The Exam

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, 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. 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. Any emails or flames expressing outrage will be ignored. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm.

Now, back to our show --

Chapter Eighty-two

Saturday, August 10, continued

Moose was getting out of his chair when he heard the buzz go through the room. He looked over and Hank was doing damage control with the two loose cannons from South. He was about to go over and put a little "muscle" on the situation when he noticed them start to chill out by a degree or two. And then he could not help but notice the whole room take a collective gulp of air. Without turning he knew what had just happened. Someone had joined their them, adding the capper to this precariously balanced deck of cards, and based on the reaction spreading throught the group it had to be the Man of the Hour!

But that was not his problem right now. Let the two misters sort that out.

Let Mort sort it out. Hey, for once he was not the main event. And a weird feeling ran through him. It was not jealousy, far from it. More like when he was benched watching the lower weight classes against a particularly difficult opponent. As captain he wanted to do something, anything! But it was not his match for crissakes. That was how he was feeling now. Moose, it's not your battle, sit it out! he told himself. But the antsy feeling would not go away. So rather than deal with the excitement bubbling up behind him he casually started working his way through the room, stopping here and there for a word here and a punch there. But man, were the eyes of some of those adults following him around. He did not recognize them, but if Mort sat them back here in the "special smoker section" they hadda be in on all this shit, right? He got a weird thought -- shit he was getting lots of weird thoughts suddenly -- what if they thought HE was Kroos!

Moose laughed to himself, shit if they think some big dumb jock of a kid is a doc well then they are gonna be real disappointed! Like maybe Mort will hafta refund their tickets or shit!

Shit! What if there really was money -- like LOTS of money -- involved? he thought, his brain going into overdrive now. So far the whole issue of paying for this meal had not come up. What if some of the guys were shelling out real serious dough for all of this! No doubt the two misters were paying off Mort big time. No ya meathead! He's over the barrel to them remember? But what if...?

He nodded and smiled at a few of the strangers, expecting them to start groping him right here and now. Down boy, Moose told his crotch, you ain't goin nowhere just yet. Still the idea of all of them getting into it, like okay Soulman's presence was just radiating horniness all the way across the room into Moose's pants. And yeah knowing Ern could be persuaded into almost anything. Anything Moose suggested that is. Yeah the thought of all of these dudes getting into it was something to consider but... it wasn't like anything was going to happen without the misters getting their money's worth. And that probably meant some type a pay-per-view live feed or some shit, like going out to all the major networks or something. We interrupt this program to bring you an important broadcast. Live from Mort's, it's the Doc Kroos and Friends Sex Show! He broke into loud laughter at that one.

"What's the joke?" Moose heard from behind him. He turned and Gil was looking at him.

"You laughin caused we showed up?" Chuck joined in.

Moose could tell there were a bit nervous, not knowing anyone in the room. But that only added to their cockiness.

"Naw ain't like that" Moose found an empty chair and pulled it up to their small table. So what if he was blocking the aisle. Like anyone would be stupid enough to say shit "so you two decided to stop for some food huh?"

"Y'didn't say anything about all of this" Chuck looked around "you guys having some kinda sports banquest or shit?"

"Sports banquet?" Moose looked around "yeah it kinda looks like that don't it."

"Look if it's a fundraiser..." Chuck looked at Gil "I guess we could chip in some, y'know? We always like to support the..."

"Real athletic supporters you two, right?" Moose slapped Chuck on the back.

He wanted to feel if those slabs of muscle were real. Fuck, they were real and then some. Besides if these two wanted to stir up shit, no time like the present.

"Yeah somethin like that" Chuck punched him back. A few of the guys at the big table were watching and checking to see if Moose needed support. He waved them away.

"So what's the occasion?" Gil looked around "somethin t'do with that big dude over there?" of course pointing at Kroos who was bent over talking with the two misters.

"Yeah you might say he's the guest of honor" Moose looked back at Chuck. Shit how in hell I'm gonna explain all this!

"He a friend of yours?" Chuck leaned on the word "friend" a bit too much.

"We're all... 'friends'... Chuck" Moose clamped his hand back on Chuck's shoulder, just letting it rest there "but no, that dude is my... our doc. Name of Kroos."

"Doc?" Gil turned all the way around "like doctor doc?"

"Y'mean like he's the athletic team doctor? for your team right?" Chuck felt the warm sweaty meathook on his shoulder "like that?"

"Yeah that too" Moose gave him a stern look, pressing down on the slab of deltoid, a rubbing it maybe a millimeter or so.

"Looks like he's a real good doc to have" Chuck shot a quick look at Gil "but he looks like he could break ya in two if he wanted."

"Naw, he's friendly all right" Moose started a slight rub, just enough to make his point "y'could say we're all a friendly bunch."

"Glad t'hear it" Chuck dropped his hand and grabbed Moose by the thigh, expecting Moose to either react or pull away. Instead Moose made a point of giving Chuck a real good look up and down. Chuck left his hand right where it was. Moose kept his hand where it was as well. When Chuck made a point of adding a slight amouth of pressure to his hand, Moose went for broke. He slid his butt forward, causing his crotch to graze against the side of Chuck's hand. He heard Gil mutter something under his breath.

Moose looked down at Chuck's crotch, making sure Chuck noticed him doing it. As he suspected Chuck's crotch was a bit larger than before. Like Moose needed any more of an excuse to start boning again.

"So if yer interested" Moose stood up, making sure they both got a good look at what was filling out his pants "I mean Kroos here, y'know, if yer interested in seein more of Kroos, as in... 'all' of Kroos if y'get my meaning" scratching his crotch for emphasis "talk to Mort, the guy who's putting this little show -- I mean event together - "

"Show? What show? I was hoping you and me and..." Chuck made a point of adjusting himself, showing he was enjoying what Moose was showing "y'know might get together and... talk... about all of this" he looked around the room, keeping one eye on Gil's reaction to all of this. Gil was sitting there staying out of the crossfire.

"Talk to Mort. Tell'm you're a friend of Moose okay?" and Moose started to ease his way around the room. Damn, but if several eyes were not following him again. Or rather following his crotch now.

"Gentlemen gentlemen if I could have your attention for a moment" Mort appeared around the corner, nodding at Kroos who said a few last words to mister jones then left "first I want to thank you all for showing up tonight -- " and that brought a buzz and a few claps from around the room. Somebody even shouted "thank Kroos!" and that caused some laughter "okay okay. Glad to see so many here tonight, including a few people I have not met" looking at a few of the mysterious adults, and even at Chuck "but we have some business to discuss. Thanks to the generous offer of our sponsors I am able to negotiate a discount on everyone's meal tonight - "

"Hey I thought it was free!" somebody yelled out, somebody at one of the two main tables. It was followed by a whispered "shuttup Brian" and that brought a few chuckles.

"Well let me clear that up" he looked at the two misters, his face starting to bead up again "as I mentioned everyone here for... well let's say the 'poker game' afterwards will have their bill reduced by half. Just write 'meeting' on your bill when the waitress comes around, and she will adjust it - "

"What a ripoff" muttered Brian again.

"And if..." now Mort was obviously sweating "some of you wish to have ALL of your expenses paid - "

"Now yer talkin!" from Klu, high-fiving some guys around him.

"And perhaps leaving tonight with... something extra" he looked at the misters who nodded "bring the bill with you when we adjourn to the... 'meeting' room afterwards. Any questions, talk with me or one of our two sponsors, Mr. Jones here and Mr. Johnson."

The room broke into chaos then, everyone talking and jumping around. What the hell was going on? What the hell he talkin about?

"Enjoy the rest of your meal" Mort shouted over the din and was gone.

Needless to say, Moose was back to the main table in a flash.

"What the hell he mean by that?" Moose was in the face of the two misters "what did he just say?"

"Well we discussed the particulars and of course some people like Kroos... well it would be absurd to have him pay for any of this right?"

"Not talkin about Kroos man" Moose looked at the rest of his team, the rest of the table "I'm talkin about us! Okay we're happy to go halvsies with Mort okay? But what he mean by that other part?"

"Very simple" Mr Jones pointed at Moose's seat, motioning him to sit the hell down! "for what we have in mind we are going to need an... extended cast... you might say" and a thousand voices and questions came flying at him "if you let me finish I'll answer all your questions. When this event was first mentioned to us we were content to sit back and let all of you... 'gentlemen' do whatever you were planning with Kroos. Provided you did not harm him, correct?" and more comments and a few select swear words went flying around "however, in light of what your friend" pointing at Doug who tried to look away, not fast enough "brought to our attention before, we realized it was now necessary to proceed with some suggestions from earlier this afternoon" he nodded at the other mister "you see we were planning to 'record' this evening in some manner" at that point all sorts of butts were flying out of chairs and it looked like Moose would have to defend these two. Moose almost choked at the irony of this.

"Everyone sit down and shut up!" Moose looked around "or y'want somebody out there" pointing at the main dining room "one of those upstanding citizens to call the cops on all of us!" and that got the room to quiet down fast "okay now no more screaming! Shit, this ain't a..." he glared at Brian and his crew "a fuckin homecumming game!"

That group had enough sense to sit there and shut up, but looking none too happy about it.

"Thank you Mar-" Mr. Jones continued "Moose I'm sorry. Yes you can expect that there will be cameras tonight. We cannot let such an important event go un... un documented correct?" there was grumbling and a few angry words but he kept going "so if anyone objects to that, they may settle their bills and leave. But I assure you, only those who elect to... be down on the field will have that concern. Everyone in the... stands" he looked around, but his joke fell flat "will be far from... harm's way as it were. Now as Mort said, enjoy the rest of your meal" and he left the room, leaving Mr. Johnson to field the rest of their questions.

