The Exam

Chapter thirty-seven Aug 4

After Hank dropped Billy off, he finally got around to doing the laundry he had been putting off all weekend. Okay, he was having a very atypical weekend, what with Billy and all but he never put it off this long. So he was in a hurry when he emptied the pockets of his jeans, the change and keys and wallet tossed carelessly onto the dresser. He was digging though his wallet looking for the laundry room keycard when he noticed the piece of paper wedged in to the fold. He didn't remember putting it there so he took it out. When he read it he almost didn't make it to the chair in time.

It said:

You notice your drivers license is missing if you want it back better call this number. 675-4535.

Hank tore his wallet apart hoping to find his license but damn! it really was missing! When did he lose his wallet? When would someone have had time to do this asshole thing?

The only person in his apartment had been Billy! Damn, there was no way he wanted to suspect him. He looked at the note again. He could tell this was not the same handwriting he had seen when Billy signed off on deliveries and such. Or was it? Then he thought maybe it was Joe?

It did look a bit like Joe's but why would Joe take his driver's license? It didn't add up.

After sitting a few minutes getting more scared and even more pissed he finally called the number. It rang twice.

"Hello?"

"Who the fuck are you why'd you steal my license?" Hank blurted out in one gulp.

There was a bit of a pause and then the voice - damn it sounded familiar, and young, like...

"Meet me tomorrow at six-thirty. West end of the mall and you'll get your license back."

"Who is -" but he hung up. Damn but Hank was really pissed now. If he had another second he could have recognized the voice. He could tell it was a kid, but who?

He called the number back but it was busy. And it stayed busy all that night and all next day.

Monday evening August 12

So after working the full day at the Herms' place, Hank drove home - carefully below the speed limit - changed and went over to the mall early and at six-fifteen got out of his car and walked over to the entrance. The usual assortment of people were coming and going but no one unusual. He went back to his car and was about to drive around the mall when someone came up to his window. It was Joel!

"Are you the bastard?" Hank started to get out of his car, fists ready.

"Soulman you can kill me right here" Joel took two steps back and then stopped his palms forward "or you can hear me out."

"You're the kid from the gym... from the -" he almost said shower.

"Yeah now here's the deal -"

"No deal!" Hank grabbed him, but looked around, noticing some people looking at them "just gimme the fuckin license or I'll wipe you all over this parking lot!"

"You could do that" Joel was holding his ground "with all these security cameras watching. You could beat the shit outa me and then when the police show up, and you without any ID."

"I ain't fuckin kid gimme the damn license!"

"I'll give you your license but first hear me out! I got a little proposition for you -"

"I ain't interested."

"Not even if it was worth a couple thousand to you?"

"Thousand? Like dollars?"

"Like three thousand big ones."

"You're full of shit!"

"Or not" and Joel set the trap "or instead you could explain to the owners of our gym why they should not talk to some guys who were complaining about some weird shit they saw in the gym on Friday - "

"You asshole!" Hank grabbed him again and as quickly let him go "you wouldn't dare!"

"Oh I would not, definitely NOT" Joel looked down at Hank's buckle "you got a real good idea I was not objecting a bit. But there are some guys who saw what went down and want me to complain -"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I think I can convince them nothin happened -"

"Nothin DID happen -"

"More than what goes on there every day."

"Or?"

"Or you can hear me out."

Joel looked at Hank and saw the air come out of his party balloons, his chest and shoulder muscles deflating like a cheap prop. Hank looked around and got back in his car "get in."

Joel walked around to the passenger side and put his hand to the handle. Hell, too many people had seen them arguing so he wasn't afraid the Soulman would kidnap him or anything. He opened the door and got in.

Hank sat there a few minutes catching his breath, getting the blood back to his face, "okay whatdyawant..."

"How'd you like to make the cash I talked about?"

"Doin what?" Hank turned and looked right at him.

"Nothin more'n you already done."

"Doing WHAT?" Hank started to feel the back of his neck prickle.

"What do you think?"

"You tryin t'tell me it's somethin... like... Friday?" Hank looked straight ahead.

"Basically."

"You want me to work out? For three thousand bucks?"

"Work out yeah..." Joel braced himself "and... the rest."

"What rest?"

"You tellin me y'don't remember what happened in the showers?"

"You're gonna pay me three thousand bucks to TAKE A DAMN SHOWER?"

Joel looked out the window, not wanting to see his reaction, "more or less."

"What's the more?"

"There'll be someone else there."

"Who?" now Hank saw a problem "another Minnow?"

"Naw just a guy."

"Who?"

"Ya don't know him."

"You sure?" Joel heard the shift in his voice.

"Yeah I'm sure. So what's it gonna be? Some quick cash, you get your license back, or... the other stuff..."

Hank grabbed onto the steering wheel and held his breath banging his head down against it a few times hoping this was just a bad dream. He waited for his head to clear and remembered Billy. Damn, if he got in trouble, Gus would get in trouble. And then Billy would get in trouble! Hell, he thought to himself almost cracking a smile, after all the shit I did last week in Billy's backyard - getting paid to take a shower, and probably some side shit - it would pale by comparison. He looked out the window and thought he saw Joe!

"Let's get outa here" and he started the engine "where to?"

"So ya gonna do it?" Joel almost sounded surprised.

"How long's this gonna take?"

"You'll be home by ten okay?" Joel felt himself dripping with sweat, and at the same time a weird stirring in his crotch.

Hank headed onto the road and softly said "okay."

"Fine just head left and get onto the freeway."

"Where to?"

"Towards E*****t Lake" and Hank and Joel left town.

When they were almost through P******h, Joel directed Hank to turn off on highway 57 and then drove a few more minutes.

"Turn in there" Joel said when they got to a crowded restaurant on their left.

"What? Ya hungry?"

"That's where we're goin?"

"I thought we were goin... like to another gym or stuff" Hank looked around for a place to park. Once they were out of the car Hank pinned Joel "okay what the fuck's goin on here?"

"Like I said, ain't nothin to be worried about okay?"

"You said this was gonna be like... like last time" Hank's face not two inches from Joel's.

"You backin out?"

"What're we DOING here?"

"The sooner we go inside, the sooner you find out."

"Just remember I know who you are and where you live" Hank released the grip and headed for the door , Joel right behind him.

When they walked in they saw it was a fancy restaurant, but not crowded for a Monday night.

The hostess met them, "for two?"

"We ain't eatin" Hank said looking around.

"Tell Mort we're here" Joel said to the waitress. As soon as she left, Hank looked at him "Mort? Who's Mort?"

"I told you you don't know him."

They waited a few minutes before a big dark-haired guy in his late-thirties, wearing an expensive suit two sizes too small came from the kitchen area. He walked over to Joel,

"You Joel?" and shook his hand.

"Right. And this is - "

"I believe I recognize this guy" Mort held out his hand "Mort Mus - well just call me Mort . And you look like someone who's no stranger to the inside of a gym am I right?. Let's say... shot put..." and he looked at Joel "you two come with me."

Hank shook Mort's hand carefully and followed him and Joel back through the kitchen and into the large banquet room behind.

