The Exam

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males in high school as well as older males. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and torment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your heart's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally, thanks to all you loyal readers who have stuck with this story through all the years. This next chapter is a continuation of the previous chapter and continues the "prequel" to the main story. Although these are "stand-alone" stories, the reader is STRONGLY advised to begin at the beginning. The characters in these chapters, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison who finally makes his appearance and the cop Jim Larson first showing up as Billy Herm's arresting officer will make more sense. Because some readers wanted to know more about how certain events could happen in the first place without drawing down the iron-fisted wrath of the authorities as it were, some gaps in the story had to be "fleshed out" so the reader might have a better idea of how our poor unsuspecting victims came to find themselves in such predicaments. Or not, as the case may be.

Loyal readers might remember the circumstances of the police raid at Mort's in Chapter Eighty-Eight and wonder why such a crackdown had not happened months earlier or why at least half the male population did not end up in County Jail. After reviewing the tapes from the docs' and those from the warehouse and their parallel time lines, a clearer picture began to emerge.

Chapter 113

June 28 (same evening, continued)

"Man if that didn't that look like Larry's car" big Jim Larson, ever the cop, checked out that other car turning right at the end of the street. He watched a nervously cocky Steve get out of the passenger seat of his car and come alongside of him, the two heading towards their new "designated" work-out spot, that warehouse of Steve's friend on the far side of their shrinking town.

"What the fuck would he be doing down here?"

"Fuck if I know!"

"You sure it was him?"

"Sure as fuck looked like his car. But why he'd be down here -- "

"It wasn't him."

"Shit like he'd be down here, like making a few extra bucks doing... y'know" nodding ahead towards their nondescript destination, looking harmless and generic from the exterior "but you can use your imagination. I know you're good at that. So Steve-O y'ready for this? You really ready t'see where this is gonna be heading bud?"

"Are you?"

"Still can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"You didn't 'let me', we both got shit to sort out, we both suspect tonight is y'know it's been leading up to this, did not take a lot of arm twisting for you -- hell for either one of us, right?"

"Hey it's your funeral bud" holding the door open for him, effectively cutting off his exit in case big Steve was getting cold feet "and what? You telling me you'd rather be pounding beers on your lard butt in some tavern?"

"Yeah yeah yeah don't start on that again" Steve followed Jim into the workout room and it hit them both at the same time "sheesh you smell that?"

"Maaaaaan..." Jim saw Poker Steve emerging from his office "hey Steve, so now you running some kinda twenty-four hour sex club in here? Y'got a bad case of cum stench in here dude. You been partying in here or what?"

"Maybe you guys ain't the only ones working out here" Poker Steve guided them back to his office "so what's the big hurry. You called me" looking at Steve" in a big hurry, you guys thinking of leaving town?"

"Ain't like that" Steve looked at Jim "just... y'know..."

"Ain't none of my business" he sat down and started rearranging papers "so you needing that?" nodding his head at the camcorder by the door "or..."

"We ain't needing that tonight" Jim looked at Steve "ain't gonna be something we really wanna... we both talked about this remember Steve-O?"

"Up to you guys okay?" Poker Steve shrugged, looking almost bored, like this was barely distracting him from the ballgame on the screen "but then the usual rates apply we clear on that?"

"Yeah real clear" Jim's eyes bored into his friend Steve "right?"

"Crystal clear."

"Like I said up to you guys" Poker Steve went back to reshuffling his paperwork with a shrug "just settle up before you leave. I guess I can trust the likes of you two, right?"

The two left the office and were in the changing room in no time, anxious to get down to it, anxious to see if it would really go where they both suspected. After the events of the last week or so, Steve had more than a few suspicions Jim knew Steve's "story" and wanted to see how far he could push it, see what Jim's limits really were when things things were pushed into the rated-R category. And then all the way to rated-X. Steve needed to know if his co-worker would balk or give in to what Steve suspected were his suppressed urges.

"You know it's more than likely this gonna get really explicit right, I mean real nasty right?" Jim pulled off his shirt replacing it with his sleeveless muscle T "after everything that's -- "

"I ain't no kid -- and you ain't no blushing virgin -- you don't gotta warn me about this" Steve stayed dressed, already in his workout clothes "I ain't sixteen and I ain't no -- hell I'm all grown up Jimbo just so you remember I ain't the only one putting it all out there, okay?"

"Your funeral Bearbreath just remember that" slipping into his jock and shorts, knowing Steve's eyes were all over his body. Now that he knew Steve was putting it all on the line, about honestly admitting to Jim and himself his friendship with Jim was something more than run-of-the-mill buddy, ready to admit what was really going on and everything, not sneaking and hiding anymore, and admitting to the both of them he willing to do almost anything to push it as far as it needed to go, Jim was rapidly reevaluating their friendship and nervously eager to see if he really could push Steve beyond his limits. And how far those limits were beyond Jim's. He almost worried the big guy might not even have any.

They went out to the workout area, looking around for telltale signs of what earlier activities they may have interrupted. Like they were the first two on a crime scene reconstructing the dirty deeds.

"You can't tell me that dude's not running some kind of sex outfit here, like this is your typical ordinary warehouse" Jim started rummaging around, opening drawers and cabinets. He let out a low whistle after the third cabinet "fuck..."

"What is it?"

"Later" slamming it shut before Steve saw what he saw "time to get ourselves busy here. What's your call cause no matter what you choose I'm gonna wipe your ass Numbnutts."

"Legs, we're starting on legs" Steve went over to the Smith machine and yanked the bench clear. He loaded the bar with a whole collection of plates knowing his legs were his strongest area. All those years of football were still showing in that 46 waist. With massive legs to match.

"You sure you wanna start that heavy?"

"Shit you already wimping out on me Larson? Thought you were gonna wipe the floor with me tonight. Not so cocky now huh?"

"Your funeral" Jim nodded at the bar for Steve to begin "just remember we're adding forty each time."

"You got it" Steve crouched beneath the bar and lowered it down, those thick tree-trunk thighs stretching his shorts skin tight. He barreled through his ten and replaced the bar in the rack not breaking a sweat "do it man."

"You're on" Jim was so set on beating Steve he did not bother modifying the amount of weight but after ten he realized this would be more difficult than expected. Jim was muscled and ripped but now he was matching his tight hard form against Steve's bulk.

Steve loaded the additional forty and again barreled through his ten lifts, clanking the bar in place with a slight smirk.

"Damn..." Jim replaced him under the bar and down he went, the muscles in his legs bulging as he straightened up, less massive but more shredded that Steve's massiveness. With each leg press, his thighs bulged and flexed but Steve's eyes were watching the strain, knowing Jim could not hold out at this weight indefinitely. When Jim struggled to complete his ten Steve could not wait to load the final killer forty. He powered through his set, almost losing his concentration on the last two eager to get Jim on the ropes.

Jim got nervous seeing Steve finish the third ten. He took his place and started his set, the increased weight digging into his shoulders, his legs burning and protesting. He came to regret not warming up when he got to number seven and then number eight did him in. He only finished number nine with a quick assist from Steve behind him.

"Damn!"

"No good buddy boy, no good!"

"Fuck, no fair, I didn't get a warmup. I get one more chance and -- "

"No do-over, got it? You lose!" Steve was all but gloating. He almost licked his lips when Jim's hands went to the bottom of his shirt.

"I suppose you want these off right?" half way up his chest, his tight hard abs already showing.

"Man you're all in such a big hot hurry to show off that perfect bod of yours ain't ya, but first..." Steve went across the room towards the office "you'll have all the time in the world to pose and get yourself all hot for yourself" and in three seconds flat he was back. And dragging the camcorder behind him.

"HEY!" Jim shirt dropped back down "I said we agreed no recording tonight! You know things are gonna probably -- hell..."

"This is your penalty" Steve plugged it in and hit the record button "or you gonna wuss out even before we started and you pay the man in there for nothin?"

"Fuck no I ain't paying to film myself I mean -- never mind I'm giving you one last warning Braersten I mean it" Jim tried to stare him down to no effect "if you wanna screw yourself so deep even I can't save your butt, then good. If you wanna go there and we both know where 'there' is probably gonna, and there's" nodding at the camera "that thing recording you like y'know what's gonna go down, you could end up really regretting this the rest of your life."

"Like shit Larson, like you forgetting I ain't hanged -- we both haven't hanged ourselves but good already!"

"No shit" but Jim was standing his ground "okay last chance to get rid of that fucking thing Steve, seriously!"

"L-l-last chance to pay the man" Steve stammered and stepped away from the camera, hoping his reckless gamble would pay off. After all his career could go down in flames if any of this ANY of this got out. Just knowing Jim was onto him was enough for Steve to have serious concerns about going further. Any yet neither of them had any intentions of backing down. Especially knowing they had gone this far. And Steve gambling everything Jim was just as nervous, and more critically, curious about all of this as he hoped. And especially gambling Jim really was the stingy ass Steve suspected.

"No way I'm payin. Okay your funeral buddy boy. Next we're gonna do us some pushups" Jim pointed at the floor "you start."

"Shit that's all?" Steve all big and cocky "how many?"

"Ten for starters."

"Ten??? That's all?"

"Yeah, but I doubt you can do ten" Jim knew he had him right where he wanted. Steve was down on his gut and already starting "oh did I say they gotta be one-handed?"

"WHAT??"

"Yeah left hand!" knowing they were both right handed.

"No FUCKING WAY!" rolling to his knees "you set me up!"

"Do it or forfeit!"

"Fuck" big gorilla Steve dropped down and braced himself on his left hand, his right barely twisted behind his broad back. He managed four pushups before his strained wrist gave out and he collapsed to the ground in a pile of sweat-stained clothes "damnit okay let's see YOU do it Jimbo!"

"Thought you'd never ask" Jim dropped down and balanced himself like he had done this before. He braced himself and with a great deal of flexing and brute strength he managed all ten before dropping to the floor "there! Just like that" but he was out of breath and shiny with sweat, all the muscles in his left arm and shoulder popping and swelling in high relief.

"No fair, you..."

"I what?"

"I dunno, that wasn't fair that wasn't like a regular..."

"Well tonight guessing nothing's gonna be regular huh? You wanted this Steve you wanted to see how far you get to push all our limits for real adult shit so okay Bearbreath you get what you ask for. So y'wanna try again or you admit you -- "

"Fine okay you win okay?"

"You forfeit?"

"Yeah fine" seeing Jim's hard stare "I forfeit okay? Now what?"

"Strip!"

"What?"

"You heard me. All of it! Every last fuckin stitch of clothing! Now!'

"Damn..." Steve got to his feet a bit wobbly gulping for air. The sticky t-shirt got peeled off first, his hairy overly developed barrel chest and shoulders already matted and shiny in the close air. His big beer belly did little to detract from the pouch of his workout shorts. In one tug the shorts and the jockstrap were down around his ankles and he was about to step out of them but Jim grunted,

"Okay straighten up, hands behind your head Bearbreath."

"What? Why are you doing this Jim? Since when are you so hot to see me outa my clothes?"

"When YOU are the one who's all perving to see ME bareass naked ain't that right?"

"No I mean it's -- "

"Don't you think it's time you finally come clean why are you so hot on this shit Braersten? Shit look at you! You're alrealy starting to get boned, getting all hot for anything and everything right? So you gonna just admit at your deepest down level you are a complete homo and stop all these beating around the bush bullshit games Braersten? You gonna admit what you really want is -- "

"I ain't admitting shit Jimbo! You wanna know you're gonna have to -- "

"Okay then your penalty is just stand there! Two minutes, starting NOW!" Jim took the camcorder off its stand and started swinging it around Steve's naked torso, zooming down from his red face down to that big burly chest heaving and swelling with his nervousness. Jim went around to the back, mapping every square inch of that broad back almost black with all that hair, then down to his meaty glutes and thick beerkeg-sized thighs where the forest of hair started up again. He stayed crouched and inched around to the front, the lens barely a few feet from Steve's crotch "yeah close your eyes and don't move, just let it happen, don't fight it Braersten" zooming in on that thick fat-headed foreskin-covered dick throbbing with each heartbeat, the tube thickening and lengthening like Steve was willing it to harden. Which was almost the opposite of what he wanted just then.

"Wait, stop, lemme" trying to drop his hands and cover himself as he felt the blood rush to his crotch.

"Hands on head or forfeit dickhead, and oh I do mean dickhead. Man you are really throwing some major wood here Steve. Only a total red-blooded dickhound would get all boned like this, his buddy holding a camera to his crotch, man Steve-O, you really thinking about how you look right now, or about all the shit you're fantasizing about happening here, you running around in that brain of yours all the sex shit you want to have happen here, ain't that right? All the shit you hoping we do to each other? You are -- man just look at that thing GROW..." the camera glued to that thick piece of meat throbbing and reddening and swinging forward and then up. Long before the two minutes were up Steve was. Up and almost leaking!

"Damn... c'mon Jim okay already" lowering his hands and grabbing himself, trying to rub himself unhard.

"Okay what? You gonna start leveling with me what y'really want, what you're here for is y'wanna do sex shit. Cause one of the things going through that brain is just dropping to your knees and sucking my dick, right? Somebody wants that bad I mean really fuckin hard-up bad. Is that what you hoping's gonna go down here? That got you all totally boned?"

"Okay you made your point okay?" Steve looked around for something to cover his front but saw Jim shaking his head. He was so completely and irreversibly exposed. And there was Jim standing there not so much grinning but staring. And making a permanent record of it to boot.

"Yeah I got my answer and my money's worth on top of it. Y'know Steve-O gotta tell ya I always had my doubts you, about where your head really was at behind all your bragging and posturing. But after see you forced to go down on Tony the other night and how you couldn't help jacking your meat going to town on his bone like you were happier than pig in shit, yeah I got the picture loud and clear. So your secret's out now Steve-O" seeing the growing panic in his eyes "oh cool it! Your story's safe with me Bearbreath. For the time being" Jim chuckled and returned to camera to its stand, patting it like a good puppy "Plain as day Bearbreath's boned and hot to trot for all to see -- "

Whatdyamean ALL to see! No fuckin WAY anybody's gonna -- "

"Don't blow your fuse Numbnutts" almost grabbing them "figure of speech is all, jeez..." trying to keep a straight face as Steve struggled to get the tangled mess free of his ankles without toppling over "no hard feelings we're all good here, shit t'show you I ain't ticked I'll even let you pick the next exercise."

"Fuck you it's my turn anyway Jimbo" Steve looked around for something he knew Jim would have troubles with. His eagle eyes happened to notice the wrestling earguards half-stuffed into a drawer towards the back.

"So what're we gonna do with that?" Jim noticed how Steve was carrying it next to his crotch striding back to him, his hardon leading the way.

"Put it on" Steve barked.

"You wanna play grab ass wrestler with me?" Jim smirked "you that hot to fondle my bod aren't ya?"

"And then lay down on the bench on your back" ignoring the jibe.

"Huh? Say that again?" Jim had the headgear half on "ain't hearing you right" pulling it away from his head.

"You're hearing fine. Lay down with your head over the end."

"What kinda exercise this supposed to be" Jim sat on the bench, hesitating with a nervous expression.

"Time for some neck flexions."

"Never heard of -- "

"Lay down or forfeit."

"This is fucked."

"Not yet" Steve found the weights and cords he was looking for "but that's a real good idea keep that option for later."

"Don't even think about it!" Jim's back flew off the bench. Steve pointed him back down, his big paws braced against Jim's shoulders. Once he had him in place he dropped two twenty-pound weights on the floor behind Jim, bringing the nylon cords through the weights, attaching them to Jim's headgear.

"Okay all y'gotta do it lift the weights six inches off the floor, hold them for a count of five. Total of ten times Jimbo."

"This is totally wacked" Jim bent forward, one end of the weights off the floor, the bottom dragging a few inches "ungghh!" dropping them flat again.

"Lemme help" Steve straddled Jim's waist, his sweaty ass pressing down on Jim's thighs "try again."

"FuckkKKKK!" Jim bent forward at the waist, hearing the metal scrape then clear the floor. He was almost sitting upright when Steve counted to five and pushed him back, the metal clanging hard to the floor.

"Okay nine more!"