As soon as he finished Billy Herms was over talking with Moose,

"So what happened to Kroos? He split?"

"Naw he's out in the main room I think" Moose was back to finishing his prime rib. Even cold Moose would not let it get by him. Billy looked around the room,

"Man I can't believe all these people. Seems like the whole world is here."

So what's up with your bud?" Moose nodded back at the Soulman who was talking to one of the unknown adults "Soulman cool with all this?"

"More'n cool, scary" Billy crouched down "remember he ain't restin til he gets to the bottom of all this. Man you shoulda seen him when he saw them!" pointing to the seats vacated by the two misters "I thought he was going after them right here and now."

"He don't know them does he?"

"He said no" Billy came in real close "but he like disappeared okay, I think he went off and made some phone calls fast."

"What?!?!" Moose almost choked on his food "he did what?"

"Don't worry it's not like called the cops" Billy almost lipsyched the last word "but he's been real busy, even since we got those tapes outa the docs' place - "

"Yeah as fast as we can steal them, they keep making more!" Moose nodded at Doug "y'see Doug's here right?"

"Yeah what's up with that?" Billy caught his eye and nodded. Doug waved and went back to talking with Will.

"Come with me..." Moose got up and directed Billy out of the room. They headed towards the main dining room where they saw Kroos and Joel eating and talking fast and furious. Billy was going over to them when Moose steered him away "they can wait" and they both waved and kept going. They went into the mens room. They almost collided with someone coming out the door. It was Juan!

"Billy!"

"Holy shit! You made it!" Billy grabbed him "you weren't sure - "

"Yeah well..." he looked at Moose "hey Moose."

"What you doin here?" Moose looked like was seeing a ghost "how - "

"When I dropped by Billy's this afternoon - "

"I just mentioned to him about the call n'all" Billy looked at Moose "and - "

"And I was just seeing how Billy was - "

"Chill Juan" Moose pulled them both back into the john. Luckily nobody was in there "if you and Billy friends that's cool. But what the fuck you DOIN here?"

"I jus told Juan if he wanted to see somethin unbelievable to meet me out here - "

"So what's goin on?" Juan looked at them.

"You didn't tell him what...?" Moose looked at Billy.

"Kinda but not" Billy turned red.

"But you don't even KNOW Kroos" Moose looked at Juan "or do you?"

"Karooze?" Juan looked at Billy "the dude you told me about?"

"Yeah him" Billy looked at Moose "I just told him if he wanted to get in on somethin like... y'know that afternoon... even just watch like, y'know?"

"You here alone?" Moose saw the trouble forming fast.

"Naw I brought along..." Juan looked at Billy " Gus, that cool?"

"Gus?" Billy looked at Moose who was about to ask "Gus as in the boss Gus? That Gus?"

"Yeah man..." Juan looked at them "when I mentioned it, y'know mentioned this place he couldn't wait! He said the food's awesome."

"The food right?" Moose looked at Billy then at Juan "he's just here for the food right?"

"Where are you sitting?" Billy looked at Moose then back at Juan "we didn't see you - "

"They stuck us in the bar y'know?" Juan shrugged "I don't care, the food's just as good right?"

"Look" Billy started to piss "I'll talk to Mort about your bill. If y'stick around for the... y'know kinky stuff he'll cut your bill in half - "

"You shittin me?" Juan looked at Moose "forreal?"

"Forreal" Moose also went over to the urinal.

"No way man..." Juan put up his hands "I ain't doin nothing like..."

"Cool out dude!" Billy finished and zipped up "it ain't like that. Y'get the discount just t'stick around and just watch, okay? Like out in the audience."

"Audience?" Juan looked at Moose finishing, and maybe stealing a quick look at his package "what audience?"

"Juan, there's like thirty guys here okay? Maybe more I don't know. Some of them you already know from... y'know that afternoon."

"Fuuuuck" Mannie stood there dumbstruck "y'mean all these dudes here for... this sex shit?"

"Guess so" Billy was washing his hands, glad to have some background noise "so I'll talk to Mort -- naw all y'gotta do is write -- what'd he say?"

"'Meeting'" Moose elbowed Billy away from the sink "write 'meeting' on your check and y'get half off. Or..." he looked at Billy, then started drying his hands.

"Or what?" now Juan was getting nervous "what you two talkin about?"

"Don't listen to Moose" Billy jabbed him "he's just fuckin wit ya."

"No tell me!" Juan suspected they were setting him up or something.

"What Billy doesn't want me t'tell ya - "

"Shuttup Moose!"

"Is someone with the serious equipment you got in yer jeans" Moose glanced down at Juan's crotch "well Mort said if anybody like wanted to get in on it - "

"Damnit" Billy cut in "there're guys who will pay anybody to -- y'know if they -- I mean - "

"They're paying dudes to help Kroos with his show" Moose smirked "and if they got a look at your chorizo I can only imagine how much they'd shell out."

"Money?" Juan squinted at them "y'tellin me they like payin for guys to..."

"Yeah... by the inch" Moose jabbed Billy "and in your case that comes to a whole lotta dough! Like some serious money Juan!"

"How much?" Juan was egging them on, hoping they were joking.

"Talk t'Mort" Moose pushed them out of the way. He left the two alone.

"Juan don't do it okay?" Billy looked at him "they got cameras and all sorts of shit okay? Moose's just fuckin wit ya is all."

"But he was kidding about the money part right?"

"No that's serious" Billy opened the door "come back and say hi to the guys when y'get a chance. We're in the room way in back. Wait'll Mannie sees your here - "

"Mannie here?" Juan perked up at that.

"Yeah" Billy left the room "don't forget about that 'meeting' thing on the check okay?"

"That's for real too?"

"Oh yeah" Billy headed towards the bar "come back okay?"

"Deal!" Juan was smiling, but also thinking. Thinking hard and furious.

Billy and Moose threaded their way back through the main dining room, seeing a few more empty tables than last time. They headed over to where Kroos and Joel were sitting.

"Hey Joel" Billy went over and patted him on the back "been wonderin where you were hidin?"

"Mort thought it might be a good idea to have us out here" Joel looked at Kroos then up at Moose "at least for starters."

"Kroos y'really doin this?" Moose looked at him, then at Joel "what'd Merklins threaten you with?"

"Nothing" Kroos looked at Joel "it was not like that."

"After the Y I mean..." Moose looked around. Yeah he was the focus of several sets of eyes "I mean... before y'know. That shoulda been payback enough, right Merklins?" Moose was almost glaring at him "why're the fuck y'doin this to the doc?"

"Cause I'm a jerk! Okay Moose? That what y'wanna hear?" Joel looked at Kroos "c'mon Kroos we can y'know... still just slip outa here. I got money" and Joel was reaching for his wallet.

"Stop it Joel! We talked about this already! We discussed why we must - why I must - go through with this" Kroos grabbed his arm across the table, almost knocking over a glass "we cannot 'slip out', remember?"

"What's going down here, between you two?" Billy looked at them then at Moose "maybe like all four of us should just step outside and talk before - "

"That will not be necessary" Kroos looked at Billy "I know you are only trying to be helpful but..." he looked at Joel "we are past that point already."

"Joel you now givin us a load of shit like this wasn't your idea?" Moose almost grabbed him by the collar "like you never came over - "

"No it ain't like that! It was my idea okay?" Joel looked around in a hurry. Of course the guys he noticed first were Arn and Jerry and they were coming around the tables fast.

"Joel we have a problem here?" Arn came up behind Moose fast.

"Arn, Jerry" Kroos stood up "these are two friends of ours, Billy and this is Moose."

"Friends?" Jerry put on his threatening look "sure as hell ain't actin like no friends."

"Relax you guys we're all cool okay?" Joel slumped into his chair "nobody's starting anything okay?"

"You sure?" Arn looked Moose up and down, knowing he could take him. But not here, not now, not in the middle of this goddamn respectable Saturday night restaurant, for crying out loud!

"Everybody shake hands" Kroos sat down "we are all... on the same team here okay?" he looked at Arn "you understand?"

"So you two aren't..." Arn looked at Moose "y'know causing any trouble about..."

"The last thing we want is trouble" Billy looked at the two "that's why we were trying a last ditch effort to talk the doc outa... y'know..."

"Talk him OUTA that?" Arn looked completely baffled "say what?"

"Damn I'm an idiot!" Joel reminded his napkin.

"Yeah Merklins you are the biggest, I mean like the KING of idiots!" Moose looked at Kroos "especially after - "

"Wait! Before... y'know back at the..." Jerry looked at Joel "that was all bull?"

"No... I mean..." Joel looked down at himself "oh fuck..."

"What happened Merklins?" Moose whispered "y'piss yerself?"

"Joel?" Kroos looked at him.

"Doc ain't ya feelin... y'know beginning to feel...?" Joel was bright red.

"Yes I am but..." he glared at him "you did not!"

"Yeah... I did!"

"Joel... they are NOT for someone your age! You could do - "

"What are you two talking about?" Billy looked at them "Joel you gettin sick or somethin?"

"Maybe we hade better leave" Kroos started to stand up "Billy, Moose, we need for you to do us a favor by walking ahead of us alright?"

"Where?" Moose looked at them "you leaving?"

"No" Kroos nodded towards the kitchen entrance "back there."

"Why?"

