Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 30 by lennoxbear@gmail.com

The morning light was barely visible beyond the bedroom draperies. The alarm had gone off three minutes ago and Morning Edition softly filled the room. Sam lay with his right leg over Joe's legs as the young man snuggled in for a few more seconds of sleep. Sam lightly ran his hand over the broad shoulders and along the deep muscled crevice of Joe's spine before lightly caressing the round fullness of the beefy muscle butt. Joe moaned in gratitude. Sam's hand slid into the warm wetness between the welcoming asscheeks.

"Rise and shine buddy boy." Joe slowly rolled over and kissed Sam.

"This is like always the best part of my day, well, maybe except for the times you fuck me senseless." Sam smiled, slid his arm under Joe's neck and pulled him into a deep wet kiss. His tongue filled Joe's mouth as his hand closed around the stiff morning shaft and slowly began stroking it. Joe tried to protest but it was too late. Sam's passion overtook him as the intensity of the strong hand on his cock increased. The heat of the kiss consumed him. His balls screamed for relief. Several hot streams of rich thick man cream spewed out over the washboard abs. Sam quietly pulled back from the kiss.

"Now you're ready for the day. I'll go start coffee." Joe struggled to focus as he watched Sam's thick naked frame walk out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. Five morning minutes with Sam was enough to keep his balls churning all day and his cock in a semi-hard state. Bruce and Steve knew how to get the best of him in the office by making quiet remarks on Sam's bodybuilding and quiet handsome looks. Joe gave up long ago trying to hide his erection around them and would just smirk at them as they giggled. "Joey's got it bad." They loved to tease the lovestruck man. Joe would give them a sly grin and throw out a few lines of his own he knew lit their fires. He knew he would not being seeing them for a few minutes after that.

In any other office, those actions would be terms for sexual harassment. Working with Bruce and Steve and several of their gay and lesbian employees was open and relaxing, no hidden agendas, no secrets, and often heated political debates. He smiled as he stood up to wipe the cum from his body on the previous day's T-shirt. He made the bed and walked to the shower. They had a perfect morning routine. Sam would make coffee and get things ready for breakfast while Joe showered and shaved. Then Sam would shower and shave. He had gotten into the routine of shaving only about every third day. They reversed routines every so often but Sam enjoyed doing the whole breakfast thing for his boy.

Joe was browsing the paper in his shirt and tie when Sam emerged from the bedroom in jeans and a pullover. "A very casual day?"

"Yeah, lots of student papers to review and organize then I have a lunch meeting with Kevin."

"Danny?"

Sam snickered into his coffee. "We really need to stick to one name for that man. I know him as Kevin and Gus refers to him as Danny, very confusing."

"How's it going for them?"

"Great, hard to get Kevin to focus and not have that big goofy I'm-being-fucked-into-next-Tuesday-grin off his face."

"Oh like me. So things are working out?"

"Must be. The man's been super efficient, perfectly dressed in clothes that show off a very improved body. He and Gus hit the gym a lot and then fuck like bunnies I think."

"Well, this coming weekend should be fun for them."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to give them the second bedroom, sort of honeymooners stuff."

"Tim says their quite loud so make it the back bedroom." Sam nodded in agreement. "I gotta run. Early morning meeting with BS. See you at the gym at three. I'm all packed so we should be able to get outta here and be at Tank's for dinner by seven. It'll be nice to spend some time with them before everyone else gets there tomorrow. Later old man."

Joe leaned over, gave Sam another deep wet kiss, tweaked a very visible nipple through the shirt and headed to the garage. Damn, even through dress slacks that kid had one fine ass.

"You'll pay for that last remark later." Sam watched Joe drive away. He was about to head back inside when Vince drove up with his yard crew. Vince may be straight but he knew how to sell it. The short muscular blond jumped out of the big rig wearing a snug athletic shirt and jeans two sizes too small. The thickly muscled chest was a test to the material strength of the shirt.

"Hey buddy, trying to get an early start today. The weather doesn't look too great tomorrow and we have several houses to take care of and trees to trim. The usual."

"Yeah, well we do need rain. Hey the trees out back that you guys trimmed are filling in nicely, great job." Sam was almost a foot taller than Vince. It was all he could do to not grab the man and force him to suck his nipples. The perfect height. We're heading out of town tonight so the place will look great for the weekend, thanks." Sam watched Vince's crew get started. He admired Vince for hiring equally interesting gymrats. Mrs. Toomey came down the street just as he turned to head back inside.

"Oh Sam, wait. My son Brian called last night. He said to tell you that he and Thad would be a little late getting to the cabin tomorrow and not to hold any meals for them. Their loading up the last of their clothes for the move back here. It'll be so nice to have my son back in the area again after all these years. And that nice Thad. Oh, I could listen to that beautiful accent all day. Well, and he ain't bad on the eyes."

"Why, Mrs. Toomey? I wouldn't think you would notice such things." He smiled as she laughed.

"Oh my dear, I may be getting up there but I ain't dead yet. Divorcing that crazy husband of mine was the best thing I ever did. Gave me a whole new appreciation for the men out there. And for slightly chilly mornings like this and tight shirts. Later, I have to finish my walk. We girls are going to the day spa today. You men have a good weekend at the cabin doing whatever you do." She giggled as she walked away. Sam looked down at his shirt. His nipples stood out fully erect in the cool morning air. He smiled at her brashness. He walked back inside, grabbed his briefcase and gym bag and climbed in to the big Ford. Vince was already working shirtless as he drove away. Damn, missed opportunity to offer the pool to them for naked swimming. He made a mental note for next time.

Tank stretched his legs out over the seat of the barstool as he sipped his coffee and read the paper. It was a partly cloudy morning that could end up being one of those oppressive summer days with a late afternoon thunderstorm. A sharp pain shot through his right knee as he tried to get comfortable. The arthritis was getting the better of him. Harley had convinced him to stay home and take care of office business. He would go out and handle the final bid work at a couple of job sites, deliver paychecks, and do the grocery shopping. He winced with pain as he stood up to get another cup of coffee.

"You escaped one problem with that spot on your lung but the knees are pretty bad eh?" Harley walked into the kitchen from the bedroom and picked up a thermos of coffee Tank had made for him.

"Oh fuck I hate this. Not so much the pain as the way it keeps me from doing things I always do."

"Well, you're just going to have to accept the fact you won't be squatting the mega-weight anymore at the gym. Besides, most men 20 years younger than you don't have tree trunk legs like that. You deserve to relax and take it easy."

"You could stay home and help me."

Harley groped the big cock through the worn denim shorts. "I'd like to but I think our men would appreciate getting paid. And you already fucked the bejesus out of me this morning."

"At least we know my dick still works."

"Indeed it does. I left checks to pay the bills on the desk, and you have at least six calls to return to people needing estimates for work."

Tank frowned. "We have a back log now. I bid the last two jobs higher a bit just deter people but they still accepted them. And the delay in time."

"Our guys do good work."

"Gees, you'd think they'd slack off once in a while. Damn do-gooders."

Harley laughed. "Uh, I think they follow your example. You work hard but when you relax, well, most of the time you relax." Tank wrapped his thick arms around Harley's neck and planted a big wet kiss.

"Fuck, I love you."

"Right. I can feel those nine inches of hard love in your jeans. I'll try to get home early but it's pretty busy. And I want to get as much done since Sam and the gang is coming tomorrow evening."

Tank waved his hand in the air. "Oh damn, I forgot. Sam and Joe are driving in tonight after work. They want to do dinner around 7:00 or 7:30."

"Oh cool, great. I should be home well before that to get cleaned up and maybe get you to fuck me again."

"I'll be ready." Tank unzipped his shorts and let his stiff prick wave freely.

"You're a sick unit, with a thick unit. I can't believe I said that. Oh and don't forget to check the email. We're getting several hits a day since Header and Andy updated the website."

"Yeth Mathter." Harley rolled his eyes and headed out to his bike. Tank admired the way his work shorts hugged his muscle boy ass. He sighed as he shoved his stiff dick back into his jeans. "You'll just have to wait until later." He walked out to the pool to check the chemical read, stared at the test tube and squinted.

"Sooner or later old man, you're gonna have to get them glasses." He shot Header and Andy a threatening look as they walked out of the cottage to their bikes.

"My eyes are just fine. The tube is just smaller." Header and Andy just rolled their eyes.

Andy glanced down at the outline of the big dick. "Can't be said for that. You playing hooky today boss?"

"Yeah, the knees are screaming. I'm in need of some rest." Header nodded toward the hot tub. "Try that for a bit and see if it helps. Hope you feel better. We gotta run that damned slave driver we work for has us on a job in the next county."

"The damned prick."

Andy chuckled. "Yeah, it is one damned prick. Later boss."

Tank sipped his coffee, tested the temp of the hot tub and figured why not. He dropped his shorts and stepped into the tub. Damn it felt good. He could hear the computer through the office window beep as new email arrived. Later.

Ken and Ben were busy specking out a new piece of work when Steve walked over from the other workshop. Ben had only been working with them a few days but was already proving a invaluable asset. He didn't seem to mind the gay kidding that went back and forth between Steve and Ken or even when Matt stopped by and kissed Steve goodbye. He got along well with the guys and Angie his dog fit right in with Doober and Sam. A few customers who stopped by weren't quite prepared for the enthusiastic tail wagging greeting.

One particularly good-looking man who stopped by to discuss a custom piece received lots of crotch prodding from the three dogs. Steve finally put them in a back room to much whimpering.

"Sorry, they're loud and noisy and overly friendly."

"Oh no problem. It makes for a more relaxed work atmosphere I bet. My office downtown could use a dog running around to relax people."

"Yeah, they are a fun distraction." The three men watched the man walk back to his car with a preliminary bid in hand.

Ben sipped on his ever-present iced tea. "The dogs aren't the only ones drooling around here."

Ken blinked. "It was that obvious?"

Ben shook his head as he turned to go back to work. "The dogs poking the man had nothing on you two. You woulda been doing it if ya could." He looked back over his shoulder. "Don't even pretend you weren't thinking it."

Steve raised his eyebrows. "Hmm, maybe we do need a straight man here to keep us in line. We pretty much spend all or time with gay friends."

Ken snorted. "I hadn't thought about it until now. Wow you're right."

"Oh hey, your mail was still in the box, I put it on the front desk."

"Thanks. Uh, Bill and I went straight to the gym after work and when we got home we were busy doing something else."

Steve smiled. "Yeah we heard."

Ken blushed, but all color left his face as he stared at an envelope. His hands trembled as he slid it open. "Oh damn."

"Something wrong?"

"I was getting to the end of my reserve time but this letter says I could be called up again. Involuntary recalls bs" He slammed his hand against the wall. Ben walked back in from the other room.

Steve looked at the letter. "You could get sent back to Iraq?"

Ben closed his eyes and sighed. "Can you tell them you're gay and maybe they'll let you just finish out your reserve time?"

Ken shrugged. "I don't know. Shit, I'd suck off the whole administration if I thought it would keep me from going back."

Ben shivered. "Ooo, no. Even Iraq is better than sucking off those assholes." Steve looked sideways at Ben and laughed. "I'm sorry, that's one creepy group of men."

"What about Cond..."

"She's got a dick too I bet."

Ken laid the paper on the desk. "Okay, you guys are just creeping me out. What do I tell Bill?"

Steve sighed. "The truth. If anyone will be supportive, it would be Bill. He knows how difficult this is, but he'll stand by you no matter what."

Ken looked at the floor. "It may be time for that psychological appointment."

Steve fought back an evil grin. "We can verify that you're nuts."

Ben chuckled. "With friends like that..."

Ken tilted his head. "I'll be packing for Iraq soon."

Steve walked across the room as the phone rang. "You need to get right on that as soon as I finish this call. Ben, it's for you." Ben picked up the phone and chatted quietly with whomever on the other end. Steve and Ken could tell he wasn't happy. He hung up the phone and sighed.

Ken walked over. "Bad news?"

"Oh sorta. I was planning on going on this bike run this weekend and the guy who was going to watch Angie just backed out on me. He has a hot date all lined and is going out of town to shack up."

Ken shrugged. "Straight men, really! No problem, we can take her with us to Sam and Joe's cabin. She gets along really well with Sam and Doober so what's one more dog? She'll have fun playing with them and sucking up to all of the guys."

"You don't mind? That would be great, I was really looking forward to this trip."

Steve looked over the top of the cabinet on which he was working. "Bike run eh? Hot women?"

Ben rolled his eyes. "Easy women but that doesn't interest me. I mean, I like sex and all but I would really like to meet a woman who doesn't want me just for my body and dick. Sometimes I think pumping weights is counter productive. I mean, I'm a college grad, I like working with my hands and make an honest living, I don't go in for drugs or rough sex, okay maybe once in a while. But, they look at me and start drooling."

Ken pursed his lips. "Know a lot of gay men like that. Be patient, you'll meet someone. Um, in the meantime, it's a bit tough to hide the body."

"Well, I'm proud of what I've built and can I help it if I have a big dick too."

Steve giggled. "Well, neither of us are experts there not having personal experience with it but Ben, it is big and so what? You're more than your dick."

Ben threw his arms in the air. "Exactly, and the other reason I was looking forward to this is there was this woman at a restaurant where we went who was really nice and never once stared at my crotch. We talked about things other than just take me home and fuck me. She wasn't like that at all and in fact said she didn't go home with guys on the first date, and since we haven't really had a first date, I thought..."

Ken picked up the phone and looked at the number on the letter. "Then it's settled, Angie comes with us. We'll take good care of her. And you can go be sweet on this woman."

Ben smiled. "Thanks. The guys think I'm nuts to not want to have sex with every woman who throws herself at my feet but that just isn't me." Steve rubbed his shoulder. "Damn, you're one of a kind."

John hobbled around the house determined to do as many normal things as possible with a leg cast and a new smaller arm cast. His face bruises had healed nicely and his ribs only hurt when he breathed deeply. A problem that arose when he and Buzz pushed sex a bit too far. Buzz had been not only a great caregiver but had been very inventive when it came to the sex department. He may not have been able to work out in the gym and pump his body but his dick was way more than satisfied. Not being able to workout hadn't stopped him from going to the gym and coaching Buzz. His partner would only grumble about payback when the casts came off. He closed the lid on the washing machine and bounced back up the stairs to the back bedroom and sat at the computer. The online training courses he had put off were now almost all complete, his review and eval should get him a bit more money come time. The email hung a few seconds before opening. He clicked through and deleted the obvious spam crap but one with the subject line "Snake on the loose" made him pause. A frown spread across his face as he read it. Damn, now what. An accompanying picture caused him a moment of confusion. He sat at the compute closed his eyes and shook his head.

