime into your butthole make him jizz" over and over, Mo's fist then both hands jacking himself, every muscle tensed and bulging as he hovered over the foursome his face a twisted caricature of anger and lust and ten other unbridled emotions, watching Pat again sucking off Mack's thick tool "yeah suck your fuckbud suck his cock shove it down his damn throat gag him gag your bud" which is what Mack did, thinking about what he knew he saw back at school, all of them dogpile glowing sucking fucking spasming and lighting up like a million goddamn Christmas trees. Again he was watching the four of them glued together, their powerful bodies locked in that sexual swirling storm flexing grinding thrusting, the contours of their combined muscles all flowing together.
"Mike" Mack rocked back and forth "Wall-O" again "Tanaka" closing his eyes remembering what he saw "Kruisay" over and over with each rock of his hips. He heard Pat's groan, sensing he was actually understanding what Mack was thinking, what he was imagining, the thought of how deeply they were bonded went right past Mack's balls and Pat barely got his mouth back onto Larry's shiny slimy cock before Mack's cock just began blowing his pent-up load all over Pat's face then his cheek, his shoulder his temple over and over Mack could not stop erupting, both hands on Pat's broad back for support. Only when he heard Steve gasp and thrust deep into Pat's ass could Mack slow his swaying to witness that ex-con finish filling his best friend's ass with his nasty disgusting hot sexy load.
"Fuck fuck fuck more more more more!" Mo was unstoppable, his hips rocking and slamming into his tight fist, his eyes glued to Pat getting skewered from both ends "yeah take it take it all all his nasty dick make him blow take his load more more more" non-stop and barely noticing when Mack staggered away hoping to find a towel, Steve disentangling himself and sliding past Mo easing sideways in the process. The two of them had slunk out the door before Mo's wild eyes left Pat and Steve and registered the others had escaped his control "make him cum make him cum, suck the jizz out of his kid cock" which is what Pat was trying to do. But Pat remembered Larry told him he could do this for hours without actually shooting off. That was when Pat got the brainstorm, because he could hear Mo behind him getting more and more worked up and if he continued his craziness it might be his battering ram of a cock pushing into him next. Pat slid a finger from his mouth to the smelly hairy spot beneath Larry's balls, not missing a beat. When it found Larry's secret protected spot Larry gasped and tried to pull away but Pat's mouth and that finger closed a circuit deep in Larry's crotch, another finger rubbing the crease of his scrotum, just like that image now broadcasting in Technicolor from Larry's brain. He continued to gasp as those fingers rubbed and jabbed over and over until he realized all of Pat's actions were getting ready to make him a big fat liar! Because nobody else could possibly know about that first time when...
"Yeah, finger fuck that kid's tight hole, suck him suck him yeah you little sick cumdump do it suck the sperm right from the tap do it! Do it! Make him give it up make him empty his nuts make him shoot his load!" and with Larry grabbing Pat's head and shoving in down almost choking him he felt his balls spasm and before he could stop himself his cock opened wide and he shot several weeks worth of built-up burning ball juice into Pat's mouth again and again until it was spilling out of his cheeks and smearing down his face coating Larry's hairy pubes for good measure "fuck yeah fuck yeah flood him cover him in your jizz yeah fuck hot kids cumming all OVER other fuck yeah!" finally Pat lifting away from Larry's steaming crotch "yeah totally fucking hot! So fucking HOT! Fuckin and sucking and right out in the open like total sex addicts like crazy now get the fuck outa here!" Mo flipped on a dime just like that all but throwing him on the butt as he struggled to get his balance "wait!"
"No please!" Larry dreading worse was to come.
"Fuck yeah" Mo reached forward and grabbed him right on his sore cock. Larry flinched and pulled back, but not before Mo's hard came away with most of that hot sticky goo from his belly from his balls even squeezing the last from that deflating cock as well as the globs smearing the bench "now get! Scram!" which is what Larry did. Like double-time!
"Fuck yeah!" Mo took his smeared hand and rubbed it all over Pat's already shiny face "now you! You just stand there don't you dare think about moving! Not until I see that cannon shoot its load. You got one minute! Do it!"