"Billy, Moose, we really do need to leave now" and Kroos almost lifted Joel out of the chair. As soon as he was half-standing, Billy saw the problem. Joel was almost ripping the front of his pants apart with the force of his hard-on. When Arn saw the situation he said,

"You want us coming too?"

"Up to you" Moose said, and almost smiled at the pun. Only Jerry smirked back.

The four of the them started to clear a path through the thinning dining area, with Joel following close behind Moose's wide lead. Kroos followed behind them, looking as calm as possible. So much for slipping away unnoticed.

As soon as they were safe in the kitchen, Kroos took the lead. Several of the waiters and waitresses were a bit spooked to see this odd group invade their domain, and some of the cooks acted as if it were an INS raid or something, until they recognized Kroos. Billy wanted to say something but Kroos just silenced him and led them through the kitchen towards another door, leading into a service hallway.

"Where the hell is this?" Arn looked around "you know where we're going?"

"Kroos has been here before" Joel looked at them, then down at himself "shit!"

"Joel you had no business taking that!" Kroos started stearing them down the hallway towards a set of double doors.

"What'd ya do Merklins" Moose was looking around "overdose on Viagra?"

"That is exactly what he did" Kroos directed them towards the doors "how many did you take?"

"Just one Kroos okay?"

"That's still too much for someone your age" Kroos brought them to the doors and then stopped.

"He gonna die?" Jerry looked at them, half kidding half worried.

"No such luck" Moose glared at Joel.

"What's with you two?" Arn was getting strong vibes now "you two got history or what?"

"Yeah you could say that" Moose looked at Arn "but we ain't goin into all that shit right now okay?"

"Well cool it okay?" Arn looked Moose up and down "you wanna piece of the kid you deal with me first okay?"

"Alright alright!" Kroos stepped between them "no one is going to come to blows over any of this okay?"

"Funny way y'put it doc" Moose smirked "cum? blows?"

"So why are we standing here arguing already?" Jerry was more than a bit nervous now. After all he was still not sure what the two of them had gotten themselves into. This evening was getting stranger and stranger every minute. Man, this whole day was turning his life upside down! "are we staying or going Arn?"

"You guys are welcome to stay okay?" Kroos looked at them "just what do you know about all of this?"

"Well what Mort said -- " Jerry started.

"Shuttup Jer" from Arn of all people.

"Wha?" Joel looked at them "you two talkin t'Mort, I thought so. He tell you - "

"Enough..." Arn looked at Jerry daring him to say a word "enough to know we're staying."

"So you two cool with all of this" Moose put it more like a statement than a question.

"I guess..." Jerry looked at Joel "as long as we - "

"Jerry I mean it!"

"Okay okay, shit!" Jerry stood there "so what are we waiting for?"

"Okay here we go" Kroos looked around at the group. They were looking back and forth, almost nodding back at him when he gave them his questioning glare. Kroos walked over to the double door and tried the handle. When it didn't budge he knocked. Three short raps then two. After a moment or three, they heard the sound of the door being unlocked from within. It opened with a gawd-awful squeeling whine and someone the guys did not recognize ushered them in. Here we go, Joel muttered to himself. Too late to turn back now. Which is why he was the last one through the entrance.

"Wait here" Kroos turned to Billy and Moose "and make sure you do not start any trouble" which was directed more at Joel than the rest. But he looked at Moose and Arn last "especially between you two - "

"I'm not here to cause trouble" Arn looked around, his attention focused more on the equipment cluttering the room than on the others "man this is some sweet set-up you have here - "

"It is not 'my' set up" Kroos held up his hands "I mean it. All of you sit down" looking at the folding chairs piled against the wall "in those and stay out of the way" looking again at Joel "Joel?"

"What?"

"I am talking to you especially" he started to leave "I do not know what your plans were but these gentlemen" nodding at the two or three guys busy with the equipment, one of them in a black suit "are now in charge. So you want to give them no trouble understood?"

"Fine" and before Joel could say another word, Kroos was over there talking with the suit rapidly.

"Okay so y'wanna tell us who you two are and what the fuck y'doin here?" Moose started grabbing chairs and unfolding them in no particular pattern, one eye on them. Arn not to be outdone started doing the same. After a dozen or so were set down, the suit came up to them,

"Which one of you is Joel?" looking more intimidating than he intended. After several nervous glances back and forth, Moose spoke up,

"The dude with the bazooka in his shorts" slapping Joel on the back.

"You're with me" he put his arm around Joel's shoulder, more menacing than friendly.

"Maybe you better talk with all of us" Arn stopped arranging chairs.

The suit looked him up and down,

"You must be Arn. I'll be back for you later" and he directed Joel across the room towards the stage-like area. Arn was right behind them,

"Wait--"

"Later" silencing him with one word. He turned his back on Arn, almost daring him to give him an excuse to toss him out of there. Arn turned back to the guys and shrugged,

"Must be somethin those two -- " and he turned at the sound of the double doors opening. Mort came in, and behind him what seemed to be almost the entire group from the back dining room, with a few other faces tossed in for good measure.

"Looks like our friends here have started" he directed them over to the chairs, coming up to Moose, "someone already put you to work?"

"Naw..." Moose looked at Arn "we just... y'know until..."

"Well thanks" Mort signaled to one of the guys messing with the cameras "y'wanna take over here? The way we discussed?"

Moose gave Mort an odd look at that word but then Bo and Will were with him.

"So what's goin down here?" Bo looked at Moose.

"Fuck me if I know" he looked around the room, getting a better angle on what they were doing with the equipment. It looked like they had finished connecting both tripod-mounted camcorders to what looked like a high-end mixing board. Another guy had a camcorder on his shoulder, checking the cords. And a new guy was testing a regular still camera, talking with the guy behind the mixing board. Man, they even had some large boom microphones on long swing-arms over the area that looked for all the world like a locker room, except it was open on the side towards them.

"What's been doin?" Will looked around, his cockiness almost in check by all the activity around him "you dudes been back here the whole time?"

"Naw just five minutes like."

"What he been tellin ya?" nodding at Mort "what the FUCK's all this SHIT?"

"Will I fuckin don't KNOW okay?" Moose was trying to keep one eye on the Arn guy, sensing trouble brewing "y'think Mort tells me about this?"

"You his cousin n'all - "

"Well he didn't, get it?" Moose was watching Arn with one eye and Mort, re-emerging from that door on stage, with the other. When he saw Arn go up to Mort he broke away. He took two steps before Mort announced,

"Mark you're with me!"

"Moose remember?" Moose looked around, seeing a few guys making mental notes on his "real" name.

"Whichever... c'mon over here" and Mort directed his cousin away from the rest of the guys. They kept walking all the way to the cameras, Moose thinking he was going to be on stage at this rate. But then Mort steered him around the back end of the shower area, and kept walking, Moose's eyes getting wider with each step. Once they were back stage, Mort turned to him, almost slamming him against the wall. Had it been a real wall and not a stage prop he would have used his full weight. But he was not one to bust up his expensive set, not tonight, just to teach the kid a lesson,

"Okay spill it Mark. Just what the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck are you trying to pull?"

"You tell me cuz" Moose stood his ground, knowing this was all inevitable now "you tell me what kinda scam you runnin here? Who else knows about this?"

"Whatdya mean?"

"You tell the little wife all about your moonlighting making porno?"

"Fuck no" Mort was hoping he was bluffing "and you ain't gonna -"

"Gonna what? Go and tell the whole family what's goin down here? You fuckin nuts?"

"I'm serious Mark" Mort's forehead was pumping out the sweat again "you can't tell -"

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long those two dudes - Mister Jones and Smith, or whatever they call themselves today - how long they been blackmailin ya?"

"Shit Mark!" Mort steered him around another wall "there's the back-door. I want you out of here now okay? Before you get involved in any of this - "

"Don't you get it?!?! Mort, I'm already involved! How do you think I'm involved in the whole shitty mess with Kroos and...and all the rest, huh? You think you're the only member of the family up to their balls in shit? Well?"

"Mark, we need to talk - just the two of us okay? OKAY? But this is not the time or place. Now I want you outa here before - "

"Before the orgy starts?" Moose stepped away and went back to the corner of the stage, trying to see if he could get Ern's attention. But he was too far away, and on the wrong side of all the floodlights "no chance of that cousin."

"Please Mark I'm begging you now! Please leave before you get hurt!"

"Too late for that Mort, way WAY too late" Moose rubbed his hands over his face, surprised his cousin was not the only one sweating up a storm now "me and my buds - my team! - we're already been hurt by all's been goin down around here. And today I hear you're involved - yeah Mort I just found out today - and I had to come out here cause I didn't believe my own cousin was mixed up in all this shit! Hell, I thought one screwed-up fuckup in the family was enough - "

"HEY!" Mort was coming around the corner after Moose, not enjoying the idea of the two of them getting into a full-blown fight in public view "wait!"

"You and I got unfinished business" was all Moose said as he went back through the cameras and lights, almost tripping on the cables a few times. He hated to admit how much this was rattling him, how much seeing his cousin in this situation was a complete shock.

Mort failed to catch up with his cousin before he rejoined the group, in part because one of the "misters" stopped him for a quick conference. He went back to the forming audience, his clipboard clutched in his sweaty slippery grip,

"Okay everybody take seats when I call your names - "

"Shit man! No names!" from one of the adults no one knew.

"First names only!" Mort looked at him "okay Gene? Unless y'want me to tell -"

"Easy Mort easy, I just meant - "

"Okay Gene you first. Right here" and Mort directed him to the seat on the end. One by one he called off names from a list he had on his clipboard. He almost looked like their coach taking role-call in gym class. Moose was not surprised by the number of "johns" on that list.