He clicked his address book and found the phone number. The voice mail system picked up. "Hey guy, this is John. I'm at home and received a strange email that I wanted to discuss with you, call me when you get a chance." The phone dropped back into place as he looked close at the picture. "What the helllll?"

Sam closed out several documents on his computer just as Kevin stuck his head in the door. "Hey big guy, ready to meet?"

"Sure come on in and have a seat." Sam admired Kevin's snug pullover and equally snug jeans. He had almost always seen him in a shirt and tie before but since Gus, well the flattering clothes were definitely an improvement. "I just printed an update of our proposal so let me run you a copy and we can review it together. How are things going with you and Gus?"

Kevin took a deep breath. "Good, really good. We get along really well and are still a bit like kids learning about each other but for the most part we can't spend enough time together. He's super and even though he's old enough to be my father he can plow, oh."

Sam laughed. "That's okay. I take it he's um, fulfilling your needs?"

"Filling is a good word. But one weird things and well, it's my problem."

"Problem? You aren't?"

"Having no second thoughts nor pregnant or any of that stuff but well. I have yet to fuck him. Not because I don't find him attractive, fuck knows the man pushes all my buttons. But I am so totally consumed in being his bottom that I can't make myself fuck him."

"Has he asked you to?"

Kevin blushed. "Yes. But well, I have this problem that if I come while being fucked, My dick just won't respond to fucking someone else. Shit, should we close the door?"

"Nah. My secretary is through that door and that hallway door is too noisy for any students or anyone else going by to hear. You thought of the little blue vitamin?"

"Oh it's not so much a functional issue as it is one of contentment after he rattles my fillings that I just melt into him."

"Hmm, so if Gus ever, from what I think you are saying, wants to lose his anal virginity, he's going to have to make you do him before he does you?"

"More or less, except that as soon as I'm next to him, shit, I lose all control. I've never met a man that I absolutely, have to have like Gus."

"So what you're really saying you selfish little fuck whore is you can't control your own personal need to get a good ass fucking."

"Well, if you're going to put it in those terms, uh, hell yeah."

"Soooooo, sex aside, everything else is going well?" Kevin nodded, "And you find yourself wanting to be with him all the time?" Kevin nodded again. "and you're sitting there getting hard on thinking about him now?" Kevin looked down at his crotch and adjusted his dick.

"It's that obvious?"

Sam laughed. "It is now."

"You asshole. Let's get this paperwork done so I can, uh, get on with it."

"Okay. Tissue's over there if you need it."

"Cunt."

"Tramp."

Tank had taken the signed checks in their perfect Harley envelopes and walked out to the mailbox. The morning sun was burning away the clouds and felt good on his bare chest and back. His knees still throbbed as he told himself the movement was good for him. He poured himself another cup of coffee as he headed back through the house to the office. Harley's post it hung to the edge of the screen reminding him to check email. It wasn't that he hated email but he did miss doing business the old way of talking with people on the phone or meeting them face-to-face. Nowadays, so much happened in email before an appointment was set, it had become way less personal.

There were six more inquiries for estimates that he crosschecked in the calendar. Harley would be proud of him. He gave people a choice of times, told them it was first come first scheduled and sent them off. Spam, email from Sam, obscene email from Harley who sent a picture of his butt to keep him company, and email about a snake. He frowned as the meaning behind the email sunk into his caffeine over-loaded brain. The date and time put it at almost 36 hours ago. A blind address and reply only got an automatic response. He closed the email and flipped open the rolodex.

Tank mumbled to himself as he searched the Rolodex. "P, Putz, Pults, Pulz, damn why can't I remember, ah, here, cell, cell ,cell, good. Hmmm, 9 Am in Chicago, be there, be there, damn." He left a voice message and moved on to the next call for clues. It was nearly 30 minutes later when he heard noise from a vehicle in the driveway. "Damn, gotta hope that's Harley. Fuck, doesn't anyone answer phones anymore?" He headed to the window and pulled open the blinds. A large dark Yukon was heading down the driveway toward the main road. "Now who the hell was that...oh holy shit."

Tank hurried back through the house as fast as his sore arthritic knees would carry him. He opened the door just as the truck turned onto the road and sped away. A very confused, tired-looking and sad man stood near the door. "Well, I'll be damned. Son, I don't even know your name."

The man sighed dejectedly and shuffled his feet. "Snake sir. They decided my name was Snake."

"Is that your real name?"

"No sir, it's Mike, for real. I got called a lot of things as nicknames but the name really is Mike sir." The man looked rode hard and put away wet. "I'm not sure why they dropped me here. What am I supposed to do?"

"You were a cop. What do you think?"

"I'm a slave sir. I'm only good for sex sir." The man struggled to speak.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Uh, two days ago I think. I tried sleeping but the first day I was in the trunk of a car, and I, ain't exactly sure how they got me here. I'm sorry sir, Tank isn't it sir?"

"Yes." He looked at the tired disheveled man and sighed. "Is that all you have, that backpack?"

"Yessir. It's all I had when I left DC, somehow all my stuff was still in it. I didn't have much in the way of clothes. I'm not sure but I think one of the guys who helped me get away may have been one of the three men who originally took me to Chicago."

"Well, come on in and let's figure out what to do." The man picked up the backpack and followed him into the house. He walked quietly behind Tank as they headed for the kitchen. "Would you like some coffee?" The man nodded and Tank got him a mug. He was bigger and more muscular then Tank remembered him being a few weeks ago. "Open your mouth Snake. Jeez, they pulled every single one of your teeth."

"Yessir, better to give blowjobs."

"What did you eat?"

Snake shrugged. "Oatmeal, scrambled eggs, those protein shakes and meal replacements, lots of those and well, lots of cum." Tank went to reply but decided to wait. He pulled a couple of protein shakes from the fridge and set them down in front of the man. "Thank you sir."

"Sit. We need to talk." The man half sat on the stool and opened the first shake. Tank studied his moves then walked behind him. "I'm not going to hurt you I just want to look." He pulled up the tight shirt and saw the welts and cuts from being whipped criss-crossed across the man's back. The marks disappeared below his belt line on the worn jeans. He carefully put his hand on the man's shoulder and quietly spoke. "I don't condone what you did back in DC. That man who you beat up is a friend of mine and a fellow officer, but you need to tell me what happened when you left here."

Snake took a deep breath and emptied the first protein shake. "I am a slave now sir. I only give blowjobs and am used as a fuckhole for anyone who wants me." He went on to explain how he was whipped into submission. A friend of the guys who kidnapped him only a few miles north of Tank's house had pulled his teeth the weekend they were there. They covered his gums with some viscous salve and began teaching him to suck cock almost from the moment the bleeding stopped. This was the first he had had clothes on since they had grabbed him in the bar in Virginia. He had been kept naked and ready for sex 24/7. His captors would rent him out to groups of anywhere from 15 to 25 men who would fill his throat with dick and then fuck him full of their cum.

He finished the second shake and slowly stood up. The men had pumped him full of steroids and other experimental growth drugs then made him workout four to six hours a day between times he was whoring. The tight T-shirt came off to reveal two large rings through his nipples. All body hair except his eyebrows had been removed and he wasn't sure from the stuff they used if it would grow back or had been chemically burned away.

At first glance someone might think he was a bodybuilder in training for a show from the thick muscle mass but Tank wasn't sure the results wouldn't prove harmful in the long run. "I'm not saying this to be forward but son, you need to drop them jeans." Snake peeled off the tight denims to reveal a set of massive legs and a hard round muscle butt covered in welts and whip stripes. "What the fuck did they do to your cock and balls?"

Snake swallowed hard. "They would attach my dick to this pump thing that made it swell up and when that wasn't enough, they injected it with some kind of saline solution, sir. From what they said I don't think this is permanent, that's why they kept doing it. I have a pretty big dick but now it's, it's just fucking grotesque. And they gave me a PA? I think that's what it is."

"Yes Snake. I'd find a PA attractive if they hadn't created such a misshapen cock on you."

"I think that's because the stuff is already being absorbed. Will it kill me?"

Tank looked up. "I don't know. What about your nuts?"

"Not sure what they gave me but they tripled or more in size and they said it's permanent."

"Well, big nuts on some men are attractive so maybe that won't be so bad."

"What's going to happen to me sir?"

Tank looked him deep in the eyes. "I don't rightly know. We do need to notify the cops in DC and well, we'll see what happens from there. Like I said, what you did was wrong."

Snake looked down and studied his feet. "I know sir. It ain't so much I worry about facing the cops or jail, it's that I've learned things about myself and I'm not sure how to face the future."

"Such as?"

Snake's eyes were suddenly very calm. "The reasons I acted the way I did, and was being a freaking homophobe was that I wasn't willing to face deep down in side what I knew I was. And what I wanted." He told Tank about his family and being raised in a very conservative right-wing. hate-filled family. They preached against homosexuals and for that matter, anyone who didn't agree with them. Ever since he was a small boy he heard nothing but bad would come to you if you were one of them. He knew he was different in high school when he first started playing sports and felt sexual needs and urges filling his soul. He fought those urges out of fear of his family, becoming one of the hate spewing people he now knew were wrong. It was denial in the worst and a shield against them finding out.

"This all became clear to you as you were forced to being a sex slave?"

"Yes sir but after a while, they didn't really need to beat me. I was finally getting to be what I wanted. Okay, maybe being fucked by 20 men at a time isn't exactly what I wanted, but I need to be fucked. And I want to suck cock."

"Jail won't be easy if you go there you know?"

"Yes sir, as a cop, I'm dead meat. I'm gonna be someone's whore no matter what."

"But why the beatings?"

Snake looked away. "The one guy, the leader, is fucking nuts. I ain't never been scared as a cop and believe you me, that man scares me. He beat me just cause he could. Not to teach me anything to make me submit to sucking dick, just to beat me."

Tank sat quietly for a couple of minutes. "That part is over for you but you still have some difficult times ahead. We need to get you cleaned up and something on those marks. Follow me. Bring your stuff." Tank had Snake throw all his clothes including the few things in his pack in the washing machine. Snake followed him into the master bath and watched as Tank started the shower. "Go ahead." Snake carefully got under the steamy spray but Tank knew from the way he was reacting his back, butt and legs had to be hurting. He dropped his shorts, kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped in with him.

"I'm not sure I can forgive you for what you did to my friend but I can still help you. Stand in front of me and turn around." Tank carefully washed the man's back, butt and legs to keep him out of the spray. As much as he willed, his cock still stiffened at the firm muscular flesh under his soapy hands. "I'm not doing this to get a blowjob. I have Harley for that. We need to get your skin clean. I have some cream to put on it that will help." Tank was satisfied the skin and wounds were clean and carefully dried his back and legs. He showed him into one of the guest bedrooms and had him lie face down as he worked in the cream.

"Oh my gawd that feels so good."

Tank shook his head in disgust and disbelief. "It's one thing for someone to submit to the whip or rough sex if that's what they want out of a relationship. It's another to kidnap someone and force them to become a whore. I knew I shouldn't have left the bar that night. Maybe if we had stayed there you wouldn't have ended up this way. Maybe I could have stepped in and gotten you turned over to the police. Maybe...

"Maybe doesn't matter anymore sir. I'm willing to accept whatever happens. And that means walking away from my screwed up family and facing who and what I am."

Tanks wiped his hands on a towel and got up from the bed. "Why don't you get some rest? That stuff will take the sting out and you'll be feeling better. You should even be okay for a workout downstairs later." "I don't know how to thank you." Snake fondled Tank's big dick. "Except."

"That's okay. Harley and I play around as a couple. I don't go behind his back, no matter how tempted I may be by that fine muscle butt of yours. Get some rest. I have some work to do and will check on you later." Tank closed the bedroom door and headed back to the office. He picked up the phone and hit speed dial. "Hey Sammy, it's Tank. You guys still thinking of being here around seven. Great. Hey, I got a situation here and needs some advice."

Sam listened to Tank describe Snake, his arrival and explanation of his circumstances in Chicago. As the story unfolded, he put the phone on speaker and let Kevin listen. "Wow, that's right out of a fantasy. Uh, gee, this is out of my expertise but why don't I give Bruce a call. He's a lawyer and will have better advice then I will. I'll have him give you a call. Okay, we'll see you later then." Sam switched off the speaker and hung up the phone.

Kevin sat across from him wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. "This is the guy who beat up John right? Jees, it's like some weird erotic story. What can Bruce do?"

"I don't know. But several thing s have transpired since Snake disappeared so he knows who to contact in DC. Guess I should call John also. But first, don't go anywhere." He flipped open an old address book, found a number and punched it into the phone. "Hey Al, glad I caught you, this is Sam in Pittsburgh, good, and you guys? Really, good to hear that, we'll look forward to seeing you in P'town in August. Hey, uh, I'm calling because that cop who beat up our buddy John, yeah that one. What? Really? You're shitting me. Yeah, we're all going to the cabin this weekend. Joey and I are heading up there tonight. Okay, well, um, that certainly makes things a bit different. Yeah, let me know when you hear from him. I'll call you over the weekend." Sam hung up and stared at the phone.

Kevin leaned forward. "What? You didn't put it on speaker."

"Oh sorry. Uh, it seems that our cop friends in Chicago know about Snake being at Tank's. They must have helped get him freed. And the one guy who was partner to the kidnapping was the mastermind. Seems he also fears the lead nutcase out there and has split town. Packed up personal belongings, closed his bank account or transferred it, Al wasn't sure. Anyway, he's afraid of repercussions from this extreme roid freak. Al thinks he may be the one who dropped him at Tank's on his way to a safer place."

"He has as much to lose as the guy back in Chicago if authorities ever take Snake's story to heart and go after them."

"I would think so but I don't know. Al said he would tell me more later."

Kevin got up and stretched his long legs. "I better get going, I have two meetings this afternoon and then am meeting Gus for a workout. We're both taking off early tomorrow to drive up to the cabin. Gus makes it sound like a gay paradise."

Sam smiled. "I wouldn't say it's a paradise but it's a fun place. We're glad you can make it and get better acquainted with everyone. Let me know what time you think you will be there in case we're over at Tank's. He has a pool."

"Ooo, super. I'll bring my suit."

"It's clothing optional there and I'm sure Gus would like to show you off."

Kevin rolled his eyes. "I've met your friends, they all have way more muscle than I do."