"This fucking HURTS asshole!" Jim again leaned forward and up as Steve gave him the five-count. He finished all ten, the muscles in his neck and shoulders cording and ripping something fierce, every vein standing out like an anatomy lesson "fuck! Okay asshole let's see you do this!"

"Watch and learn watch and learn" Steve replaced Jim on the bench and flattened out, hairy and naked but still big enough to be an imposing presence. Steve pulled the headgear onto his own head, adjusting for the additional size. When he was finished Steve pointed at his legs "sit!"

"No way, not with you -- "

"You want me bareass, deal with it" but Jim straddled Steve's thighs until he grabbed Jim's hips and pulled him forward until he was right on his crotch "yeah right there!"

"Get your dick outa my ass!" he wiggled and lifted up.

"That's later" Steve grunted testing the weight "if you finally admit you want that, you want me to do you good."

"Fuck you!"

"That too" Steve's eyes squeezed shut and he grunted forward, the weights yanked off the floor by a good foot. Jim was almost too shocked to count until Steve bucked upwards, reminding him of his predicament. As soon as the quick five-count ended Steve lowered himself back down. Unknown to Jim, Steve had done thousands of times, or exercises similar in college when he played ball. His coach was super-insistent on making sure his front line was not benched with neck injuries during the playing season. As a result Steve finished his ten with little effort, his thick bullneck responding to the familiar exercise displaying hidden muscles in his shoulders not used in years.

"Fuck this is crazy" Jim watched Steve pop out of the headgear, waiting for him to get up first "oh yeah right" struggling to his feet then taking his place on the bench, his clothes mopping up Steve's sweat.

"How much?"

"How much what?"

"Another five? Ten? How much?"

"More weight? We gotta do -- "

"You pick or I will."

"Fine okay. Five!"

"Five? That's all?" Steve laughed "thought you were tough!"

"Okay okay make it ten!"

"Deal" Steve found a ten pounder and re-looped the cord through all three weights. He was about to take his seat on Jim's crotch when he was waved away.

"Don't think you'll have a lot of luck without me bracing you."

"I'll suffer" Jim grabbed the bench and tried to lift the weights, his neck and shoulders burning with the effort. He got two done when he grunted and pointed. Steve's four feet wide smirk loomed over him when he ground his ass into Jim's junk. But it was enough to help him finish the last eight "damn! You sure this is..."

"It's real alright. We did this in college like three times a week. You never played ball did you?" rubbing it in. He knew that Jim always resented the fact that Steve played sports at the college level and Jim was just a gym rat by comparison. A big musclebound amateur, according to Steve.

"Okay varsity stud your turn, let's see how good you are at this shit!" falling off the bench as soon as the weights were free.

"Watch and learn" Steve lay back as Jim attached the weight to his headgear. He heard the additional five pounder clang into place "and don't forget... that" pointing down to his crotch. Jim rolled his eyes but straddled that bare crotch, feeling Steve's hardness rub against his covered ass. When Steve arched up and began a steady rubbing against him he lowered himself down, almost enjoying the hard sweaty contact. If not enjoying at least learning to abhor it a bit less with each passing moment. But the bone rubbing into his crotch was not his main worry; when he saw Steve roll forward for the tenth time, every muscle in his neck and shoulders popping and swelling even more, he knew he was beat!

"Get this sweaty ass off me!" Steve groaned trying to pry himself free of the headgear, expecting Jim to laugh and walk away. Instead he disconnected the weights and tugged Steve to his feet.

"Trying to be nice all of sudden hoping I don't make you do something really gross?"

"Okay you win" Jim's hands already tugging his t-shirt upwards "I guess this is what -- "

"Hold it right there" Steve went over to his discarded gymshorts digging around in the pockets "I get to pick the penalty not you. And as much as you are so narcisisstic, so damn hot to get naked for all your fans" thumbing at the camcorder smirking "you're rushing it a bit" he found what he wanted and put the items in Jim's hand "take these."

"What the -- no no way!" seeing the little blue pills "if these are what I think -- "

"Yeah they are" Steve folded his arms over his huge chest "one's usually enough to do the trick, two should be really dramatic."

"I don't need no goddamn Viagra!"

"All the more reason, huh? That's your penalty. Both of them or forfeit, I mean it Jimbo."

"No fuckin way!"

"Way!"

"I'm telling you I don't need them and sure as fuck ain't taking them!"

"And I don't need to release the tapes we already did do I, so..."

"You wouldn't fuckin DARE!"

"Are you gonna take them or not?"

"Fuck this is so fucked up, it's not like I need this -- like like I need any of this" and with a quick flip there were down the hatch "this is totally fucked" and again he started tugging his t-shirt up.

"Maaaaaan... What is it with you Jimbo? No don't answer, cause it's getting real clear you got such a bug t'shed your clothes. And I ain't stupid I know it's not for me right? It's gotta be the camera or else it's just anybody, any audience, any takers, I'm thinking. No just leave your clothes on for the time being" Steve almost chuckled but knew what Jim's weakness would get him to do"never knew any dude so eager to show dick for the camera, man Larson y'ever think you're in the wrong business?" and that idea burned a permanent groove in his brain. Jim and the camera seemed to be on a first-name basis and Steve wondered how much "posing" he had done in the past. Because he sure as fuck had never seemed to have problems stripping for cameras. Maybe when he had exhausted all other penalties it might be interesting to get Jim to spill the beans about what was really going on, or had gone down in the past.

"My turn now fuckwad" Jim gulped down half of a waterbottle sitting on the back counter. It tasted funny but he was not in the mood to argue the point "grab two dumbbells they don't need to be heavy, a coupla twenties should be fine."

"That's all? How much we gonna increase each time?" Steve smelled a major trap.

"No more'n five okay?"

"Huh?"

"I'll go first so you see what I'm talking about" he grabbed the pair from Steve and stood with them by his side "simple squats is all... except" Jim raised his left foot until his leg was almost straight in front of him "your other foot cannot touch the ground" and just like that Jim balanced himself and lowered his body down until the dumbbells almost hit the floor. It took a great deal of strength and even more balance to lift himself back up. He did it four more times and then stopped, sweaty and out of breath "five. Each. Time..."

"You're shitting me" Steve almost lost his hardon watching Jim's performance. He had never done any exercise like this before, seeing it as more gymnastics than power. He knew his own great strength but this was more finesse than power. It took three attempts before he did even one successfully. He was waiting for Jim to call time but Jim waited, looking distracted and flushed. After five minutes or so Steve managed to complete his five, with about fifteen mistakes in the process. He expected Jim to call him out but instead Jim took the weights from him, added another five pounds and did his five with a great deal of shaking but otherwise little effort.

"Okay wait" Steve panicked, seeing Jim finished his set, dropping the weights to the floor "this ain't a real exercise, it's more -- "

"Real enough, do it or forfeit Bearbreath, I mean it" Jim was definitely red in the face and sweating up a storm. Steve grabbed the heavier dumbbells, balanced himself on his strong right leg and with a large amount of straining and shaking managed his five to his great surprise.

"See? Once you get the hang of it then it's..."

"It's still a real bitch on the hams" rubbing himself, getting out the knots. He watched Jim load up the dumbbells yet again and get into his crouch. This time he could not help but notice there was a definite lump in Jim's shorts. The pills were beginning to take their slow but inevitable toll on him. Jim lost his balance once but Steve assumed he could do his own final five so did not make an issue of it. When it came his turn he balanced the heavy dumbbells in his grip and again crouched down on his right leg, trying not to let Jim's tugging at his now growing hardon get too distracting. But it was too much to ignore and when Steve felt himself re-boning as well he lost his cool completely and fell on his ass.

"Sorry Bonebreath that's a forfeit."

"Wait, I get another chance. You almost lost it last time too!"

"Almost. Key word there is almost, and I finished you did not. So forfeit or admit you lost."

"Wait!"

"Forfeit!"

"Okay okay" Steve got to his feet, anxious to lose the two weights. Once he straightened up, his still growing hardon stretched towards the camcorder like a magnetized bar "you win. So what's it gonna be" looking down at himself "I ain't got anything else to lose" his naked body self-evident.

"Okay Braersten" Jim rearranged his covered semi seeing Steve's eyes glued to his crotch "we both know this really ain't about working out any more than it's about you keeping in shape okay? and that camera ain't at all necessary to getting that lard-butt of yours to do these fake-ass workouts" holding out his hand "no beating around the bush we both know what's really going on here, why we're here tonight huh? It's about who's gonna push who into doing full-blown sex things first, and I'm talking bout real hardcore guy-on-guy sex things here we clear on that, ain't that right? And after the last few nights I'd be totally dense not to get the idea there's probably not much anymore you wouldn't do if I snapped my fingers, right? No don't deny it, your dick has been doing all the talking for you ever since all this shit started. So maybe it's time you stop pretending, we both stop all this bullshit dancing around the real issue here. And that is you gotta fuckin nasty bug up your butt, you get all hot thinking about getting into nasty sex shit... with me! I get it Braersten! I know what floats your boat and I know it's what I got here" grabbing his full-blown hardon "between my legs, and first I thought it was gross and disgusting but lately I'm starting to see things in a whole new light, and hell" tugging at himself "at this point right now I think I'd just about screw a garden hose those pills starting to get me so jacked up. So here's the deal" going through several drawers until he found what he wanted "see these?" holding up some dice "every time from now on one of us forfeits we throw the dice. And whatever number come up that's the penalty we gotta."

"What penalty?" Steve's hand was tugging at his own dick, camera or no camera seeing Jim's eyes scrutinizing every stroke and knowing the big muscle stud was finally on the edge of caving in to out-and-out sex games.

"Easy enough, y'been wanting to rattle my cage and push my buttons and get me all sexed up then you better get ready to deal with the consequences" finding a sheet of paper and tearing it in half "write down six things... one to six y'know, six penalties for these forfeits. But y'better be careful what you write in case you the one have to do them yourself, got it?" Jim was already writing down his six forfeits for numbers seven through twelve.

"Hey no fair, you can't throw one, then I only get five!"

"Suck it up" Jim laughed, jotting that down as well. He took his six listed forfeits, separated and labeled each by number and left them on the back table. When Steve had finished grumbling and done the same with his meager five slips, he joined Jim on the bench.

"Okay so now we do chin-ups" Steve muttered almost as a question.

"Or not" Jim was almost straining to get out of his clothes at that point, at least those ever-tightening shorts "there's still a forfeit you gotta do."

"I thought I already did it."

"Nice try" holding out the dice "better hope for a low number buddy."

"Wait, I mean..."

"You were so eager to think up kinky shit for me, now tables are turned. Do it Bearbreath."

Steve took the dice and threw them on the table next to them. A two and a three came up to Steve's shock.

"Wait! Do over!"

"So let's see what you had planned for me but backfired" Jim went to grab the strip labeled 5 but Steve snapped it out of his hands "okay read it for the camera. Now Steve-O."

"This was supposed to be..."

"Yeah I know, but turnabout's a bitch, tough luck it's you instead. Read it!"

Steve's hand was shaking "plug in your butt rest of the evening" throwing the paper on the floor.

"Hey don't throw it away. We could use it again no wait! Okay, new rule: if the same number hits again y'gotta do the next higher number got it?"

"No wait I mean can't we y'know I don't know about this..."

"And you just know where that plug is, I bet. Let's see how you like this doing nasty shit in front of the camera -- "

"Wait! I'll do it but not the camera! No wait" watching Jim wheel the stand closer to the weightbench. There was a short loud argument but Jim knew his threat to leave right then and there was enough to keep Steve on his nads-driven leash. He was already naked so all there was left to do was retrieve the buttplug from where he spied it lying in a drawer along with... He found the lube as well and lay back on the bench Jim had thoughtfully covered with several towels. As soon as his fingers were playing with his hole his hardon returned to the delight of the camera and Jim's bugging eyes. When Steve shoved the plug hard and deep into his hairy ass-crack Jim grabbed the camera off the stand and zoomed in not more than a foot away from Steve's less hairy balls, his ass greasy and stretched with the black rubber plug jammed tight inside him.

"Yeah, big fuckin football stud so horned can't wait to spread his thick ass get it stretched wide open!" Jim did not have to touch himself to keep his dick hard. He told himself it was the pills and not this skanky pervy totally-gross display his big husky friend was putting on for his benefit, his arousal "okay stand up and face the music Steve-O, let's see what having that ass stuffed does for your dick" grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him to his feet. As he hoped Steve's thick dick was bobbing and swinging up and down, a mind of its own "too fuckin horned to stop now, huh Numbnuts?" grabbing him by those hairy balls and giving them a few quick bounces before Steve twisted away" yeah, had a hunch you were gonna like having your ass stuffed. Now we got one less secret between us, right Steve-O?"

"Fuck..." Steve took a few steps very bowlegged and uncomfortable.

"Bend over I want to see that thing up your ass" Jim was struggling not to rub himself, his crotch jutting straight out at that point "yeah, know take it up the ass asshole, show the world what you almost got away trying to hide, what a total dickhound you really are yeah!" pushing down on that broad back so Steve's ass was almost pressed against the camera "pull those cheeks apart, yeah, fuck that's SO DAMN nasty" the hairy crack showing the thick round end of the plug rammed all the way tight, stretching Steve's hole wide "now keep it there you pig, keep that damn thing in the rest of night, or until..."

"Until what?"

"Ain't your problem right now you got bigger things" giving one hairy cheek a good slap "to worry about and your night is just starting, better get used to things up your butt huh Bearbreath?"

"Like what?" Steve straightened up, his face red and running sweat "just admit out loud once and for all you want my ass don't you? You wanna fuck me, camera or no camera admit it?"

"You fuckin wish! When you admit you want nothing better than for me to drill your hole Brearsten, you been wanting my dick since you first perved on it, you want me up your hole, don't go denying it. But y'better hope you're lucky enough t'earn it okay?"

"Damn..." Steve shifted his weight back and forth trying to get used to the baseball bat up his ass but no matter what he did, it felt like he was trying to fit a softball up there "don't expect me to be doing exercises with this do ya?"

"Fuck no I'm too horned up to do any exercises anymore. You wanted me so horny I'd do any shit, well you got what you want and now you're so gonna pay got it?"

"So what we gonna do t'see who -- "

"Fuck the exercise shit, it was all bullshit anyway" Jim put the camera back on the stand "from now on we're gonna decide a total fast down-and-dirty way. Rock paper scissors!"

"You shittin me?"

"Hey, you wanted to do horny shit, now here's where the pedal hits the metal and we separate the men from the boys. Do it" holding out his hand "or forfeit and go home. This is the turning point big guy, this is what everything's been leading up to for months Braersten" his fist almost shaking with the mushrooming lust "NOW!"

"Fuck..." Steve's fist joined Jim's and after a quick count of three their palms flew forward, Jim's flat and Steve's still clenched "damn! NO! Do over!"

"Sweet, totally sweet" Jim's sweaty hand shoved the wet dice into Steve's fist "do it!"

"Wait, maybe we better stop and catch our breath, maybe we better just chill and think about everything..." nodding at the camera "y'know..."

"Suck it UP stud" Jim spat out, catching himself too late. Steve heard the slip and tossed the dice on the bench before his brain caught up with his dick. A three and a five stared up at him.

"Shit!" came from Jim, surprising Steve "I was hoping for something more... nasty."

Steve picked up the slip hearing "read it" grunted behind him. He read,

"Jack for five minutes no clothes no cumming."

Steve was worried now. There was no way he could not blow his load doing this, not with Jim standing so close to him he could smell his sex sweat pumping off him in waves. He thought he might just go through the motions barely touching himself. He tood a wide stance and faced the camera, concentrating on the cold lens, not the hot body of muscles next to it. His hand rubbed his bristling crotch, ignoring Jim's barking. When he rubbed his crinkling balls he knew they were primed and ready to empty his load all over the floor if he so much as touched his swollen cock. He grabbed the base not daring to go near the barely-covered head. He squeezed it, his eyes closing with the effort to delay the inevitable, but after a minute or two of that Jim yelled at him to do it right or forfeit. It was agony standing there starting to rub the full length with serious strokes, the pre-cum slicking the head, the plug doing a major number on his prostate. Everytime he felt himself starting to boil up his sperm he saw Jim pull his hand away from his own stretched crotch, the rockhard dick head straining tight against those thin shorts, the front now blotchy and stained with at least five seperate stains where that bone was starting to pump out some serious precum. When Jim pressed his crotch forward and flexed his dick for extra effect, Steve felt his cock throb and a heavy glob of his own precum, milky and thick, oozed out the exposed fat head of his cock and form a shiny string halfway to the floor. He knew another stroke and it would be over. Again he attempted some fake stroking barely touching the base halfway up his shaft and again Jim barked at him. It was only by five seconds Steve escaped splattering several days worth of jizz all over the entire room.