"Now I didn't get your name - "

"Call me Ha-Hal."

"Well Hal, ain't nothin to get all freaked out about" Mort's hand on Hank's shoulder guiding and rubbing "if you go through those doors you'll find a changing room. Everything is there for you. Put on what's there and you can leave your street clothes in the locker provided -"

"So you can steal my wallet again?" Hank glared at Joel.

"No one will be stealin anything. You are safe here. This is probably the safest place you know" Mort's hand on Hank's shoulder very warm but dry, his palm feeling the strength beneath it "still staying in great shape it seems."

"Yeah I guess" Hank looked around "so what is this all about anyway?"

"Just get into your gear and when you're ready go on through the white door past your locker."

"Where's that go?"

"You'll see" and Mort directed him out of the hall. When he was gone Mort grabbed Joel by the shoulders and backed him into the wall "what the FUCK! you didn't tell me you were bringing the Soulman here!"

"You know him?"

"Fuck! Hank Adler the Soulman! Everyone knows who he was, is!"

"Does it matter?"

"You're damn RIGHT it matters. You have no idea!" Mort looked at Joel carefully "how much did you offer him?"

"Three."

"THREE?!? That's all?" Mort released the pin, seeing Joel's panic "you realize how much they'd pay if they knew - "

"Who's they?"

"Hell he's worth double that easily?"

"Worth? I don't about worth. Look all I know is like Randy said to bring him round and you'd take it from there and you have equipment and everything."

"Randy's already here. Why don't you go meet him and we'll rejoin you momentarily."

"Where is it?" Joel looked around.

"Go through the double-doors and turn right" and Mort was already heading back to the kitchen, racing for a phone.

Joel walked the length of the banquet hall and through the double doors. Man, he thought, this Mort guy must be fuckin loaded to have this huge complex. How his cousin Randy knew him was beyond him.

After Joel got home Friday night - and after jacking himself sore thinking about what he had just done at the gym - he called his cousin Randy, the only other person he knew who was into "guy stuff" as he would say. The two of them had been messing around ever since Randy showed him how to masturbate "really masturbate" as Randy explained, at age thirteen. But the past year Randy had not been all that eager to get together, saying he was getting into more "adult" stuff. When Joel pestered him to explain he just said he was getting into stuff Joel would not understand. Try me, Joel nagged. When you're older, Randy dismissed him, when you're into older, harder scenes, doing more edgy stuff. Like what? Joel kept at him. Like doing things - really nasty things! - in a not-so "private" scene, even guys watching, even taking pictures and videos and hidden cameras and married guys who don't know they're being filmed and getting them to do stuff for money, and stuff with bondage and forced sex and even gang rape stuff with real bruisers, not kids like you Joel!

Joel knew half of it was pure bullshit but what if? Hell his cousin was weird enough maybe just a fraction of it might be true. But what was Randy getting himself involved in? After Joel got over the shock, he went over to Randy's and pestered him to let him actually see some of this "nasty" stuff.

At first Randy told him forget it, this was all hush-hush and if anyone found out about it they could all go to jail. Just as he thought; Randy was blowing smoke up his butt! But Joel was bigger - and stronger - than his cousin. That was when Joel found out what got Randy really rockin. Almost by accident - but not - he figured out his cousin got off on force! So that afternoon when Joel wrestled him down to the floor - more sheer mass than finesse, after all he was a football player not no goddamn Crapper - and started pinning his arms under him and he felt the large lump in Randy's jeans, and the more he sat on him the more Randy started to spot his jeans and Joel knew he had him! Once he had Randy tied to the bed with the torn bedsheets, his jeans down and his cock begging for attention, he managed to "extract" from him the location of his hidden stash. And shit he really did have pictures and even a video! And once he saw what was there, WHO was there! he knew he crossed a line from which there was no returning. There was an amazing collection of guys, all kinds of guys, middle age, young, old, big, small, doing things Joel only dreamed about. Most of the faces were blacked out, but every now and again a tattoo or scar, or the unmistakeable shape of a neck or arms gave them away. From that point on Joel wanted to see more and more, and since Randy found himself being overpowered more and more, it developed into an "working relationship". But the last few weeks Randy had been hinting at some other stuff, more videos this time, that would make the other stuff look like recess at kindergarten.

No matter how Joel tortured Randy, he would not show him the "motherlode" as he called it. So when Joel told him about the Soulman he knew that should be the ace he needed.

Joel walked through the doors and down the hall and up to a door marked "Private". It was the last door left so he tried the handle but it was locked. He knocked twice. Finally the door opened and a guy in his forties, his dress shirt and tie undone to his hairy navel, opened it.

"Mort said Randy was here?" Joel tried, a bit surprised by this other guy.

"You Joel?" the guy looked him up and down.

"Yeah."

"C'mon in" and he held the door open as Joel went in. What he saw blew him away!

Randy was there, sitting on one of several folding chairs. Joel went over and sat down next to him, but the guy returned and made him move down so he could sit between the two.

What they were facing was some kind of locker room area, complete with lockers and benches and, Joel looked over to the side, what appeared to be a fully-functioning shower room! Shit, it even smelled like a goddamn locker room, he thought. But what made Joel squint and shake his head was the third wall to the locker and shower area had been opened out and was instead cluttered with floodlamps and cameras, SEVERAL cameras, large, professional-looking video cameras. Only because the rooms were so large was the "audience" able to see the stage through all that equipment. Damn, Joel thought, once Soulman - Hank? that's his name? - sees this he's gonna go ballistic!

"What the mutherfuck IS all this?" Joel leaned forward to talk to Randy.

"Ain't it somethin! It's almost like a real movie set!"

"You seen this before?"

"Twice" Randy looked down at the floor "once for my movie - "

"YOU did this?"

"And once for these three guys -"

"Randy you made a fuckin MOVIE?!?"

"Okay no biggie" he said looking at the guy between them who was slowly finishing unbuttoning his shirt and removing his tie "where'd you think I got the money for that bike?"

"Fuck..." Joel looked at Randy and then at the bare-chested guy next to him.

"Your cousin shows some reluctance to introduce me" the guy said, a thick accent rattling the consonants "My name is.. well call me Valdi. My full name is hard it seems" and he held out his hand.

"Mr Valdi" and Joel shook his hand, taken by surprise at the strength of the grip.

"No just Valdi" he answered "my last name is Czernersckotcic. You see? I warned you."

"Valdi" Joel corrected himself "is that Polish?"

"No...Italian" he nodded at the direction of stage. At that moment a door opened and Hank appeared, shielding his eyes from the lights. A loud gasp came from all three. A louder gasp came from Hank!

"What the FUCK!" his eyes trying to adjust to the garish lights "motherfucker!" he started to turn back to the door "this is fuckin nuts!" but the door opened again and was suddenly blocked by Mort.

The three watched as Hank and Mort jostled with each other, both dressed now in full wrestling gear, singlets, head protectors, kneepads, the works! All that was missing were the mouthguards, as Joel could hear. Hank was wearing a white singlet, the old-fashioned style, with the smaller head and arm openings, over a gray teeshirt. His crotch was bulging with his cup, making him look like a punching dummy or an extra in a self-defense film. But under those lights his bare shoulder and arm muscles stood out and shone like he had been oiled.