"It's your whole nerd with muscles thing they think is attractive. Wait." Sam walked around his desk hugged Kevin and gave him a deep kiss. Welcome to our little family." Kevin smiled and shook his head.

"Thanks, it feels good."

Sam watched Kevin walk down the hall. He closed his office door, picked up the phone and dialed. "Hey Bruce, Sam. You aren't going to believe this."

Spence parked his car in the mall lot just as Zeke pulled up in his van to meet him. Zeke hung out the window with a big grin spread across his face. "Hey pig boy, glad you could get away for lunch. Get in." Spence climbed into the van and hung on to get his seat belt fastened as Zeke took off.

"Where we going?"

"You'll see. I have a little picnic basket packed, that's why I asked if you could take a couple of hours." Within minutes they were high on a hill overlooking the valley of homes below.

"Wow, this is great. I never knew this place was here, what's for lunch?"

"You. Get in the back. And get naked." Spence climbed to the back of the van and flopped on a pile of blankets and a small mattress. "Cozy, eh? See I do have food." Zeke pulled sandwiches from a local restaurant favourite out of a basket, along with lube and towels. "I was feeling really, really horny after you left for work this morning so I thunk up this little plan. Damn, even in a dress shirt that damn chest looks good."

"Uh, what if someone sees us?"

"From here we can see and hear anyone who drives up, plenty of time for you to hop into the driver's seat and pull away." Spence was half naked as Zeke pulled off his shirt. "Damn Spence, I can't get enough of you." He slipped his strong arm around Spence's neck and pulled their mouths together. Deep kissing and titplay always got Spence going quickly. In minutes, Spence was on his stomach as Zeke positioned his cock against his ass. Zeke's pole pushed its way deep as Spence groaned. He pushed up to make it easier on the only slightly challenged man. Zeke may not have great use of his legs but his arms gave him superb maneuverability for slamming Spence's butt. The big dick hit the right spot as Spence focused on not blowing his own load. A few minutes later he felt Zeke's cock grow. Several volleys of hot spunk shot deep into his needy soul. Zeke begged him not to shoot as he pulled out and flopped to his side. "Now give it to me. Spence lay on his back as Zeke finished him off with his hot mouth. He greedily sucked down the man's copious load and fell across the tight abs in rapture.

"Best lunch I've had in weeks."

Tank looked up from the pile of paper at the naked man standing in the office doorway. "Hey Snake, I thought you were going to try to get some rest?"

"I slept for two hours, that's about all I was getting at a time before, you know, when I had to uh."

"Yeah, Okay."

"May I get the gym shorts I had in my backpack and workout?"

Tank gave him a confused look. "Uh, they're still in the dryer. But you ain't a captive here so you don't have to ask permission to get your laundry out of the dryer. Go ahead, the gym's all yours, knock yourself out." A few minutes later Tank heard the clanking of weight plates from the basement and the huffing and puffing of a man pushing heavy amounts. He walked out the kitchen to get some water and an apple just as Cesar and LJ walked in the side door. They held two crock-pots and two foil wrapped pans in their arms. "Hey guys, what brings you over here and what's that?"

LJ looked at Cesar, "Uh oh, busted. That must have been what the message was from Andy that we missed. Okay, so it ain't a big secret, well, boss, Andy, Header, Cesar and I prepared dinner for tonight for when Sam and Joe get here on account you are always picking up the tab and we thought it would be nice to do things ahead and not be cooking when the get here and have more time to spend together and it would be a nice way to start the weekend, although we do have to work tomorrow..."

Cesar laughed. "Sentences LJ, break it into sentences. Come up for air."

Tank snickered. "You know it ain't like you did anything wrong, we really appreciate it, thanks. Thanks a lot. Smells good." He went to peek into the crock-pot in Cesar's arms.

"Hey, it's for dinner, it's not ready yet."

Tank pulled his hand back. "Okay. All right. Gees. It's just all I'm having for lunch is an apple and water."

LJ slid the pans into the oven. "Harley said he left you a sandwich." He opened the fridge door. "Here."

Tank looked at the plate in the fridge. "Oh, damn, hey, Harley was in on this? That little shit."

Cesar plugged in the crock-pots. "The only way we can surprise you with anything is to gang up on you. Who's downstairs working out?"

"Oh that, speaking of surprises." Tank filled them in on the situation with Snake. A few minutes later Cesar and LJ went down to the basement gym to say hello. Both were shocked at the now beefier man pushing huge benches and the dramatic change in a few weeks.

"Hey Snake. Tank just told us what was going on, I'm Cesar and this is LJ."

"I remember seeing you when I was through here before. You two didn't get a chance to uh..."

"Yeah we know. That's a strange thing that happened buddy." LJ ran his hand over the tattoos on Snake's shoulders. "I don't remember you having these." He fingered the large rings in his nipples. "Or these."

"No sirs, they added the tattoos and rings, and well a couple of other things."

"Yeah, I noticed."

Cesar slapped LJ's arm. "Dude quit staring. Sorry Snake, LJ's a bit of a size queen."

"It's okay." Snake dropped his shorts and displayed his swollen cock.

"LJ's head snapped back. "Holy fuck. Ain't no way I could get that in my mouth."

Snake quietly smiled. "You're not supposed to. I'm the one who's supposed to do the sucking."

Cesar looked at the man's quiet face. "That ordeal ended Snake. You don't need to do that unless you want. And, uh, believe me, this one would more than welcome a chance to suck your dick."

Snake actually blushed. "I haven't actually had anyone have sex with me cause they wanted to other than to pay to have sex with me, does that make sense?"

LJ got a pained look on his face. "Yeah it does. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like a freak, we want you to be comfortable here."

"Tank has been really good at that."

Cesar rubbed his arm. "We'll let you get back to your workout. See you later for dinner."

LJ hugged Snake. "Yeah, you're among friends now, but I still want to try to suck that thing." Snake laughed.

The two men waved at him and walked back upstairs. They stuck their heads in the office door.

Tank looked up and rolled his eyes. "I swear Harley finds a way of filling my life with paper." The three men talked about Snake. It was obvious to Tank that LJ and Cesar were both upset about what had happened to him despite his obvious crime against a friend of theirs. "Hey, do me a favour." Tank pulled money out of his pocket. Can you stop and get him some stuff on your way home after work. Couple of T's, some socks, a heavy-duty jock or two and maybe a pair of cargo shorts. He doesn't have much in that backpack."

LJ took the money and smiled. "Yeah, sure boss, see ya later." Tank listened as their pickup headed down the driveway. The clanking of weights resumed in the basement. He sat back down at the desk as the email tone sounded. "Oh good grief, two more estimates. Damned website. Oh Harley, Harley, Harley, we're going to have to hire someone."

He had no sooner finished answering emails and getting everything ready for the next day's mail when the phone rang. "Hey guy, yeah, it's been a weird ass day. Yeah sure, no problem. What? Say that again? Really? Huh, we'll whadyakno! Super, we'll see ya later, no, no, I won't say anything until you get here. Drive safely." He hung up the phone as a text message came over his phone from Harley. He smiled and headed down to the gym. Snake was sweat covered and pumped looking every bit a competitive bodybuilder albeit one with big tattoos, huge nipple rings and one enormous basket. "Good workout?"

"Yes sir, this is prime equipment. I love it. Got a great pump. But all this working out makes me horny. I feel like I'm in withdrawal not having sucked down any loads in a couple of days."

"Yeah about that. Seems like LJ and Cesar told Harley about what was happening here this afternoon, the rats. I didn't have a chance to talk to him. Anyway, he sent me a text message." Tank dropped his shorts and fondled his cock. "This is a gift from Harley." Snake took a deep breath and dropped to his knees in front of the big man.

Header and Andy walked into the kitchen shortly after four. They hadn't been working all that far away so the trip home only took minutes. They plugged in another crock-pot and put another pan in the second oven. "You boys bringing even more food?" Tank walked out of the office holding a legal pad. "You think we're feeding an army tonight or sumpin?"

Header twisted the cap off a beer. "Well, Sam and Joe deserve a good meal, and there's us, and Pete, plus Cesar and LJ."

"And Snake." Tank nodded toward the back hallway where Snake was relaxing from an extensive workout.

"Oh yeah. Cesar told us, what's going to happen to him?" Andy perched on the edge of a bar stool.

Tank rubbed his hand over his shirtless chest. "Still working out those details. And the food is appreciated. Bruce and Steve are also coming in tonight. Bruce has been checking into the legal mess surrounding Snake. And, maybe, just may, John and Buzz."

Header snorted his beer. "Oh shit. Does Snake know?"

Tank shook his head. "I don't think it's going to be a problem. He's made piece with what he done wrong. And he's willing to accept whatever he has coming to him. Doesn't even seem to be too worried about being a cop who could end up in jail."

"Huh, wow. I didn't have much of a chance to talk with him before, well, none actually. Those guys who brought him through here, slapped his ass in the sling and fucked him for two days."

Tank looked back the hallway. "No doubt, this is one bizarre little problem to work out. Now what are those two doing here?"

Cesar and LJ walked in carrying their gym bags and two boxes for dessert. "More food. Hey Tank, hope you don't mind, we thought we'd garb a quick workout and shower here."

"Sure, that's great. Harley should be home soon and will probably join you. I worked out this afternoon. The knees are too happy about all this."

LJ held up several more bags. "We have the stuff for Snake."

"He's back in the second bedroom on the right." LJ headed back as Cesar took his bag and headed for the gym.

Andy stretched. "I think I'm going to have a run and then a nice hot shower, you Header?" His brother nodded. "And you boss man, no sneaking any food." Tank waved his hands as if to say, `who me?' The two men headed back across the courtyard to their cottage. Tank walked back in to the office.

Snake was face down on the bed when LJ knocked on the door. He let out a small gasp when he aw the stripes and bruises across the big man's back. "It's okay. Tank gave me this cream and it really took away most of the sting. I feel, well, not bad. It helped me get through the workout."

"Uh, shit, still looks pretty mean to me. Hey this stuff is for you. Tank thought you needed a few things so we picked up some basics." Snake looked at the stuff in the bag and looked away.

"Wow. I don't know how to react. I'm sitting here in the house of a friend of the guy who I beat up and raped. I'm looking like some kind of hormonal muscle freak and exotic sex slave and everyone has been treating me like the long lost brother."

LJ sat on the bed next to him. "That's the way this group is. A lot of folks have been through a lot here, Vietnam, Iraq, AIDS, car accidents, loss of loved ones, you name it, but we always support each other. It's a pretty thick group of buds. And it tripled in size when Sam and his friends came long. I feel blessed to count them as friends. Whatever happened with you is in the past and these guys look to the future and how to make the best of it. We cold treat you like a shit for what happened, but then you probably wouldn't let me suck your dick."

Snake laughed and smiled. The first relaxed calm moment since before he had been kidnapped. "You really think you can suck this, this, messed up excuse for a penis?"

LJ shrugged. "Well, or have you try to fuck me."

Snake looked back down at the floor. "Ain't never had a guy say he wanted me to fuck him. After what I did to John, figured I was gonna be screwed to death in prison."

"Hey that's enough. Wait and see what happens. Cesar and I are going to grab a quick workout, wanna watch or join in?"

"Yeah, I could use a few more reps, feeling puny."

"Puny? Gees, they pumped you so full of whatever, you're almost as big as Sam, Tank and Bruce. Come on." Snake pulled his shorts, shoes and a T back on and headed to the downstairs gym. The three men quickly moved through an intense workout then relaxed in the sauna. LJ pushed Snake back on the hot wooden bench and licked his cock. Snake grabbed Cesar's fat tool and swallowed it whole. Snake couldn't really tell how erect his dick was anymore in its current state and was shocked as shit when a full load erupted from the swollen head. His mind raced over the day's events. Men were having sex with him voluntarily. He wasn't being raped repeatedly. There was no going back to the narrow-minded conservative life his family felt everyone should lead. They showered in the large communal basement shower. Cesar and LJ dressed for dinner while Snake snuck naked back through the house to get some of his new clothes.

Harley had spoken with Tank a couple of times during the afternoon. Tank filled him in between calls from Sam and Bruce. Tank was sitting in the den exhausted when he got home. But not too exhausted to get up and pull his boy into his arms in a tight bear hug and kiss. "I was a bit freaked by those guys when they absconded with Snake a few weeks ago. Never in my wildest dreams did I think they would do the shit they did and seriously force someone into prostitution. Damn, Harley, I was afraid to leave you alone around them. They can't be trusted. I'da been a wild man if they woulda pulled any shit with you."

The meaning behind Tank's words slowly sunk in as the big man squeezed him. "You're...crush...ing...me."

"You gonna go for a run with Header and Andy, or workout downstairs?"

Harley felt the big muscular chest against him. "Or you could just fuck me into a calm submissive mood before our dinner guests get here."

Tank walked into the dining room to find Header, Andy, LJ, Cesar and Snake setting the table and organizing the bar. Snake looked like a transformed man in a form-fitting T-shirt and shorts. He had shaved his head again but had trimmed his face to show the outline of a flattering goatee. "You look good Snake."

"Thank you sir and thank you for the clothes. I'll pay you back."

"You don't need to worry about that."

LJ stood to one side in a full apron. "Where's Harley?"

Tank smiled. A bright glint lit up his eyes. "He's, uh, in recovery in the shower. Give him a few more minutes. Cesar, you mixing some margaritas?" Cesar nodded and poured him one. "Snake would you take one to Harley please?"

Snake took the glass and walked back to the master bedroom, the door was open and he knocked lightly. "Harley? It's Snake. Tank had me bring you a margarita."

"Bring it in here." Harley was toweling dry as Snake walked in and stopped cold. "What?"

Snake looked the muscular young man over and blinked. "Damn. I don't remember you being this hot, er, attractive. Fuck, Tank's a lucky man."

Harley sipped the cold drink and grinned. "I know Tank gave you a little present this afternoon, so you know, I'm the lucky one." Snake laughed and agreed. Harley nonchalantly moved about the room getting dressed and chatting with Snake. Snake tried to avert his eyes but found the young man too attractive to not watch. "Tank told me about the nipple rings. They look pretty big. You going to keep them?"

Snake ran his hand over his thick chest and the rings that were visible under the T. "Uh, yeah, I'd like to. I sorta like them. They hurt like hell when they first went in, you're supposed to start with smaller rings and work up. These guys who did this didn't care but now I sorta like them. And it drives me nuts when someone plays with them during sex."