"Damn..." Jim's eyes stayed glued to Steve's dick, red and swollen from the torture, his foreskin pulled all the way back, forming almost a tourniquet behind the swollen head, a healthy stream of goo still oozing from the slit "you almost didn't make it. Another minute and -- "

"Another five seconds!" Steve walked bowlegged over to the towel, wiping the sweat off his thick hairy chest "again" his voice shaking, his fist held out.

"Your funeral" Jim's fist went out as well. Three shakes and this time Jim's fist stayed in a ball, but Steve's was flat. All the air went out of both of them simultaneously "fuck..." he looked around for the dice "I need a nine, damn gimme a nine!" he rolled. When the cubes finally stopped their spinning, snake-eyes were staring up at him "huh?"

"Fuckin about time!" Steve looked at him knowing Jim would walk out the door once he read the slip. But just having the power musclestud watch him jack off to the sight of that boner in those shorts was enough to make his day. Make his month!

"You are kidding me right?" Jim tossed the slip to the floor "you shitting me?"

"Read it. Slow and loud for the camera Jimbo."

"Fuck this..." he started reading "blindfolded and hands tied behind back. Five minutes being jacked or sucked or both. No cumming or" he glared at Steve "well I don't haveta worry about the rest do I?"

"And if you cum if you can't hold your nut you do what's on number three Jimbo" Steve knew he was leaving a trail of drool wherever he stood he was so horned. If he had lost, his cock would have unloaded at the first brush from Jim's muscled fist. But now the tables were turned. And all that hard muscled flesh, the big straight blond stud was his to do with as he wanted, within reason. And with that camcorder chaperoning his activities, that is.

"Shit y'happy? Y'finally get to rub your homo hands all over this, finally huh Cumbreath?" Jim's chest and shoulders flexed and bulged for effect "but don't even think about making me juice my load. I don't get my nut that way, and you ain't my idea of a turn-on, Steve-O" he sneered "so y'better get ready cause I got some REAL nasty shit all planned for you. You're gonna be really regretting y'got me here tonight, you're gonna be beggin for mercy when I get done with you, ya big fag."

"We gonna find out right now who's gonna be beggin and crying like a baby, Jimbo" Steve pulled those thick guns behind Jim's back making sure he felt the slick head of his dick rub against his thigh "now hold'm there" finding something like a blue bandana jammed in among some leather straps on the back table. He twisted it around Jim's head making sure it covered his eyes tight. Then those arms and wrists were tied up with a length of cord that was securing some barbells in the corner. Jim grunted and twisted around but he puffed out his chest even more than Steve thought necessary, knowing this guy really and truly was the biggest exhibitionist he had ever seen.

"Enjoying this aren't ya, knowing you are the center of attention. Feeling that camera taking in all those years of making your muscles big and sexy, the big stud in all of his glory huh?" and then Steve's sweaty fingers ran over and around those thick pecs, blatantly feeling him up and getting his nipples to pop out like he knew they would "all those stud muscles aching to be rubbed and displayed."

"Yeah, those slimy hands always wanted to feel me up didn't they? Couldn't wait to touch a real man, huh Cumbreath? Bet you been pounding your pud for months trying to figure out how to finally get your hands on my meat, ain't that right?"

"You the one been wacking your meat fantasizing about something like this finally happening, right Jimbo?" Steve glanced up into Jim's covered face, seeing his neck and jaw tense and shiny with all that pent-up horniness. That's when he noticed the large hook hanging from the ceiling. He reached up and was just able to bat the bottom of it. Before Jim knew what he was doing, the end of that cord was tossed upwards and through the hook "hey! What you -- "

"Not to worry nothin a big strong man like you can't handle" Steve tightened the rope until Jim's wrists were tight against the middle of his back.

"HEY!" Jim struggled but his arms was angled backwards in a painful angle, his back arched upwards to the ceiling "I never said you could -- "

"Tough shit Jismboy" Steve's hands returned to that tight heaving chest "five minutes start... now!" and with Jim doing his best to pull away, his clinging muscle-T was pull up and over his pecs and then hooked behind his head, his bare smooth abs and chest muscles rippling and flexing even without Jim's constant gyrations. With his entire front finally bared for the camera, Steve's hand went for the prize "what have we here?" rubbing the straining hard dickhead through the tight material "this meat's been wanting to shoot some juice all night. Bet it wants to come out and show the camera how big and red it's gotten just thinking about having some dude rubbing it huh?"

"Fuck you Steve, quit messing around oh SHIT!" feeling Steve's hand reach down inside the waistband and make contact with the bare flesh "damn!"

"Yeah, let's bring the badboy out and say hello to the evil camera here" and before Jim could twist away Steve's hands tugged down those shorts, and there pointing almost to the ceiling was seven and a half inches of hard muscle cop cock, straining and throbbing, the stretched head shiny and purple with all of Jim's precum, the long perfectly tapered length throbbing out its veins in blue relief. The shorts were yanked over those thick corded thighs and unrolled as far as his ankles. Steve whistled "what's this huh Jimbo?" rubbing the smooth pubes and shaved balls "you were REALLY getting your junk camera-ready for this show tonight huh?" rubbing his hands all over the smooth flesh "but I think we got a minute for a close up, now we got your shaved jewels all ready and primed."

Steve rolled the camcorder closer, lowering it until it was level with Jim's crotch. As soon as he did he grabbed Jim from behind, pressing his own dripping cock into those bare asscheeks, humping and rubbing enough to make it look like Jim was actually getting dicked. He tried to pull away but the cords tied to that hook gave him a few precious inches of wiggle room at best and Steve's thick paws on either hip kept Jim's hardon pointed right at the unblinking lens. He glanced at the clock,

"Four minutes Jimbo, time to see this cannon shoot its payload!"

"Okay you had your fun, game's up untie me Braersten, I mean it!" Jim shook his head trying to get the blindfold off his eyes. That's when he felt Steve slide sideways and downwards and before he could react a warm wet mouth was pumping up and down on his iron. He groaned and bucked and felt himself start to loose his battle "f-f-f-fuck STOP!" but the mouth and then a tight fist was pumping away on his cock, rubbing and stretching all the right places, the thick swollen area along the underside, then the flaring crown ridge "damn no no NO I'm gonna" and Steve's mouth and fist flew away, leaving his spit-shiny cock throbbing and bobbing, the head and piss-slit splayed wide and a bit of shiny goo globbing down from it hanging there a moment before hitting the floor with a loud splat "fuck fuck! Oh dammnit c-c-cum I almost shit almost damn DAMN I gotta I gotta damn asshole finish it get me off damnit! you wanna make me cum make it cum already, I'm cumming I gotta cum" Jim babbled and grunted over and over, his hips bucking towards the camera, trying to fuck the air enough to bring him off, push himself into that orgasm hanging a stroke away.

"No, we don't want you cumming Jimbo, remember? You said no guy could make you cum, right? Not the big cop stud not Jim Larson, not this muscle stud meat master" his hand now slick sliding up and down Jim's bright red shaft, enough to keep it ballooned and throbbing but not enough to push him over the edge "you don't really wanna blow your load after what you said, you don't really want any film of you getting your nut off with some guy's hand or... mouth!" Steve bent down and again swallowed most of the length down his throat up and down he bobbed on it, the object of his lust finally ramming the back of his throat and Steve almost got carried away "not a guy blowing you" gasping and catching his breath "not on your big straight macho manhood, huh Jimbo?"

"Oh fuck fuck, s-s-s-suck it suck it suck me off Steve, oh god do it, suck it suck ME!" Jim was dying, so close to nutting for the second time and Steve was just toying with him, keeping him almost blowing, sucking for ten seconds, holding Jim's nut from blowing for ten seconds over and over. Closer and closer over and over.

"Stand there, let the camera see what Jimbo the big fucking Stud Meister looks like all naked boned and begging a dude to take his load" Steve knew his red face and heaving chest branded him for life, the camera freezing the moment for everyone and anyone who happened to see it but he was past caring now. Seeing Jim hanging there seconds away from cumming, from Steve making him cum! that was his the tipping point for him. With the clock ticking he found what he needed still lying on the weightbench. He lubed his hand and took his position again pressed against Jim's backside "okay you're gonna really enjoy this Jimbo, just relax and let big old Steve here finally give you the nut to end all nuts" sliding his greased hand between those rock-hard glutes. Jim felt the invasion and tried to pull forward but a barely less greasy palm was waiting up front for his cockhead when he did. The feeling of that lubed hand starting a steady and relentless stroking on his cock was more than he could bare. And when the first hand drove two lubed fingers deep inside his hole Jim yelled and lurched and started bucking his cock faster and faster into that slimy fist in front of him, knowing his orgasm was seconds away "don't cum Jimbo, we still got two minutes left, don't you dare blow your wad man" Steve's fingers slipped in to the second knuckle until they found the prize. When he felt Jim's ass clench down tight on his fingers as they started a quick drumming into his swollen prostate, Steve felt that thick cockhead swell in his grip and Jim screamed. Steve almost didn't pull his fist away before that iron tube erupted and blew three four five thick ropes of cum straight ahead almost as far as the lens. As Jim's cock blew out several more unaided ejaculations Steve slammed his own cock against Jim's right asscheek and after everything that had happened, after finally getting to suck that ultimate cock, finally getting to make Jimbo blow his load for him for HIM, Steve's cock was so ready to blast out his own juice, his precum running down Jim's thigh as he twisted and turned in a futile attempt to pull free of the slimy mess, free of Steve's fingers pounding his prostate, free of Steve's fingers massaging the last spasms of cum all over his smooth shaved balls. It was one of the most brain-rattling orgasms Jim ever had.

"Fuck..." Steve slowly stepped back from the precipice, from going all the way his cock inches from that slimy hole he slowly disentangled himself from what he had almost done, looking at the wall clock "and look at that Jimbo, looks like we still have forty seconds left. That's bad Jimbo, real bad. Barely four minutes and you unloaded all over the place. That's gonna cost you Jimbo."

"Fuck fuck fuck" Jim collapsed forward, his weight hanging from his painful shoulders "fuck, untie me Steve. Goddamnit NOW!"

And that is what Steve did, not very concerned Jim might have enough strength left to take a swing at him, to lunge at him with the realization of what had just happened. Instead Jim crouched there shaking the blood back into his arms and with his cock still drooling cum he lurched out of the room, away from Jim away from that cursed camera away from everything towards the showers.

Steve looked down at himself, staring at his cock just begging for release then up at the camera. The plug still inside his hole pressing against his knob decided for him and he went into autopilot. Even if Jim came back and decided he was ready for more, as unlikely as that was, Steve was so charged up, he had been so charged up about all of this for so long, there was no way he could stop himself. With his hand still covered with Jim's actual jizz he planted his feet in a wide crouch and faced the camera, starting a slow and steady stroke, hoping there was still plenty of film left. It would have been really hot having Jim there watching or even better joining him or even better having his mouth --

"Hey STEVE!" came booming from the far end of the room. Steve straightened up so fast he almost levitated off the floor! Who the hell called his name!?! Before he had a chance even to cover himself a giant shoulder then an even larger body came around the corner three hundred pounds of black muscle face to face with a very naked greasy sweaty smelly Steve "w-what who the FUCK ARE YOU?" the giant boomed at him.

"Fuck" Steve grunted, his hand flying off his bright red hard boner, shiny and impossible to hide "what who who the FUCK are YOU???"

"Name's Bo" just like that held up his hand "maybe ain't gonna be shakin y'hand right now y'know w'I'm sayin here?" his eyes travelled up and down Steve's torso twisting away from the camcorder Bo noticed right away "maaaan don't let me bother ya" almost chuckling "like is Steve here? Don't mean t'be interruptin your shit n'all but -- "

"I'm -- I I mean" Steve forced the blood from his lower brain to his upper fast "oh y'mean the other—probably in in I mean y'know his office I mean -- "

"Don't pay me no mind" Bo's eyes took it all in "I'll be outa y'way fast enough" Bo turned towards the back "go ahead and finish drainin that hog before y'keel over... stud" under his breath but from that big guy's gulp Bo suspected the naked linebacker heard that last part clear enough. He was almost to the office when he saw his Steve -- Poker Steve -- come out of the office. They didn't need to say a word; Bo saw enough to put the whole messy story together for himself. Steve was reaching into his drawer for the envelope when they both heard the half-dressed Jim emerge from the locker room. If he saw the exchange he did not let on, but Bo almost messed himself, the incriminating evidence flying into his pants pocket faster than lightning.

"And this here's J-John" Poker Steve stepped between them and nodded at Jim.

"You might be wantin t'chill a few minutes" Bo nodded at the work-out area "your buddy's out there's still..."

"Uh?" was all Jim got out, thinking even that was too much and headed for Steve to make sure he was decent. When he saw him trying to pull on Jim's shorts beneath a towel Jim shook his head and turned beet-red, not in that order "goddamnit Steve get your clothes on for crissakes we got company, and he ain't -- "

"I ain't WHAT?" Bo materialized that fast, with Poker Steve for back-up. The tension in the room went from serious to crisis in two point three seconds flat: Poker Steve went over to the camcorder, knowing where his priorities were,

"Okay guys everyone cool off. That means you too Bo."

"HEY!" Bo was not thrilled to hear his actual name fly through the air and hang over his head like a neon arrow "Steve we got guests remember?" nodding at Jim while Steve grabbed the tape from the camcorder.

"HEY!" Braersten came flying over to him, his shorts halfway up his thighs "that's mine."

"Actually it's still mine" Poker Steve took it from Bo "until you two decide to pony up and actually pay for tonight like you first agreed, or we work something else out here."

"Something else?" Bo zeroed in on that faster than a fly on shit "what did you get them to agree to, Steve?"

"What's that to -- " Braersten blurted out fast.

"He meant me... Stu" Poker Steve tried to calm the waters here before things got worse. Naked guys doing sex shit in his warehouse was all well and good until they decided to play the "cop card" on him and then he was probably going to be fucked or back in the poorhouse or both "you can just pay up like we agreed before you changed your mind remember?" waving the cassette in cop Steve's face "and then this goes in the trash. All the same to me either way seeing as I ain't the one doing -- "

"Doin nothin here Steve" Jim joined his Steve keeping his eye on the big newcomer "not sure your friend here" nodding at Bo "wants to knows what kind of bullshit you got going on here but..."

"If he don't" Poker Steve cut back "he's got muscles between his ears, in fact -- "

"We ain't gonna be goin there Steve" Bo saw him pocket the cassette real Houdini-like. He would give his left ball to confirm his suspicions about what it contained. He all but knew it was major serious kink shit based on the big football player jacking off for the camera when he barged in "talk t'you NOW!" and the two went back to the office.

"Get your sorry assed dressed already Braersten geez!" Jim threw a towel at the half-naked Steve "or you wanna stand there all night the whole world seein ya pullin your meat?"

"Kinda lost interest" Steve lied "y'know, when that big bubbah showed up. Who the fuck IS he? Y'ever see him before?"

"Not even" Jim lied. He was not going to tell Steve the big bruiser was one of the reasons, not the main reason, he was less than eager to go back to the Y. He had Steve out of those shorts and into his rightful pair and was gathering up his various items when Bo returned to the room with Poker Steve not three steps behind.

"So Steve's tellin me you two owe him some serious folding money for the place, for tonight, that right?"

"Pay the man" Jim's white knuckles gripped his gymbag and was heading for the door.

"Me? Thought you were gonna -- "

"Me?" Jim spun around "you the one so eager to -- "

"You still agreed to half."

"I'll owe it to ya" Jim turned "or not, after what you..."