Moose was seated between Bo, to his relief! and some guy he did not recognize. He was in his late thirties or early-forties, receded hairline, thin and fit like he spent a lot of time running or something. Of course he was one of the "johns".

After everyone was seated, Billy did a quick head count. There were around thirty-seven -- or thirty-eight he lost count -- guys sitting in three rows.

And he could see why Mort had to re-do the way they were setting up the folding chairs. First, they had to make room for more than they arranged. And second, Mort's assistant had repositioned the chairs so they were pressed right next to each other. Which meant a lot of the guys, especially the bigger dudes, were squashed in like cattle, their thighs rubbing against the ones on either side, their shoulders almost twisted sideways to make room. A lot of nervous dudes were on real "friendly terms" with total strangers. Only a few had someone they knew next to them, and only Mannie was lucky enough to be seated between two fellow students. Of course the two from South were not even in the same row. When everyone has settled down, relatively speaking, Mort stood in front of them, Mister "Jones" next to him.

"Alright gentlemen let's get started" mister "jones" began "as you all are aware you have all come here to see tonight's show, to see the doc... how shall I put it - "

"Get fucked!" Klu yelled out, causing several guys to laugh and hi-five him.

"Get... his well-earned reward" mister jones continued, hardly missing a beat "as you so well put it... Clarence?" he consulted his seating arrangement.

"Klu t'you man!" he quieted down.

"And I see you're in the front row correct?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Gentlemen, let me explain how tonight's activities will take place" Mister Johnson-Jones looked at Mort, who was not sticking around for what he was about to say. In fact the two had a serious "misunderstanding" before they agreed who would be delivering this speech "as you know, some of you have expressed interest in having the cost of your meal waived - no no, please hold your questions. Well, as you can imagine, we need a certain amount of 'participation' from some of you tonight, and for your 'involvment we are prepared to deduct the full amount of your meal, as well as..." he looked at those in the front row one by one "additional reimbursement for your 'involvement' you might say - "

"What?" it was Juan of all people, squeezed into the middle of the second row "you sayin these dudes really getting paid for this shit?"

"That is correct - "

"How much?" from Jerry, seeing Arn in front, hoping he would turn around so he could get his attention.

"Well first we need to establish who will be taking part in helping the doc - "

"You mean fuckin the doc" thanks Klu, yes that is what he meant.

"Due to the physical constraints of the stage" Mister Johnson-Jones' hand brushed the air in that direction "we have openings for twelve participants - wait wait before you all volunteer" looking at Klu before he had a chance to jump up on stage "in order to allow everyone a fair chance..." he produced the plastic packet Mort left with him, knowing this was his problem now "starting with you gentlemen in the first row, everyone take an envelope from here" opening the packet "do not I repeat do NOT open it" walking up and down the line as each of them took one of the small sealed white envelopes "there does everyone have one now?"

"What about us?" came from the second and third row.

"Your turn will come next" Mister Johnson-Jones looked at the first row.

"Y'still ain't told us how... fuckin much we get?" again from Jerry.

"Anywhere between several hundred to..." his eyes resting on one guy nobody recognized, then to Arn "to several thousand dollars."

At which point the room was up for grabs! That brought Mort running fast. He re-appeared from that stage door and with him was...Coach Bernan!

If the room was a riot before it went ballistic when they saw the Coach! And the fact that he was dressed in full football gear only made it worse. If that was possible. Several guys, mostly those on the football team were either bolting for the door or running up to Bernan, their fists at the ready. It took Mort and Mister Johnson-Jones and the Coach more than five minutes to bring the room back to something resembling order. Only then did they notice that someone had been knocking at the double doors. Mort went over to unlock them, with a key this time. He said something through the doors, and eventualy let in the three who had been waiting there.

First one through the doors was Jeff, who looked around the room until Hank waved him over. With him was the Soulman who spotted Billy in record time. Billy looked at Moose with the expression: I told you he would change his mind. Rounding out the threesome was somebody who was hanging close to the Soulman. If anybody looked like he did not belong it was this sore thumb; he had "trouble" written all over him.

At first everyone looked at him like he was Bo's brother or something. Somebody even turned to Bo to see his reaction, but Bo and Will, or rather their after-image were already disappearing around the corner of the set. Klu stood there, slack-jawed and speechless for a change, knowing he should be getting his ass out of there as well. But seeing this dude only made his dick do a little dance. But when Will's face reappeared around the corner and then his fist shaking in Klu's very specific direction, he knew it was time to moonwalk his butt outa there!

Big Hank's accomplice did not notice the first two go AWOL but could not help but watch Klu's hasty reluctant exit. Like Klu's uncle this dude weighed over two-ninety easily, but unlike him there was barely an ounce of excess fat on his muscular frame. And unlike Bo he was sporting a large moustache; a small dark goatee completed the look. Some guys kept shooting looks at Rocko, expecting him to react but nothing. Rocko looked like he had bigger worries than comparing biceps with the big dude.

The guy was wearing a white polo shirt, his arms and neck stretching the openings so severely one had to wonder why he didn't just spring for the 4XL size and be done with it. His smooth full chest showed at the unbuttoned collar and those dress slacks were cut loose but whenever he moved the muscles in his legs tugged and stretched the fabric to the point the seams were threatening to give way. And the way he just looked around made everyone even more nervous. His own wariness, almost hidden behind those black-rimmed glasses, spread through the room like cheap cigar smoke. Mort's reaction made it clear the big dude's presence was a total surprise to him, as well as the two Misters who were trying to do serious damage control.

So between his arrival and the Coach's sudden appearance -- in full gear to boot! -- the room did not know what to do or who to scream at first. It took some careful persuasion and even some coersions to keep the few, and perhaps the rest, from threatening to defect. After a few tense moments, three more chairs were added to the back row.

Joel had been sitting in the back room looking over the notes Mort had handed him, when he heard the explosion. He jumped off the bench and headed for the door to the stage. From what Joel could hear it sounded like the place was in total meltdown! He was about to follow Mort's footsteps when the other door opened. A guy he did not recognize, looking like some goddamn professional bodybuilder, came in.

"Hey" he nodded at Joel and threw his bag into on of the storage lockers.

"Hey...?" Joel managed to get out, too busy checking him out without checking him out, his hand hesitating on the doorknob. But the guy continued to rearrange the contents of his locker like this was a daily routine with him. Joel had to say something "who the HELL ARE YOU?" not knowing where to turn now. Should he follow Mort out to the stage area, to see if his friends were in trouble or what? The guy's comment decided for him.

"You must be Joel" the guy held out his hand "I'm Mark."

"Mark who?" Joel took the two steps back to him and shook his hand after a bit of hesitation "and how you know me?"

"Winters" he shook back, sitting down on the bench, starting to unbutton his shirt "and that kinda gave ya away" pointing at Joel's crotch with a chuckle "y'can't wait to see the Kroosman brought down a peg can ya?"

"That's what you think? It's like that?" Joel went over to where he was sitting and grabbed the two pieces of paper before Mark could steal a look at them "who ARE you?"

"You obviously ain't on the wrestling team" looking at the papers Joel was stuffing into his locker fast "and y'don't need to worry about those. I already got a good idea what's goin down tonight. Mort gave me the whole blow-by-blow story."

"Who the fuck are you dude!?" as much as Joel hated it, he was enjoying the show so far. Mark's torso, even though he was wearing a white t-shirt under his dress shirt, was showing a whole gallery of muscles. Man, Joel thought, this guy must do nothing but lift weights for a living!

"So what'd Kroos do t'ya to piss ya off so bad?" Mark started kicking out of his shoes and socks, stuffing them into his locker.

"Look, I don't know what yer doin here - "

"What the fuck y'think I'm doing here Joel!" Mark stood up, unbuckling his belt "I'm part of your little Kroos Gets Fucked Show - "

"What?"

"And I expect I'm the one supposed t'be doin the fuckin" he unsnapped his pants, unzipped the fly and let them fall to the floor. He was naked from the waist down.

"Fuck..." Joel sat there, taking in Mark's exposed flesh, all corded muscle in high relief. His shaved crotch was showing at most a month's stubble, which only made his pierced uncut cock look even more impressive. Impressive and intimidating at the same time.

"You got it... fuck" Mark gave his cock a shake "and all the rest" he added, almost to himself.

"So you the dude playin..." Joel remembered what he read on the two-page outline "shit. YOU are Mark."

"Yeah, I'm playin Mark" he laughed, then started taking items out of the locker. Joel looked around the opened door and saw what was in store. Hanging in Mark's locker was a football uniform, pads and all.

"You really gonna - "

"Yeah Joel" he pulled the jockstrap off the hook and put it up to his face, sniffing it "I'm gonna. Shit, y'think they coulda at least done laundry since..." he gave Joel a look "how much you know?"

"About what?"

"About this joint?"

"Not as much as... just what Rand- " he bit his tongue. Fuck, what a big fuckin mouth I got.

"You know Randy then" stepping into the jock, watching Joel's reaction. Yeah, the kid was enjoying the show. Fine, let him.

"Yeah, that's who... I mean..."

"So y'gonna stand there and tell me this was all his idea now right?"

"No... I mean..." and Joel tried to explain as best he could, bit by bit. As Mark was pulling himself into the pants he looked at Joel,

"Ain't you getting dressed?"

Joel shook his head,

"I don't think so" showing Mark his locker "I'm not even supposed to show my face... y'know... on stage."