"Really? Huh. So, um, other things are okay?" Harley glanced down.

Snake blushed. "Yeah, things are showing signs of life. With all the pumping and the injections I couldn't tell when I had an erection or really feel much the way I was used to feeling, just my hand an all. But now, it seems to be back to developing a mind of its own."

"I sorta noticed that."

Snake's face went a deep red. "Sorry, but I saw pictures of you with Tank and thought you were handsome but in person, damn. Consider it a compliment."

Harley smiled and took another sip of his drink. "Okay. But, I gotta tell you with the testosterone going to be here and at the cabin this weekend, you'll be feeling a lot more down there."

"That's embarrassing."

"No, don't let it be, not with these guys. Lots of horseplay, grab ass, a lot of them play around together. Get over being shy real fast. Let's go get you a drink."

"I'm pacing myself. I haven't had a lot to drink these last few weeks and in my uh, altered state, it hits me fast."

"Makes sense. Now about that testosterone. I hear Sam and Joe. The levels are going up."

Snake followed Harley back out to the great room. Sam, Joe, Bruce and Steve had arrived and were chatting with the rest of the men. Tank threw his arm over Snake and pulled him close. "Tank, this is Sam and his partner hunk Joe. And that big man there is Bruce and his partner Steve." Harley watched Snake's reactions. First, to the big arm and hand over his shoulder and then to the four beefy men.

"Hi, I'm Snake and I apologize if we met before a few weeks ago but I don't remember."

Sam shook his hand. "As I recall, your uh, friends from Chicago, didn't let you out much to meet people. Tank's filled us in on a lot of the details but I'd like to hear a lot of your story maybe over dinner." Snake nodded. Harley smiled to himself as Snake looked back and forth from Tank to Joe. And then from Sam to himself and some pictures in the room.

Header tapped a spoon against a glass and announced dinner. "Okay girls, buffet is set up and hot, so get your beefy butts over there and commence to grazing." Snake helped Header and Andy with serving then followed the crowd into the large dinning room. Harley chuckled at the man's continued confused looks.

Tank suspiciously looked at Harley and then at Snake. "Stop it. I know where that wise ass brain is going. Snake let us fill you in on some details. First, Joey here." Tank leaned over and gave Joe a big wet open mouthed, tongue to tonsils kiss. He and I are related. Hence the resemblance, me being the more handsome." Snake nodded as the light bulb went on then pointed at pictures and then to Harley and Sam. "Well, son, there are powers stronger than us that show us the way. And that way meant for all of us to find each other. I truly believe that." Tank and the men told Snake all the stories of how they all came to be friends, were related, connected and had become a large overly beefy and horny family. Snake slowly ate what he could of dinner, sipped a margarita and worked to keep up with all the connections among the men.

Everyone added their own embellishments making the stories take on a much taller and broader and more humorous side. The explanation finally came to the present day and several questions were put before him. Sam put his hand across the table and took Snake's. "Bruce is a lawyer and has been making calls to DC and some other places on your behalf, but we need to hear from you everything that has happened."

He rubbed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The big chest stretched the fabric of the T revealing the outline of the oversized nipple rings and the thick layer of muscle now covering the body. "I think I need that second drink now." He spent 45 minutes telling them what had transpired from the time he was snatched from his bike in Virginia, to the first weekend at Tank's, his transport in sex servitude back to Chicago and of the days and nights of performing sex for which his captors made money. The sex acts didn't perceptibly bother anyone around the table. The explanation of the ringing, the PA, tattooing, the removal of all his teeth and the beatings did have an effect. "This all occurred because I was a supreme asshole and did what I did to your friend and a fellow police office, John, pulling two of my friends down with me. I can't tell you how sorry I am for that. I had a lot of time to think about myself these last few weeks. I looked at how I got to where I am right now and how I changed. I think I am better truly for what I learned. How I make that up to people, I don't know."

Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Sam and Tank. "We'll talk about some things in a bit. I need a break before dessert. What was that beautiful confection I saw sitting on the counter?"

Header and Andy beamed. "Pete's catering company makes a killer decedent chocolate cake and he gave us one for tonight. He apologizes that he can't be here but his company was hired to do a big job in Harrisburg, involved the cable home and garden TV channel and well, the whole nine yards. He will be back some time tomorrow afternoon and is looking forward to the weekend with everyone." Header, Andy, Snake and LJ cleared the table and worked to get the kitchen under control.

Harley walked back in a few minutes later and lightly rubbed Snake's back. "You okay? What you told us is a little disturbing, and you still have a lot ahead of you? And, well, I noticed when Tank put his arm over your shoulder, you sorta reacted."

Snake sighed and leaned against the counter in the corner. "This has been a lot to take in just today. I mean, I get dumped here not even 12 hours ago and I've seen more warmth and caring from people than I've experienced in years. I mean, I was a grade A, government inspected brand asshole and you guys have been way more then nice to me."

"We know to look beyond the thing you did at what's going on within. But it's more than what happened between you and John, what is it?"

Snake gestured with his hands and swung his arm in an arc in a sweeping gesture for the whole room. "When Tank put his arm around me, it was like a ton of bricks hitting me, I mean, wham. I don't recall my father ever, and I mean ever, putting his arm around me. Even to say, hey fuckup you played a good football game, or nice job on the yard, or even when I graduated from the police academy to say, I'm proud of you son. Never. He never said he was proud of me. It wasn't in their fucked up holier than thou world to show human kindness. Only to ridicule and fear things they didn't understand. It took me until I was 35 to understand that. Only until a dick was shoved down my throat, did I say, whoa, this is what I want. I've seen more love and caring and understanding in one day here than I've seen in my whole fucking life."

Joe leaned against him and nodded. "Yeah, a lot of my family comes from that same narrow minded way of life. You have to take control and say fuck them, do what is best for you. Well, so to speak."

Snake shrugged. "Oh, I ain't afraid of jail. I did a stupid, stupid thing and I wouldn't blame John is he knocks my teeth out when he sees me this weekend. Okay, too late for that." Joe covers his smirk. "And even if I get through this without jail, I don't think I want to go back to being a cop in a place where people don't value people. I don't know what they fear. I think that confused me when I was a kid and realized I was sprouting boners in the locker room because I was around other men. Oh man, I have a long way to go."

"Maybe. No matter what, these guys will still support you. If you get sent to jail, they figure you will pay your time and will be there as friends down the road."

"I'm not sure that would have happened with my family, or will happen." "Sounds like you have to put them in the past. Hey, Tank, Sam and Bruce want to talk with you in the den. I guess let you know what they've found out so far."

Snake sighed and Joe felt him tremble. "Nothing can be as bad as what they did to me in Chicago. Funny, for some reason, I don't want to disappoint these men."

"You won't." Joe let his hand trail down Snake's back as the big man walked away and headed for the den. Sam, Tank and Bruce were inside sitting in the big comfortable chairs chatting when Snake walked into the warm inviting room."

"Joe said you wanted to see me."

Sam waved him in. "Yeah, come in please." Snake walked in and before the three of them could say anything the man was out of his clothes and stood before them naked. "Snake?"

"I am putting everything I am into your hands. I've seen more humanity from people in one day today than I've seen my whole life. I can't be more humble to you than to stand before you naked and at your mercy."

Bruce got up and walked over to him. "When you described what they did to you, I wasn't sure I understood or grasped the results." He fondled the man's bloated cock. "Does this hurt you?"

"No, in fact it's sorta numb. I can't tell for sure when I have a hardon or feel the sensation I used to feel, uh, except when you do that." Bruce had run his finger over the piss slit and the PA.

"Oops, sorry, force of habit, works for Steve too." He let out a short sigh. "Sam and I have been on the phone a lot today and so has Tank. There's a lot that has to happen next week. We want you to know that no..."

The door opened behind them and all four men looked to see who had entered. John quietly closed the door and walked toward Snake using his one crutch to support his leg still in a half cast. They could all hear Snake swallow. He fell to his knees as John walked up to him, tears silently rolled down his face. "I broke your leg?"

John frowned as the other three men snickered. "No, uh, I broke it when I fell over a hill fucking Buzz, long story. Shut up you guys." Snake looked up with a totally confused and pained look on his face. "Stand up." The man humbly stood before his fellow police officer and turned as the man examined his body. John finished by holding his chin and asking him to open his mouth. He slowly shook his head and let out a long low sigh.

"I'm sorry man."

Snake tilted his head and took a slight step back. "What? You're apologizing to me, you didn't do anything, I mean..."

"I'm sorry for what these crazy fuckin' assholes did to you. You and me have a bit of talking to do to heal the wounds between us, but fuck. Buzz and me, and Tank and Harley have a master slave relationship but we would never, never in a million years do this to our men. Even if they asked. I couldn't even if he asked me to. Okay, the tats are sorta cool and the nipple rings but dude, what the fuck did they do to your meat. Oh and okay your nuts are hot too. Tank and Sam called me a couple of times today to tell me what these guys had done to you. I was more than a little confused and pissed actually. I mean, if anything, after it happened I should have been the one to punch your teeth out, but I gotta move on."

"John, I can't tell you how sorry I am and what a huge fucking ass I am for doing this. I don't know if I can ever make it up to you and I understand if you don't want to forgive me."

It was John's turn to look confused. Bruce waved him to a chair. "We were about to talk things over with Snake when you arrived. Snake, uh, you can put your pants on and have a seat. I think you may be surprised by what has transpired. John we weren't sure you would get here tonight."

"Buzz had a late afternoon appointment so we couldn't leave as soon as we wanted. Uh, Snake, Buzz is outside. You may have more of an issue with him than me."

"Understood."

Bruce pulled out a legal pad and took a deep breath. "Snake, there are a lot of details to work through. First, John here has decided to not press charges." Snake was obviously shocked and speechless.

John was sitting next to him and put his hand on his knee. "I had decided that based on things we had learned from Al and Jim."

"Those are the two cops who helped me get away?"

Bruce pursed his lips. "Yeah but for the sake of their safety back in Chicago, we don't know that, ya kno?" Snake shook his head. "Your buddies weren't charged either and are back working on the force but under administrative duties for the length of one year. They haven't said a word to your family. In fact, they really don't know you're here."

Sam leaned forward. "You, Bruce and I will be going to DC on Monday to meet with the powers there to present a plan for you. John is not pressing charges but the district isn't so happy. This is the deal. You may have to spend one night in jail while we work out all details. You will be on probation for two years and under the control more or less of Tank. And by control I don't mean sexually." Sam shot a look at Tank who smiled.

"Hey, can I help I think he's hot now?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"The authorities have agreed to let you have your bike back. We'll be hauling it in Bruce's truck cause we are going down to your apartment to close out your lease, pack up the stuff you want and bringing you back here. Anything you don't need or want will be given to Goodwill. I understand you have a pickup too and Tank and one of his men will be going along to drive that back. We can't let you drive until you've obtained a PA License. Okay so far?" Snake shook his head. "You are pretty much giving up your police job, sorry, neither city would let you back as a cop right now." Snake looked crushed.

Tank cleared his throat. "Instead you will be coming back here and working for Harley and me. We understand you have some construction skills and we need help. I can't offer you the money you were making as a cop but it will be decent."

"You're going to pay me?"

"Of course. And we can provide you with a small apartment over the other garage where we store equipment. Over where Cesar and LJ have a house about a mile from here." Snake's eyes lit up. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

Bruce looked at Tank and back at Harley "Oh? Anyway. There are some other legal details we need to work out next week, plus they want us to arrange for some, uh, anger counseling for you and a probation officer connection up here. Any questions?" Snake shook his head no.

Sam looked around the room. "A couple of things we need to do tomorrow. Tank set up a doctor's appointment for you for a complete physical keeping in mind everything you've been through. We hope for your sake you get a clean bill of health, but we need to be prepared for anything that comes back, you understand? Good. And next week, Harley is taking you to his dentist to get some dentures fitted. As hot as a blowjob may be to some in your current state, it's not the best for you. Oh and tomorrow, be prepared, the doctor is also going to try to drain some of that fluid out of your dick. The thinking is whatever they used would eventually be absorbed by your body and not be a problem, but we'd rather it be gone if possible."

"Wow, I'll get back a normal dick."

Tank waved his hand. "Welllll, it may still be a bit bigger than before but it won't look like a mini-blimp. And I think someone will be happier that it will be, um, bite sized shall I say?"

Sam sat back. "You okay with everything?" Snake shook with tears as he thanked the men. "You okay with everything John?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Snake and I can work through things. Buzz on the other hand."

"I will do whatever it takes. I'll be his fuck slave the rest of my life, just ask."

"He may take you up on that." The three men went over a few more details with Snake who couldn't thank them enough. He hugged and kissed all three then turned to John who held out his arms. "Don't squeeze. The ribs you did break and they are still a bit sore." He walked out of the room with Snake and walked back to the great room to confront Buzz. Snake took Buzz aside and talked with him for nearly an hour until Andy went to pull them back for dessert.

John waited for Buzz. "You and Snake okay?"

"Getting there. I really do think the man is genuinely sorry about all this. It's bizarre how being forced into being a sex slave, prostitute doesn't seem quite descriptive enough, for this, anyway, it made him face a lot of self issues. And boy am I glad my family wasn't like his."

John's eyes got wide. "Oh yeah, just wait until your brother shows up with his little fuck buddies and your dad with a boyfriend on his arm."

Buzz laughed. "Oh we may be a tad dysfunctional but we don't preach hate and fear the unknown. Or misunderstanding."

John pulled him tight in a bearhug. "You are going to get so lucky tonight."

"I'm lucky every night."

The group of men snarfed down the rich, dense cake and told Snake the story of John and Buzz fucking on the side of the road on their way back from DC with many embellishments. John just let it happen promising payback at another time. Sam, Joe, Bruce, Steve, John and Buzz headed back to the cabin as Header and Andy loaded the last of the night's dishes into the dishwasher. Tank stretched, threw his arm around Harley and patted his ass. "Time for beddy bye sweetcheeks." Cesar and LJ giggled and looked guiltily at each other.

Tank shook his head. "It don't matter to me boys but you need to ask him. Snake, these two want to drag you home for a night of debauchery in their bed, you up for that?" Snake opened his mouth to answer but Tank cut him off. "He's up for it, don't you boys break him. And have him back here first thing. WE have a big day at the doctor's tomorrow."

LJ saluted Tank. "Yes sir."

"And Snake, don't let them do anything you don't want to do. I think you should make LJ sit on that bigass dick a' yorn."