"Hey a deal's a deal Jimbo. You agreed to this as much as I did!"

"Hey!" Jim heard his name used "tomorrow you got some serious -- "

"I don't care which one of you coughs up the money" Poker Steve got serious fast "as long as one of you -- or both of you" glaring at Jim "do it, but either you pay for the facilities as we agreed or forget about you or your buddies using this place again and..." those beans spilled he paused for added emphasis "I should be keeping the tape for..."

"For what exactly?" Jim tried to keep cool but knew he was sweating and almost shaking, seeing a noose around his neck, Steve's neck, all of their necks now "for what, Steve?"

"Ah er security, y'might say."

"No wait! I'll pay" Steve panicked knowing he did not have enough cash on him, not unless Jim chipped in "can I give you a check?"

"Cash business here, gentlemen" Poker Steve tried to keep a straight face "so what's it gonna be?"

"I said I'll pay okay?" Steve rustled around in his duffel bag, looking for his wallet "I'll write you a check or give you the cash tomorrow okay?"

"Enough already Steve!" Bo cut in, taking note of the big linebacker responding to his name. Another Steve, just as he thought. More and more interesting. And that other dude -- John? Jim? Whatever his name he had cop written all over him. And even though it was impossible to see clearly in that steam room, Bo's eyes were good when he needed them. He stood sizing up these two, very careful to note how this new Steve's eyes rarely left his friend. And there it was! Bo saw the dynamics between them, his hunches telling him what brought those two here tonight. He could smell that distinct quality in the air, more than sweat more than cum, it was... yeah, that same trigger when he knew he was on the trail of something... something very important. That kerosene ozone electric smell of an impending storm. And this time the storm was going to be a whopper! "just so we have no hard feelings here" looking hard at Jim "I'm even gettin this crazy notion maybe jes maybe just thinking... of... loanin you" then looking at that new Steve "the cash tonight maybe so you can -- "

"Say what?" Jim walked back to where Bo was filling out the room "you wanna do WHAT?"

"I'm jus thinkin no reason I can't float you two meatheads y'know a loan like, y'following me or what?"

"Why the fuck'd you do that, huh?'

"Cause I'm thinkin we're so gettin off on the wrong track here guys" Bo held out his massive paw, more bait than greeting "the name's Bo and if you guys're friends with Steve here, shit that's good enough for me, is all" his huge hand hanging in midair. Jim suspected if he did not shake it there would be serious consequences. So he shook it, then Steve did as well "so we're all good here right?"

"Yeah" Steve gulped, feeling the strength in that grip "we're all cool right ... er thanks, I guess."

"Don't mention it" Bo looked at Jim, the more suspicious and more volatile -- and yeah more critical -- of the two "we cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool. Thanks...Bo."

"So unless you plan on stayin" Bo turned "hey Steve this place still open the rest of tonight?"

"Yours" came echoing from the office.

"Right" Bo went to a drawer and popped another cassette in the camcorder "you leavin or stayin?" wheeling it over to the weight bench.

"You... uh..." Steve hesitated "you gonna be uh..."

"I'm gonna be getting in my usual regular" slightly underlining the word to catch Steve's reaction "evening workout in the time I got left here, all the same's t'you" and Bo's sweatshirt came flying over his head. He stood there wearing his worn and faded stringer tank-top, his massive arms and shoulders bared and threatening, having the desire effect "but..."

"But what?" Steve wanted to get to the locker room and presentable "what?"

"Just thinkin... I'm always in a position here where I need really be needin a spotter, y'know?"

"Huh?"

"Just sayin a spotter's always helpful is all" and he turned and started wiping down the bench free of all those ass marks and worse "well?"

Steve looked at Jim all antsy to get out of there then back to Bo "for how long?" seeing Jim's jaw drop, glaring at him.

"Maybe an hour not long" Bo flexed his arms loosening those tight huge muscles "y'interested?"

"Steve we're leaving!" Jim snapped.

"Well..." Steve bit his lip, the gears in his head whirling and whining, shifting into high. And if this guy really did use the place for his workouts then maybe he was somebody to get to know, to find out just what REALLY went on in this place, and maybe get a leg-up on Jim and Tony in the process, another feather in his promotion cap "a spotter huh?"

"Yup, y'interested?" Bo went back to the bench.

"Steve we really have to leave remember?" Jim was not in any mood for this "you drove remember?"

"Just for a little while... Jim" Steve saw the reaction to his name "besides you can't be home til after eleven remember?"

"But..."

"Just go sit in the office if you don't wanna stick around" Steve has something buzzing around in his head getting louder by the second, some odd hunch to play here. He smelled something in the air, something important and vague in its outline. He had to find out just who this Bo character was and how much he knew about what really went down in this warehouse. Maybe it was his basic suspicious nature, or his professional training, but Steve's felt the itch of something worth pursuing here and did not want the opportunity -- his opportunity! -- to just slip away forever. And the way Bo made Jim nervous was icing on the cake! But deep down inside Steve thought the big bubbah was worth whatever time Steve decided to invest "just for a little while, okay with you Bo?"

"Much appreciated" Bo saw a rather pissed off Jim standing there not sure whether to leave or stay "one more thing..."

"What thing is that?" Steve suddenly got a bad feeling "look I just only agreed --" here it comes, he thought.

"Guys who spot me, guys who invest the time t'work out with me" Bo's hand dropped to his thigh. Sure enough Steve's eyes followed the motion, the buzzing in his head shifting tones "I don't go expectin my workout partners to be doin any of this for free."

"What?" Steve almost dropped his duffel bag "look, I already said I was gonna pay up -- "

"You ain't listening Numbnutts" Jim came back into the room, his own antennas up and buzzing now "sounds t'me like he's offering to pay YOU, not the other -- "

"Whatever you're into Steve there for, how much money you owing him" nodding at the office "you can just consider it paid in full and I'll throw in another two on top of it."

"Two?"

"Yeah two hundred" Bo shrugged like it was nothing "up to you."

"Just for... for spotting you?" Steve was having more and more trouble hanging on to shifting merry-go-round beneath his feet, these last fifteen minutes threatening to short circuit his fevered brain "you shitting me?"

"You down with that?"

"Man... man, damn... okay, y'sure about this? I mean I don't mind paying back -- I I mean paying Steve I mean..."

"Good we're straight then" Bo looked at Jim "so musclehead, you stayin or what?"

"Steve you really ain't gonna do this!" Jim looked at the giant, almost worrying Steve might be getting into something even the big lug could not handle "I mean after all..."

"Why don't you stay too, huh Jimbo?" Steve offered knowing Jim would never agree.

"Maybe the offer's not extending to your buddy too" Bo's gaze fixed on Jim "he's in a big hurry to get his skinny ass as far away from this place as possible, ain't that right...Jimbo?"

"Hey" Jim felt the slap to his large ego "like anybody needs two spotters, that don't make sense."

"That's right... Jimbo" Bo smiled "you go run along and let us big dawgs have ourselves a workout."

"Hey!"

"Run along, this is for real men."

"Hey... bud" Jim was feeling the blood rush to his face "Bo, maybe I'm just not in the mood to be doing any more workouts tonight, if it's all the same to you."

"Your buddy work your ass too hard tonite?" Bo looked at Steve and winked.

"He couln't if he tried" Jim snapped back, then realized his mistake fast.

"Not that I'm askin cause I ain't but" Bo started racking up weights on the bench "no law says you can't stick around if you want. It's a free country."

"Hardly free" Jim felt his palms getting sweaty.

"Besides, y'might almost say" Bo grabbed two dumbbells to swing around. His massive arms started working out the remaining knots "in a way y'already paid the price of admission, if I ain't mistaken."

"Jim don't be an ass, stay" Steve continued "like you gonna just sit there and watch, that ain't like you. Or go sit in the office with the other Steve's even worse."

"So... if..." Jim glared at Steve "I'm just saying if... IF I do stay, then..."

"Maybe if you're as good working the weights as you are your jaw" Bo pretended to ignore him "I'm sayin maybe I might find a way to send some money your way as well, up to you."

"I don't need the money" Jim grumbled.

"Suit yourself, if y'think y'ain't man enough" and Bo went over to the camcorder and his record. When Jim saw all Bo did was some basic warm-up exercises with those thirty-weights, Jim felt his anger and discomfort lessen by a degree or two at most.

Jim found a chair as far behind the camcorder and away from the activity as possible glaring at Bo finishing his stretching exercises, his massive arms and shoulders almost swelling on cue. He made a few comments to the camera then went to the weightbench testing the amount loaded. With a deep bass grunt he hefted the loaded bar up and pumped out ten just like that. Jim hated to admit he was impressed with the sheer massive strength of this guy. And before he could stop himself he was entertaining ideas about Steve's involvement. Yeah the lughead was big and strong but this Bo guy was way bigger and way stronger. And if things went south, this Bo guy could make roadkill of Steve in seconds. And then the image of Steve naked with that Bo guy's black meat rammed up Steve's hole came to Jim. Once he got over the shock of such a disgusting image he was relieved to see his jockstrap was keeping his barely lessened bone hidden in his shorts.

"So y'gonna spot me now or just stand there breathin heavy?" Bo decided it was time to get the big linebacker more involved "huh big guy?"

Steve heard the subtle compliment and knew he would do this. Up to that point he had second thoughts, not about the money, not even about doing something relatively clean with Jim sitting there with that angry sneer on his face. It was the sheer massive size of this Bo guy, how his huge muscled powerlifter physique just seemed to fill the whole room. And that made Steve the puny high school punk all over again.

"You ain't no skinny high school punk" Bo continued "you look like you know your way around a gym huh?"

"Sure" Steve coughed, a bit spooked. How did Bo know what he was thinking? It wasn't like he was some sideshow mind reader or anything! Steve helped Bo load more plates onto the bar then got the strangest idea. It wasn't like Bo could actually read minds or anything stupid like that, but just for no reason Steve thought about Bo stripping off his saggy stringer muscle top, his thick boxcar pecs bared and refrigerator huge. Hell the flimsy top was barely covering anything anyway, right? "that should be enough right? I mean just to make it look good, right Bo?"

"Yeah, two hundred's enough to get things goin" Bo stared at Steve and took his position on the bench. As agreed Steve spotted him, almost glad Bo did not suddenly get the idea to yank off his top. That would have been weird enough to make Steve rethink staying here with that loud camcorder still humming away in front of them. Maybe if the camera was closer and looking down on Bo it would look better.

"Hey" Bo tested the weight looking up into Steve's bulge "what's yer little buddy's name again?"

"Y'mean Jimbo there?" Steve smirked seeing Jim snarl.

"Yeah Jimbo" Bo growled "why don't ya make yerself useful and bring that camera closer get some angles looking down right here y'know get some real good shots at my presses."

"C'mon Jimbo" Steve covered his shock hearing his thoughts again "be a sport. Shit you just sitting there playing with yourself anyway."

"Hey!" but Jim did a slow roll out of his chair and slouched over to the camcorder, taking it from the stand and bringing it over next to where Bo was lying on his back. His hands were shaking some but not enough to notice, watching the black giant do ten quick presses like it was nothing, hardly needing Steve to re-rack the bar when he finished.

"Yeah, like you said, enough t'make it good" Bo sat up and with the camera almost close enough to get knocked from Steve's hands Bo gave a long stare at him then pulled off his top and threw it to the floor "don't be needin this I'm thinkin. Barely covering anythin anyway" getting to his feet "right Steve?"

"Uh er uh right Big Bo" Steve gulped hearing his own words. Man what the fuck was with this guy? Was he really hearing his own thoughts repeating back to him? Steve knew that was impossible and absurd. Maybe it was fatigue and the smell of hot flesh and fresh cum in the air doing a number on him, rattling his brain some. But there was something, some vague but tangible something in the air. And Steve so wanted to keep his mind off what that thing still up his ass was doing to his concentration. He stood and watched as Bo did a short flexing routine for the camera, Jim angling the camera for each move. Bo's massive shoulders and barrel chest already showing too much response to those presses, hugh mounds of shiny muscled flesh busting out like a pro. Steve could see Jim was starting to get into working the camera, but how long could he stay behind it instead of jumping out in front, stealing the spotlight from this giant who outweighed him by a least a hundred pounds of roided-out muscles.

"How about you take your turn now?" Bo stretched and flexed doing a back double biceps then letting his shoulders sag with their own weight "how about it?" to no one in particular seeing who might respond first.

"Huh? I'm just here to spot -- " Steve got nervous, knowing he could never compare with this locomotive powerhouse. He sure as hell did not want to look puny and flabby by comparision.

"Maybe just fer comparison like" Bo's eyes were on Jim "not like you are puny or flabby or shit, right?" and before his brain cut through the fog keeping his dick hard, Steve was lying on his back with the half-naked Bo towering over him, blocking out half the room from his perspective, all those black muscles almost eclipsing the lights in the ceiling. He did a quick ten with Bo hardly touching the bar. After his grueling workout with Steve hardly an hour before he thought he would be totally burned out but instead he felt warmed up and recharged all over again, almost drawing renewed strength from whatever Bo was giving off. He watched Bo re-rack the bar for him and before he sat up happened to notice Bo reach down and readjust his junk. Steve caught Bo catching his glance.

"So loose the shirt and now you give the camera a few poses with me Big Steve" Bo stood facing the camera doing a double biceps "for comparison like huh?"

"C'mon 'big steve' " Jim mocked "just for comparison."

"Fuck you" but Steve yanked his t-shirt over his head feeling like some lame-ass before-picture of a puny weakling as he struck the pose next to Bo.

"See? Ya ain't no puny weakling" Bo did a single biceps next to Steve's "you just fine."

This was starting to spook Steve big time. It was becoming more obvious this Bo dude was giving off something that was getting into Steve's head and maybe what was worse now catching Steve checking him out in his closeted pervo manner. But what were his intentions, Steve wanted -- no needed to know. If this guy really was reading his mind, Steve continued to doubt that, then let's put it to the test. So Steve thought about doing leg presses next.

"I'm thinkin leg presses" Bo announced just like that. Steve bit his tongue to keep from gasping "y'with me Big Steve? Y'gonna join me here? Cause that would be like kinda cool or you happy t'just be in background and not show yer... I mean let somebody else get all the glory n'all..."

"Well... um... er... sure yeah okay..." his shaking hands helped lift the plates and barbell off the rack and the two of them lifted it to the shoulder-high rack of the other smith machine. When Bo had loaded a menacing amount of plates he took his crouching stance beneath it and with a scary mix of grunting and swearing he managed six squats but no more.

"Problem?" Jim barked "you loaded more'n you can handle? Or maybe -- "

"Naw ain't like that" Bo straightened up "I'm only thinkin f'this maybe two guys spotting ain't a bad idea. Huh Jim?" Bo's eyes bored into Jim giving him no out "well?"

"C'mon Jimbo" Steve saw the growing tension between the two "y'know you're just wasting your talents behind the camera, c'mon show this impressive goliath what ya got."

"Unless y'ain't all that..." Bo pretended to be focused on rubbing his shoulder. The moment hung in the room, the only sound from Steve knocking his fist against the plates again and again.

"Shit..." Jim grumbled and left his spot behind the camera "spotting, right? Just spotting!"

"Fine with me" Bo shrugged those sofa-cushion sized delts, glancing at Steve. Steve hid the small grin but his eyes were on Jim taking his place on the other side of the barbell. And then when he turned sideways Steve noticed that Jim's crotch still looked swollen. Damn those pills sure ain't letting go, he thought, real dirty shame we aren't doing no more penalties with those dice.

"Fine... yeah mighty fine" Bo shifted his focus back to the task at hand and crouched under the bar until his shoulders found their balance point "this time doing all ten or" not looking at Steve "if I can't do all ten maybe we gotta start getting creative like. Jimbo here got a bug in his butt thinkin maybe I can't handle this weight so if that be what that brain be thinkin, maybe he can be makin it a little interesting I'm just sayin. Like if I can't do all ten he should think of some... hmm like y'know a penalty or something if I don't do all ten, how about that Jimbo?"

"Name's Jim" he looked at Steve like: what the fuck you tell him? But Steve just shrugged all innocent and shook his head.