"Why? You one of the underage kids from that high school where - "

"I ain't underage!" Joel snapped before he could ask the real question: what underage kids at what high school?

"Then why aren't you out there in the audience? With your... other high school vigilantes?"

"Hey! Cause I told Mort... I mean I... I mean if Kroos hasta go through with this... then... I do too."

"What?" Mark stopped getting into the gear a bit shocked "what dya mean you gotta do it too? You sayin I'm supposed to fuck you too?"

"That really why you're here? To fuck Kroos?"

"Yeah Joel!" Mark looked at him like he was an idiot "I'm the hired gun okay?" he shook his crotch in Joel's direction "have cock, will fuck, okay?"

"You like a professional - "

"No" Mark sat down, or rather decompressed back down to the bench "I'm just a fuckin idiot who signed my ass away..."

"What? You signed..."

"Look kid" Mark caught his breath, then started to fish for his footgear "if y'don't know all about -- y'know the earlier shit -- well start with a guy named Moose - "

"Moose?!?!" Joel looked at him, a few lightbulbs going off "you? are you that guy from when..."

"Like I said, talk t'Moose" Mark was lacing up the shoes in record time "shit tell me he's here tonight too! Man, just get a load of his face when he sees me on the stage. That'll tell ya volumes. Okay?"

Joel was flabbergasted, his mouth hanging open like a moron. Between the Viagra and this private show, he felt like his dick was going to explode, even if he had been playing sex games all day. His idea of taking the Viagra now seemed very very stupid. This whole business had spiraled out of control, out of his control. Whatever half-baked thoughts he had concocted before about what he wanted to happen tonight were lost in this stupid crazy huricane he had unleashed upon everyone. The thought hit him now he was as much a victim as Kroos; they were both now trapped by his dickhead scheme, and all he could do was maybe minimize the damage to Kroos as much as possible. Watching this Mark guy get into his football gear was liking watching a gladiator preparing for the arena, preparing to sacrifice a few victims or not, all the same to him as long he gets his thirty pieces of silver. Only it was Kroos, and himself to a certain degree, who was the sacrificial offering to the powers-that-be. So he sat there and watched Mark with lust and dread combined in equal queasy measures. He grabbed the two sheets of notes again, hoping to find something like a loophole, an escape clause, something! Then Joel did was he always did when backed into a corner and his brain could find no logical solultion; he let his dick take over.

"So... Mark is it?" Joel pulled his pants open, showing the tube straining in his shorts "guess y'don't mind if I... y'know change too... get dressed...?"

"Thought you said you weren't..." Mark saw what Joel was doing, saw what was sticking out of his crotch "dude!"

"What?"

"Save it for the... never mind."

"What?" Joel turned his back on Mark as he lowered his pants and shorts past his knees. He was betting this guy was not THAT professional!

"Dude..." Mark looked around, his jersey hanging in mid-air.

"Can't help it I guess" Joel kicked out of his pants, standing there wearing his t-shirt and his bone. Before Mark tried to do or say anything more, Joel's hand and then his mouth were on Mark's crotch. Mark pulled away, but not as fast as Joel feared.

"C'mon Joel... not here."

"Why not?" Joel's hands were unlacing the front of his pants, and before long, Joel's mouth was on the pouch of Mark's jock, feeling it responding to his mouth and hands. Damn, Joel told himself, thought I was losing my technique after that Rocko dude. But this guy is throwing a bone so fast I hope all the blood don't leave his brain "c'mon, Mark" Joel looked up at his face, his hand taking over as the uncut dick was going from rubber to steel fast "I guess you're all keyed up tonight right? Lemme get this ass-splitter ready for ya" and his fingers pulled it free of the side of the pouch and before Mark could argue it was sliding past Joel's tongue and slamming his tonsils like a punching bag.

Joel thought maybe just maybe he could get the dude to blow his load here and now, and crazy thought! maybe he might pack it in and go home, just like that. If anything it would be one less guy pinning Kroos under his dick, that was the least he could do. Joel was bobbing up and down on that cock like it was a timed event when the inner door opened again. Joel almost expected it to be Kroos; he screamed and fell over when it saw it was not Kroos. It was Coach Bernan instead!

"COACH!?!?!" Joel yelled from the floor, his mouth dripping spit and worse.

"Joel..." Bernan gave him the slightest nod before turning to Mark "and who are-"

"Call me... Mark" he answered, stuffing maybe half of his bone back into the pouch like this was par for the course.

"Coach... shit!.. I mean what are you..." Joel was having difficulty catching his breath. He was rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand, coming off his knees as fast as it seemed appropriate.

"You part of this shit too huh?" Bernan asked Mark, all but ignoring Joel, and his interrupted blowjob and his hard-on, everything "what got you --"

"Long story" Mark continued dressing like nothing was going on.

"Same here" Bernan finally looked at Joel "where's the doc?"

"Coach! What are you DOING HERE?!?!"

"First things first, where's Kroos?"

"T-t-talking to Mort I think" Joel sputtered out "but... but..."

"Look Merklins" Bernan came up next to him "y'don't gotta say a word and I don't gotta say a word. It's gonna happen and that's that got it? So don't go making a bad situation worse by asking a lot of bullshit questions cause I ain't in the mood got it?"

"But..."

"Got IT MERKLINS?" and the coach was a coach again, all puffed up and dominating. Merklins visibly shrank,

"Yes Coach."

"That's more like it" he looked around, and started opening lockers. The fourth one had a note with his name. He read it and swore under his breath.

"What is it?" Joel jerked his head.

"Damn Merklins y'really did it this time" he crumbled up the note and looked at the contents of his locker. It was another football uniform like the one Mark was finishing with. Joel sat there and watched the coach pull the jockstrap out of the locker. It was torn but clean, with several large holes in the pouch. He looked at Joel, "suppose this your idea too?"

"Geez coach, all I wanted --"

"Yeah, I just been reading what you 'wanted' -- "

"It ain't like that" Joel sat down between the two, turning back and forth not sure which show was less stimulating "all I wanted was... y'know for Kroos to... y'know..."

"Well I don't know how much of this is your doin and how much is..." he shot a weird look around the room "but y'really bit off more'n y'can chew here Merklins I hope you realize that!"

"Really coach, I tried to talk Kroos out of it... but... he got this into his head he hasta go through with it... or else..."

"He's right y'know" Bernan pulled his shirt and t-shirt over his head, knowing Joel's eyes were taking it all in "he's not the only one got his neck in the noose."

"Honest coach I didn't want this to get so crazy --"

"Well it did okay?" the coach looked at him "so you just can sit your bare ass down and enjoy the show okay?" and he stood up and unbuckled then unzipped his pants. He made a point of pulling his briefs down below his knees, exposing himself to Joel "y'gettin off on this?"

"Like hell he is" Mark sat there, his helmet in his hand, almost dressed "Joel been boned up since he walked in here."

"Shit and I thought I was the one getting him all worked up" the coach made a point of giving his cock a stretch of two before sitting down to pull off his pants and briefs. Once he was naked he stood up and grabbed that jockstrap again. He looked at Mark,

"They want us to shower first or what?"

"Naw, I think that's all part of..." he thumbed at the door leading to the stage "part of the show, y'know?"

"No shit" Bernan stepped into the jockstrap and pulled it up. The torn pouch could hardly contain his balls much less his cock. He looked down and swore "fuck, I guess that's what they got in mind right?" swinging around to show the two how one of his balls, and half of his dickhead were poking out of two of the holes. At that moment the stage door opened. Joel and Bernan instinctively covered themselves. It was Mort with someone the coach -- or Mark for that matter -- had never seen before. Only Joel recognized him and again was shocked to see him. Arn sat down next to Mort on the bench, sizing up the coach big time.

"Arn this is the coach, MY coach okay?" Joel saw where he was looking.

"Call me Joe" he held out his hand and Arn reached over to shake it. It was obvious to everyone in the room they were sizing each other up, comparing each other's strength and resolve.

"Like Joel here said I'm Arn" he held the grip "a friend of -- "

"A friend of mine" Joel cut in before he could say anything "and this dude is Mark... something."

"Just Mark's fine" he waved but did not come over to shake hands.

"You play ball?" Arn looked at the gear, but then Mort shoved a piece of paper in his hand.

"Okay Arn, here's a rough outline of what we're gonna do tonight. Read it and if y'still wannna... y'still think you're up for it, your gear is in here" and he opened another locker. Inside was yet another football uniform. Mort opened the locker in front of himself, grabbed some clothes from inside, and headed for the other door. Just like that he was gone, leaving the four of them to sort it out.

"Now what?" Mark looked at Arn, taking him in as well "I'm getting hot just standing around here" pulling the jersey away from his belly, already a bit discolored with his sweat.

"Yeah y'look hot" Arn read the note, then tossed it into the locker.

"So what are they blackmailing you with?" Bernan started getting dressed, aware of the sets of eyes on him, especially what was struggling to break free of the ratty jockstrap.

"Blackmail?" Arn looked at him, then at Joel "is that what?"

"Like a figure a speech, okay?" Joel cut in, one nervous eye on his coach.

"Like hell it is" Bernan looked back at Joel, then to Arn "so?"

"Ain't nothin like that" Arn looked at Joel "let say some unfinished business from before ."

"Shit, Arn are you fuckin kidding?" Joel sat there feeling his own noose tighten.