"Oh, I don't think it would..."

"HA, you kidding. We lost a fence post last week and I'ma still bettin' it's up there. Did you check Cesar?'

"What? I ain't putting my hand up there, are you nuts?"

Tank smirked. "Go fuck make babies."

The next morning a very tired and somewhat bent over Joe quietly made coffee at the cabin kitchen. Buzz walk down from the upstairs dorm in his underwear looking very much like he had a sleepless night.

"You too?"

Joe leaned against a kitchen cabinet. "I don't know what it is about chocolate but it really revs Sam's engine. I thought the man would never stop fucking me."

"John too. I'm not going to live to see 25 if he keeps this up."

Steve bounced down the steps already showered and dressed for the day. "Hey buckos, rough night?"

Buzz looked at him in disbelief. "You of all people should be walking bow legged. I mean we've seen what's hanging between Bruce's' legs."

"Uh, it gets easier with age. I've learned I can get little naps when he feels like drilling for oil."

Joe stared at the coffee pot. "Hurry up dammit. You are kidding aren't you?"

"Sort of. I can't explain how I make it work but he gets what he needs, I get what I need and I don't wake up looking like you two. You going hiking over at the park with us today?"

Joe closed his eyes and sighed. "Ask me in an hour."

Tank had just stepped out of the shower when he heard Cesar, LJ and Snake in the kitchen talking with Harley. He pulled on his favourite pair of worn jeans that showed off his package to its best and walked out. Harley was till looking a bit worn out but improving. LJ looked beat.

"Uh oh, too much party."

Cesar shook his partner's shoulder. "No, he's just sulking cause it didn't fit."

"Oh now that's something I didn't expect to hear."

LJ sat up indignantly. "Fuck you and besides it's not from not trying. It hurt Snake too much."

Snake shrugged his shoulders. "Who knew trying to fuck with this bloated beast would hurt so much?"

Tank poured himself a cup of coffee. "Well, we have to be at the doctor's in an hour so let's hope he can offer some relief."

LJ perked up. "So, if the doc can drain it, bad pun, sorry, will he be able to play?"

Tank rolled his eyes. "What, you can't give the poor man a couple of days to get a normal sized dick back? Cesar didn't keep you busy before?"

Cesar stood up to head out to the truck. "Oh Cesar more than got what he needed, but, well, um, let's just say there was another bond with the Snake man here. LJ, let's go. Harley, you going over to the Wells' site today?"

"Yeah, just filling my thermos and starting another pot for caffeine freak here. Be there in a few." He tightened the lid on his thermos, started the next pot brewing and turned to hug Tank. "Did you tell Sam not to go food shopping for dinner and you know big meal stuff?"

"Ooo, no, I better do that. You home at the regular time today?"

"Maybe a little early, depends. I'll call you." He kissed Tank, teased him for being an old man, picked up his thermos and helmet and headed toward the garage. He stopped to kiss Snake. "It gets better give it time."

Tank poured Snake a mug of coffee and sat across from him at the counter. "You okay?"

An emotional Snake fought to control his emotions. "Yeah. Last night was the first time two, TWO, men asked me to share their bed because they wanted to be with me. Not because I was the neighbourhood fuckhole."

"That should feel good."

"It does, but I still seem to feel like I should be in a sling somewhere getting gang banged by 20 men."

Tank took a deep breath. "That's why the DC people feel you should be in counseling too. It's one thing to work out the whole anger thing from what happened with John. This being forced into being a whore is another set of issues on another level." "Is whore different than pig?"

Tank giggled. "Cesar calling LJ a pig again? Yeah, I think you choose to be piggy about sex and play with multiple men. Big difference if you are forced to suck dicks while someone makes money off it. I better hit the can and finish getting dressed. We have about a 30 minutes drive to get there, want to stop for breakfast?"

"Sure. I showered over there but want to change shirts. I don't have any money though."

"I'll take it out in trade later." Snake smiled. "Go. Change."

Sam was busy scrambling eggs when his cell rang. "Hey Tank. What? Really? Who decided that. Huh, Joe know? That little shit."

Bruce sat at the kitchen table studying his notes from the night before. "What did Joe do now?"

Sam slowly turned and pointed the spatula at him. "You, are no more innocent. Seems all the food for the weekend was handled? Steve and Matt contacted everyone, including Joe, about picking up the tab to feed this crowd."

"Yeah so? Surprise!" Bruce shrugged and sipped his coffee. "Seems like a good idea. You pick up the tab on a lot of stuff, they were trying to help."

Sam walked over with a plate piled high with eggs and bacon. "I seem to recall you picked up the tab before."

"Yeah and again so? Sam, you and Joe have people at your house all the time, you go out of your way to help people, you do things for people without being asked, we wanted to help. How much of this P-town trip are you picking up?"

"That has nothing to do with it. Eat your breakfast, no wait stand up." Bruce reluctantly stood and faced the slightly taller man. Sam pressed their shirtless chests together, slid his hand behind Bruce's head and laid into him with a deep long kiss. "I love you guys that's why I do it."

"Could I have my fillings back? Gees, no wonder Joey's in a fog half the time. And we love you so consider it a random act of kindness." Right on cue, Joe walked into the kitchen in shorts and shirtless. "You're partner here just tried to suck out my tonsils, and I don't have any."

Joe giggled. "Kissed ya huh? Yeah, it has that effect. Curls my toes and straightens my pubes."

Sam scooped out a plate of food for Joe. "You don't have any pubes shave boy. Come here." Bruce waved his legal pad. "Guard your tonsils."

Steve heard the laughter outside where he had been sitting by the creek sipping his morning coffee. "Hey if there's random kissing going on here, I need some." Sam gladly obliged. He started another huge pan of eggs as John and Buzz reappeared from the front porch. John quickly pushed Buzz in front to get a kiss from Sam.

"IIIIIII don't know Sam. Last time you kissed me I was missing my wisdom teeth." Sam, his eyes closed to narrow slits, grabbed the big cop, placed a hand on either side of his face and gently kissed him, longer, and longer. When he broke it off, John looked longingly back at Buzz.

"Could we at least have breakfast before you fuck me again? I need my strength. "Something about the trip up here to the woods and cabin that revs your motor cop pig."

Steve lifted his fork. "Aren't cop and pig synonymous?"

Buzz shook his head. "I mean pig in a sexual sense. Believe me, cast and bandages have not slowed him down."

"Wait till they come off in two weeks."

Buzz sighed and whimpered. "Help me. Does Goodyear do retreads."

Joe mumbled through a mouth full of food. "Not on that ass buddy." Sam had been about to say something but decided it was better to just scramble eggs. The six men discussed the occurrences of the previous evening, the list of things that had to be done next week and how Buzz was handling and coping with Snake being there.

Buzz poured himself another cup of coffee. "Other than I still need to work through a few things in my head about his attacking my boyfriend, I'm okay. You put that aside and he's rather hot and attractive but lord, what the helllllll did they do to that man's dick? Good grief! I know a lot of men are into those pump gadgets but what they did is just grotesque. Bigger is not better in this case. The poor man, even if he gets stiff, can't do anything with it. The PA is sorta cool. But his shaft is so big you can't fuck...anyone... with why are you all giggling?"

John smiled slyly. "What about his nuts?'

Buzz blushed. "Oh damn, those are hot. I have a thing for big balls." All heads turned toward John.

"I'm blessed, what can I say? And besides, ain't no one here shy, you've all seen me bare assed nekkid. Buzz does a commendable job on my boys."

Buzz beamed ear to ear. "My dad would be so proud. My big mouth is finally good for something."

Tank had a list of errands to run while Snake was in with the doctor. He still had to wait 30 minutes before Snake reappeared from the examining rooms. He was a bit pale and wobbly but in generally good spirits. "Everything go all right?"

"What? With Baron von Dracula? Or Vampirella? They took enough blood for an army of tests. And then there's this?" Snake pointed at his crotch. "You ever had anyone squeeze saline out of your dick?"

"Can't says as I have."

"Believe me it ain't like a good hand-job. He managed to get a lot of gunk outta it. I'm not a squeamish person but I couldn't watch after a while and was getting a bit sick. He said it would be a few days before it more or less was back to being semi-normal."

"Semi?"

"Well, I have my normal length back, it's a bit thicker than it used to be but it looks like a Char-pei." Tank stifled his laughing. "It was a truly fucking weird experience sir."

"I don't doubt son, but sorta funny. So, you're saying that maybe now LJ can sit on it?"

"Yeah, not right away, I have some stitches but it's almost fucking size again. I never thought in a bazillion years I'd have a conversation about my dick with someone. Oh, and, Tank, I am, I uh, um, well, shit I need to talk about Cesar and LJ."

"Sure. I need to make another stop on the way home. We can talk in the truck. Then the guys are coming over for a workout so we need to head back home. You confused about something?'

"Everything."

Sam and his friends came over to join Tank and Snake for a workout at 1:30. Buzz and John also came along even though John was still not allowed to do anything in the gym. He enjoyed standing on the sidelines and coaching Buzz. And fondling between sets. The effect on Buzz was a lot of slapping of John's hand and tugging on his shorts to adjust his swelling dick. At one point he backed away from John and bumped straight into Snake who had been weighing in on his every word and action.

Buzz snapped around. "Oh man, I'm sorry, I didn't hurt anything did I. You did go and you know."

"Have my hose drained, yeppers?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Uh the stitches hurt a bit but compared to what I had before, I'm happy. It looks a little bit like a strangled chicken but it will get better." Buzz shivered at the thought of stitches in his dick but got right back to working out. A two-hour workout was interrupted when Harley and the rest of the guys arrived and joined in for their session. John headed upstairs to relax in the great room while the first shift spent some time in the sauna. Snake was the only one in shorts. After an increasingly loud round of throat clearing, he finally stood up and dropped his shorts. "There, you happy now."

A collective response of wow was followed by some close examinations and congratulations. Tank rubbed his beefy butt. "Never in a million years did you think you'd be having your dick examined by a bunch of gay men, eh?"

Snake thought a moment. "Actually it was a fantasy but one I was afraid to try."

Harley rubbed his finger over Snakes PA and piss slit. "Oh look, it's getting stiff."

Sam rubbed Snake's shoulder. "And so soon after the birth. You almost have your figure back."

Snake rolled his eyes. "You guys are so weird...sirs." The group, with the exception of Tank and Harley, headed for the communal shower. Snake hid his reduced dick from Cesar and LJ's sight when they looked over from working out. Being in a hot steamy shower with five big beefy muscular hyper masculine men finally had the long awaited effect on Snake. His dick stood out fully erect and throbbed.

Joe glanced down as it swung close to his thigh. "It seems to be back in working order."

Snake frowned. "Yeah but I wanted to keep it a secret form Cesar and LJ until later. Now it won't go down. Looking at all you guys and those absofuckinglutely huge horse cocks on Bruce and Sam, it won't relax." Joe motioned the universal jackoff sign. "I can't. Stitches. I have to wait."

Buzz walked over and grinned. "Well then, plan B. He slid his wet arm around Snake and played with his right nipple. His right hand slid in between the hard round asscheeks and found the target. "A little of this." Snake moaned as Buzz's fingers slid deep into his ass. "And right...there." He found Snake's quick release spot very quickly and massaged it for a few minutes. They witnessed thick ropes of man cream shoot across the shower and quickly run down the drain."

Sam threw his arm over Joe. "We either need to get a drink or..."

"Drink first." Buzz and Snake remained behind in the shower.

Snake quietly looked deep into Buzz's dark eyes. "You forgiven me a bit?" "Yeah. We have a ways to go but I'm better. You aren't nearly the asshole I thought you'd be."

Snake hugged him. "I'm trying so hard not to be but man do I have a lot to learn and catchi...uh oh." Both men looked down as Snake's cock stiffened a bit.

Buzz pinched the head. "I am not standing here all night finger fucking you, come on we need to help with dinner." He quickly twisted off the hot water soaking Snake in a sharp blast of cold. "That'll help. Besides I coulda lost my whole hand up there."

Snake shivered in the cold mist. He slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, you could." Both men escaped upstairs before the second workout crew hit the showers.

The rest of the gang began arriving from Pittsburgh by late afternoon. The arrangements for food were handled by Matt and the other Steve through Pete's catering company. Joe ducked out to meet them at the campground at four. By six, everyone was there except Steve and Matt. They arrived a few minutes after six in Steve's big Dodge with two dogs bouncing in the back. Ken and Bill had been there for an hour with Doober who was anxiously awaiting the arrival of his two doggie buds.

Sam stood on the side porch with Ken and scratched his head. "Did they get a second dog?"

"No, that's Angie. She belongs to Ben the new guy he hired. Ben is on a bike run and would have had to cancel when his dog sitter backed out. But we said we would watch her for the weekend. She's a really good dog, gets along well with Sam, uh, Jr. and Doober, doesn't beg people food and will happily sleep with the other two."

"Oh, no problem, she'll just add to the general mayhem. And how lucky can a dog be to be at a campsite among this many gay men? Sam Jr.?" Ken smiled.

"And again, who's the friend of Gary's?"

"That's Jack. He'll be going to school with Gary but right now he's being fuck buddies with Ron, cause Gary and Tim are still playing."

Sam sighed. "Every time we do this the group gets bigger. There's Jack, and Kevin, and now Snake."

Bill walked up and slid his arm around Ken. "And everyone seems to have a connection somehow and a reason for finding their way here. Kharma."

Sam furrowed his brow. "More like carma, we are going to be cramped for parking. Maybe we should put the bikes up along the north side and pull the smaller cars over there."

Ken laughed. "Uh, we may need to explain that for tomorrow, right now it would be total confusion to try to move vehicles."

Tank walked over with a big pitcher of margaritas and a straw. "Ah, this is perfect. Something cold to drink, the smell of ribs grilling, half-crazed, half nekkid men, can't get better. I gotta find Snake, you seen him?"

Sam pointed toward the far side of the out door pavilion. "He was over there with Cesar and LJ. There something happening there?"

Tank tilted his head and smiled. "I think so, we may have another threesome here soon. Speaking of which where Pete's and those two hooligan friends of mine. I'm hungry."

"They're setting up the line."

"Ooo, good. SNAKE!"

Sam rolled his eyes and laughed. "Is Tank a bit drunk?"

Ken watched the big man weave his way through the crowd. "I don't think so. I think he's just having a good time. And here come Brian and Thad in a big rental truck."

Tank grabbed Snake by the elbow and pulled him aside. "Forgot to tell you. Harley moved your dentist appointment to tomorrow morning. So you need to be back from Cesar and LJ's by 9:30."