"Good idea a little incentive for the big Bo here" Steve was sweating, knowing something was very very strange with Bo's lucky guesses. Or what? Or something completely different altogether "well Jim?"

"Hey it's enough I'm even agreeing to spot ya, got it?"

"C'mon be a sport Jim. Bo can handle it I'm thinking, right Big Bo?"

"Penalty huh?" Jim knew Steve was glancing at him, all nervous "you really honestly think you could handle -- "

"Anything that puny little runt brain of yours can dish out I sure as fuck can handle."

"There see? And you're so damn good at thinking up penalties if I remem -- "

"Hey!"

"Do it Jim or -- "

"Okay!" looking at Bo half-glancing at him "all ten or..." glaring at Steve "let's see how eager you are about doing the rest of your night..." seeing Steve sweat was worth it " wearing nothing but your jock, huh?"

"Sheeeet" Bo growled "y'sure ya want that?"

"Fuck I don't" Jim glared at Steve next "but it'd be totally worth it to see my buddy here get all outa shape over it, right Bearbreath?"

"Fuck you Jimbo" but Steve suspected a near-naked Bo might give him a better idea what this was all about. And a better idea what this "warehouse" was really intended for. If he uncovered something illegal at the same time he finally got his rocks off even better "Bo'd never agree to anything like..." but thinking: he already walked in on me naked jacking, I sure as fuck would not mind seeing him the same way.

"Ain't worried bout kidstuff like that" Bo grabbed the barbell again "cause ten is just warming up" and he lifted it off the rack and lowered himself down to a crouch. Steve swore he could almost see the barbell bend with the weight as Bo straightened up.

"One" Jim grunted, glaring at Steve like this was all his fault, but his hands never leaving his end of the barbell just in case. Bo finished five with little effort then began slowing. When he made it to eight Steve also started helping Bo on the upturn.

"C'mon big guy you can do it" as Bo squatted down for number nine. He let out a deep rumbling groan and froze "C'MON one more just ONE!"

Bo stayed down in the crouch, his knees doing a slight shake. Steve did not wait for him to say it but grabbed the bar and started lifting it up, Jim all too happy to do the same. When it was safely back in the rack, Bo went down to his knees and stayed there, sweat pouring off his bare torso.

"Maaaan" Bo looked at Steve then Jim "maybe I did overload it, huh?"

"Told ya that was too much" Jim's face frozen in a blank cold stare "not like y'gonna do it or..."

"It didn't count" Steve interrupted "we were spotting and..."

"So y'changing your mind now?" Jim did not dare look at Bo.

"Jimbo was just kidding, right Jim?" Steve knew everything would fall apart if Jim got Bo pissed off.

"What you think, Bo?"

"I'm thinkin you weren't, is what I'm thinkin."

"So you backing out or..."

"Well..." Bo drawled out the word for seven seconds "here's the deal..."

"What deal?" Jim glared at Steve.

"I'm good to my word, but I gotta know you two are just as good..."

"And how's that?" Jim looking at Steve now convinced this was all his fault.

"Here's the deal" Bo struggled to his feet "we got ourselves a kinda gentlemen's agreement now. If I agree to this then from this point on there's no wussing out, no backing outa agreements or anything. If you can't play with the big dogs Jimbo then you run on home. So if y'want Bo to play your kids-stuff games then I gotta know you're man enough to play too, got it?"

"I don't know about..." Jim looked around the room, feeling very vulnerable all over again.

"Shit..." Bo chuckled his deep-bass chuckle "I'm guessin when things get serious you boys sure are a bunch of pussies. Remember we got ourselves a camera rolling so y'know things can't be gettin too freaky nasty you can't handle, right?"

"He's right Jim" Steve ignored the camcorder, directing Jim's attention back to the weights scattered everywhere "nothing we can't handle here, right?"

"So what's the story?" Bo's hands went to his sweats "I lose these and you stay or you grab yer underoos and run home little boy" looking at Steve next "and nobody's get any wiser bout any of this."

"You backing out, aren't you?"

"I already said a deal's a deal" Bo kicked out of his shoes "if that's what you agree to" his hands untying the cord of the waistband.

"I know it's what my buddy wants, right Numbnuts?"

Before Steve could respond, Bo tugged down his shorts and stepped out of them. The massive guy stood there shiny and completely balls-out naked, all those black muscles polished and swollen under the lights, his massive uncut cock and low hanging balls on full view. Like it was no big thing, he tossed his shorts into a corner and went over to one of the drawers and pulled out an old jockstrap, transparent thin and torn from years of wear. He went back to his spot between the two wide-eyed, shocked men and stood facing the camera as he tugged on the jock, arranging his junk so it was almost contained in the undersized pouch. When he finished he looked at Jim waiting for the inevitable sharp comment.

"Well..." Jim cleared his throat "that was more than I was expecting."

"What next?" Bo looked at Steve "y'wanna take a turn?"

"Ah... er..." Steve knew he looked nervous and flushed. And completely aware Jim now wise to why this was getting him all red in the face. He needed to shift the focus away from himself and his no longer hidden sexual interests "I'm thinking Jimbo here don't wanna have you hog all the attention, right Jimbo? How about Bo and me spot you for one, huh?"

"ME?" Jim looked at Bo taking almost all the plates off the barbell "say what?"

"Cause my sore eyes tellin me you're still here means you're stayin" Bo indicated the bar with hardly a hundred pounds left "so I'm hopin even a scrawny kid like you'd be able t'handle -- "

"Scrawny?!?! Shit I do twice that for -- " realizing his mistake.

"Then do it" Bo folded his massive arms "y'sure as hell talk a big talk but I ain't still seen shit for you. Thinkin you all jaw and so much braggin shit."

"Fine" Jim glared at Steve like he put Bo up to this "but then I'm picking the next exersize AND..."

"And what 'Big Talk'?" Bo's nickname got a chuckle from Steve.

"The next exercise and the next penalty."

"Seems all your overheated brain can focus on is those kandy-ass penalties, huh?" Bo looked at the two "yeah, figures that's what you two boys was doing before I walked in, huh? I can just see you two daring each other to do somethin all nasty like what? Ooowee make each other go shirtless or moon the camera huh? Yeah real REAL dangerous shit like that huh? Makin each other do grade school shit huh?" Bo rubbed his chin "then I sure ain't gotta worry about shit like that" standing there all but naked in his jock "how bout you Steve?"

"Look Bo..." knowing Jim was up to his old nasty tricks again "Jim here's been known to gets these..."

"These what?" Jim growled.

"Like I told you two boys" Bo's eyes still on Jim "anything you punks can think up I sure as fuck can handle."

"We gonna see about that" Jim smirked at Steve, making a smug mocking face behind Bo's back. But Steve could see plain as day this place had been arranged for things beyond innocent work-outs. What with the camera and the equipment, and the drawers and cupboards filled with all that rauchy assortment of kinky devices, not to mention those hooks in the ceiling and the assorted benchs and straps and harnesses, somebody had put a lot of time and energy into making this place what it was. And Steve had to play his hunch this Bo character was the ringleader and main lynchpin of this whole outfit. And the image of someone tied up on one of those benches on the receiving end of that serious black dick a few feet from his nose was enough to give Steve a major case of the cold sweats.

"You sure about this, Big Bo?"

"Bring it on" Bo turned to Steve feeling Jim's eyes on his naked back "so what nasty little grade school stunts your brain come up with, Big Talk?"

"Name's Jim!" behind him.

"Fine y'think your friend Jimbo's gonna maybe take his turn at that?" nodding at the racked barbell.

"C'mon Jim!"

"Like he keeps saying" Bo swaggered over and grabbed a plate "he saying twice this huh?" loading another fifty on his side then directed Steve to take his place and do the same "y'sure he can handle all that? Sure is a lot for such little guy."

"What?" Jim heard the taunt and decided to show the goliath once and for all what he could do. He took his stance beneath the weights and struggled and grunted through all ten. He finished and stared at Bo "little huh?"

"Fine, mighty fine. How about it Big Steve?"

"Yeah Bearbreath, think you can keep up with the big dawgs?"

"Ain't like that" Steve replaced Jim on the bench, knowing he could do the ten. But hardly more at that weight. He muscled through eight, feeling some spotting coming from Bo's side and little from Jim's. Number nine and ten really taxed his already sore muscles. When he finished Bo's kept his poker face as he loaded another hundred pounds onto the bar, ignoring the sounds of shock and panic coming from both of them.

"Spot me you wusses" and Bo slid his sweaty back under the weight and even before they had a chance to spot him he had powered through six, his huge chest and arms swelling like shiny balloons, every muscle popping out like cartoons. He finished and slid off the bench "okay Big Talk let's see y'handle that!"

"Shit..." Jim looked at Steve.

"Don't do it man, that's like almost three hundred pounds!"

"I can do it!"

"Yeah maybe one or two, not ten!"

"All ten or we talkin forfeit here boys" Bo's gaze stayed calm and directed at Jim.

"I can but Cumbreath here sure as fuck can't do ten" Jim bragged, taking his spot on the still-warm bench.

"We gonna worry about him later, but I wanna see Big Talk first."

"Fuck..." Jim tested the bar, knowing this was close to his all-time highest amount. He barely pressed one without help from the two. Number two and three were hardly better. By the time he got to number five his arms were shaking and his neck was so red and swollen it looked like he would bust a blood vessel. Number six was his limit.

"That was six, that was six" Steve reminded him, watching Jim lying on the bench catching his breath.

"Your funeral Steve-o" Jim hobbled to his feet, expecting Steve to take his place.

"You admit y'can't do it" Bo kept watching Jim "or y'wanna try t'kill yourself like your friend Big Talk here?"

"Okay I know that's way too much weight for me" almost curious what Jim's penalty was going to be "I concede."

"Thought you were the smart one here" Bo then looked at Jim "seeing as how you BOTH can't do it, I'm the one gets to be deciding penalties here."

"HEY!" Jim yelled "I agreed to this only if I could -- "

"And when you pick something I can't do, then THEN... THEN! you get to make me, um er us, do yer kandy-ass shit. But right now I'm telling you" looking at Steve "both of you t'strip outa those shorts!"

"What?"

"Y'deaf or somethin? I said lose'm. And anything y'wearin underneath! I wanna see some naked white butt in ten seconds or else!"

"Hey wait... Bo..." Steve looked at Jim, getting between the two in case things go ugly "maybe some guys ain't so eager to show dick for the camera and all okay? I mean just -- "

"Or we can go talk with Steve in the office like "Bo nodded but stayed put "maybe see what you two been doing before I showed up."

"No wait we don't -- "

"Seems I remember you having no problem showing dick" turning to Steve "and more when I come walkin in before."

"This is the sickest fucked up thing I ever..." Jim made to leave.

"Jim he's right okay?" Steve looked at Bo and off came his work-out shorts looking to Jim to make the next more. He stood there in his underwear ready for the next move.

"See your buddy here ain't got none of your little kid hang-ups" Bo was starting to enjoy this "but then he ain't the one been tryin to hide his boner all night. What's up with that Big Talk?"

"I ain't trying to -- "

"Thinkin someone's hidin more'n his stiff dick is what I'm thinkin Big Talk" Bo's poker face was almost alarming "maybe I should take me a look at that tape from tonight. And see what you two been using my workout room here for -- "

"Wait! You don't gotta -- "

"You ain't the one I'm worryin about" Bo stared at Steve "already saw what you been using this for. Y'wanna jack your meat here, that's fine by me but..." turning to Jim "you sure actin like somebody with some serious shit t'hide I'm thinkin."

"I ain't hiding shit."

"Show me Big Talk" Bo jumped onto of the padded tables, his sweaty ass hitting it with a loud thump, his huge thighs spread wide "strip outa them shorts and if you ain't hiding a hard dick down there, then I admit I'm all wrong about you two and we all call it a night."

"I ain't stripping down for the likes of -- "

"Or..." Bo started rubbing his massive paws up and down his legs like he was expecting something amazing "we just have ourselves a home movie night here and now. You and me and what's on the tape. A real eye-opener right?"

"We weren't doing shit!" Jim was on the ropes now, but Bo just pointed at Jim's shorts.

"Since when are you getting so camera shy Jimbo?" Steve's loyalty started to shift.

"It don't mean shit" Jim held his muscle t-shirt like a shield"I mean... tell him Steve!"

"Tell him what?"

"Tell him you made me take those pills!"

Bo laughed in spite of himself,

"Pills? What? You made him eat some what? Viagra?"

"Yeah, so it don't mean that..."

"Enough jawing, loose the shorts. Now Big Talk!" Bo's deep bass echoed through the room. Jim weighed whether he could take on the big guy after he saw how much iron he could handle "show Bo here just how proud you are of that body. Show Bo here how serious you are about that" nodding at his crotch, seeing Jim's hand hesitate at the waistband "yeah, see? Y'know that camera's already see worse am I right?"

"Do it Jimbo" Steve egged him on, seeing him start to cave "you know how good you look for the cameras. You're a natural."

"Real muscle head ain't ya?" Bo's hands rubbed up and down his thighs eagerly.

"I don't see you eager to be showing dick" Jim prayed Steve would call the big guy's bluff. But when Steve reached down and tugged off his briefs, Jim knew he was fucked.

"Now we gettin serious here" Bo nodded and smiled seeing Steve naked from the waist down "you already had your chance to leave long time ago Big Talk. I'm thinkin you already made your decision a long LONG time ago" pointing at Jim's crotch "sooner y'get it over with the sooner you the one get to decide where this goes next. Do it!"

Jim took his stance facing away from the two, the camera right in front of him. He closed his eyes and struck his double biceps.

"Yeah, keep flexing like that. What a package full of real muscle! Yeah!" as Jim tried to ignore the comments behind him and the camera lens in front of him. He told himself this was no worse than any of the other things he had been doing recently. And if he concentrated enough he promised himself he could force his dick to go soft. Not that he had any intentions of really doing what Bo asked. That huge powerful musclehead was just pretending he was willing to do anything in order to get Steve and him into some horrible compromising actions. Maybe Steve was brave enough to call Bo's bluff but Jim wanted to avoid a confrontation at all costs, knowing just how strong he really was. And yet Jim could smell something sinister going on in the place, and he felt a responsibility to dig a little deeper. Even if some clothes had to come off in the process. So he continued to stall with his posing routine for Bo just like it was only Steve or Larry or Tony there watching him. Just a little showing off with a bunch of regular guys, nothing more. And he was itching to get his hands on a copy of the tape if only to see how good the camera made him look. He wanted to see his buff body the way others do, just once. He almost laughed thinking of all the shit he had done already, and doing one more cock show was not going to make much difference at this point. And if it helped getting to the bottom of this place then...

Jim straightened up and before he lost his nerve he yanked down his shorts and underwear and tossed them across the room. His hand flew to his cock but everyone could tell he was already hard.

"Damn Jim..." Bo came off his bench to get a better look "look at that fucker" making sure not to get in the way of the camera "why you hidin that piece of meat is beyond me... daaaamn..." Jim's hands pressed down more but that only make his cock firm up more. As if his hardon needed more encouragement "you been wasting your talents, you belong in front of a camera! Talk about raw talent! Daaaang, shaved smooth and everything just like a reeeeyul bodybuilder yeah..."

"What I've been trying to tell him" Steve added from the back of the room "he's real star material."

"Okay enough already" Jim found a towel and wrapped himself "y'got your little show okay?"

"Y'really gave him the pill huh?" Bo shook his head laughing.

"Two actually" Steve let out the smallest chuckle.

"Like I don't need them but Cumbreath there -- "

"Your turn big boy" Bo found Steve sitting in the back "y'don't need to be shy anymore. I already seen what's swinging there, y'got nothing to be ashamed of."

"You don't have to ask him twice" Jim folded his arms and kept the towel covering his crotch "he's a regular exhibitionist."

"Do tell, do tell" Bo brought the camera forward as Steve strode to the camera, hands at his side. Where Jim was smooth and shaved, Steve's crotch was so hairy it would have hidden a smaller endowment. But his thick uncut pole and low-hanging balls were enough to get a low whistle from Bo "man, I thought that's what I saw when I came in before. We got some real meat-packing talent in the house tonight. Maaaan..."

"Huh?"