"When you told me what might go down tonight... well I wanted to check it out" Arn finished stripping off his clothes, making a point of having the two strangers see what was hanging between his legs. The coach was trying not to notice but getting a good look in spite of himself "and Mark... y'don't haveta worry" he started pulling himself into his gear as well. Like Joe, he was being provided with a full football outfit, including ripped jock. In his case, his dick could not begin to be contained in the pouch, even if it was not full of holes. He simply pulled his long cock all the way through the largest hole and continued with the rest of the gear "like Mort told me, I got all of five minutes to get dressed, then we're..." nodding his head behind him "out there."

"Five minutes?" the coach considered the uniform in his locker and started throwing on the shoulder pads like a pro. By the time he was pulling the jersey over his head, Arn was almost finished dressing. As he did the inner door opened again and Mort reappeared, wearing what was to pass for an assistant coach outfit, complete with cap and whistle. He looked at Joel sitting there, still wearing his t-shirt and neon red hardon,

"You were supposed to wear these" tossing the plastic bag in Joel's locker "but we had a fast meeting--"

"We? Who's we?"

"Not your worry. We decided your job was just sit back here and chill out.

You've done your job, you delivered Kroos, now you sit it out Joel got it?"

"But... no!" looking at Mark, not daring to meet the Coach's gaze "I mean I gotta do this too!"

"Well forget about it!"

"No seriously I mean it! I'm the one who fucked up, now I'm the one--"

"To get fucked?" Mark looked at Mort then Joel "ain't gonna happen okay? This one is for--"

"Even if y'were old enough" Mort started.

"Which you ain't Merklins" Bernan finished.

"Which you are not" Mort continued "we could not allow you to..."

"To be on record gettin it up the ass?" Joel could feel his coach's gaze burning a hole in the back of his neck. But by this point he knew his spot on the team was already toast, he was more concerned with making in through the evening with something like his honor intact. Honor? that's a crock, he told himself. Even if I ever had any, this weekend wiped out the last of that "I don't care! I'm doin it!"

"You ain't doin anythin but sit on your butt and chill, got it?" Mort looked at the other three now they were all dressed.

"And cover up Merklins" Bernan said behind Joel "it's obvious all this got ya... excited" he smirked at Mark, but Mark just shrugged waiting for the curtain to go up "but y'don't gotta be waving it in our face!"

"Put something on Joel" Mort added, but without the snide tone, "there's an office down the hall you can wait there okay?" he looked to the other adults "looks like you meatheads really goin through with this shit huh?"

"Not by choice" from Bernan who was pulling his helmet out of the locker "where the fuck are our shoes?"

"Y'really think y'need shoes for this shit?" Mort looked at him, then at Joel, who just sat there, the bundled clothes in his hands, "well...?"

"What're these?"

"Joel, get dressed okay? Kroos just about walked out when I told him y'wanted to be... y'know... y'actually wanted to go through with this shit."

"Y'mean..." Joel looked at the clothes in the plastic bag, noticing they were similar to what Mort was wearing "these were for... y'know, out there?"

"Godddamnit Mort he's a fuckin kid!" Bernan glared at Mort "no way he coulda gone out there and do --"

"Joel you said --" Mort started to turn to Joel.

"Shit y'mean I can now?" Joel was pulling those clothes off fast "but you said I couldn't!"

"Well you still can't..." Mort looked at the coach then at Arn "even I was almost out-voted..."

"Not by those assholes out there?" Bernan was livid now "not by Brian and those other --"

"No Joe, not those guys... but by...y'know" Mort gave his a shifty look, one eye looking at the wall behind them "y'know..."

"Damn..." Bernan looked at Joel who was out of his t-shirt and in that costume as fast as his shaking fingers could fly. When Joel started lacing his gymshoes Bernan yelled "what the hell y'doing Merklins?"

"I'm getting dressed" Joel dug through the pile looking for his jock "Mort what's the deal? Don't I get a jock too?"

"Mort! We just agreed no way the kid's gonna -- "

"Don't bother looking Joel" Mort looked at Joe then back "even if there was one which there ain't! you ain't wearin one cause y'ain't goin out there."

"Y'mean all I was supposed to..." finding a pair of stretch cotton running shorts "these?"

"Those?"

"Mort I mean it!" Bernan was looking around the room "Joel put that shit away and forget all about this!"

"C'mon coach at least lemme get dressed" looking down at the thin flimsy shorts barely covering him "or not in this case.

"Are y'that horny? Is that what this is all about?"

"It ain't about horny" Joel pulled away from his grip, and stood there, feeling all their eyes on him. As he suspected, the costume made him look almost hot, but he reminded himself it would take more than tight clothes to make him look attractive. But even imagining how ridiculous he must look did not make his chemical-fueled dick shrink in the least. And these shorts were designed just for this effect. His cock was a very obvious tube straining against the gray fabric, every vein visible through the stretched cloth "it's about the doc, about Kroos, you wouldn't understand --"

"Try me Merklins" Bernan tried to stop him again but Joel pulled away "I'm your coach goddamnit!"

"It's somethin I need to do okay?"

"Joel you're just a kid! You're too young to be throwing your whole life away!"

"And you're not?" Joel looked at all of them "none of us are?"

That silenced the group. But that silence was broken by what sounded like all hell breaking loose from the other side of that stage door. Mort looked at his watch fast but it was not time,

"Sounds like they're ready for us" he was talking a mile a minute "everyone remember what to do right? fuck don't worry they'll be flashing ya directions and all so just -- well here goes nothin!" and he opened the door almost expecting the screaming to be replaced by applause or some shit. Luckily the coach was right behind him as they saw the riot taking shape in the shadows beyond the floodlights.

The three arrivals had taken their seats in the back row, Billy trying to get Big Hank's attention amidst all the clamor. After a few moments of Big Hank and the "Bo clone" exchanging loud comments over the yelling, Big Hank looked up and saw Billy. He nodded but then signaled him to sit back down. As he did Mister Johnson/Jones got up on a chair, looming over to the group, with Mister Smith at his side. Backing him up were Mort and the Coach, their uniforms almost adding an air of authority. At least for those young enough to take heed of such things.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen GENTLEMEN!!!" Mist Johnson/Jones yelled several times, until his voice lowered to that unmistakeable register which registered as that no-nonsense tone of absolute authority "gentlemen enough!

Now take your seats!" and one by one they did just that "Much better... now good evening to one and all" giving the last three a lingering stare "glad to see you all here, as well as you late comers" he arched his eyebrow "and I do mean comers."

That got a few snickers as well as a few exchanged jabs from the group.

"As you all know, tonight we will have a most special and unique performance, with our special guest of honor -- well you all know whom I mean correct?" waiting for the comments to subside, he continued "before we get started, and as we might have mentioned before, we know all of you are here to see, well let us say, see justice done, correct?" he held up his hands, quieting the catcalls and comments "very well very well..."

Mister Smith started to hand out blank pieces of paper as well as small yellow pencils as Mister Johnson/Jones stepped down from the chair and continued,

"Some of you have a good idea of what you would enjoy witnessing tonight. Well now is your chance to tell us, or suggest to us, your special requests.

As long as they are within the realm of... let's say... human possibility" he heard a few "damn"s and "shit"s but continued "and do not involve actual bodily injury or disfigurement, we will do all we can within time constraints to... accommodate your wishes."

Mister Smith finished passing out the objects in the third row, then both stood there a moment, exchanging a few whispered comments while the group stared at those blank sheets. One by one some of them started scrawling things rapidly, while others just folded the papers and dropped them to the floor. After a minute or two, Mister Johnson/Jones continued,

"All finished? Very good. Now, anyone who has a specific idea or suggestion please hand them to me" and he collected one then two then several sheets of paper, reading them as he did. He made a point of looking shocked "gentlemen, gentlemen, I am rather flabbergasted with some of these suggestions. I had no idea the doctor was so... popular" he looked at Mannie with an exaggerated expression "or UNpopular as the case may be" and a few started laughing and making nasty comments.

"Of course we must, by way of contibuting to a feeling of... amiable fellowship... we propose a few minor conditions..." he looked at them, then at Mannie in particular "if you truly wish to see the doc subjected to.. such activities" Mannie started to squirm a bit "there would be a price -- "

"I ain't payin shit!" Mannie yelled.

"--and it would make little sense for you to pay money after we just finished offering your meals gratis... as well as offering to reimburse for your... participation... yes we anticipated your reluctance to offer money, we understand that" he looked at Mister Smith who was returning with a clipboard "so now we come to the matter of the six openings, because we can only accomodate six participants on stage."

Several hands shot up, only to have them yanked back down by their teammates. When it became apparent several of the adults hands were staying up, the two Misters exchanged some whispered comments as Mister Smith jotted notes on the clipboard.

"Well gentlemen" Mister Johnson/Jones nodded at Mort and Coach Bernan "it appears we can handle this from here, thank you."

"Hey Coach" Brian yelled "no way you gonna be up there" winking at some of the guys "are ya?"

"You ain't stickin round long enough to find out" Bernan looked at Mister Jones, tapped his wrist a few times signaling time's up! then joined Mort as they went back up to the stage and back through the stage door.

"All right everyone back in your seats" Mister Johnson/Jones watched as everyone was back to their seats fast, although not all in the same spots as before "and I must insist when I say 'your seats' I mean just that" looking at a few of the football team who had clumped together in the third row "is that where you were before?"

"You bet!" Brian yelled out.

"Not exactly" Mister Smith began reading names -- first names! -- and that made sure everyone was scrambling back where they were assigned originally. As he did he noticed the empty seats then referred to his list "and where are... ?" pointing to the two vacancies in the first row and two in the second.