"No problem sir. They brought their stuff and are staying at your place."

"Oh, then you need to tell whoever is fucking you at 9 AM that we need to get you fitted for your chompers. Speaking of which, didn't someone just say that? Oh I did. Shit I ain't even finished my first pitcher. Anywho, how you going to handle dinner?"

"Well sir, this is the first food that's made me damn near wet my pants in weeks. I can slice the meet off the bone and potato and macaroni salad aren't a problem. Pete's creaming some corn for me and well, I'll manage. But I do have one problem sir?"

"What's that?"

"I can't for the life of me remember names."

"Well, as long as you remember them two standing over there grinning like two sex-starved mutts, that's all that matters right now."

"Thank you sir. I hope I can make Cesar and LJ happy."

Tank pulled the man to him. "Son, I've learned over the years and especially with these guys that when it's right, it's right. I'll wager you a chance at that beefy butt o' yours, that before too long you're going to be in the midst of two fine men."

"That would make me really, ow, ow, damn."

"What?"

"My dick just stiffened and the stitches just pricked me."

"They pricked your prick. That's a good one. You use that cream on your back and butt." Snake nodded. "Good." SLAP! "That's a damned fine ass. Well, now I'm horny, gotta go find Harley."

Within minutes, the men que'd up in the serving line and began sorting into groups to eat. Camping and folding chairs were brought out of vehicles, blankets were tossed on the ground and suddenly the noise abated. Even the dogs settled down to relax a while. No one in the group was shy so seconds and thirds were met with understanding and enthusiasm. Tank and Snake had stocked one of Tank's trucks with coolers and drinks to everyone's liking. It took about an hour and a half but soon men were lounging against their buds in the afterglow of campfires, torches and way too much food.

Spence hustled back and forth to get whatever Zeke wanted. The teens were honest and didn't try to drink until the adults promised them one drink each. Bear and Tony figured out the sound system and had some quiet music going.

Joe snuggled against Sam wiggling his butt to get the big cock to stiffen. "Stop that, I know what you're trying to do. So Tank, can we do the usual and get the guys divided into groups if they want to workout or run or swim?"

"Oh sure, what ever you want. But we had another suggestion we'd like to offer up. We have a volleyball court over behind the cottage where Header and Andy live. You can't see it from the main house, pretty secluded. Needs to be."

Tim, Jack, Gary and Ron all chimed up with teenage enthusiasm. "Oh cool volleyball."

Tank waved his hand from side to side. "Not so fast young bucks. We play it a bit differently."

Gary got a sly look on his face. "In the nude?"

Tank nodded his head once. "Yep and one more thing we been working on all week. We play it in a pit of muuuuuuuuuuud. Sticky, gooey, chilly, squish between your toes, coat your balls, mat your pubes, exceptin' those who are shaved, mud." A collective ooooooo went up from the men. "But, no mud for you stitches boy." Pointing toward Snake. "And you wild man, in the words of Ms. Griffin's mom." He got up and wandered over to Zeke. "I ain't pullin' no gawd damn, son of a bitchin' wheelchair from the mud. Peter, Paul and all of the apostles." Zeke frowned. "Gawd damn. We're gonna make you the ref and dip you before the game." He held his arm out and Zeke pulled himself up. "You okay with that?"

"Do I get to fuck the winners?"

"After the games. No sex in the mud. We don't want no floaties spoiling the pristine prime mud we been workin' on. Sound good to everyone?"

A cheer went up from the group. The silliness started another round of eating from the huge chow line. Sam laughed as Tank came back over to sit down. "Tank, you are one crazy old man."

"Harley here's the one reminded me about mud volleyball. We haven't had enough gay men here to really make it interesting in a long time. Course the hard part will be getting them to play seriously. Throw a bunch of nekkid muscleheads in a mud pit and well, let me just say again, no floaties."

The rest of the evening went by very quickly as men wandered off to claim their bunks and privacy for the night. The teens decided to make the most of it and had brought camping gear. They set-up what amounted to a canvas Taj Mahal off to one corner and were soon stripped to their underwear and giggling away inside.

Matt and Steve were busy packaging leftovers for tomorrow's lunch. "Make's you wonder what's going on in there?"

Matt looked up at Steve and shot him an evil grin. "Somehow, I don't think they're sitting around reading Archie comics and wondering about Betty and Veronica."

Swede and Scott walked up with containers of beans, salads and chips. "Who are you calling Betty and Veronica?"

Steve shook his head no. "We're wondering what all the giggling is from the boys' tent."

Scott sighed. "Oh you silly white folks, always giggle about sex. If I was in there with those four boys, did you fucking see how much muscle is on those teenagers? What the hell are they eating? There's more muscle there than I thought possible at that age. Anyway, it would be like a sex holiday to be four gay young men in a tent away on a weekend with a bunch of men who don't care they're fucking each other senseless."

Swede helped Matt pack foil wrapped ribs in a big plastic container. "I always giggle when we have sex."

Steve looked up with a big wide grin as Scott nodded slowly. "Sadly, it's true, the man has a ticklish butthole. But I ain't gonna stop, nope. Bet I could tickle his kidneys if I tried hard enough.

Matt grimaced. "Okay, enough. I'm going to sprout major wood if we keep talking like this."

Steve hugged him from behind and cupped his large hands over Matt's furry pecs. "That's the whole reason we like weekend here at the cabin. We not only get to talk about it but we get to have sex all weekend in the middle of a bunch of equally sexy men." He ran his tongue down the back of Matt's neck and bit his right shoulder. Scott reached down and groped Matt's basket."

"Yep, we have achieved erect and bent and probably painful status." Matt only moaned.

Kevin was helping Sam and Joe store the grills and chairs in case it rained overnight. "Sam, this is beyond what I expected when Gus told me about it. It's a fucking homo heaven."

"Glad you like it. We think it's fun."

"How in the world did you find it? I mean when Gus said cabin and said all these guys would be here, I figured we'd drag along camping gear but it's like a small lodge. And you still have areas for tents. This is super."

"I lucked on it through a web search first. The fact that we made all these wonderful friends with Tank and his buds only makes it that much better."

"Gus was explaining all the connections."

"That is a bit spooky and I think there's another one brewing."

"Oh who?"

"Well, look over there. It's hard to tell in the campfire and torchlight but look at Snake and LJ. Think if Snake didn't have his head shaved."

"I'll be damned. They look very similar, still."

"No really study it when you get a chance in daylight. The eyes, the mouth. I have to ask Tank because I am embarrassed to say I don't know LJ's last name. Hmmm, but Tank does. Hey, before I forget. Some of us are getting up early and going for a run, you guys want to join us?"

"Uh, yeah, I think we'd be up for that. But it depends because I was sorta hoping I could trap Gus into being the bottom tonight. I think he wants to but like I said, I have to put aside my own needs to have that big daddy on top and do him."

"You have to make father happy."

Kevin drifted away in thought. "Oh I agree. Thanks for giving us one of the bedrooms. We, uh, tend to be a bit loud and are working on it. I think that's why Tim and his buds are outside in the tent. That and they can have four way sex. Who's in the other tents?"

Sam looked up. "Uh, Tony and Bear are over there. Ken and Bill are in that one. They have that big tent so they have room for the dogs." Sam smiled. "I don't think I ever went to a family reunion that goes as smoothly as weekends with these guys."

Kevin shivered. "I know I haven't." Gus walked over and whispered in Kevin's ear. "Excuse us, duty calls."

Joe tilted his head. "That was polite. I'd just say, we're going off to fuck now."

Sam slapped his butt. "Yes you would. And we will, go get ready." Joe gave him a quick kiss, twisted his nipples for effect and wandered off.'

Sam walked over to Tank with the last of the food and put it in the back of the truck. "That's it, should get us through lunch tomorrow."

"Good planning. So the guys who want to run said they will be over here at 7:30. Don't count me in that group."

"How are the knees?"

"Not good. Can't squat at the gym for shit."

"Well, we allllllllllllll slllllllllloooooooooow down sooner or later." Tank stuck his tongue out. "You'll need that for Harley later."

"Don't think so. I got a piece before we came over and we're both wasted tired."

"Hey, stupid question. What's LJ's last name?"

"Saunders, and I'm checking." Tank looked for Snake. "Harley and I questioned not only the names but the resemblance. I don't think they've noticed."

"You using the same group I used before?" Tank nodded. "How quickly?"

"Maybe by Monday or sooner if the records are readily available. Oh, Harley moved Snake's dental appointment to tomorrow, so he won't be running either and I think he regrets that."

"Oh well, from what I've been seeing, he'll get a workout tonight elsewhere."

Tank leaned against his truck. "We have ourselves another little partnership three way about to happen. I think those guys are hooked."

"Happens fast with this clan."

"Sure does buddy. Hey, we're taking off, thanks for the fun night. Tomorrow will be a hoot. Love ya." Tank grabbed Sam in his big arms and hugged him close. He watched as Tank's entourage of trucks and bikes worked its way down the dark driveway. The camp was quiet except for the obvious sounds of male on male sex coming from the three tents.

He locked the outside pavilion and wandered in to find Joe ready and waiting in bed. "Do I have time to shower?" Joe nodded.

"Make it quick. I need me some." Sam returned a few minutes later to find Joe asleep on his stomach, a pillow under him to raise his butt and a post it note stuck to his ass saying, wake me up. Sam carefully got down, pulled apart the deep muscle butt and pushed his face deep between his prizes. Joe groaned as Sam's tongue forced its way into the hot boy.

Sam made a slight face. "We used the unflavored lube, ick." His cock was already rock hard in anticipation. He straddled his boy and placed his cock against the warm crevice and pushed. It very slowly slid deeply in as Joe moaned even louder.

"Oh Daddy, yeah, all of it. Oh fuck." Sam bit along the back of Joe's neck and along the broad shoulders as he concentrated to pump his cock into the warm hole as slowly as possible. They may have had sex twice that day but it didn't diminish his desire for Joe any. The heat of his need washed over him. His arms slid under and around Joe. The young man pushed up as Sam pushed in slowly increasing speed. He found Joe's pierced nipples and played. Joe's breath caught but became almost one long moan.

The two men rocked away until they became aware of sex noise increasing in intensity in the bedroom upstairs. Sam slowed his pace. "Sounds like Gus and Kev are enjoying themselves." Joe just groaned. Sam picked up his pace again and realized from the squeaking of the floor upstairs that he was pumping in unison with the twosome. Joe sighed. "Not sure I can hold on as long as those two."

Suddenly a voice echoed. "Oh fuck yeah, fuck me Danny, fuck, slam my ass."

Sam stifled his laugh in Joe's shoulder as Joe buried his face in a pillow. "Uh, I guess Gus finally got to be bottom." Sam picked up his fuck rate and a few minutes later flipped Joe onto his back to jack off his boy as he unloaded deep into his lover. He slurped up Joe's thick cream and snuggled in against him as the start of round two came from upstairs.

Joe sighed sleepily. "Do you think the rest of the guys up there heard that?"

Sam spooned against Joe's hot naked body. "Uh, maybe. I tend to think they were all too busy doing their own thing or having a mass fuckfest to care." Joe mumbled and dozed off.

Sam was up early to make coffee only to find Tim already in the kitchen. Coffee was brewing and he was busily cutting up fresh fruit as a snack for the troops before the run. Sam hugged his shoulders. "Thanks for starting the coffee. How'd you boys sleep?"

"Sleep?" Tim looked up with a wide grin across his face. "We got a couple of hours but were pretty much one big lump. And don't ask for details we all took turns.

"Equal opportunity."

"Yes sir, although, gotta tell ya, Jack loves to get fucked. Gotta watch him like a hawk."

"Well, some of the guys probably won't try anything cause of the age thing."

"Oh that doesn't mean a thing to Jack. I think he and Ron will miss each other come fall, but Gary will more than rise to the occasion. And speaking of rising. Guess My Dad gave up his cherry to Kevin last night?"

"You heard that?"

Tim sighed and shook his head. "They heard it in the next county. I keep telling my Dad, inside fuck voice, inside Dad." Sam laughed and rubbed Tim's butt.

"Your Dad really does love you boys. I hope this isn't making any of your brothers uncomfortable."

"Oh no. They love the fact that he's found himself. And because it's Kevin, or Danny as Dad calls him, they like that even better. They all like Kevin." Several of the troops began filing down the stairs or inside from their tents as the smell of coffee filled the cabin and camp. A few already had on their running shorts, many were naked. Kevin and Gus were the last down to the applause of the crowd.

Kevin buried his face in Gus's shoulder. "Oh this is embarrassing."

Buzz wasn't about to let it go. "I hope you plan to make an honest man out of my father?"

"What and marry him?"

"Nah, I was thinking more along the lines of a t-shirt that said Bottom Boy." Gus grabbed Buzz in a head hold and hugged him close. "Oh gawd, I'm being hugged by my father and he's naked, ewwwwwww."

"Shaddup, you love it."

"How do you know?"

"Your dick's hard."

"Dammit."

The other runners from Tank's compound arrived a few minutes later with the exception of Tank, Snake and LJ. John, Bear and Bruce were the only ones not to run from Sam's camp. It looked like a track club worming it's way along the country roads as the men set out on a five mile trail led by Header and Andy.

Bruce at 55 was careful how much he pushed his knees and had already run his limit for the week. Bear didn't think he could yet do five miles. John fidgeted because he was bored not being able to workout or run. They decided instead to take the dogs for a nice walk. The runner's were back before they returned with the dogs that ran from man to man slurping salty legs. A breakfast crew formed and within minutes set out mound of eggs, bacon, fruit and more. The anticipation of the mud volleyball was building. At eleven, groups started to pack up clothes and things they would need and head for Tank's. The big man was expected back with Snake from the dentist by noon. LJ went along for company.

They arrived back to a driveway full of bikes, trucks and cars and the sounds of men working out, swimming or just lounging until the volleyball festivities could begin. The teens set about organizing teams. They were joining forces with Harley, Joe, Ken, Swede, Header, Brian and Buzz against, Sam, Tank, Bruce, Steve, Steve, Matt, Bill, Scott, and LJ. Snake, Cesar, Pete, Tony, Bear, Gus, Spence, Thad, Carlos and Kevin would make up another team. Andy and Zeke were line judges. John wrapped his casts in plastic, stripped down and climbed into a second high chair to be scorekeeper. Rob was fighting a cold and manned the hose for anyone needing a quick scrubbing. Header and Andy had connected it to the shower lines in the basement so it wasn't freezing cold.