"So I been twisting my little brains tryin to figure out what you two sexhounds been up to in Bo's workout room here before I showed up" Bo scratched his wide chin "with all these penalties and naked shit going on. Huh?"

"We were just doing stupid dares and shit, is all" Jim glared at Steve.

"Like he said" Steve knew the look and had to agree "so now what?"

"Well... lemme think... lemme think..." Bo looked back and forth between the two "normally we have our guests do some working out with the equipment and maybe a little posing and all but..." looking at that lump under Jim's towel "but I'm thinking we are kinda way past the basics the intros, huh?"

"We don't have to..." Steve kept both eyes on Bo, and Jim not far behind.

"Well... lemme think... lemme think a minute..."

"You forgetting it's my turn t'call the shots here?" Jim stayed sitting "remember I agreed -- "

"That's right, that's sure right, you are..." Bo turned to Steve expecting some opposition. But he just stood there giving his dick a slow tug "so how you feel about your friend calling the next round. What you say about that?"

"Depends on -- "

"Depends on nothing!" Jim jumped to his feet, the towel almost coming loose "I said I get to pick the next contest and..." seeing the hook in the ceiling where suspended Steve from earlier "we do chin-ups and loser has to..." looking at Steve knowing this was his weakest area "well... we gonna... I'll keep that a secret til later."

"No way!" Steve came over to him, his half-hard swinging in the breeze "I wanna know if -- "

"Just fine by me, don't you be worryin about it big Steve" Bo came over to the two. He was almost ready to jump between the two, hoping to keep things civil. And with everything he suspected had gone down so far, their on-again off-again feud was about to tip over into the red zone any minute "ain't worried about nothing Big Talk here can come up with."

"You don't know me" Jim looked at Steve.

"And what I'm getting to know is a real education" Bo looked at the tube pushing out the towel "but maybe it's gonna be a real education for everybody before we're finished here I'm thinking."

"Seriously doubting that" but Jim was facing the camera, making his biceps pop and pecs bounce.

"Now we got those shorts outa the way here's the penalty you two gotta do" Bo's eyes were all over the flesh on display.

"Hey wait" Jim spun around "we already did our penalty, getting us showing dick naked."

"Seein as how you got those hot bods to show" Bo ignored the protest, making sure Jim figured out who was calling the shots now. He pointed at the second drawer behind him "the REAL penalty now we know you both got no serious issues about getting nekkid and all, now for the real penalty both of you gonna grab some oil and get each other so shiny I can see my reflection in your butts got it?"

"I'll oil myself but..." Jim looked at Steve's hairy bulk "but I ain't -- "

"And when you are both oiled and all then t'make sure we're all equal and friendly here, you're both gonna make me even shinier, that's the penalty. And then the stage is yours Jim cause I know how hot you are to come up with something that you think I can't do, am I right Big Talk?"

"Hey!"

"Something..." glancing at Steve trying to look away fast "yeah, like that but first I gotta figure out which one of you two wants it up the butt more. So until I do -- "

"HEY! No way!" Jim looked at Steve "what the hell you tell him?"

"He don't haffa say shit" Bo chuckled "that bone of his doin all the talkin right now. So unless you want me changing my mind here and something nastier to go down for your penalty let's see nothing worse than some regular muscle polishin going on. Yeah big Steve that drawer, grab one for you and one for Big Talk here" Bo went over to another drawer and fished out yet one more cassette. Ignoring their comments and protests he loaded the new tape into the camcorder and walked the full one to the office. When he returned the two half-naked cops were standing there arguing.

"I don't wanna hear it, don't tell me why you ain't doin what I told ya t'do" Bo's voice filled the room even before he did "NOW! Sheeet for a couple of big adults you two sure ain't good with orders. Now let's see you just start on those arms. Now boys!"

"Just do it Jimbo" Steve was getting his oily hands all over those blond muscles at the same time he we growing more worried by the second. If Bo really could sense how much Steve had been wanting to get back to just this then Steve was completely behind the eight ball. How much he always wanted to continue giving all those hard muscles a rub-down like they almost had a while back. Especially getting back to that one sticking out from that freshly shaved crotch. Because if Steve really let his imagination run wild -- not that Bo could really pick up on it but -- he was not sure which would get him to cum harder, feeling Jim's hard dick inside him or see Bo's dick ripping Jim in two.

"Hey!" Jim winced at the assault on his deltoids "watch what you're doing! You're getting oil -- "

"Mmmmmm maybe lose the t-shirt finally" Bo hummed behind them. Jim did not wait to get his greasy mitts all over Steve's and yank it over his head. When Steve tried to do the same, Jim knocked his hands away and stripped it off himself. Steve's hands flew to Jim's smooth hard pecs.

"Sorry..." stud, Steve groaned under his breath "you oughta see how you look... man..."

"He will he will" Bo brought the camera closer, panning it back and forth between Steve man-handling Jim's chest and Jim's gingerly tugs at Steve's thick neck "okay now work each other's pecs. I wanna see two minutes just on that alone. That means you too Jimbo -- "

"Name's Jim!" he poured more oil into his palm to delay the inevitable. He knew once Steve started really working on his sensitive nipples, he was gonna go into orbit. When he felt those calloused fingers start to smooth the oil over his chest he closed his eyes and almost forget he had to do the same to those thick hairy cushions on Steve. By the time he found those two nubs hidden under all that hair, his own tits were sticking out hard and tender. He did not need to look down to know he was drooling precum all the way down his arching shaft.

"Okay now that's what I'm talkin about" Bo groaned, his eyes wide "let's see Steve do Jimbo's back now. I know what yer thinkin" Bo took the oil from Jim "y'can't be both doin each other's back so because I'm all friendly like I'll just do Steve's for ya. So turn your ass around boy, now!" spinning Jim on his feet and almost pushing Steve onto him. Once Bo got his hands on Steve's overheated shoulders like he had been planning all along a clearer image came into focus. He saw how Steve had it crazy stupid bad for Jim, how he had been going crazy with the hots for that vain blond musclehead cop. Cop! Bo was sure now about the two, and how Steve was into Jim but Jim had eyes only for himself, all cocky and self-absorbed. And Steve had been playing the big dumb sidekick until... yeah, he could see what had already happened earlier as his hands moved down that wide hairy expanse of Steve's thick shoulders down to that thickness around his waist. He knew what was shoved up that butt even before his hands got to that tan-line at those thick hairy glutes "okay big Steve really lean into it, work that oil into his back, now go lower, yeah make that ass new-car shiny!"

"Hey" Jim started to protest but feeling those strong hands working all the kinks out of his sore back, and being able to bend forward enough so that his eternal hardon was not staring at the camera for once made him almost forget his nipples still hard and electrified. He felt those greasy fingers running dangerously close to his crack and that would have made him fly into attack mode but right now he was too busy enjoying the rub-down, a bit glad he could just wallow in it without having to worry about reciprocating on that big hairy muscled football-hardened -- what was he thinking? Steve's ass turning him on? No way but then those fingers rubbing along his crack once more and to keep his balance he had to widen his stance and crouch down a bit and when they found the sensitive inside of his crack like before and even down to the back of his balls he was too far into the crazy sensations to worry about much else. And that camera was a million miles away.

Bo rubbed those thick hairy glutes and in seconds found the hard rubber stub of that plug rammed into Steve's hole. He ran one finger around the edge of it, feeling the quiver of response from the hot flesh and shushed him before he could object. With one hand giving that plug a series of soft rhythmic jabs and the other working its way to that hairy sac between those treetrunk thighs, Bo kept Steve distracted enough to forget his own fingers were circling Jim's anus as well.

"Whooeeey boys" Bo removed his hands and found a towel "you're both getting Bo here real hot and distracted. Before you make me forget my place and regret coming here you boys finish up each other's fronts. Okay Jimbo time to turn around and let big Steve here finish the rest and you finish him. Now you show how much you enjoyed all that by doing the same to him we clear on that Big Talk?" almost pushing them towards each other "you both know what y'gotta do, don't make me tell you twice. Now!"

"Just watch where those hands go" Jim put his hands on Steve's belly like it might burn them. Steve's hands started a careful exploration of Jim's hips and then thighs hoping Bo did not say anything. He did not know if this would end up with them oiling each other's cocks but...

"And here's where we separate the men from the boys, I'm saying. Cause it one thing t'be pullin your meat like some high school punk, but when it comes time t'be playin with another dude's junk, well..." Bo held both hands in front of that ragged jock of his "well then that icebreaker is where we gonna see who's man enough to cross the line, got it?"

"You think I'm really gonna -- " Jim's hand hesitating at Steve's hip.

"Now you boys both know what I expect so let's so those dicks hard and shiny. Now boys!"

Slowly inch by inch their hands started oiling each others' legs then bellies, ending up going lower and lower until they were grazing and then rubbing each others' crotches. To make it worse, once they were standing there, hands finding each other's cocks, the inevitable slow jacking up and down very hard cocks, they noticed Bo take the camera off the stand and bring it close enough to risk getting splashed with oil. Bo saw Steve's eyes close and his chest tighten as Jim's hand found the spot on the underside of his still sensitive shaft. And now that Jim's cockhead was not only stretched to full hardness but polished to a bright red he knew it was time for the next part.

"Okay you boys got each other nice and hot and shiny for the camera here, now it's time you get old Bo lookin good too" he got the camera back on the stand and took his spot facing it "you make sure you don't miss a spot now. I mean you got a lot of flesh t'cover so y'boys better start movin. Now!"

Jim was more than glad to get his hands off Steve's junk and start working on something more neutral like Bo's massive shoulders, leaving the job of doing the dangerous front for Steve. Soon it became obvious their respective areas were divided between Jim working over that massive back and waist and Steve working his way down until he got to the wet waistband of Bo's jock. He skipped the covered area and did a quick job on Bo's huge telephone-pole-thick thighs and down to the bulging calves. As Jim continued the safe area of Bo's arms, Steve started working his way up the front of Bo's thighs again.

"Don't be forgetting anything Steve" looking down at his stretched pouch "y'know what y'gotta do" feeling Steve's fingers find the crease between the pouch and his thigh "that's right, that needs oilin too" and closed and eyes and threw his head back as he felt Steve's fingers slip inside his jock and grab his beer-can thick cock. Once he did everything came spilling out the side, his thick uncut cock, his huge loose purple hairy scrotum now shiny from Steve's oiled hands "don't you worry bout hurtin anything. More important to make sure everything's good and oiled down there."

Bo stood there with his arms to his side, knowing how it all looked. Two naked and totally boned muscle-bound guys working over every inch of his thick muscled body until his dark muscles shone and stood out, displayed to their best advantage for the movie he needed to make. It was about time he made a film where he was displayed to the max, not that the earlier series did not make him look mighty fine. But now he was like something from a super-hero movie. And he was enjoying the attention no end. When he sensed that Steve was getting a bit frustrated his jacking was not getting Bo completely hard he said,

"Okay boys, that was fine, really really fine" the hand on his cock providing the image of Steve making Jim blow his load earlier in the evening "now I think we understand each other, you boys getting over showing hard dick for the camera, getting over touchin another dude's stuff, y'got that behind you now we're all ready for maybe more."

"Don't know what you mean by more" Jim found a towel and was more than happy to do something else with his hands. He rubbed his hands free of the oil, but concerned he had crossed the line with Bo he could never recover from. And watching Steve rub his hands all over the black guy's junk so shamelessly almost made him snarl with contempt had there not been the slightest nagging hint of what, jealousy? No, his head must be all jumbled with those damn pills, he thought.

"What I mean by more is" Bo looked at Steve with a slight wink "is you gonna pick the next exercise remember Jim? Or you got so much blood in that dick of yours you gettin light-headed on me here" chuckling as Steve took Bo's spot up on the padded table.

"I can think just fine" Jim looked again at that hook on the ceiling "what I need is something... like..."

"What's your over-excited brain come up with Big Talk?"

"Something to loop up there for..." looking around for a piece of equipment he suspected was somewhere in all of this other kinky stuff. He went over to the free-weights piled next to the bench and then found the EZ-curl bar he hoped to find. He unfastened the two weights from it and then looked for some chain to attach it to -- but Bo was two steps ahead of him and had thrown a leather strap over the hook and was tying it off.

"You mean like this Big Stuff?"

"Yeah, if you ain't got a chain, that should hold" Jim gave Bo a confused look like: how'd you know?

"Hey, it's strong enough to been holdin me before lots of times" Bo almost explained, as he grabbed both loops and lifted his three hundred some pounds off the ground with a loud grunt "I'm guessing it's good enough for what you maybe got in mind. And that's what exactly?"

"Let's see how good you two jelly-bellies are at pull-ups. We all do as many as we can. Who does the least, well..."

"Well what Jimbo?" Steve was watching the whole process with growing concern. He had feared something worse, but then pull-ups never were almost as bad. And being already sore from earlier... and he had grown several pounds around the middle in all those years since he had been good at these, so he knew this would be rough. Just as Jim was calculating, he suspected.

"Like I ain't worried about what you two featherweights can think up" Bo looked at Steve "it's you two should be maybe worrying."

"Before we do" Steve was getting more nervous "from now on who ever loses" thinking it would be him "well he always gets to decide the next competition, okay?"

"Thought we already decided that" Bo looked at Jim "ain't that right Big Stuff?"

"Yeah sure I guess fine whatever" fixing the bar horizontally with the straps Bo conveniently provided.

"I say you go first, show us how it's done like" Bo looked all innocent.

"Okay, show you how it's done" Jim dried his hands again and grabbed the shoulder-level bar lowering himself until his bent knees cleared the floor "count me off" and as Steve barked out the numbers, Jim pulled himself up, doing chin-up after chin-up, the corded muscles in his back and shoulders all nice and oily popping out in high relief as he finished five, then ten, then fifteen, finally slowing and finishing at eighteen, one eye on the repositioned camcorder the whole time. He lowered himself down and swung his feet down to the floor, his body shiny with oil and sweat "like... that..." huffing and puffing and slowly catching his breath.

"Think you can do that big man?" Jim taunted Bo "y'may be big but all that size might not help you here, huh?"

"Maybe, maybe not" Bo shrugged those titan shoulders then scratched his chin "but I'm thinkin big Steve oughta go next. Y'fine with that?"

"Yeah, sure whatever" Steve slid his greasy ass off the table leaving two shiny trails and came over to bar. Being taller than Jim he had to re-position the bar higher then reached up to grip the slippery bar. He lifted his weight off his knees, knowing this was going to be a major bitch. He did the first five with a great deal of effort, his shoulders already burning. He got to ten knowing it was going to be all his shoulders and arm could handle for the night. Number twelve was agony and he barely made it high enough for fourteen to count. He let go and collapsed down to the hard floor.

"Only fourteen, only fourteen there Cumbreath" Jim looked at Bo next "y'better beat me now or else..."

"Or else what?" Bo smirked "like I'm scared of a pasty-assed runt like you" and he wiped the accumulated sweat from the bar and took his position. Jim smirked seeing the wide grip, knowing it would make it harder for Bo, but had to admit it only made his huge shoulders look even more staggering. And wearing only the jock with all that muscular dark flesh exposed to both of them as well as the camera seemed to make Jim even more aware of how hard those pills were keeping his dick. He told himself again and again it was not the sight of all those naked muscles, it was just the pills, but Jim's eyes were glued to Bo's thick, muscled flesh. He watched the first ten chin-ups fly by, smirking at Steve getting more nervous by the second. When he got to twelve, Steve gulped, but at thirteen Bo just stopped and hung there, his thick arms corded but immobile.

"C'mon Bo one more. Y'can't let Bearbreath beat you!"

Bo turned his head and looked at him and then at Steve. He grunted once and then dropped to the floor.

"Shit!"

"Guess I lose, huh Big Talk?" staring at him, and rubbing his thick shoulders "so now what happens?"

"Penalty time" Jim was eager to get this over with. He wanted to see how far this could go, before the huge black titan would get pissed off and say enough. And then maybe Jim could find out just what this set-up was all about and maybe just maybe get their asses out of the fire in the process "so maybe..."