"They left" Gill was glad that father-son team on his left had decided to take a pass on whatever was coming. He was almost alarmed he was seated next to them at first, not knowing what he and Chuck were doing here for starters. But knowing Chuck's past "adventures" it could not be good.

"Is that right?" Mister Johnson/Jones and Smith exchanged a few comments "well we must waste no more time getting to our evening's scheduled activities. If you..." pointing to everyone left in the front row "could shift down to your left, same as you and yes you in the second row. Yes and you two hiding in back can sit there" pointing to the remaining seats in the second row "and there. All great friends now right?"

As the grumbling nervous guys shifted and squeaked their ways to new chairs Mister Johnson/Jones continued,

"Now as for the... lucky six... no let me continue we are starting in a few minutes as soon as we settle this little matter... the lucky six who will be able to participate on stage and..." looking at Mannie "maybe fulfil your most excessive fantasies... we understand there are more gentlemen who wish to... let's say make the doctor feel filled with their big... enthusiasm" winking at someone in the back row "than we have openings, than we have physical room on stage. After all gentlemen..." his mirky smile was negated by his beady eyes "this is not some high-budget facility" no one laughed "so to be fair... and to make sure all have their chance, we begin by drawing lots. Now all of you who wish to join the group on stage please select one" holding out a manila envelope lumpy with mysterious contents. One by one the volunteers stood and removed a small marble. Some picked white ones, some red. A quick count showed six lucky guys holding red marbles.

"I guess this is a good thing right?" Moose showed his red marble to Ern way to his right. Ern gave out a small smile, then turned to see the Soulman holding a white one. His smile disappeared. Moose showed it to the two Misters "I'm in or out?"

"Red means you are lucky enough to--"

"No fair!" from several voices at once.

"Gentlemen gentlemen" Mister Smith raised his hands "at this rate we well never start!"

"What if I don't... y'know... I mean if I changed my mind!" from a guy standing in the back row. The prominent tube in his jeans did not look like it changed its mind.

"Lemme have it!"

"Me! Me!"

"Gentlemen gentlemen" Mister Smith with the hands again "remember some of you requested certain... activities be performed on stage. Now you must decide whether these six gentlemen are the ones you want to see... active on stage. For that you must bid on let's say this gentleman" holding his hand over a middle-age guy some of them recognized from the Y "and pay accordingly--"

"I ain't payin!" again from Mannie.

"Again you misunderstand" mister jones continued "while you gentlemen with the white balls -- "

"Blue balls!" Brian yelled getting a laugh from the second row and an elbow to the ribs for good measure.

"Non-red balls" Mister Johnson/Jones almost smiled "can either bid on this gentleman or if he cannot meet his bid for his activity..." looking at the guy "can submit their own... name instead."

"What activity are we talking about?" from the guy next to Mister Johnson/Jones.

"How much are we talkin bout again?" Mannie interrupted. The guy next to him whispered, you got a fuckin death wish dude? but Mannie repeated "how much?"

"That depends" Mister J paused a moment "it starts at two hundred and goes to two thousand --"

"What'd they gotta 'do' for two hundred?" came from a guy in the back row.

"As you can see we have a fully functional shower facility on our stage. All you need to do is use it --"

"Y'mean" from Moose now "I'm off the hook for two bills just for takin a fuckin shower?"

"Exactly."

"And the two thousand?" from the Bo clone next to Big Hank.

"That would depend on your... I mean to say... one's level of participation in tonight's proceedings. And providing someone--"

"If I'm getting buttfucked it's gonna cost ya more'n that!" that Carl guy glared at the guys he knew in his row, not daring to look behind him. He said it more to make a point than to suggest he himself would do such a thing.

"No... Carl -- "

"Call me Brian!" Carl smirked, waiting for the inevitable slap to the back of his head.

"No... Brian or Carl... for two thousand you would not be the one on the... let us say receiving end. Rather you would be the one -- "

"Sweet!" Gill shouted "you like fuckin puttin it down you payin two g's to some dude to slam it to...?"

"If you mean..." Mister J hid his smile behind his hand "if I understand your... phrasing, yes, that is correct. Anyone willing or... " winking at the guy next to him "interested in having the doctor bring them to orgasm, either orally or..." looking at Gill "any other way... yes, that is what we are discussing."

"Y'mean" from one of the adults waving his red marble in the air like the winning lottery ticket "you pay US to get a blowjob from the doc?"

"Remember, your fellow audience members must agree to bid, if you can convince them of your... abilities. Then we reimburse them!"

"Sign me up!" he looked like he was ready to start unzipping himself. Several guys stood up as well, but whether it was to advertise their hardons also, or to upstage everyone else, was for Mister J to sort out.

"Very well gentlemen... I hope now you have a better idea of what tonight's show will entail. Anybody who now possesses a red lot can submit themselves for bid. Anyone else who wishes to participate, but who holds a... 'non-red' ball, must arrange some settlement with someone who does..." he looked at several guys who were half out of their chairs "but now we begin with this gentleman..."

"What ya mean?" the guy looked at his winning red ball with a slight panic.

"What are you willing to do?" Mister Johnson/Jones showed his some of the requests "would you do this? or this?"

"GodDAMN! Who wrote that?"

"Never mind" Mister Johnson/Jones put the papers back on the clipboard "but I imagine you might have that answered once the bidding begins. I return to the question: would you be willing to do these things?"

He looked at the group, then down at himself, giving it a reassuring tug. Could he do it? Could he strip down, get naked, get hard, and fuck a guy with everyone -- including those cameras -- watching?

"Yeah... sure... why not?"

"Very good" and Mister J started the bidding for this guy to do it all on stage with the group looking on, cheering him on. At first it appeared no one was willing to raise the final bid, but when Mister J reminded them the bidder would be reimbursed, another of the guys from the Y yelled out the final bid.

"Next red marble?" Mister J looked around "who is the next eager participant?"

Jorge and Billy Herms were talking, comparing their red marbles. Jorge seemed to Billy to be rather casual about being the next "player", so Billy was doing his best to do likewise. The two of them started to stand when Big Hank caught Billy's attention, but Billy held his hands forward: it's cool, no sweat. However Big Hank was out of his seat, grabbing Billy fast. Behind him he felt the "Bo clone" joining their little discussion, or rather felt the heat radiating off the dude.

"C'mon Hank... lemme--"

"No Billy this is not something I can permit."

"Why not?"

"Boy y'wanna listen t'yo friend on this one" came the big booming voice of Big Hank's associate. Shit, he even sounds like Bo, Billy thought.

"Who are you?"

"Let's say... a friend" turning the oiliest look to Hank that Billy had ever seen. Even behind those glasses, this guy just radiated bad news. It was that look more than Big Hank's insistence that sent Billy's ass back into his chair. But not before Billy handed his red lottery ticket back to Mister Smith with a peeved sigh. As soon as Jorge saw that, a tiny survival instinct kicked in overriding his perpetual horniness and did the same. Mister Smith juggled the two objects like a pair of loaded dice.

"It appears we have two slots recently opened" Mister J held them up "any interests?"

"Okay" another of the guys from the Y stood, his slacks showing his dickhead pressing out the thin fabric "oKAY!"

"Man you sure are eager to put your head in a noose" one of his associates tried to tug him back down "they got cameras!"

"Ain't his head he wants in a noose" another Y guy smirked "it's his dick in a Kroos!"

"Y'really gotta film this?" the first guy asked, tugging himself down. Once he stood up he realized how clearly outlined his dick showed through his pants. In any other situation he would be mortified to be showing like this. Now? with all these guys laughing at the earlier joke, he realized it was sub-par for the course "I gotta show this" grabbing himself "up there?"

"That's right" Mister Johnson/Jones rocked back and forth on his heals, looking like nothing so much as an impatient traffic cop.

"But what about... like you dudes got enough cameras up there to --"

"Remember all faces, yours as well as theirs, they are all going to be covered, altered, what is the --"

"Pixellated" Mister Smith added from across the room"you will not be recognized" he chuckled a bit "well all least your 'faces' would not be recognized" glancing at Moose who started to blush.

"Explain how no one's gonna see any faces? How's that exactly?" Big Hank spoke up from the back, making a point of not looking at anyone. The innocent shrug added to the affect.

"We have special software" Mister J checked his watch "optical pattern recognition software, we have developed. And it works almost in real time --"

"Almost?" again from Big Hank.

"Yes there is a thirty second delay" he continued "and because there is an additional two-minute delay for transmission --"

"Transmission? You did say transmission?" Big Hank asked, very slowly and carefully.

"That is correct" Mister J waited for the reaction to subside "everything you see tonight will be transmitted to a... well let us say your eyes" he looked at Mannie "and suggestions will not be the only ones involved in tonight's entertainment."

"Could you be more specific about how you plan to broadcast this -- " Big Hank's words were being delivered with the utmost care and clarity.

"Gentlemen gentlemen, all of these questions can be addressed at the break, but now..." looking at the young guy sitting behind the "mixing board" who put on his headphones nodding back "now can we decide who is the next participant for tonight?"

"Give the kid back his ball!" from someone in the second row.

"He ain't--"

"C'mon Hank" Billy saw a chance to outmaneuver him on this one "it ain't--"

"Forget it kid!" from Big Hank's big associate.

"Okay me then!" from Brian the big mouth.

"How old are you?" a hard scrutiny from behind those black-rimmed glasses. Mannie felt like he was under a magnifying glass. At first he wanted to sit back down, the big dude intimidated him and then some. But shit! after all he had been through, after everything, this was easy money.

"Old enough pops!"