Next to him Mort looked as big if not bigger, his hairy arms and big belly stretching the fabric, in this case a faded red color. He came off more like a ex-power lifter-turned-bouncer rather than a wrestler, but his headgear was unmistakably a wrestler's.

"Who's out there?" Hank covered his eyes trying to see past the lights. Joel felt like hiding under his chair.

"Hal as I explained to you" Mort left the stage for a moment, checking the lights and making sure all the cameras were in their proper position "your friend Joel -"

"That bastard ain't my friend-"

"And well, some other guests-"

"What other guests? You didn't say anything -"

"Okay if you're ready-"

"What other fuckin guests?"

"No one you know Hal" Mort took a spot behind one of the cameras "now if you go and stand by the chair next to you..."

Hank stood defiant for a few seconds, his arms folded, eyes straight ahead.

"We have all day if you want Sport" Mort said, using the pseudonym he told him about.

"Fuck, you filming already?"

"Go ahead Sport, by the chair-"

"This is not what I agreed to..."

But Mort hit record on the first camera and then went over to the second and turned it on as well. When he returned to the first one he started the cues,

"Okay sport, start giving us those wrestling poses..."

Hank's eyes started to adjust to the lights and realized the cameras were rolling and he was in the crosshairs. There was no way out. So he walked over to the spot under the lights and started to strike his grappling poses, turning this way and that under the lights, grimacing and growling, trying to look as threatening as he could, but inside feeling like the bug hitting the windshield. And damn! those lights were hot!

"Ya wanna turn down some of them lights? I don't need a sunburn already!"

"You're lookin fine Sport" Mort said from behind the camera "now tell us about your biggest pin."

"My WHAT?"

"Y'know. The biggest, most important pin you ever made..."

"Y'mean like that first big match at semi's?"

"Yeah..."

"Well I was still wrestling 185 then, up against this dumb lug from downstate. He was bigger but I was stronger. And faster" and Hank went into his story about how he first won a name for himself, how he maneuvered the guy, the points he scored, how he flipped him in the last seconds, all the while turning and twisting under the lights, sweat starting to pour down him, and when he finished yelling "and I PINNED his ASS!" Joel, Randy and that Valdi guy jumped to their feet, whistling and clapping! Hank stopped and looked out, a smile on his face for the first time that night.

"You were a champ!" Mort yelled.

"I was a champ!" Hank yelled and flexed his arms in a double-biceps pose. Again whistles came from the three.

"And after that?" Mort started.

"After that I was on top of the world! They carried me around on their shoulders and I felt... man..." Hank pumped out his chest remembering the moment.

"And then..."

"Then we went through the rest of weight classes. And man we won! The team won on points as well. We were all on top of the world!"

"Keep going..."

"That's all."

"You just got back in the van?"

"Hell no" Hank was trying to adjust his eyes to the lights, making out some shadows and movements but that's all "we... y'know... headed back to the locker rooms, hell even some reporters were there."

"Where?"

"In the locker rooms with us."

"While you got undressed?"

"Fuck yeah... it was no big thing" Hank looked out to the lights "it was a big ego thing kinda."

"You mean reporters interviewing you?"

"Hell yeah."

"You didn't mind them..."

"No.."

"Watching you get outa your gear taking pictures..."

"Fuck..." Hank looked around him "I don't know..."

"Why don't ya start getting outa that stuff Sport..." Mort said real low.

"Like... now...?"

"Go on take off the headpiece."

Hank stood up and pulled the gear off his head, his forehead and hair plastered with sweat, pale imprints of the pinch-marks on his forehead.

"Okay sit on the bench and get outa those shoes and socks."

Hank went over to bench and sat again, pulling at the laces, finally getting them off, and the socks as well.

"Okay now the rest Sport.."

Hank slowly got to his feet, and stood there a moment, knowing the dreaded part had come. He pulled off the elbow and knee pads tossing them aside. He managed to get the protective cup off next, his crotch dark with sweat beneath. As he did Mort brought in a still camera and started taking close-ups. At first Hank turned away protesting, but soon realized he was past that point.

He pulled the straps down off his shoulders, tugging them to his waist. The gray teeshirt underneath was stained with sweat, clinging to his torso like a dark tan. He reached down and pulled it free of the waistband. He tugged it up to his chest and hesitated. Once the t-shirt was off, the rest would go fast. Trying to figure out who was out there in the blackness beside Joel he pulled it past his head, his big chest and stomach shiny and rippling with muscles. Joel started chanting "yeah sport. looking hot do it do it. stud stud stud" egging him on. He stood there with the top of the singlet around his waist while Mort took more pics.

"Okay let's see those poses again Sport" so Hank again struck his grappling poses, and even some muscle-flex poses now, the sweat just pouring off him. When Mort went back to the second camera Hank heard,

"Okay Sport, the rest of it."

Turning his back on the cameras and the group, Hank slowly pulled the singlet past his bulging glute muscles, bare except for the waistband of the jock. He tugged it past his big thighs and down his legs and off. Without turning he yanked the jock down as well and turned around. He stood naked glistening and flexing under the gaze of all of them, his balls and cock slowly unbunching.

"Okay ya satisfied?" Hank said looking around "ya got your money's worth?" he held out his arms.

"You look real good, you are the biggest stud ever" Mort was walking away from the camera, "you can sit now."

"Thanks" and Hank plunked down onto the bench, glad it was over "can I get dressed now?"

"Just sit there a moment and cool down. Don't move" and Mort left the room.

Joel and Randy looked at each other, and at each other's crotches. When Hank had started his strip, they both felt a hand make its way into their crotches, that Valdi guy making sure both of them were hard. He just sat there the rest of the time, slowing keeping both of them hard, and no more. At one point Randy had grabbed the guy's crotch in return, even managing to free his cock from the fly. The three were sitting like that when the show ended.

"So now what?" Joel whispered to the two, thinking they should leave or go help Hank or something. But Valdi just raised his finger to his lips shushing them, his hand pushing Joel and then Randy back down onto their chairs. Just when it seemed like Hank was getting up to leave, the inner stage door opened and Mort come through.

"Fine you're here" Hank turned around "can I get dressed now?"

"What is this Sport, sitting here buck naked?" Mort was wearing a cap with COACH across the front "I told you to get suited up five minutes ago! What are y'doing here like that - were you masturbating?"

"Fuck what? I wasn't mast- jacking off!" Hank looked past the lights "are those fuckers still rolling?"

"You were sitting here watching those guys in the showers and jacking off weren't you?"

"What guys" looking to the empty shower room "what the fuck you talking about?"

"We're going to get to the bottom of this" Mort went to the locker and started rummaging around in it.

"I'm finished here" Hank stood up looking around for some clothing to cover himself.

"You ain't going nowhere Sport" Mort found what he was looking for "til your Coach says you can."

"Well I'm leaving" and holding the wet teeshirt in front of his crotch Hank started to leave.

"You leave now" Mort went to the chair and sat down "and four of your friends will be off the team."

"What four friends?" Hank stopped at the door.