Bo looked at Steve with narrowed eyes and cocked eyebrow,

"You wanna call a real penalty or" nodding at Jim "let him come up with something all lame-ass shit and kids stuff boring cause -- "

"Hey! You think I -- we can't come up with something gonna make you -- "

"You two a couple of punk amateurs is what I'm thinkin" chuckling and walking away from them "wigglin your limp-ass dicks for the camera all kid-stuff like. Maaaan!" wiping himself down with a towel Steve had to notice he had used last. And was Bo really flexing his jock-framed asscheeks for his benefit? Steve thought about making Bo turn around so he could see that thick cock and heavy balls again. As soon as he formed the thought Bo turned around, but all his junk was stuffed back inside his stretched, torn pouch except for one purple hairy ball hanging off to the side "what y'thinkin big Steve?" like he didn't know "ya thinkin y'really want that?" seeing Steve bent over the bench with a wrist-thick black bone forcing itself into his hairy ass "or y'gettin..."

"What's he talking about?" Jim would be blind not the see the looks shooting between the two "you two planning something against me cause I'm still -- "

"Chill Bigtalk" Bo chuckled "you ain't on the hotseat, I am remember?" stilling staring daggers into Steve "so which is it? What Big Talk here comes up with or what you got burning a hole in your brain?" putting his arms behind his back, popping his biceps and shoulder muscles enough to make Steve gulp "huh?"

"Hey! I call the penalty and I'm calling the dice!" Steve gulped, knowing what some of his involved "yeah Bearbreath it was good enough for us, let's see Bo here figure out what we -- I mean you! -- were planning before! We want Bo to roll'm!"

"We gotta agree on..." Steve started but Jim cut him off,

"No agreeing shit" Jim found the dice "okay I don't know what you two think yer playin at but I'm still callin the shots this time, remember? So y'think we're a couple of kids playing games huh?" shoving them into Bo's heaving chest "You get to find out what Bearbreath wrote down, some really nasty-ass shit -- okay I did too -- just guessing what Cumbreath there was planning. But I know gettin me naked all hard and horny was a big part of it right? But now you get to take your chances!"

"If your friend Steve here don't chicken out first" but Bo was staring at Jim, or rather his permanent hardon.

"We gonna see now who's gonna go chicken shit first!"

"Like big Steve said, we gotta agree" Bo took the dice and started rolling them around in his huge hand "I agree I do whatever you two wrote down but..." staring hard at Jim's crotch "but then after I finish doin whatever you two horndogs come up with, then we're agreein I pick the next competition -- "

"Well it's gotta be -- "

"No more endless bargainin and debatin and hemmin always tryin to play your game Bigtalk" setting the dice down, his hand covering them "from now on no more chickenshit doubletalk evasive crap, we agree or not" looking at Steve, making sure he saw his hand run down the front of his jock "agree?"

"M-m-m-m... Jim?"

"Don't be lookin t'him, he ain't yo mamma" Bo's eyes darted between the two "yes or no? Be a man about it!"

"Okay okay" not looking at Jim "deal."

"And you Bigtalk?" Bo picked up the dice again. The rattle from his hand sounded like a countdown "you big enough to put it on the line... for once?" those last two words a loud slap to his face.

"Fuck you!" Jim went and found those pieces of paper where the forbidden penalties were written "ain't my funeral!"

"Okay you two then we all agreed" Bo nodded at the camera "agreed and don't forget we got ourselves a little recording in case you two wuss out."

"We ain't wussin out" Jim snapped "throw the damn dice!"

"Let's see what you two dickheads come up with" and the dice went flying across the padded table. The first thing they saw was a six showing, but the other die went flying to the floor. Jim whistled when he saw that.

"That still counts" he looked at Steve and handed the other die to Bo "it's all bad for you, cause those high numbers are my area now" shoving it into Bo's wet palm.

"Sure fine" Bo threw it and a two came up.

"Eight! That's eight" Jim looked at Steve.

"Already threw an eight remember?" Steve looked to Bo "we had a rule if the same number -- "

"Then next one up, right?" Bo glared at Jim.

"What? Who told you! Steve?"

"Keep yer shirt on" Bo laughed "just usin my head boys. So it's nine then huh?" seeing Steve almost licking his lips, shoving the paper into Bo's hand

"Read it and weep big man, or maybe now y'wanna give up and go home" but Jim's hand was shaking.

Bo took the paper and read the verdict. Steve swore he saw the slightest hint of a smirk when he heard,

"'Hands behind back on yer knees, mouth open eyes shut bastard'."

Bo shook his head and this time they both saw a slight shrug of those room-sized shoulders,

"Maaaaan...." Bo looked at the two of them, pretending to be shocked and disgusted. But what was worse was a huge belly-laugh then erupted from inside that huge chest "are you fuckin KIDDING ME?"

"Didn't think you would" Jim felt the blood rush to his cock at the thought he finally had the black bodybuilder on the ropes "so y'admit you give up? Pulling pud is one thing but actually sucking dick!" hard glare at Steve "that's serious shit!"

"Maaan" looking back and forth between the two, trying to figure out which one was more scared "what the hell y'think I'm totally crazy ass muthuhfucker huh?"

"Wait Bo, I mean it was just a game between us two" Steve ignored Jim's reaction "not that he actually expected you or even me t'actually -- "

"Y'honestly think this total fag shit is something I was gonna agree to?" Bo puffed up his chest, making himself look twice the size, impressive and dangerous.

"Thought you'd -- "

"Some nasty homo shit you come up with" looking at Steve "no this's Bigtalk's idea huh?" looking at Jim "tell me this your penalty t'force Big Steve here t'suck your dick huh?"

"That's right y'big musclehead" Jim sneered. This was a dream come true for him. It was frosting on the cake to see the tables turned on the big gorilla. Because Jim was growing more convinced every moment this giant was the same guy he spotted once too often at the Y in the steam room. He could not be sure, what with the darkness and steam and all, but on more than one occasion he went in there to dissolve his sore muscles in the steam only to walk right back out, the sight of some huge silhouette with a guy's head between those huge thighs giving the muscle-bound giant major head right there for the whole world to see. He knew it was his job to report the illegal activity, but for some reason he could not. Maybe he feared self-incrimination somehow. And if anything got back to his captain, what he witnessed and did not report, he would be hauled onto the carpet for it. So Jim's solution was to stop going to the Y altogether. What he never saw could never come back to bite his ass. Which lead step by stupid step to those Wednesday work-out sessions back at Tony's garage. And Jim had serious misgivings about where that had lead and blamed this Bo person for everything they had forced him to do as a result. And whether it really was Bo or not -- how many other guys were that big? -- Jim was going to make him pay for all these weeks of humiliation. And being forced to come to grips with how much deep down inside these activities were a major part of what got him hot.

"Never thought for a minute he'd agree to nasty fag shit like that" Jim looked at Steve then "knew he'd cave in once he..."

"This what you really expect huh?" Bo balled his fists taking a step towards Jim. Jim was ready to defend himself "to get Big Steve here on his knees all humiliated all punked and beaten down like in front of your G D almighty dick huh?"

"Yeah" Jim ignored Steve's expression "but guess I gotta settle for you instead."

"And y'don't even care if he gets to keep a permanent copy of sucking you off huh?"

"Yeah, something for him to watch over and over" Jim was enjoying making Steve sweat "jack off material like."

"Well Big Talk..." Bo stepped between them "we draw a line here Bigtalk."

"Oh yeah? What line?"

"If this fucked up shit goes down -- IF! -- and..." looking at Steve, down to his swollen cock and back up to his face making sure he caught the glance "once we cross that line, there ain't NO backin out got it?"

"Yeah like I'm worried about that cause we're seeing who backs out first" Jim mocked, his fists clenched as well. Steve jumped between the two expecting everything to hit the fan but almost got knocked over when Bo stepped in front of Jim so close his chin banged into Bo's chest, and before Jim could react Bo put his fists behind his thick waist, lowered his massive bulk to his knees and closed his eyes. Jim almost fell over!

"Fuck..." Jim looked at Steve "this is a set-up, right?"

"Fuck!" Steve echoed.

"If you afraid he's..." Steve pressed himself next to Jim, their two wet hips rubbing against each other and covered his red swollen dick, his most vulnerable part right there. When Bo turned his head knocked Steve's hand away with his jaw, Steve did not know what to expect at that point. And then he felt a hot tongue running around his cock head, hearing from miles away Jim swearing. Steve was about to pull his cock back to safety when Bo grabbed his balls and pulled his cock into his mouth to the very base! Everything came crashing down when they saw Bo sucking away in earnest, no more games no more bullshit, he was doing it! He was sucking Steve like he meant business! Steve began a shocked rocking back and forth into Bo's mouth when his hand found Jim's butt and with not a little coaxing managed to steer Jim's front towards Bo's waiting mouth. When Jim's cock made contact with that hot wet cheek the jig was up. Bo's face shifted sideways and his thick lips wrapped around that hard steel tube so fast Jim would have fallen on his ass had Steve not been holding him in place. Bo started sucking him like it was his first and last dick and the clock was counting down from ten. Bo's hands started to grab those blond butt-cheeks but as soon as Jim's hips took over and set up a fast furious fucking rhythm Bo returned his arms behind him and used his corded neck muscles to keep his head bobbing in time to Jim's frantic thrusts. When he felt Jim start to really get into it, when his breathing got ragged and irregular Bo pulled back and rocked onto his ankles.

"Fuck!" Jim screamed, his fist pumping at his dick so close to popping his nut.

"Hey!" Bo knocked his hand away "y'want me suckin that dick or not. So get that hand away or deals off!"

"HEY!" Jim struggled with Bo's hard grip but when that mouth returned to his swollen cockhead he gave in. Bo bobbed up and down on that rock-hard cock then went to licking the head and underside until Jim's legs started spasming.

"You!" Bo leaned back and caught Steve's attention "bring that damn camera closer. And make sure we see Big Jim's face when he's fuckin my mouth got it?"

Steve wheeled the stand closer and angled it up from Jim's crotch so all of his naked torso was framed in the viewfinder. As soon as he did Bo grabbed Steve's hips and positioned him so their crotches were almost smashed into each other. Bo's mouth went back to Jim's cock, deep-throating the full length of it until he had him shaking and panting. Without missing a beat Bo's mouth went to Steve's cock fast before he had a chance to react. Then it was his turn to stand and watch Bo's mouth milk his swollen cock, more than suspecting how the camera was taking it all it, his thick and now fully-erect cock being swallowed to his hairy pubes, up to his thick hairy belly and chest and his red shiny face, eyes clenched shut as Bo's rapid sucking got him so close to exploding so fast he got scared he might actually cum in Bo's mouth. But in three seconds he was back at that point when Bo first walked in on him jacking off for the camera. It was not more than another four seconds before Steve was moaning and thrusting his hips hard into Bo's face as his agonized overdue orgasm started squeezing his balls. Bo's mouth flew off his cock and went to town on Jim's cock then, double-timing it until Jim was bucking his hips in sync with Steve's.

Then Bo did something got them both flipping and bucking; he managed to squeeze both cockheads into his wide mouth and rub them against each other sucking them simultaneously. They grabbed each other's waist to keep from falling as Bo's mouth swallowed them whole then went back and forth, then both together until he heard Jim start to groan and felt Steve's eyes roll back in his head and before they could react Bo lurched backwards rocking on his heals in the blink of an eye!

"HEY WHAT!" they both yelled the cold air hitting their wet bobbing cocks.

"Deal's t'suck your dicks" Bo jumped to his feet, sweating and panting "not bust yer nut! Now you two dickheads, hey!" knocking their hands away from their dicks "now you two, it's time to play in Bo's house!"

"Hey you were supposeta -- "

"Supposeta nothin!" Bo bellowed in Jim's face "y'got your dicks sucked -- both of you!" daring Steve to complain "now it's playtime at Bo's house!"

"But..."

"Enough!" Bo shoved his face into Jim's "you way past that point and now it's nothin but yes Bo, no Bo, anything you say Bo! We clear on that? No backin out, no changin your mind, got it?" grabbing him by the back of the neck chins almost slamming "GOT? IT?"

"Fuck..." Jim was almost afraid Bo was going to kiss him right then and there "okay okay, got it."

"Steve?" turning to him next, but Steve put his hands up and shrugged his agreement "okay, time you boys got to see what really goes down here. That's what you two been sniffin around her for right?" not bothering to glare at Jim "so you two geniuses figured out the kind of workout videos getting made here ain't somethin t'show the wife and kids now ain't it? But then I guess you two been makin yer own fuck videos usin my equipment when I ain't here -- "

"Hey! We rented it from Steve there, not -- "

"Quit yer bellyachin! I ain't complainin if you two been doin shit here when ol Bo's away. But I'm here now and now we're gonna see if you two are man enough for..." he went over to the Smith machine and loaded the bar with a scary amount of plates "you boys know how t'do leg presses I'm figurin."

"Yeah, we ain't no beginners" Jim kept his eyes on Bo, doing everything to ignore the continuing stare of the camcorder at his nakedness, at his over-primed dick, his entire body one big sex organ now. And like Bo said, once the camera got the shot of him standing there getting a blowjob from the huge powerlifter there was really no going back, he was already in deep shit. Like he wasn't when he walked into the warehouse already. The only thing worse would have been if he had lost and he was the one had to kneel with Steve's cock -- or worse yet Bo's! -- in his mouth all captured on tape.

"Okay I do the penalty, I pick the game. Game now is we all do leg presses... but..."

"But what?" Jim smelled a trap. When he saw Bo rummaging around in first one and then several drawers, he knew this was going to be bad "hey... it's just leg presses, nothin kinky or -- "

"We do these my way!" Bo returned with a handful of various devices. Jim looked puzzled, but Steve had a good idea of what they were "okay Big Stuff, you gonna go first, show us all how you back up all your tough guy shit. But first" he dug through his loot until he found something looking like a silver egg "you gonna put this in, or y'want yer friend Steve here t'do the honors" holding out the egg and the lube.

"What the fuck is that supposed to..."

"You were so eager to plug my butt before" Steve smirked "guess it's payback time, huh Bo?" and Bo nodded.

"No way anything's going up my hole!" Jim spun around "especially not with that!" pointing at the camera "running and recording -- "

"You punks ain't too smart are ya?"

"What's that supposed t'mean?"

"Old Bo maybe big but he ain't stupid! Don't y'think Bo here knows you two been doin way much worse shit already?" Bo tossed a small black plastic ring at Jim "so because your head's tryin t'be catchin up with yer dick because y'ain't doin what I tell ya to when I tell ya to, y'can put than on as well. No wait, cause you still ain't getttin the picture I call the shots now, Steve's gonna do it for ya."

"Like hell ya crazy bastard!" Jim took the ring and before Steve took one step got it looped around his aching balls. It was serious work to get his swollen cock through as well but when he was finished the effort got whistles from both of his fans. Now not only was his cock curving straight out and up, it was bright red and shiny like some obscene over-inflated torpedo. When Steve saw Bo slap the silver egg into Jim's greasy hand and it didn't go flying across the room, he knew Jim had passed what was probably the last tipping point. Even though Jim tried to turn away from the camera initially, Bo was there pulling the camera from the stand and following his every move. The camera closed in for him bending down and trying to hide the worst, his eyes rolling back in his head as the smooth greased bulb popped past his ring. Steve almost dropped his load seeing Jim surrender to the sensation of something invading his ass.

"Yeah Big Boy, just like that. Time you start exploring all the fun we can be having here" Bo chuckled "okay Big Steve c'here" holding out another ring "we gonna show Big Boy here what fun he missed not having you do him" coming over to Steve next putting his hand on his shoulder feeling the muscles jump with the shock "you just calm down you act like you ain't never had a guy's hand on your shit before, just you calm down now Big Steve" running his huge paws over Steve's wide shoulders "now just leave those impressives arms up just like that keep your hands behind your head" Steve kept the pose, staring straight into the lens when Bo set the camcorder back on the stand and positioned it not three feet in front of his exposed crotch. He almost jumped out of his skin when Bo's greased hands grabbed his ass and pushed his crotch forward telling him to lean back slightly. Steve knew that only served to thrust his crotch forward towards the camera, and then he gave a huge jump when Bo's re-greased fingers found his balls!