Tank explained the rules of the game. "Now we don't want to leave anyone out of the fun, so guys, toss your targets." Spence and Bear grabbed Zeke and dragged him screaming into the mud. Header and Pete did likewise with Andy. All six men emerged covered head to toe. Pete brought out wooden deck chairs for the two men hoping to avoid getting Zeke's electric chair zapped. "It's official, let the turmoil begin."

John blew a whistle and the first teams took to the mud pit. The four teenagers took to it immediately and dove in headfirst coming up a brown slimy mess. Within minutes it was obvious that these teams were taking it seriously with the "old men" beating the young upstarts by a point after a hard fought battles. The teams took a few minutes to rest as the third group warmed up more or less in the mud. John sounded another whistle almost swallowing it from laughing. The second game began between the "middle men' and the `young upstarts.'

Tank stood on the sidelines laughing with his teammates when he heard a chime. "Uh oh, that's the doorbell. Had it put in so we knew if someone came in while we were out here. He walked over to a cabinet on the back of the men's cottage and opened a door to reveal a CCT security system. A tall, attractive, nicely built man stood at the front door waiting patiently. In the background behind the other vehicles was a dark gray Crown Vic. Tank frowned. He pressed a button. "May I help you?"

The handsome man in dark glasses looked directly into the camera and smiled. "I'm Officer Dodds from the DC Police Department. I'm here about a Mr. Saunders."

"UH, our understanding was that it was okay if we brought him to DC on Monday."

"It is sir but they sent me to confirm he is who you say and to be within close proximity for the duration of the weekend."

Tank smiled and thought to himself. "Snake wouldn't mind that close proximity."

"Okay, well, if you go to the side of the garage, there's a gate and I will buzz you past. Come around to the back of the house, past the pool and yard and around the little cottage at the back of the yard. We're in the back playing volleyball. You'll hear us." The man got a confused look on his face but nodded. A minute later Tank saw him on the camera at the side gate and buzzed him through. He turned to Rob and had him hose off his head and hands. The man walked around the back of the house and stopped. It took him a minute to realize the volleyball players were naked, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Hello, I'm Joe Tankersley, Tank for short." The man shook his hand paying no attention to the mud covered arm. So, you're looking for Snake, that's what we call him. He's over there, the one in the mud."

Dodds laughed and shook his head. "Do I get another clue?"

"He has the tats."

"Again."

"He has the really big nuts." Dodds studied the men. "This group, second row, middle man."

"Bingo. "I'm pulling your leg. You ain't taking him in are you?"

The two men made eye contact. "No sir, just here to observe if I may all weekend. I'll try not to be in the way."

"Well, unless you have a change of clothes or don't mind getting covered in mud, you probably need to shuck those jeans and join us."

The man hesitated. "I'm technically on duty, on assignment, you know."

"Do you think it matters a fuck to me?"

"No sir."

"Well, then get naked, grab a beer and relax. They're a couple of points from ending this game and I'll introduce you to Snake. Uh, you also realize, or maybe you don't, this here's all gay men."

"Um, they knew that might be the case, so...uh,...that's why...they sent me. Did no one call you?"

"No, but I haven't checked my phone for a couple of hours. You a mo?" The man dropped his head and laughed. He bit his lip and shook his head. "Well, then get naked and relax. We ain't going nowheres till Monday. The man stepped to the back and carefully undressed. Several mud men watched as he revealed a lean, muscular athletic body. He turned back and smiled at Tank. "You want a beer?"

He gestured. "I'm on duty."

"Fuck like anyone cares here. Game just ended." They watched as the men lined up to shake hands, falling in the mud as they tried to walk, many grabbing butts and dicks. "Well, let me introduce you. Uh, everyone...guys...LADIES! Fuck you're a rowdy group. This here is officer Dodds of the DC Police, here to keep an eye on Snake. Don't worry bud, he aint' taking you in. And guys, believe it or not, even though he ain't covered in mud, he's a mo like us." Dodds laughed. "And not bad I might add. Hmm, let me see."

Tank groped Dodds' cock and balls and left them mud covered and wet. "Not bad and I'm betting, oh yeah, looky it's a big un." Dodds blushed several shades of red but smiled at they joke at his expense.

"Hi guys. I'm really just here to keep an eye so to speak on Snake. Although, I can't tell him right now, oh there, big nuts." Snake looked down and covered his balls. "Sorry buddy, I know a man with big nuts when I see him." A loud `ooooo' went up from the crowd. "Oh he's gonna fit in just fine here. Except." Tank gave him a shove and he fell backwards into the mud. "Now he fits in." Snake was the first over to help him.

"You really aren't going to take me in are you?"

"Uh no. These guys are nuts. I'm basically just to confirm you are the right person and to make sure you get to DC on Monday."

"So you can just hang out and relax with us and you know, play volleyball if you want, have a drink."

"Uh, I really am on duty."

Tank walked back over. "Stop with that duty bullshit, have a beer." He handed the man a bottle and waited. A slow smile spread over the man's face as he lifted it to his lips and sucked some down. "That's better. Careful though, you could end up in the sling." Dodds looked around at all the mud-covered men and back at Snake and Tank.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Tank grinned and went off to find Sam and Bruce. Dodds and Snake talked a few minutes. Snake relaxed and was convinced that the man was there as an emissary. Bill decided he needed to give his legs a break and Dodds jumped at the chance to replace him in the mud pit.

The games went on for another hour and a half with the insufferable young upstarts winning the whole shebang.

Buzz was a little to eager to rub it in. He fell victim to a flying tackle by his own father. Gus and Buzz were trying to mud wrestle but were laughing so hard Sam thought they might drown. Tim offered to help and threw himself into the wrestling. Snake stepped to the side to help Buzz but was told by Sam it was just some horsing around between a father and his sons. Snake looked at the three men writhing in the mud. "Gus is really their for real Dad."

Sam nodded. "Yep, a trio of `mo's." Snake laughed and was about to walk away when Buzz said not so fast, grabbed his ankle and toppled him backward into the brown wet pit. Sam shook his head. "Okay, we start cleaning up the rest of this bunch, leave them for last."

Rob hosed people down enough so they could get drinks and relax. The sun was baking the mud to a shell consistency so that by the time most of them were ready to head to the shower, a good portion had dried and fallen off.

Harley directed them around the perimeter of the property where they had once again converted the garage into a big shower. The place was filled with dirty men trying to get clean. Everyone helping to soap everyone else. Stiff cocks were everywhere and fingers helped with buttholes for nearly everyone. Harley handed out towels and Header collected them when they got to the pool. Laundry would take hours to complete.

Leftovers were pulled out and lunch set up on tables outside. Harley produced several bottles of sunscreen and stirred up another round of sun lubing. More than one butt hole was protected. Dodds never flinched when Snake rubbed sunscreen on his back and butt.

"You're a little on the blond side."

"So Snake, why do you have plastic on your dick?"

"Oh, I have stitches." He peeled back the medical tape holding the plastic in place and uncovered his dick. "This would hurt if I had pubes right now sir. Didn't want to get mud on my stitches."

Dodds looked down and then slowly examined the long cock. "I read about this in the report."

"It's still not back to normal but much better than it was."

"I've read about a lot of kinky stuff but don't think I would ever inject anything into anyone's dick." LJ walked over and slid his arm around Snake.

"He's been through some pretty weird shit but he and John seem to be making their piece. Uh, peace."

"John the guy who?"

Snake nodded. "Yeah, he's the guy with the casts over there." Dodds blinked. "Yeah, pretty weird huh? I can't apologize enough but he's the bigger man."

Dodds glanced down. "Not necessarily."

LJ snorted. "I can't believe all these gay cops. It's like you're coming out of the woodwork, no pun intended."

Dodds spasmed in laughter. "Yeah, my partner says that all the time."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I have a partner back in DC, been together seven years."

"What would he say about all of this?"

"Oh, he'd be right in there playing with the rest of you. We play together but not separately, well, on occasion." LJ and Snake looked at each other. "I think he'd like this group."

"So you can stay here?"

"I have a room at a motel about 15 minutes from here, in fact, I still need to check in."

Tank walked up behind and snuggled against his firm butt. "No you don't. Give me the name and I'll cancel it. You can bunk with these boys."

"Oh thank you sir but I'm on..."

"Don't even say you're on duty. Ain't seen too many naked cops with hardons standing around like this before." Dodds blushed as he realized his cock was swinging straight out in front.

"Call your mate and square it away. We'll be back in a couple. Guys, come into the office please. You can come too Dodds. You know you're a bit skinny but carry a lot of muscle. Do you pass out when you get hard?" Harley went pale when he heard the question.

Dodds laughed. He patted Harley's shoulder. "He's funny. And no, I don't. I'm usually the one getting fucked." All of the men stopped.

LJ nodded to Snake. "Good information to file away."

The group of naked men followed Tank back to his office and shivered as the a/c hit. Tank picked up several papers on his desk and looked them over. "So guys, Snake, LJ. DO you look in the mirror at all?"

Both shrugged. "Not much."

Snake looked away. "Not a whole lot right now."

"I didn't mean that in a mean spirited way Snake sorry. Cesar?"

"Well, I noticed they look a bit alike."

"You see anything Dodds?"

The officer looked at both men and blinked several times. "Hmmm, well Snake, if you didn't have the shaved head right now, you and LJ bear a pretty close resemblance."

Tank nodded his acknowledgment to the young cop. "Thank you sir. Cousins do often have some resemblance." Both men blinked and looked at each other. "According to the records I had this firm search, you guys are cousins. They did a super turnaround time on this search. But I'm betting you haven't seen LJ's father since you were a tiny kid. The guy spoke to your father Snake as part of the investigation. Sorry, Dodds, we sorta lied on that."

"Has nothing to actually do with his case so I don't care."

"Seem LJ, you're father left the clan in the south, not that clan, at least I don't think. Uh, he didn't like the whole church thing so he left, and has never been back."

LJ shook his head. "No, I've never been further south than Maryland."

Snake hugged LJ to his naked frame. "So does this mean we can't..."

"Doesn't mean a damn thing `cept you probably shouldn't have babies. You can fuck yourselves silly for all it matters. Just Sam and I thought it might be nice if you found out you had a relative here Snake. Make it more like home for you."

"Thanks. I need to thank Sam." The three men hugged and held on tightly.

Tank turned to the young cop. "Come on Dodds, I'll buy you a beer."

He looked at Tank and smiled. "You and Joe?"

"Related. Come on, we'll tell you the whole story. Oh and if you play your cards right, you can be at the bottom of the heap of three men in there. They'll drown in their own drool if you don't stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Looking so damned edible."

Dodds followed the big man and was shown a chair next to Sam. Sam and Joe spent an hour telling the cop about their friends, the relationships and the almost spiritual nature in which many of them came to the group. Steve rounded up several of the guys to head back to the campground and get dinner organized. Dodds was reluctant to leave his patrol car behind. Rob and Carlos offered to ride with some else to eliminate one truck. Pete doubled with Header on his bike and Tank and Joe opted for bikes instead of a truck.

The teens offered to ride with Dodds but were disappointed when he told them he couldn't cuff them. Jack chimed up. "Not even for play?"

"How old are you?"

It was another evening of good old-fashioned campground food. The men, even those who always carefully watched what they ate gave in to temptation. The food crew cleaned up after the main meal to give everyone a chance to digest their three helpings before dessert. The Steve's were about to bring out dessert when a loud clap of thunder silenced the whole camp. Sam held out his hand as a drop hit it. "Okay men, plenty of room inside. Everyone stow equipment, grab whatever needs to go inside and let's hustle. Most of the camp was cleared before the rain hit. Steve and Matt were the last one's in carrying the last of the blankets. They were soaked to the bone. Matt's shorts clung to his beefy muscle butt showing it off to its perfection.

Thad stared openly. "That is one perfect butt. You Matt, are blessed."

Steve hugged his partner. "Nah, I'm the one that's blessed."

Matt smiled. "And don't you forget it." He grabbed a towel and dabbed his skin. "We need to get into some dry clothes." Thirty minutes later they reappeared in jeans and oversized shirts.

Ken handed them plates for dessert. "What took so long?"

Steve blushed. "It was tough pealing off wet clothes."

"You were only wearing shorts and shoes."

"Hey, what are you a stickler for details?"

Sam had a fire going in the fireplace and everyone snuggled in to nooks and crannies. It was 11:00 before Tank started to round up his crew to head home. "Funny, how we can all sit around and shoot the breeze and never once miss TV. You doing breakfast over here again tomorrow morning?"

"Unless it's still raining, then we need a plan B." Sam was stretched out in a corner of one of the sofas.

"Would that be me and Harley's?" Sam nodded. "Okay, we'll watch the weather. Later men. Come on Dodds, these three ain't gonna wait all night."

Bruce watched the crew through the light rain head out on bikes and trucks. "My money is on some hot shower sex when they get home."

Swede leaned against Scott. "Like they would worry about hot water?"

Dodds carried in his duffle and looked around quietly. Harley pointed him down the hallway. "Don't think you have any voice in this. The other three are in the big room at the end of the hall on the left. Everything you need is in the bathroom." The young cop gave him a questioning glance. "Everything?"

Dodds pushed open the door and was met by three hot naked men. They had him stripped and erect in three minutes. It wasn't just sex among four men. It felt really warm and welcoming. Snake took his hand and led him to the bathroom. "I can't fuck anyone until the stitches are healed and out so I volunteered to be bottom. I prefer it."

"You seem very at peace with all of this?" Snake thought about it for a few seconds.

"Sometimes the best things come from our biggest mistakes. This is the best thing for me and I am convinced of it. Let me help you. Dodds turned his back so Snake could help clean him. He was gentle and loving and respectful. They wrapped their arms around each other and lustfully pressed their lips together. "And no matter, I expect you to fuck me tonight." Dodds opened his mouth to speak. "Don't. Duty doesn't apply right now."

LJ thought it was fair odds, three of them against Dodds. Cesar and LJ started with his nipples. Snake showed him just what a blowjob by a man without teeth could be. The four of them rolled around on the big king bed, sucking hard cocks, kissing passionately, working nipples, tongue fucking butts and pushing Snake over the edge. The man was fucked by all of them and begged for more. His servitude of kneeling before multiple men was no challenge for the three of them. Dodds became concerned only when Cesar flipped him over to fuck him. His lover had a nice long cock that he loved to ride. Cesar had a nice long thick cock that opened him up and left him pleading for more. LJ obliged by shoving his cock deep into his throat. Snake settled for another load from the cop's dick. It was three hours of exhausting, manx4 sex. They finally fell asleep around three AM. He heard movement in the kitchen around eight and slid out from among the others.