"Did I say four?" Mort looked down at his clipboard "I mean five. FIVE of your friends will be cut" and Mort showed him what was written on the board: five thousand.

Hank looked at Mort, at the cameras, and out to the audience, "you mean I don't get... I don't lose three... I lose five... teammates?"

"That is exactly what I mean."

"That's blackmail."

"And you won't be able to... drive... them to the games any more..." Mort showed him the clipboard again. The single word "license" written on it.

"You said all I had to do was -"

"Until I came in here and saw you jacking off perving on your teammates, your naked fellow wrestlers showering... isn't that right?"

Hank stood there, goosebumps forming all down his arms and legs, his balls retracting fast. Just when he thought he dodged the trap it looked like a bigger one opened. He had to see where this led. Or else.

"Fuck..." he looked at Mort "fuck... okay you win."

"So you admit it?"

"Whatever" he stood there, blindfolded before the firing squad.

"Very well" Mort stood up slowly "we seem to admit getting aroused by looking at guys."

"Hey I never said that!" looking at the cameras.

"Well we will have to find out... won't we?"

"Whatdaymean find out?"

"We must find out if that gets you... aroused?"

"How?" Hank looked around. He had been told before he just needed to dress like a wrestler and then strip for the cameras. Mort never said anything about doing sex stuff!

"First you can get rid of that t-shirt" Mort pointed at the wadded cloth Hank was holding in front of him "and face forward, your arms behind your back Sport."

"What are you doin?"

"Sport, obey your coach. NOW!" Mort barked right in his face. Hank actually flinched.

Hank hesitated a moment and heard "six friends" and closed his eyes. He let the shirt fall out of his hand, again naked in front of the cameras. A sound came from the three like "yeah hot!"

"Over here now Sport" Mort indicated the place under the brightest lights.

Hank walked over and before he heard it, he placed his arms behind his back, spread his feet, at parade rest. He hung his head defeated.

Mort walked over to him, with something in his hand "I believe you know what this is?" and he held out for all to see another black rubber o-ring.

"Fuck no!" Hank started to move his hands "that ain't fair!"

"Sport, hands behind your back!" and Hank did so. He looked down as Mort carefully lifted one, then both of his balls through the ring. Hank flinched, not from pain but because the ring and Mort's fingers were very cold, as if he had been soaking them in ice water or something.

"Damn what is that?" Hank tried to protect himself but his hands were knocked away. Before he could react, Mort had grabbed the head of his cock and had carefully pulled it through the ring, pulling and adjusting til the whole package was tight. Hank just knew it was a matter of time before the ring would cause the inevitable hardon.

"Now I need my assistant to join me" Mort looked to the threesome "Bull I need your here in the locker room. Bull?"

Joel and Randy looked at Valdi.

"He means you" he said to Joel.

"Me?" Joel panicked.

"Yes you. This was your idea remember?"

"But I - I mean I didn't want - it was just supposed to be Hank not ME!?"

"Bull right now!"

"But...?" Joel looked at Randy "I can't be doin this? Not with a camera-"

"We will not force you to do anything you don't want..." Valdi interrupted "your participation is totally voluntary."

"But I'm not old enough" he looked at his cousin "you do it! You're like nineteen or shit!"

"Totally voluntary" Valdi continued "and totally recompensed."

"Say what?"

"He means y'get paid dickhead" from Randy "shit y'tellin me y'wouldn't pay THEM t'get yer hands on those dicks?" nodding at the stage.

"Bull NOW!" came from Mort again.

"Yes.. coach" Joel struggled to his feet and adjusted himself, zipping up his fly in the process. He made his way past the cameras, seeing the naked image of Hank on the monitors. He stepped over the cables and joined them under the lights.

"Bull you know our teammate Sport."

"Hey Sport!" Joel looked at Hank. Hank just shook his head.

"What you want... coach?" Joel looked back at the other two, but could see nothing beyond the lights.

"I need you to help me test Sport here and see if he gets aroused by looking at guys. You think you could help me with that?"

"Ah... er... okay I guess" looking at Hank and then down at his crotch. Even with the cockring, Hank was only a bit swollen.

"What do you think would get Sport aroused here?" Mort steered Joel so they were all facing the cameras, but still could see each other.

"Ah... someone touchin... you know... playing with his... dick?" Joel knew he could do that, in fact, he could almost hear Randy out there saying: told ya so!.

"Yes that would get him hard very fast" Mort looked down at Joel's jeans "Bull? Are you hard now?"

Shit Mor- I mean Coach..." Joel looked down at himself, was he showing? Probably.

"You are aren't you?" Mort put his hand on Joel's shoulder "how did you get hard?"

"Hell you know... before... that guy was rubbing me.."

"Someone was touching you... your cock?"

"Well...yeah..."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show me how he did that. How can a guy get another guy hard?"

"Show you how? By touching Ha- I mean Sport?"

"How else?" and Mort looked out to the lights.

Joel knew he should just leave. He could get into a lot of trouble, big trouble! if he stayed there now. What if this recording got into the wrong hands, like his parents for one! But he knew how rabidly Randy had been guarding his copies. His "bootleg" copies? Joel guessed. Shit, he had to beat it out of him before he saw them! And boy was he glad he did. Joel weighed the risks and decided to do it. After all the shit at the docs, he was already in hot water. Why not just dive in the deep end.

"Or I could you show you! You want me to touch you... down there?" Joel was starting to get into it, now that he saw the scene developing. And he saw a weird advantage as well "you want me to get YOU hard Coach?"

Mort got a strange panicked look on his face and was trying to see past the lights. Before he could hear a voice get him off the hook, Joel was in front of him,

"C'mon Coach. Let me get ya hard."

"No J-I mean Bull that's not wha-"

"C'mon Coach..." Joel wanted to see how far he could push the big guy. Nothing like turning the tables on these dudes when they least expected it. But they hadn't counted on Joel the Sex Fiend set loose in their cozy little porn studio, had they? Boy they'd be sorry now that Boner Boy was unleashed "c'mon ya wanna see if... if Sport here really horns on dudes messin around right? Well shit yeah I could start yankin on his dick, but that won't prove shit! Hell, any stud like him would throw a bone with someone playin with their dick. But if I'm strokin you off" and Joel's hand gave Mort a good rub "and he got all boned by itself, then yeah! now that would really do it right?"

"But... but Bull, that's not why you're here. You were just supposed to -"

"Too late t'play shy coach" and Joel whispered "you in this too dude!"

So Joel, maybe a bit too eagerly, reached down and started to rub the front of Mort's red singlet. This was only the third adult dick he ever got to touch and was curious to see what it would feel like, look like, once he got it full hard. Would he be uncut like Kroos? Cut like Joe? Bigger? Longer? He started to rub the front until he found the head. Then it didn't take long before he found the rest of it, and felt it start to lengthen and harden under his fingers. Mort had tried to back away from Joel's hand at first, but then realized Joel was right; he was caught in the same net. Hank tried to look away but his eyes kept coming back to Mort's singlet and the large sausage that was starting to lengthen upwards, stretching the jock he seemed to be wearing underneath. He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything else, like sitting in jail for one.