Pat grabbed his half-hard and started jacking himself, his cock not more than five inches from Mo's cock receiving the same treatment. With Mo's constant barking and then batting their cocks together it didn't take Pat long to get himself actually hard. But it was like a bloated caricature of a normal hardon, what with everything he had just been through. Sucking off two of his friends, sucking off Mack! Finally! And again that pointed torpedo on Steve slamming into his so severely tortured ass, night after night like Pat's ordeal would never stop! But seeing how Mo was hot to watch him, how this big straight – straight no longer? – dude was so getting off of Pat, on his body, on his cock, on watching him suck and get fucked, like Pat was somehow this lightning rod for guys to just lose whatever control they ever had over their cocks and the way Mo was just gasping and jacking and thrusting and shaking, his eyes never leaving Pat's bright red cock and all those images Pat got from Mack from what he witnessed and there was his brother fucking? He was actually fucking Kruisay? And Pat's cock turned to throbbing bone in his fist and he could feel it, he was actually close to cumming. The feeling of his chute still filled with Steve's load and his mouth still tasting Larry's – yeah he got mister not-interested-can't-cum to actually shoot off – cock on his tongue he felt himself actually ready to shoot. And at this rate he would be a close tie with Mo, his cock huge and shiny with pre-cum and cum and spit and damn that thing was scary thick and
"Catch it in your other hand! Shoot kid! NOW!" and right on cue Pat's cock started unloading, his hand catching the second volley and whatever was left from the last several days. He looked at Mo's cock expecting to see his cum splattered everwhere but instead heard "okay now smear it on your pecs!"
"Huh?" talk about shifting gears mid tailspin!
"Do it! Get down on the bench! Now!" Pat had barely coated his smooth chest and dropped down in front of Mo's thick frame before he felt a hand push his shoulder down until he was flat on the bench with Mo's cock pointed right at his mouth as that wrist-thick cock swelled an even brighter purple "beg for it!"
"Huh?"
"Beg for my load! Do it!"
"Fuck" Pat was cross-eyed it was so close to his face "do it! Cum cum on my – "
"Open your mouth kid! Hurry!"
"Shoot it! Shoot your load!"
"Tell me you want my jizz! You can taste it! Now!"
"Cum in my mouth! Shoot it!!"
"Open up! Hurry! I can't hold it any longer! I been holding it too long!" as the first shot hit him right on his chin. He could not twist away as Mo's cock continued to shoot off again and again, Pat's eyes then his tongue, then his nose then his entire face were covered with load after load, Pat fearing this guy might never stop cumming. Pat lay there, thick ropey cum splattering his checks and chin, all over his chest even until with a gasp Mo straightened up "don't you fuckin dare wipe that off!"
"Huh? What?" Pat could barely see, his eyes stinging with Mo's hot jism. He struggled to his feet hearing Mo shuffling around then towels rustling. He half-expected Mo to clean him off but instead he was directed towards the door "no! Wait! I'm naked!"
"Tough shit! You're gonna walk out there covered in all those loads got it?"
"Don't make me do this" trying to cover himself as best he could.
"Hands at your side, got it? You're gonna go out there so everyone can see how you look."
"Why? Why are you doing this?" the door half open.
"Just do it O'Toole! Remember I'm watching you. We're gonna be watching you. You and Sean – "
"Huh what? Sean?"
"Yeah we got our eyes on you, we'll be watching your every move so if want Mike – "
"Mike? But what about Sean?"
"When it happens you're gonna know what to do. And right now you're walking out there naked and – "
"Naked like this?" looking down at his front, that gobs of cum plain as day.
"It's a locker room remember?" and through he bleary eyes he saw Mo push open the door and direct him out into the blinding lights "and leave your jizz covering that hot—I mean gross body of yours! I want the whole damn place to see what you been doing here!"
"No!"
"Do it!" so Pat felt himself half-stampeded half-paraded out the door and into the lights any chance of getting answers from Mo gone, not stopping even when they were staggering through the locker room, seeing shapes of men, several here and there, passing them as he was directed the entire length of the locker area, past guys sitting changing, past guys just standing in a shocked slow-motion Pat could barely make out, everything too blurry to recognize anybody might actually recognize him. But the way his naked cum-dripping body was displayed for all to see all the way to the shower area was enough to make Pat only imagine how many of these guys did know him, or would from that moment on. And like his cock was never one to deflate so soon after he just shot off. When he made it to the shower room he thought he could find a dark corner and just disappear. That was when he heard Mo behind him "clean me up! Get your smelly shit off me! Right now! Get me clean!"
So feeling like the whole world was gathered to witness his total humiliation Pat just closed his eyes and let his hands find their way all over those acres and acres of burning hard muscles steaming beneath his palms. If he was not fucked before he sure as hell was totally fucked now.