Harley was pouring water for coffee. He looked at the beaten man and smiled. "Okay, one pot for the out of town cop. You all right."

Dodds put his arms around Harley's waist and hugged him close. "Mmmmm, you bet. I love my partner but that was more than just hot fucking sex. Those three men have a deep connection. I don't think a word was said the whole time. It's like they've rehearsed this their whole lives. It doesn't get any better than that."

"Except maybe for this." Tank surprised him and hugged him from behind. "Do I get a chance?"

"Oh fuck, but be gentle. Cesar and LJ ripped me a new one last night, twice I think." Tank looked him in the tired eyes. He pushed him forward and studied his butthole.

"A bit worn I'd say. Go get yourself a shower then find Harley. He's got some cream that will help you otherwise, you ain't going to be sitting much today." Dodds plodded back to the bedroom just in time to share the shower with his bed partners. Snake coaxed another load from each of them before they dried off. He located his bag and pulled on a fresh T-shirt. Fuck decorum and duty. This group didn't care if he was buck-naked. He clipped his badge to his nipple ring, picked up a pair of shorts and wandered back to find Harley. The young man bent him over and carefully applied a soothing ointment. His fingers worked their way in slowly. "I thought this was external application only?"

"Uh uh."

"Are you guys, all of you including the group at the cabin always this warm and loving? I mean, I have buds but none who genuinely seem to care as much about each other as all of you do."

"Always." Dodds kissed him and pulled up his shorts.

"Maybe my partner and I will need to rethink our move to Florida. The jobs may not be worth it if we don't have a community of friends like this."

"You can always come back here. Door is always open."

"Thanks.

The rain had finally stopped about five AM. The dogs starting nudging Ken to go out about six. He slipped on his workboots, unzipped the tent and watched them run to the far side of the campground and just into the trees to do their business. He stepped out and stretched. Sam and Tank knew how to plan a campsite. Lots of mulch, solid raised areas for tents and limited places where three crazy wild dogs could find mud. He watched them as they sniffed every tree and stump.

"Good morning." Bear had heard the dogs and wandered out of their tent. "Too much of always getting up early for work. I'm wide-awake. Tony's better at sleeping in on weekends than I am."

"Yeah, me too. Although, we got a bit of exercise in before nodding off."

"Helps with sleeping. You okay? You've been a little quiet." Bear watched the tired sad eyes.

"Oh, a lot on my mind."

Ken sighed, stretched a bit, tugged absently on his dick and shrugged. "You got a recall letter didn't you?" Ken looked up amazed. "A couple of our co-workers got them. Not sure what they're going to do. They don't want to go back."

"Me neither. I have a psych appointment this week hoping they will decide I am not stable enough to send back."

"Hope it works, not that I think you're unstable."

"I'm practicing my slightly crazy-eyed look." "What did Bill have to say?"

"Haven't told him? I can't stand the thought of having to leave and what if something happens? Things are so right for us and now this bullshit." He sobbed and Bear pulled him close in the damp, foggy morning air. Dogs swirled around their legs.

"Ken, it'll be okay." Both men turned to find Bill standing behind them.

"You know about the letter?"

"Yeah, you didn't exactly hide it and when I saw the return address I almost snapped on the spot. We'll do what ever we have to so that you don't go back." He slipped his arms over the two men and hugged. "All of us together can surely come up with something."

Bear rubbed their shoulders. "I'm going to go keep Tony warm. I'll keep my fingers crossed that they realize you're a psycho bitch." Ken chuckled and turned to face into Bill's chest. Steve and Matt came along a few minutes later and found the two men still sitting on an upturned tree trunk with the three dogs waiting patiently. Matt put their food bowls down and petted them.

Steve looked at Bill. "You know about the recall?" Bill nodded. "Guess we hold on tightly until we figure out what we can do." He held his arm out for Matt as the four of them clung together. "Sam thinks Harley got one too." Ken sucked in a sharp breath and silently sobbed.

Breakfast was a little later than usual for the rowdy crew. The camp was once again packed with shirtless men scarfing down loads of eggs, bacon, cheese and or some great Mexican versions Rob, Carlos and Cesar showed the guys. The sun finally burned through the fog and quickly raised the temp to the roasting stage.

A bunch of the men decided to hike a ways up the creek and tube back to the cabin where the water was wider and they could sit and float. Others settled in on the front porch of the cabin or on the banks and simply enjoyed the summer day. Spence didn't want Zeke to be left out and carried him piggyback the mile upstream. All the time he complained about the stiff cock poking him in the back. And all the time Zeke would only say, didn't bother you last night.

The teens carted along bottles of sunscreen and bug repellent. They were more than happy to volunteer to smear it on their friends. Tim smiled smugly as he let his hands wander over Gus' broad back and down to his ass crack.

"Ain't no sunshine going to get in there."

"Bugs can and we wouldn't want Kev to find any."

"That's no way for a son to be scoring a cheap feel of his Dad's ass." Dodds watched and smiled as Jack did his back. The young man's hands slid around to the lean firm pecs and rubbed. "Um, normally I could do that myself but, damn. Uh, how old are you?"

"I'll be 18 next month."

"WHAT? Oh gawd." Snake slid a slippery hand down Dodds' backside as Jack slid a sunscreen covered hand around the man's cock. "You're too young. Snake stop. Don't."

Jack giggled. "Snake he said don't stop."

"I wasn't about to."

Dodds was soon writhing between the two men. Sam and Joe walked idly by to get to the water. "Is that the proper way to apply sunscreen?"

"Given that he borrowed what has to be one of the smallest swimsuits I have ever seen from Harley, he better protect his dick."

"What's the UV protection of cum?"

"I don't know Sam. Remind me to search online for that later. Shall we?" They threw their big inner tubes out into the creek just as Dodds mumbled `fuck' then sighed. "Which way did that shoot?"

Jack splashed by them. "Not a drop was wasted."

Sam frowned. "You know you shouldn't swim so soon after eating."

The flotilla of muscle heads in tubes slowly floated downstream. The creek was still fairly clear even after the rain the night before. It was only a few inches deeper from the run off and in most places was only waist deep at least on Swede.

As they got to the widening in the stream by the cabin, a group of men lay on the bank face down and naked.

Matt laughed. "Oh, BUTT this must be where we dock."

It was mid afternoon before any of the group started to gather their stuff for the drive back to Pittsburgh. It had been a valiant attempt but there were still leftovers from the night before that didn't get eaten for lunch. Andy and Pete packaged them up to take back to Tank's. "Must be the high swimsuit season. Everyone's watching their weight."

Pete carted a box of food to his truck. "Around here it's more like the swimsuit-less season." By five, Sam closed up the cabin. He was staying to make the trip to DC with Snake. Joe hugged him and threw his leg over his bike. Snake walked over to thank him. "No need to thank me. There's a reason you ended up here. Maybe we don't know it all now but we will. See you soon. Good luck."

Sam hugged him close and inhaled his scent. "You stay with the other guys and travel together. You still sorta have your training wheels on this bike." Joe smiled, blushed a bit and hugged him again.

Steve hitched a ride back with one of the other cars so Bruce could keep the truck to haul Snake's bike. They decided it would be easier if they all stayed at Tank's and got an early start in the morning. An hour after they left, John and Buzz returned.

"I know they said I don't have to be there tomorrow but I want to be available. You know, to argue for Snake if he needs me to." Snake looked at John but could only open and close his mouth. "Ah speechless, the way I like my men."

Pete and Header pulled together a quick dinner for everyone later Sunday evening. The day had gotten oppressively hotter which made eating by the pool the perfect choice. Even though they felt things would go the way they had negotiated, the men discussed options of what to do if a monkey wrench got thrown into the mix.

Header, Andy and Pete said their goodnights and walked back to their cabin. Bruce, Sam, John and Buzz settled into various guestrooms. Tank and Harley were cleaning up the last few things in the kitchen when LJ, Cesar, Snake and Dodds walked into the kitchen.

"I'm assuming you boys are spending the night here with Snake. Dodds, we still have another room if you uh."

"I have to be up really early to head back to DC. A few details to which I need to attend."

Cesar rubbed his shoulders. "That's okay. We all need to be up early too. We'll set the alarm to be sure you have plenty of time. Come on." The four men wandered back down the hall arms wrapped around each other, hands squeezing butts.

Harley sat at the counter and slipped his hand into Tank's. "I have the big coffee pot on the timer to start brewing really early. Andy packed bagels for you and a bag for Bruce and Sam. Oh and Chris."

"Chris?"

"Yeah, Dodds."

"He has a first name?" Harley smiled. "Yes he does. He's a sweetheart. Hope his little play time here doesn't get him into trouble."

"No one here's going to rat on him. And he is a damned good man. Hope Florida works for him and his partner."

"I have all his contact info so we can stay in touch." Tank nodded. "I know things will be all right but why do I feel sad?"

Tank took a deep breath and sighed. "We won't breathe easier until after all court proceedings are finished. Let's go to bed pup. I'm whooped." The big house was oddly quiet after a weekend's activities.

Morning

Officer Dodds walked out of the back hallway to the smell of coffee brewing and the noise coming softly from the kitchen. Tank was busily prepping quick breakfast choices for everyone. The big man was fully dressed which struck Dodds as odd after the weekend they had just experienced. He was in snug jeans, a basic pullover with his company logo stretched over the left chest, clean way too shiny workboots and his ever-present big grin.

He looked at Dodds in his police uniform and whistled softly. "Knowing what's under that makes it that much sexier. Good morning." The two men kissed like old friends. "Coffee?"

"Please. You have any to go cups." Tank pointed to three large thermos containers on the end of the counter.

"I'll fill them before we leave. It's not a long drive from here but it's very early. Snake up?" Dodds nodded. "Good, thought we'd have to pry you boys apart."

"We were pretty low key. Snake's going to be all right with those two." Tank smiled and clinked his mug against Dodds'.

"I have some quick eggs and bacon if you want. Andy has a bagel and stuff for you to take along over there." Dodds scarfed down breakfast and sighed.

"I need to hit the road. Couple of things I need to do before I meet you at the judge's chamber at nine." Tank handed him a thermos and hugged him. "Give Harley a big kiss for me. You guys are pretty terrific. I hope we get to meet before I head to Florida."

"We will. Drive safely." Dodds was no sooner down the drive than Snake appeared with two very weary men stumbling behind them. "I see you brought the living dead. Coffee is over there. Here come the rest."

Thirty minutes later Harley, LJ and Cesar watched Bruce and Sam climbed into Bruce's big Ford and head out. John followed with Buzz in the Charger. Tank pulled around with one of the company vans and met Snake. "You guys have all the cell numbers. We'll call you after the hearing. If all goes well, we hope to get outta DC by midday and head south to Snake's place. We'll do what we can and should be back here by the end of the week. Maybe Thursday evening. Love you men."

Harley stood between LJ and Cesar. LJ kicked a small pebble in the driveway. "Why do I feel so weird?"

Harley nodded. "It's going to be a long week."

Officer Dodds met them at nine outside the judge's chamber who was handling Snake's case. He was beaming ear to ear as he hugged all the men. Snake visibly trembled as they walked into the outer room. Sam squeezed his forearm. "We'll be right here waiting, no need to worry." Chris stuck his head out of the inner office and motioned Snake toward the door. Bruce followed him with all of his paperwork.

Dodds turned back around. "No, the judge wants all of you in here." The men confusedly shuffled into the large office. The judge had plenty of chairs along the wall and indicated for them to sit. Snake stood quietly before him.

"Police Officer Saunders. Snake?"

"Michael sir."

The judge looked at the array of men seated along the wall. "Quite a support group you have here. Some pretty impressive work done by Attorney Davidson, a very comprehensive work and rehab plan from Mr. Tankersley and Dr. Chambers." Snake looked up. "Sam, big guy back there. Dr. Okay one of them big guys. Officer Sullivan would you step forward." John hobbled out on his cast. "Officer Dodds has given me quite a report on this whole situation. It takes a pretty big man to sustain these injuries and not press charges. Broken leg aside." The judge glanced at John then Buzz. "Technically, you never saw this man's face since you were blind folded. Yet, he confessed everything. Enough to put him in jail for awhile." Snake stiffened. "Oh hell, long story short, you're a damned lucky man Michael to have fallen into this much shit and come out smelling this clean. My assistant and Officer Dodds can go over all the details with you. I am relinquishing you to the custody and insane security from what I hear of these men. Keep, your damned nose clean."

Snake looked around. "Thank you sir, thank you so much." The group filed into another room where Dodds and a court assistant gave them all details and directions in writing. The judge walked in and looked around.

"Gotta tell you Saunders. When we can, we do a pretty thorough check on anyone presenting a case for someone coming before this court. These three men, Davidson, Chambers and Tankersley, have pretty damned impressive backgrounds. You step out of line and these three will make you get back in step. Gentlemen, I hope we cross paths again out side these courts. I'd like to spend time chatting with all of you. But well, our judicial system is just so fucking overloaded. Keep him under control." He waved and left the room.

Snake leaned against Tank. "You heard him. Under strict control."

"I don't think that's what he meant. But we'll work something out."

Dodds gave them the address to pick up Snake's bike and other belongings that were confiscated from the hotel. He watched the men drive away and leaned against the side of the building. He flipped open his cell hit a button and waited. "Hey, yeah, I'll be home early. Uh, question. Do you think Florida is where we really want to be?"

Snake and Tank loaded and secured Snake's bike in the back of Bruce's truck. It was dirty and dusty but turned over without a problem. The rest of his belongings were minimal and were loaded into John's car. He figured they were going to head back to Tank's. They surprised him by saying they were also making the trip South to help him close out his old life.

Sam looked at his watch and the maps. "Since the hearing didn't take nearly as long as we thought, we have time to do an actual lunch somewhere before heading South. Let's find someplace where we can maybe get a quick meal. It's between an 11 and 12 hour drive so do we try to go straight through, or overnight somewhere?" The vote was overnight. "Okay, I'll get on the phone and make reservations somewhere. Let's go."

Snake took a deep breath and shook out his arms and legs. Tank gave him a confused look. "Problem? The hard part is over."

"Oh no sir. If I had gotten jail time, that would be easy. Now I have to face my family and my totally fucked up father."

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