"Yeah Sport look at this. You ever see the coach here throw a bone before?" Joel was getting into it now "yeah he's got a real pussy-splitter here. Man it's getting really hard and thick now" as his hand was rubbing up and down the shaft, pointing it towards his waistband, squeezing the head tightly as it started to throb under his touch.

"Is that how I - I mean he got you hard?" Mort said, his voice getting thick, his hand coming to graze against the front of Joel's jeans. He yanked it back fast.

"Yeah coach go on" Joel leaned his hips forward against Mort's palm "I won't mind if you play with my cock. Go on Coach" and he reached down and unzipped his jeans, placing Mort's hand back at his crotch, rubbing it against the front of his briefs.

"Yeah Sport ya gotta see this" Joel was trying to get Hank to open his eyes "the coach here has his fuckin hand in my jeans. He's gonna play with my dick man."

And Hank looked over and sure enough Joel's hand was working up a large bone in the front of Mort's singlet and Mort in turn seemed to have gotten Joel's jeans open in front and managed to pull a very large white wad of his shorts forward, the outline of his hardening cock plain to see.

Hank reached down to cover himself, knowing that his cock was going to start responding any second.

"Sport put those hands behind you now!" Hank shrugged his shoulders, as his cock started to thicken before their eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut but it was too late. When he heard the sound of Joel's jeans hit the ground he had to look.

Joel was standing there, Mort's hand inside his briefs, holding his fully hard cock. Finally when it was fully boned, Joel pulled his briefs down to his knees. Again Hank saw that hard cock he remembered from the showers, standing out from a crotch as smooth as the rest of his belly, and as much as he hated that damn Minnow for getting him into this shit, he could not help getting turned on by the sight. He saw Joel spit into his palm and start to smear it up and down the outline of Mort's cock, and he felt his balls pull up as the blood started to pump again and again into his cock and without looking down, he knew he was pulling up and away from his crotch and he was at full mast.

"Well Sport, just as I thought" and Joel reached over and gave it a good tug. At that, Hank's dickhead flared a bright red and a the piss-slit opened wide. Mort used the distraction to jump off the stage and return with the hand-held camera. He took a series of shots but Hank did not move, even when he felt Joel's hand brush his butt.

Okay Bull you can leave now" Mort called.

"C'mon Coach - "

"That's enough Bull" Mort pointed to his chair "now!"

"But Coach!"

"And take your clothes with you."

Joel slowly walked away from Hank, not turning to see his expression. When he got back to the chairs, Valdi steered him back to his own chair, cold metal under his cotton-covered ass.

"Well Sport what you got to say for yourself?"

Hank looked around and down at himself. His circumcized cock, pointing straight ahead, was answer enough.

"Nothin Coach."

"While you're thinkin why don't ya drop and give me twenty."

"Say wha?"

"Y'heard me" Mort barked from behind the lights "drop!"

"Like this?" Hank indicated his naked state, his dick like a pole sticking out of his middle.

"Yeah just like that. NOW!"

So Hank lowered himself to the floor and started the push-ups. He was just loosening up when he saw Mort snapping away with the still camera from various angles.

"Okay now spin around" Mort was back at the the first camera, wheeling it closer "face the lockers, your legs towards me."

Hank got to his knees and twisted around, making room for his feet now pointing the other way.

"Spread those feet" Mort was barely two feet from his ankles "and raise that ass high!"

Hank did the next five, his back bent and his hips as high as they could go. He looked over his shoulder seeing the camera zooming in on his exposed butthole. He closed his eyes and finished at twenty. He lowered himself down to his stomach, careful not to ram his cockhead into the cold floor.

"Not so fast" Mort was still right behind him "back up on your hands and feet, and keep that ass pointing at the ceiling."

Again Hank raised his weight off the floor, his back making almost a right triangle, his arms straight and bulging.

"Yeah now hold it. Don't budge an inch" and Mort left the camera rolling and went over to one of the lockers. He turned his head to see what he was doing but Mort barked,

"Keep yer fuckin head down and don't move!"

Hank crouched there, propped on his hands and feet, sweat rolling up his back and to his neck, finally into his face and eyes. He could feel the muscles in his arms start to rebel as sweat ran down them to his wrists, making his palms slippery. But his asscheeks, wide open to the breeze, were cooling even though the lights were beginning to burn his back.

Just then he felt something cold hit his crack and he jumped! His hands slid a foot and he fell to his elbows. Before he had a chance to recover he felt that cool wetness start to run all down his crack and down to his balls. As it did a crazy tingling and itching started over the whole exposed area. He instinctively tried to clamp his thighs shut but then felt a finger invade his hole!

"HEY!!!!" Hank screamed, trying to wriggle to his knees.

"I said don't move" from Mort right behind him, sounding hoarse and out of breath "unless you want this to really hurt, you don't wanna move -"

"Get that finger outa me!" Hank was already reaching behind himself, his weight on one elbow.

"The next time you protest, one of your friends gets cut you get it?"

"But damn!"

"No but's now back on your hands!"

"Motherfuckin..." but Hank brought his hand down and came off his elbows, his ass lifting up, Mort's finger waiting for it.

Mort applied more of the ointment to his gloved hand and started to work a large gob into Hank's stretched butthole. He felt Hank flinch beneath him but this time did not move. When he had thoroughly greased his opening hole with the warming ointment, he picked up the pale pink buttplug, greased it as well, and with little care, slid it into the waiting hole. Hank let out a shout and dropped to his knees, but by that point the widest part had pushed past the ring and it was wedged in good.

"Okay Sport on yer feet."

Hank slowly and gingerly lifted off his hands, kneeling with the foreign body deep in his butt. He got to his feet still facing away from the cameras.

"Okay now lean forward. Let everyone get a good look at how we punish guys who masturbate in the locker room."

"Fuck you!"

"Do it!"

Hank slowly leaned forward, knowing the end of the plug would show between his cheeks. As he did he felt Mort's hands spread his cheeks even more, and then push against the end. As he did a buzzing started.

Fuck! Hank thought, the damn thing's a vibrator as well!

"So how does that feel?" Mort flipped the switch and stepped back, pulling off the glove "you like that up your butt? You like having a goddamn plug in your ass like a pussy?"

"Yes Coach" Hank was glad they could not see how red his face was.

"Good. Now your final punishment -"

Did he say final? Hank thought, thank god!

"Is finish your exercises with that in your butt."

Yes... Coach" Hank managed to get out. As he suspected, the constant vibrating was stimulating him, keeping his cock at rock-hard. Damn, he thought, if it weren't for that cockring I just might even pop a load, but not like this, as he turned his head to the bright lights again. Again he felt the heat hit him in the chest and crotch. And that ointment - was it Ben Gay or something? - was really starting to burn inside him!

"Now what Coach?" Hank carefully shifted his weight from leg to leg, any motion causing the vibrating in his butt to make the tingling and the burning from that damn ointment worse for the whole area under his balls.

"Pick up those barbells and gimme some curls... just enough to make those arms pop!"