"Ain't answered the question. I asked you how old?"

"Your hearin's as bad as your eyesight? I said old enough!"

"If you ain't eighteen sit your ass down" from Big Hank now "you shouldn't even--"

"Maybe y'shoulda thoughta that about two months ago, before all this fucked up shit started okay?" he looked around the room, daring anyone to say anything.

"Two hundred for the kid" from the second row.

Now that he got his first bid, there was nothing to stop Brian. He gave Moose a look almost daring him and then Moose, not to be upstaged by the asshole Minnow, was on his feet as well. As soon as he did that, the dam started to burst. There was an argument going on between those two from South, but that Billy Hammes guy broke away from his buddy Stan,

"It's a fuckin shower okay? For two hundreds bucks I'd almost pay them to cool off, okay?"

"Bill you are a total fuckwad!" Stan let go "go screw yerself for all I care" and he threw himself back into his chair. But Hammes was determined to go through with this as well.

"Well all RIGHT!" Brian hi-fived the guy from South before he realized what he did "how much I worth now? More'n this fat crapper here!"

"That all depends does it not?"

"On what man?"

"Well..." Mister J stole the slightest look at Mister Smith "well, first the nature of the request... for example, this one: I wanna see the doc take it up the ass" looking at one of the older guys in the front row "that would start at three hundred at least--"

"What about mine?" Mannie was determined to stick his neck out.

"Well Mannie" the two misters conferred for a moment "that would be in the neighborhood of at least five..."

"Hundred?" Mannie almost swallowed his gum "five fuckin hundred?"

"Yes five hundred dollars someone would need to earn -- "

"But!"

"I'm worth it!" Brian grabbed himself, almost ready to drop trou and show dick like some county fair prize bull.

"Now in this case... Brian? in your case you would need to negotiate with one -- or in this case three! -- other gentlemen holding red lots to perform Mannie's requests."

"Now this is fucked up!" but he was drowned out by the next several bids. When Mister J saw the tide change he gave Brian a quick explanation.

"Got it!" Brian stood up again, his hand out "pay up dudes!"

"Providing of course..." Mister J delivered the statement like a sucker punch "that if you cannot find three willing fellow participants, you take the doc's place... of course."

At first there was a total outburst, a riot threatening to turn the evening into a total rout, then everyone shut up fast. Brian was back in his chair like a flash, not daring to look at his buddies on either side. Only when the guy on his right slapped the back of Brian's head did he realize he had been had! They were just yanking him around!

There was an ongoing clamor before Billy of all people spoke up,

"So who's next?"

"YOU are!" from that same guy again.

"He can't he's underage."

"Tough shit! I'm biddin three just t'get his ass up there."

"Billy no!" from Big Hank again.

"Just a shower okay?" Billy looked at Big Hank's companion "just t'keep somebody else from..."

"From stickin it to Kroos!" Brian's voice cut over the noise "like ME!"

"Or him!" Chuck in the front row pointed at Moose "you!"

"What about me?"

"You eighteen right?"

"Maybe..." Moose looked around, aware of his hand edging his red ball behind his back.

"And y'got a red one there right?"

"Red and big!" a guy in back yelled out "show'm!"

"Yeah show us!" Chuck nudged Gill next to him "show us y'can back up all your swagger and bluff. Y'think yer hot shit? show us!"

Moose stood there feeling the sweat beading on his face and neck. This took on an all-too familiar quality to him, standing there in front of a bunch of sex-crazed dudes, screaming for his blood. But this time he could call the shots,

"Okay first let's see if YOU can back up yer cocky attitude. Pay up!"

"Pay up pay up pay up!" the chant went through the group.

"Fuck" Chuck looked around, not pleased to be called out by this punk kid "like I gonna pay money to see some punk ass kid show dick, you fuckin nuts?"

"Pay up pay up pay up!"

"Or if you do not want to bid" Mister J tossed Billy's red ball at him. Chuck automatically grabbed it out of the air "you could earn it."

"Five hundred!" from Big Hank's accomplice "and y'better make good on it."

"On what?" Chuck tried to pawn off the red marble on Gill "here you take it!"

"Your funeral" Gill pushed it back "this was all your idea!"

"Not you" Big Hank's friend looked at Mister J "I mean you! Make good on that reimbursement part."

"Who's offering--"

But there started a great deal of haggling, threatening, bribing and out-and-out bullying until the six were selected, branded, and sent off to the slaughtering house.

Once the final six were herded to the left side camera Mister Smith left his spot next to the mixing board and collected the six together into something resembling an orderly pack of semi-willing victims. He rested his iron grip on the shoulders of the two closest to him,

"Very good. You will find lockers up there" pointing at the stage "where you --"

"Y'mean we really honestly gotta strip down standing up there?" one of the older guys said. Moose remembered him as one of the guys from the Y weight room earlier.

"Geez" Doug looked around the group, getting a few shocked looks from a few of them, such as Brian and Moose, and yes that guy from South "of course. If they gonna film us in the showers, they gonna film us there too! Even I got that figured out!" and he did have it figured out. At first when it came time for him to "show ball" he knew there was more at stake than if he could go through on this crazy bet. After his confession to Moose about being the only one to "accidentally" discovered the pay site, he knew he had to redeem himself somehow. Somehow all of this was his doing, like this Mort place did not exist before he paid the money to go into "Jock Exam" website and see if it was all true, if those few teaser pics were really who he thought they were! If only Moose had taken a swing at him, calling him every name in the book! he would have felt better. But this?!?! This continually devolving evening was all his fault, so when he opened his fist and saw the red ball he knew he was being called out. In front of his friends, in front of these total strangers, in front of the whole fuckin world! And if, only if he could not get hard, he would not respond to anything that happened up there, then once and for all he could prove to them, to himself! he was not gay! He was not the pervert he felt like when he went into that site and saw pic after pic of guys he knew from school, and the reaction it created in his pants. He had something to prove and goddamn if he was not going to do just that!

"Very well, you will find there are enough lockers I hope, and if not some of you might have to share" Mister J was being his soothing reassuring self again, knowing he had to get these guys over the last final hurdle. The guy behind the mixing board was tapping his watch "and the same would apply for the showerheads but gentlemen we need to start sooner rather than later. Also, in those lockers you will find some forms which you" looking at the older participants "and especially you!" nodding at the younger volunteers "would be wise to review and sign. It is not optional. If you cannot agree to those terms you are asked to return to your chairs. Now can we begin?" and he began to direct traffic in front of the cameras, elbow by elbow. Two by two they started to step around and over the power cables from the cameras suddenly aware of the brightness of lights. Once they were in the blinding limelight a few of them got nervous. But by that point a cruel testosterone-driven form of "chicken" took over, who would go through with it and who would wuss out. And no one dare wuss out, not now, not up there in front of the lights. They had stepped over that chalk line on the floor, passing the point of no return.

Mister J walked back to the seating area, leaving the other mister and one of the camera guys to start giving the group on stage some basic directions, the most common being "don't look at the cameras, act like we are not even here".

"Gentlemen" Mister J returned front row standing on the far side so as not to block anyone's view "please fill in those vacated chairs, yes all of you come up, yes that's right" and the rest of them sat down, no longer too concerned about who was next to whom. They were too busy watching what was starting to happen on stage, as one by one the guys were starting to inch out of their clothes, some more self-conscious than others.

When everyone was re-seated Mister J continued,

"Now it is time to begin our evening's long-awaited events" he turned from watching the development on stage "oh I almost forgot" looking the epitome of innocent absent-mindedness "how I almost forgot one minor detail..." he re-examined the seating arrangements, who was seated where and next to whom.

He even made one or two change seats, for no reason they could understand until it was too late "because I hope you will enjoy the show -- how stupid! of course you will that is why you're here!" a few grunts and chuckles from the group in deepening darkness "in order to... let's say gauge your level of enjoyment of our little show... and again in the spirit of collegial fellowship... I must request that you gentlemen honor this one last simple harmless request. First please remove your pants" at which point several loud arguments started, but Mister J hushed them pointing at the cameras "gentlemen remember we are now filming I must ask you to keep your voices down at least. And second, to prevent any... accidents, that you will place you left hand in the lap of the person next to you. Place, I must clarify, not fondle, not grope, just place... palm down or palm up whichever you find more... comfortable" he was talking more loudly, as the volume of the protests grew as well "and anyone who detects their neighbor grow more... excited... very well, more aroused" seeing several red faces and protruding bulges already "yes, like that erection there.. if you will raise your other hand so that we may...accomodate them accordingly."

There were arguments and shouting and several guys tried to leave, but Mister J was as firm now as he was placating before. Anyone who objected would have to leave. Right then and there. And that extended to so much as even changing their new seating arrangements. And there was, he reminded them, the matter of the restaurant bill. So with a great deal of arguing, which ebbed and then subsided to sporatic grumbling as more of them had to notice the guys on stage were stripping down fast, the hum of the cameras reminding them these guys meant business! The audience quieted down and one by one started pulling off their shorts or pants, holding onto their underwear for dear life. And there were those one or two unlucky ones -- or prescient ones! -- who had elected to go commando that night for their own unique reasons. As directed, they folded up their pants and put them in the small space beneath their chair and with much squeaking and scraping were back in their densely packed hard metal seats. And one by one those hands found their way to the person's lap on their left. And there were those one or two lucky ones who were left-handed, finding their palms in a familiar, comfortable -- or not -- position over their neighbor's crotch. And then the last of the house lights dimmed, a sound-track started and the Kroos Show was in full swing!