So Hank looked around and found two forty pound weights are did his arm curls. But after a few minutes Hank was tiring and the strain was causing him to pant, his face and chest turning a beet red.

When he finished he dropped the weights to the floor, slightly bending forward. He winced as he felt the plug burrow into ass. The camera zoomed in for the reaction.

"Okay now some overhead lifts with the sixty pounder at the end there" Mort pointed to the far side of the room. Hank slowly walked over to it, his cock bobbing up and down in profile with ever step, his ass greasy and stretched as his leg muscles added more insult.

"Bring it back to your spot and give me ten."

"Ten?" Hank lifted it off the floor trying to shove his ass out, knowing he could do twice that many.

"For now" Mort repositioned both cameras "ten will do."

Hank brought the bar up to his chest and started the lifts, the muscles in his arms and chest tensing and pumping. But no matter how he strained and stretched his cock stayed at full-mast, red and swollen with the cockring. After a quick ten, Hank dropped the bar to the floor with a bang, not about to bend over any more than he has to.

"Okay Sport, gimme ten more push-ups, just like before, and keep those legs nice and spread. That will be the last for tonight Sport" and Mort turned around and nodded at the Valdi guy.

As if on cue, Valdi stood up, bringing Randy to his feet as well. By now both had their cocks free of their pants and were stroking them openly. Valdi grabbed Randy's hard and inflamed dick and pulled his hand onto his own cock. He started rapidly jacking Randy as all three watched Hank again drop to his hands and knees and with his ass high in the air, the pink buttplug plain as day, started his last push-ups, slower than he would he liked.

It didn't take long before Valdi started grunting and started to blow, turning his waist at the last second so his jism shot forward and started to splatter Joel's chest and stomach. Just then they both turned as Hank fell to the floor, grunting "ten!" and Randy turned bright red whispering "shit shit shit" and he too started to unload shot after shot, which Valdi guided at Joel so again he was splattered down his front. Joel 's hand was speeding up on his own cock and he was just about to cum when Valdi yelled,

"No! Next to Coach!" and practically yanked him up from his chair.

"Hey!" Joel yelled but his arm was twisted behind him and he was steered over to Mort.

"What's this?" Mort turned from the camera.

"You and Bull here. Up next to Sport" Valdi barked "go!"

"Fuckin no way!" Mort stayed put.

Valdi leaned in close to Mort and whispered something that sounded to Joel like "goo." Mort scowled and shook his head no. Valdi then pointed at the cameras and made an "x" in the air.

Mort spat "Fuck you" at Valdi but grabbed Joel by the arm and went up on stage.

Valdi went up to the nearest camera and framed the three of them, adjusting another light.

"Okay Sport on yer feet" Valdi started "and Bull you now get to finish what you started earlier, remember?"

"Say wha?" from Joel.

"Coach you like one of your team rubbing you before?" Valdi continued.

"No fuckin way - " Mort started to leave.

"All of you like before" Valdi stood there, his softening cock still leaking "and Coach you want to rub your hand over Sport's butt don't you?"

"Like hell -"

"Bull you may begin."

Joel again reached over and started to rub the wet spot on the front of Mort's singlet. His hand was quickly pushed away as Mort took a step to leave, but this time Joel distinctly heard the word "goo" and Mort froze and glaring at Valdi went and stood next to Hank, slowly steering him to face the cameras, his hand staying on his right cheek.

"Bastard" Mort muttered, glaring at Valdi.

Hank just stood there, dripping sweat, his breathing slowly returning to normal, but his cock staying rock hard, if anything even more swollen.

"Bull?" Valdi prompted again.

"Damn..." Joel muttered, slowly realizing how he looked, his front sweaty and blotchy, his cock red and puffy but not as ridiculously hard as Hank's, but his entire front shiny with cum. If he had a sign on his forehead reading "perv" it cound not have been more incriminating.

He took a step closer to Mort and again his hand went out and touched him in the crotch. This time Mort did not pull away, but rather leaned forward, pushing his dick against Joel's hand. As he felt his cock again respond to the rubbing, Joel reached up and started to pull the shoulder straps down from Mort's shoulders. Mort had to be forced to lower his own hand when it got tangled up, but as Joel peeled it down to his waist, Mort's hand returned to Hank's butt, one finger finding the end and pressing it now and again into Hank further. Hank winced once or twice but his cock only swelled with each nudge.

When Joel crouched down in front of Mort, starting to mouth the front of Mort's crotch as he pulled the front of the fabric down, Yaldi said, "no leave it there. As much as the Coach would like nothing more than a warm blowjob right now, he won't be so rewarded."

"What the hell?" from Mort.

"Stand up Bull."

Joel reluctantly stood up, his hand deep inside of Mort's singlet.

"Yes like that" Yaldi zoomed in "masturbate your Coach. Make him pollute himself inside his singlet. Make him sperm on himself."

"C'mon man let me at least pull it free" Mort was squirming now, the hand both uncomfortable as well as stimulating.

"Finish him Bull" Yaldi stood there "finish him with your hand."

Joel's hand was now rapiding yanking that dick inside the tight fabric, as Mort's breath became short and ragged.

"Y'gonna cum for me Coach?" Joel was spitting down into his hand and returning it inside the waistband. When the slickness found the sensitive spot under the head, Mort gasped and doubled foreward.

"Stand up straight Coach. Take it like a man!"

"Fuck fuck fuck" Mort was gasping now, his orgasm very close.

"Okay Coach, with that hand I need for you to remove Sport's plug now, you made him suffer enough."

Hank sighed with relief and bent forward as Mort's hand, slippery and awkward, managed to get a grip on the base and with a distinct plop! pulled it free. Hank bent forward and slowly dropped to his knees, Mort's slimy hand holding the plug and Joel's hand rapidly jerking him inside his clothes.

"Okay Sport one last thing" Yaldi started softly "get behind the Coach and pin his arms. We don't want his hands getting in the way."

Hank got to his feet and quickly put Mort into a full nelson, perhaps a bit severely. Mort gave a grunt and squeezed his eyes shut, but as the cameras recorded, it was Joel's hand that pulled a tight and painful load from his cock just at that moment, the front of his red tights blotched again and again with a dark stain, even some white cum starting to ooze through the material.

Joel hissed "yeahhhh" and Mort just threw his head back, grunting again and again as the load was pulled out of him.

Joel carefully extracted his cum-stained hand from the front of Mort's singlet and brought it to his lips. As Mort opened his eyes, Joel made sure that he saw him lick his cum off his fingers.

"Alright that will do... Bull" Yaldi came up on stage with Randy close behind him "Coach you're with me" and seeing Randy beside him now "you too. A word with both of you. In the dressing room please" and he started to steer them towards the door.

Hank and Joel stood there, suddenly very naked now the show was over. They covered themselves with bits of material scattered here and there but they were both sweaty and greasy now.

"Hal" Yaldi turned to him, no longer using the stage name "why don't you get cleaned up" indicating the showers at the end of the room "your clothes and money will be waiting for you in the dressing room. Five minutes okay?"

"Fine" Hank looked down at himself, disgusted with the dirt and grime covering him.

The three left, and Hank turned to Joel, "you coulda warned a guy" too tired to be angry.

"You woulda freaked... or tried to kill me... if you only knew" Joel looked around for his clothes and started to pull up his shorts, but stopped, realizing how much of a mess he was.

"I woulda done both" Hank looked around, the teeshirt again held against his crotch "fuck I still might."

"Go get cleaned up already" Joel was back at the chairs, picking up the rest of his clothes, in no hurry to put them on.

"Those are real?" Hank thumbed at the shower room.

"Well they look real."

"Fuck then..." and he headed for the shower room. In mid-step he froze, "GodDAMN!"

"Now what?"

"Are those damn cameras still on?"

"Fuck no!" but Joel went over to them just to make sure. He could not even see if there was any tape in them.

"Are you damn sure?"

"Look for yourself."

At this point Hank was taking no chances so he went over to the closest one and whistled, "damn. Look at these! These ain't no amateur camcorders."

"Wait until you see the pics" Joel started but then shut up.

"What about them Minnow!" Hank grabbed him "what's gonna happen to them?"

"Well you get your copy" Joel got scared "and well the others well..."

"Who's gonna see this shit?"

"It ain't like that!" Joel felt himself held tight "your face is blacked out! No one'll recognize you okay? Fuck, it ain't your ugly mug they wanna see anyway - "

"What's that crack mean?" Hank was one step away from throttling him.

"It's THAT! man" Joel grabbed Hank's eternal hardon "that's what they're lookin at! Dick! It's all about dick! And Jockdick... well that's even better! But they don't give a damn about your face man. That's why it's blacked out! Besides, that way no one gets hurt y'got it?"

"You damn sure about this?" his face inches from Joel's, his fingers digging into his neck.

"Yeah I'm sure" Joel started to break free "so lemme go. Besides you need a shower, you reek."

"You ain't too fresh yourself" Hank looked down where some of the cum was getting onto his own front now. He looked at Joel and almost smiled "okay I'll let you go but we shut down this scene first."

"Wha?"

"The cameras fuckwad!"

"Okay lemme go" Hank slowly released Joel and went him from camera to camera, making sure they were off and unplugged. They tried to see where the tapes might be but it looked like that damn Yaldi beat them to it. When they were sure the "show was over" Hank said,

"Okay I'm hittin the showers. You keep a watch so no one 'surprises' me okay?"

"Fuck that, I'm taking a shower too."

"Just keep your eye on the doors okay?"

"Fine. Gee why are you so shy all of a sudden?" Joel tried to joke but Hank grabbed him,

"Don't fuck with me Joel. I'm still not sure I ain't gonna kill you."

"Well while you're deciding" and Joel pulled his pants and shorts down from his knees and finally stepped out of them "I'll be in there" and he went through the doorway.

Hank took one last look around the locker room and then went into the shower room as well. As he expected they had spared no expense there either; it could accommodate a dozen guys easily. He was a bit surprised the whole room was done in plain white tile. He would have guessed that someone like Mort would have done something fancier. Only the quality of the plumbing fixtures was what he would have expected. And the water pressure was better than most "public" facilities he'd been in.

He picked a shower head opposite Joel's, in part to keep some distance between them, as well as keep an eye on the weasel.

He turned under the warm stream, glad to stand there and wash the filth and guilt from him. He would have been happy to stand there, the water running down him forever. But the more he felt the water run down his face and front, the more his swollen condition responded to the warm water. And when he turned to rinse his back and legs, the more that gooey mess between his legs began to itch uncontrollably. He opened his eyes to see what Joel was doing - sure enough Joel was standing there watching him.

"You gettin an eyeful?" Hank sneered.

"Fuck man" Joel made no attempt to look away "you ain't got no idea how good you still look - "

"What you mean: still? You callin me old?"

"Fuck no" Joel stepped out of the stream "I mean still tonight, after all that's happened. After watchin yer show an all, that's what I mean. Standin there, your muscles all pumped and wet under the water, damn you're a stud okay? And I don't mind sayin it..."

Hank stopped the rinsing and wiggling - in part to quiet the itching - and stood looking at Joel, trying to figure out if he was just yankin him. But Joel looked maybe too serious. He'd seen that look before, from Billy, from a few girls and maybe a few guys he had to admit. Slowly he had to admit it - Joel had the hots for him. Big time! And slowly it was being drilled into him that he was not the washed-out jock he thought he was. There were people, it seems a lot of people, who thought he was major stud material! He looked down at his ringed cock and balls and laughed. Okay now I'm a porn star, he thought. What the fuck next?

"So..." Hank looked at Joel who was openly staring at him "you like watching me take showers it seems."

"Fuck isn't that how this all started?"

"Now that you remind me, yeah" Hank looked hard at Joel "even before Friday, I seem to remember you takin showers when I was there."

"Well that was just tended to happen..." Joel turned back into the stream a bit defensive.

"More than once I remember you and your bunch of Minnows at the gym... but when I broke off the workout and headed for the showers, there you were. On more than one occasion - "

"Hey like it said, it just happened that way."

"So you sayin now you weren't just rearrangin your schedule t'see me butt-ass naked?'

"Well... maybe..." Joel turned "okay once or twice."

"So now you gettin off on this... you and me... naked right?"

"Well.." Joel shrugged his shoulders "yeah I guess."

"Okay Joel" Hank gave Joel a long up-and-down "so all those times in the showers, if it was just you n me... you stealin looks at my stuff" Hank reached down and gave his balls and cock a couple of shakes "and I said, hey kid, scrub my back -"

"What?"

"Wouldya... if no one was around...?"

Joel looked to see the sneer on Hank's face, but he wasn't jerking him around, "yeah... I guess" and he looked down and back up to Hank's face,waiting for him to burst into laughter. Instead Hank said,

"Well I don't see no one around.."

"You shittin me?"

"Hey" Hank turned around til his hands were on the wall and water was running down his back, and damn if it didn't look like he was maybe leaning back a bit more than he needed to, "you think I'm such a stud... well here's a chance to feel me up and no one gonna give ya shit about it" he looked over his shoulder, water in his eyes "well?"

"Fuck..." Joel took a step towards him "you serious?"

"Hey we don't have all day... they want us back soon... so...?" and Hank just lowered his head again "scrub my back dude. You owe me that much at least."

"Fuck" Joel went up to him, the broad back and beefy butt muscles just in reach. He lathered his hands and touched the shoulder muscles carefully.

"Harder man" Hank leaned back more "I ain't gonna break..."

"Fuck..." Joel muttered, looking down at the butt not a foot away from his crotch. Harder-man was definitely the situation he was starting to have, and damn didn't like pop a load not fifteen minutes ago. But Hank did not turn; instead he just put more of his weight on his hands.

Joel started a slow and steady scrub of Hank's shoulders and even cleaned his arms, getting into the feeling of the slick, hard muscles against his palms. But he concentrated on Hank's traps and down to his lats, not daring to go south of that. And damn but if he wasn't boning up big time, feeling the muscles flex beneath his hands.

"Keep goin" Hank grunted "do the rest."

"The rest?"

"Don't stop at my waist man" Hank did not turn "or you all squeamish about touchin a guy's butt?"

"Fuck..." Joel re-lathered his hands and started rubbing the small of his back "...no."

Joel's hands worked down until they got to the top of Hank's butt. Once he felt those hands on his butt he leaned forward as far as he could, spreading his legs even more. As he did, Hank felt something hard bang into his right thigh. Damn, he thought, this kid bones up too easy almost.

"Go on dude, clean it good" Hank closed his eyes as he felt the first tentative strokes on his butt "harder man harder!"

So Joel started to really scrub those two globes as hard as he could. And damn, was he hard now! He guessed that Hank might have felt it once or twice, and was waiting for a snide comment but no! Hank just stayed bent over. Joel started to rub his hand into the crack between those muscular cheeks, just once before he knew Hank would clamp shut and knock his hand away but instead Hank just hissed "yeah harder" and pushed back against that hand. Joel globbed more soap into the crack, a bit surprised how much of that green lube was still between his cheeks. When he hit Hank's butthole he heard a deep moan. It began to dawn on Joel that Hank was not about to stop him so he slid a finger in, the grease making for zero resistance! Again and again he reached inside trying to clean out as much of the goo as possible but it seemed the further he probed the more greasiness he found. And the more Hank started to moan and gasp. He looked down at two, no three fingers inside of Hank's butt, and down at his own cock now throbbing and damn, he pulled out his fingers and brought his cock to Hank's hole. Hank felt the warm of Joel's front against his wet butt and when he felt the head make contact his moaned,

"Fuck...don't...stud."

And hearing Hank call HIM a stud Joel leaned forward and once the wide head popped through the ring he was in! His cock just kept sliding in til he was flat against Hank's wet back.

"Damn... no... stud..." Hank was rocking now, back and forth on Joel's cock "don't fuck ... don't damn... no!"

Joel was plunged in as deep as he could go and damn! but whatever was inside his butt was going right to his dick. It felt like fire ants were crawling all over his cock, burning and stimulating. He pulled out, his cock covered with something.

"Damn don't stop!" Hank was panting "clean that shit outa me!"

So Joel rinsed his dick off under the water and plunged it back in. He repeated the motion several times until his dick started to come out clean. After the sixth or seventh time he had to go slow, in part because there was only so much he could take before he'd be blowing his load all over the place! To take a break he soaped up his hands and started to clean off any remaining goo from Hank's balls and then, more adventurous, soaping up his cock. Through all of this Hank had stayed hard, the ring making sure he was getting the full effect. Joel's soapy hand wandered all over Hank's balls and cock, the hard sponginess filling both his hands. He knew like he could just taste it he wanted to feel that club in him.

"If you hadn't taken that dick of yours outa my ass in another minute I woulda..."

"Woulda what?"

"Either killed ya or..."

"Or shot yer load, right?"

"Well you ain't findin out."

But Joel's hands continued to soap up Hank's crotch, knowing he could bring him off in a few more seconds. But he had other plans. He pulled his hands away and waited for the groan.

"Don't!"

"Ya still wanna pop yer nut after all y'been through?"

"No shit!"

Joel went for broke "not until" and he gave that club another squeeze "I feel this inside me. If yer gonna nut I wanna feel you nut big time deep in my guts Soulman" and he released his hold and got down on the tile floor on all fours, waiting.

"Kid, you fuckin nuts?"

"Okay you... y'know..."

"Even if I'd do that shit, I'd split ya open! You ever had a guy's dick in you before?"

"No" Joel lied "so just go easy at first. But I gotta feel that thing in me."

"Y'think this is some kinda joke?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Joel stayed on his hands and knees, his butt rocking back and forth very slowly.

Hank waited for Joel to get up. Of course the kid's kidding, he hadda be! But when Joel did not get up Hank stood there, his hand slowly finding his dick. He lathered his dick up as best he could, and with the other hand lathered up Joel's butthole, slowly feeling the ring relax to his fingers. When he was good and slicked, Hank crouched down behind him "this really what you want?"

"Fuck yeah!" and with a slow thrust Hank's very swollen head managed to force its way in. Joel let out a yell that echoed off the tile walls.

"It that what ya want? You been after my dick for weeks. Now you got it! You got my dick ramming into ya, ya happy now?"

"Yeah yeah yeah yeah" Joel was grunting, his eyes tightly shut, tears running down his face "fuck me Soulman, fuck me with that monster cock, fuck me hard, fuck me fuck me fuck me" and Joel was past the pain, past the lust, he was spinning.

"Yeah take my dick, stud" Hank was thrusting harder and harder, each time going slightly deeper and deeper into his relaxing hole, his engorged cock a hard battering ram now "you been drooling after my dick all night, seeing me do that shit, my cock waving in front of your face, well take it! Take it in yer butt! Take it Minnow! Take my fuckin wrestler dick in yer tight Minnow ass!" and with each thrust he felt himself getting close but he doubted if he could cum with that damn ring on him.

"Fuck me! Fuck my hole stud! Fuck me fuck me" Joel was beet red, his chest heaving "cum in me! cum in my butt! I wanna feel ya shoot yer jiz deep in my hole!" and Joel reached between his legs til he found where Hank's dick disappeared into his butthole, and then down to the slick globes of his tight stretched balls. Before Hank could react, he took the smaller of the two in his slippery fingers and with a quick jerk of his thumb pushed it in and as Hank screamed, it popped past the rubber ring! Hank just about hit the ceiling, his cock jerking out of Joel's butt. The ring by itself then slipped past the second testicle circling the base of his cock loosely.

As Joel's hand found the head of his cock he felt his hand start to fill with hot splattering cum. Before Hank stopped screaming he leaned back, impaling himself on the cum-slick head, feeling it slide back into him and as he did Hank fell forward on top of him, as the last shots were deposited deep in his bowels.

They lay like that for several minutes until Joel reached between his legs and found Hank's sensitive balls. He just touched them and Hank yelped, his cock giving a last throb inside him.

"DON'T!" Hank yelled "damn you almost castrated me!"

"Sorry stud!" Joel slowly pulled his butt away from the finally shrinking cock "but that's the only way you'd ever blow."

"You gotta warn a guy..." Hank looked down at his equipment, the angry red line still pressed into his balls and the top of his cock "damn..."

"But you gotta admit it was a helluva pop" Joel's hands were roaming over Hank's body and back to his butt cheeks.

"I thought my balls were gonna explode! I never felt anything like that."

"Some guys can blow their load just by havin someone slap their balls. They say it feels like the fourth of july."

"Wow..." Hank felt Joel's hand start to work its way back to his cock "just what the hell you doin?"

"Before ya lose yer hard, slip it back in me. Please Hank" and before Hank could respond, his still sensitive cockhead found Joel's swollen hole and was forced back in. Joel started rocking back and forth on it, jacking furiously at the same time. It didn't take long before he felt Joel spasming and squeezing down hard on his cock. He didn't have to look to know that Joel was blowing his load all over the shower floor.

Hank would have stayed there but Joel fell forward, his butt pulling off Hank's cock with a loud pop!

They were too out of it to hear the soft applause behind them. Neither did they hear the soft whirring of the camcorders.