"Man look at you two pervs!" Jim snarled but came around to the front to get a better view "I knew you wanted nothin else than to get your big paws all over our bods."

"Don't y'be mindin him" Bo's fingers rubbed and tugged at his hairy balls slipping the plastic ring around one then both of his nuts. Steve hissed and shook and almost dropped his hands to protect his junk "no you leave your hands where they are. Big Bo's gonna take real good care of you" Bo had a real good idea of the thoughts racing through Steve's mind, and his fingers greasing and tugging that thick pole through the cockring were like slimy antennas receiving Steve's transmission loud and clear. Even when he pulled the swollen head through and tugged the ring snug around the base and tight around the top of his scrotum Bo's fingers continued rubbing and massaging, tugging that foreskin as far as it would go then skinning it back three four then five times until Steve's cock was even harder if that was possible. Steve was almost thrusting his hips in time with Bo's stroking.

"Yeah jerk him off, he'd like that, wouldn't ya Cumbreath?" Jim crouched down to get the best view. Steve's eyes were closed but Bo could see the real reason Jim was doubling over was to conceal the fact he could not keep his hands off his blood-engorged cock, knowing he was going to be wearing a cockring every time in the future "yeah make him cum and then at least we can all go home.

"Maybe after all the big boy's been through" Bo's attention was focused on keeping Steve primed and on the knife-edge "he deserves more'n a stupid handjob is what I'm thinkin."

As Bo suspected, nothing got Steve more turned on than having a guy's hands all over his balls and completely swollen cock. He had Steve ready to blow his load more than once in spite of Jim's constant running commentary. But as long as that greased hand maintained contact with that sweaty flesh Bo got what Steve was thinking, knowing how far he could push him, how he could get Steve's deepest fantasy fulfilled. Bo's hand knew where to stroke and squeeze to keep Steve shaking and clenching his hips, right on the edge of loosing it, so Steve barely noticed when the egg replaced the plug in his sorely stretched hole, that same hand then had to reverse the stimulation to keep Steve's cock from going over the top. Steve let out a high groan when the egg found paydirt and his knees buckled as he was overwhelmed by the seemingly endless sensations. It took Bo several tries before he got Steve's attention to remind him there was a final egg needing to be forced home. Ignoring Jim's gross comments Bo replaced Steve in front of the camera. He turned his back on their constant companion and leaned forward, thrusting his jock-framed butt towards Steve.

"What am I supposed to... y'mean y'want me to..." Steve felt his shiny cockhead zeroing in on that muscle ass, afraid he would do something he would regret. Or that Jim not three feet away would never let him forget. Before his dick took over he found the third egg and covered it with lube. When he brought it near those massive glutes he almost didn't expect Bo to pull his cheeks apart exposing his hole. Steve swore it winked at him before he pressed the egg against it, expecting enough resistance to make him have second thoughts. But the egg hardly found its target before it disappeared into the hole with a slightest pop.

"Ahhh" Bo groaned and flexed his ass muscles back and forth "yeah, now we are really gettin this party started!" he straightened up and turned around, stuffing his cock back into his jock but pulling the other purple ball free, almost expecting a comment from Jim but there was unusual silence from that part of the room. Even when Bo pulled the leather straps and cone from the drawer, Jim kept still "okay like I said we gonna be doin some leg squats now boys. But we do them 'Bo style' and maybe you two dickheads can learn somethin" wrapping the straps around his low hangers and then snapping the leather cone around his sac as well "this is how we take turns" Bo went over to the bar and loaded it with two plates "Steve bring that camera over here."

Steve wheeled the camera over to the stand and almost gasped when Bo attached a five pound weight to the strap hanging down from the cone encircling his low purple balls, stretched and encircled with the devices. He crouched under the bar and lifted it off the rack, then proceeded to do ten squats like it was nothing. But the way his balls were pulled a good four inches lower made Steve wince. Jim's hand kept up a steady tug at his crotch as Bo went down so far the ball weight banged against the floor.

"Ouch" Jim was startled enough to stop masturbating.

"Yer next Big Stuff" Bo reset the barbell and stood up. He unsnapped the cone and handed it to Jim.

"Yeah but not -- I mean I ain't wearing that, not after -- "

"You're so wearing it or you're forfeiting!" Bo barked in his deep bass timber-rattling voice "we clear on that? You agree t'my rules I told ya ain't no turnin back" throwing the equipment at him "so you just put it on or else! Got it?"

"This better not do any permanent damage" Jim felt the warmth and sweat still clinging to the leather as he snapped the contraption around his tightly swollen balls, having to tug and stretch them to make it all fit. He waddled over to the bar and crouched down juggling the same five-pound weight before Bo did it for him. Very carefully he lifted it off the floor, expecting his balls to be ripped from their roots but when he realized he could do it with a level of pain he could handle, he took his stance under the bar. Like before he lifted it up and stood a moment, getting used to the sensation. With Steve standing there his tongue hanging out and his grotesquely erect cock pointing at his face, he heard Bo count off the numbers as he slowly and gingerly lowered himself down and back up, careful to keep the weight from hitting the floor. It was not the weight on his shoulders but the painful tugging around his balls that keep his focus. He finished ten and barely had the bar back in the rack before he had the straps off his balls and was massaging blood back into his aching nuts.

"Damnit that hurts!" he glared at Steve like it was his fault. And in his mind this whole evening really was Steve's fault somehow. If it wasn't for Steve he never would have gotten into any of this shit, and he would not be here suffering under this huge black drill sargeant out to break his balls. Literally! "okay Bearnuts you try it! See if this don't cripple you too!"

Steve felt how warm and wet the leather had become as he struggled to wrap the cone around his thick hairy sac. After several attempts he managed to get the straps closed and like Jim waddled over to the rack and attached the five-pound weight. His first attempt to lift it off the ground resulted in a sharp pain to his left ball. He readjusted the strap and shifted the leather ring and tried again. He had to watch as the leather harness stretched his sac downwards another several inches. He took his stance and lifted the bar and started his squats. Unlike the previous guys he decided this was going to be the fastest ten squats on record. He flew up and down so fast he could not help but bang the weight on the floor with each descent. The pain shot through his groin but only served to make his cock bounce and swell more. He reset the barbell and lowered himself to the floor, catching his breath before he removed the strap from his balls with the greatest of care.

"Yeah you boys are quick learners when y'wanna. Now we get serious here" Bo turned to Jim "you!"

"What about me."

"You start the next set."

"Why me?"

"Bo's game Bo's rules" Bo went over to the counter with something like a deck of cards in his hands "your turn. Time to add more weight."

"Fine whatever" Jim went over the rack and was about to add another plate.

"Not that weight" Bo stopped him "that weight" pointing to the leather cone Steve was still holding.

"No way!"

"Way Bigtalk!" Bo found a ten pound weight and set it on the floor with an ominous clang "do it or forfeit, we clear on this?"

"Damn damn damn" Jim took the leather harness, hating its warm moistness almost as much as having to attach the increased weight to his still sore balls. This time when he raised it off the floor he let out a gasp as his balls stretched with the increased load. Carefully and slowly he inched under the barbell and with Steve grunting encouragement he took it on his shoulders and slowly lowered himself down. He was too focused on keeping his balance and not letting the weight bang onto the floor that he barely noticed Bo fiddling with the small box he was holding. But as he started to raise himself up he felt the egg inside his ass come alive and start buzzing and vibrating "fuck! fuck!" he yelled almost losing his balance struggling to get the weight back onto the rack.

"Nine more Big Talk" Bo adjusted the control until Jim barely felt the buzzing "do it or y'gonna really regret the forfeit."

"Okay then turn that SHIT OFF!"

"We do it Bo's way or no way!" Bo shot a sideways glance at Steve knowing his turn was coming next "grab that bar now!"

"Y'better not hit that switch again!"

"Y'better get ready when I do!"

Jim let out a trainload of swearing grunts but took his position under the bar again. And as soon as he started to lower himself down, his ass muscles clenching with the weight, that damn egg started buzzing and vibrating against the forbidden sweet spot inside him. He lowered himself down until his ball weight landed on the ground, resting a moment as the buzzing continued to do damage to his newly sensitive prostate. He raised himself up feeling the buzzing diminish but had he looked down he would have seen a bead of precum oozing from his cock, and start to shine the underside. Up and down he went, the buzzing worse on the down squat and stopping when he was upright. Jim figured out Bo had planned this very well, since that damned on-again off-again stimulation was far worse than having a constant stimulation he could adjust to. By the time he finished his ten it felt like his ass has been vibrating for hours. When he unsnapped the leather straps he had to notice how the entire head of his cock was shiny with precum. And he hated to admit that small struggling with the ball harness almost caused him to drop his load then and there.

When it came Steve's turn to increase the weight to his balls he swore and grimaced but the look in Bo's eyes told Steve his secret thrill was growing more obvious by the minute. And as Bo planned the camera captured Steve's bright red drum-tight hardon as it bobbed up and down for the full ten count. He could feel Bo playing games with his prostate and did everything he could to complain about the pain. The sweet stimulated cum-churning pain Steve knew would push him over the edge if he continued past the ten-count. So when he slowed at nine and lifted up for the tenth time he squeezed his eyes and dared not look down at what goo might have been sliding from his cock. He had to wait until Bo was yelling at him to remove the harness contraption because his balls were that tender and swollen.

Bo's turn came with yet another two and half pounder added. When he saw Jim grab the remote control for his egg he had as hard of time hiding his smile as he did stretching his balls on each lift. He heard Steve let out a low loud whistle as his black snake started its slow scary swelling and filling out his pouch. By the time he finished his ten, his huge cockhead was almost free and poking out the side and his balls were a good five inches lower than when he started. He growled at Jim like he was pissed but knew the dumb cop was just playing into his game even more with each stunt.

Bo made way for Jim's turn, knowing his balls would not be able to handle the twelve plus pounds. Bo had done this before; Jim most probably had not. As he suspected the first attempt to lift the amount off the floor almost caused Jim to forfeit. Bo knew the sporatic buzzing inside his hole would distract him from the pain -- but not forever. Jim managed five lifts and lowered himself down, streaming sweat from heat to toe, his hairless body polished and shiny with that unique combination of oil and sweat that made him look more than hot. He looked the bill of full-blown jack-off material that Bo had expected.

"C'mon Jimbo you can do it!" Steve yelled, openly jacking off to the sight.

"Fuck you, it ain't your balls getting ripped out by their roots."

"Do it or forfeit Bigtalk" Bo gave the controls and few more hits, getting Jim's attention "and y'better not let that dick of yours cum got it?" giving the remote a hard jolt "you drop any more cum on my nice clean floor and you forfeit, got it?"

"Knock that OFF!" but both of them heard that word "more" and suspected Bo knew about the events of earlier.

"I mean it or I turn it on full blast!" Bo gave another hit, this one twice as powerful. Jim writhed and shook like he had been zapped with a taser!

"Hey!"

"Do it but y'better not cum Big Talk! Don't you fuckin cum!" from that deep bass voice. So that is what Jim did. He took his stance again and slowly inched the weights off the floor feeling the buzzing inside him reach a new crescendo as he hurried to lower the weights back down. Before he lost his nerve he raised himself up for number seven and slammed the weights back down to the floor an electric rush of sensations exploded his balls and he lost it, his cockhead flaired wide and his pissslit opened up as an involuntary glob of creamy goo escaped from his dick with a bone-rattling orgasm, hitting the floor with a loud plop!

"Fuck!" Jim raced to cover himself and released the leather restraints from his balls. As his balls lifted up another gooey mass slid from his cock. Jim would have stood there and finished the job for good had Steve not shoved the camera into his crotch and Bo not grabbed his arms and pulled him sideways "hey, fuck, c'mon!" he swore but the stars spinning around his head and the bright lights throbbing in his eyes took over.

"Seven Bigtalk, that's only seven and what's that mess all over my nice clean floor..." Bo shook his head "okay Big Stud" looking at Steve, or rather his massive hardon "Big mouth already forfeited far as I can see so let's see if you can save your own ass now. Cause I got just the forfeit in mind for that ass of his" stroking his python with a sneer on his broad face "and maybe you -- "

"Don't even think about it!" Jim pulled his eyes off that impossible tube half sticking out from Bo's jock. Now that he saw it thickening with lust, he dreaded the thought of it going anywhere near someone's ass. Especially his!

"Okay I'll do it" Steve quickly put on the additional weight and took his position, distracting Bo and Jim before their arguing turned nasty. He had a deep urgency to get his turn, to feel Bo doing a number with that thing permanently lodged in his asshole. He was not disappointed when he lowered himself a second time and the egg went wild, almost doing summersaults against his prostate. He looked down as his cock opened up and a jet of cum shot out of him before he could raise himself up, hoping Bo would turn the thing off once he succeeded in making him loose his nut. He went up and down twice more, each time another shot blasted out on the downstroke. Bo chuckled and pulled his dick completely free, opening jacking himself staring at Steve's leaking cock.

"Okay okay we're done here!" Jim reached behind himself to pull the egg free of his sore hole "you win okay? You got Steve to shoot his load. I'm outa here now!"

"Where the FUCK you -- " Bo bellowed.

"Steve there didn't even finish five before that bone of his -- "

"Get yer ass over here I mean NOW!"

"Steve there's the one who gotta be -- "

"Both of you!" Bo went to the camera and slapped in a fresh tape "or this ends up places you don't even want to THINK about! Not even counting what I know you boneheads been up to before I showed up. We clear on that?"

"You got us to blow out loads okay?" Jim almost whined, wiping himself down with the stained towel, his dick still swollen and very tender "okay? You win, just let us go home."

"I know you two ain't even close to emptying those big cop balls of yours. You got lots more cum backed up in those nuts of yours" Bo had deposited the incriminated tape in the office and was back before Jim has a chance to struggle into his even tighter shorts. His attempt to pull it over his cock still swollen from the rubber ring tossed on the floor was almost comical.

"C'mon Bo, enough's enough!"

"Maybe it's time to see what the penalty is gonna be" Bo found the list the two made earlier and took the dice, almost shaking them at Jim "y'better be praying for a nice low number now I'm thinkin."

"Penalty for who?" Steve knew he was the one who really needed to be worried. So when Bo rolled a five for him he almost breathed a sigh of relief.

"You the one fucked up" Jim had the shorts over his still rockhard dick and was looking around for the rest of his clothes "not me" ignoring the loud thunderous roll of those dice.

"You know you ain't leaving Big Talk" Bo blocked his exit "you agreed, Big Steve there agreed. And that camera has a way of making dudes like you stick to your word so..." finding the paper for the roll of five.

"Already rolled a five" Steve ignored Jim's protests.

"Then we see here what six looks like..." and Bo gave out a low whistle "well lookee here. What's this Bo sees?" handing the paper to Jim "my eyes they ain't all that good. So why don't you read it for all of us?"

"I know what it says."

"Wait I mean I didn't really mean I mean..." Steve saw his plan come back to bite him in the ass. He wrote it and he knew what it said "honest Jim! I didn't really think -- "

"That's your problem Numbnutts you don't think you never think! And now I gotta pay the penalty" hearing Bo already protesting "Okay okay I'll read it but I ain't doing it" Jim glared at Steve and read "half hour, anything goes."

"That word there 'anything' y'know..." Bo was already going through the drawers looking for lots of things he would need "real dangerous word is what I'm thinking. Anything, anything. I mean it could mean a whole mess of nasty things."

"I'm leaving!"

"You're staying" Bo went over to Steve putting his hand on that hairy shaking shoulder "cause I don't think even you would be sleepin real easy knowin you the dude responsible for your friend here ending up in the emergency room all messed up -- "

"YOU WOULD NOT DARE!"

"So maybe your whole cum-and-run routine just got real old and like I been getting through your thick skull you ain't goin ANYWHERE!" seeing Steve trying to remove his cockring "and that thing stays ON, y'got it?" catching Steve pulling on his shirt "you can be putting on all the clothes you want, cause they all coming off sooner or later" but Jim's actions were slowing, watching Bo direct Steve over to the weightbench a bit rougher than called for, one huge arm almost encircling Steve's thick waist.

"What the hell you think you're -- "

"Time for Big Steve to get what's comin t'him" Bo directed Steve to straddle the bench facing away from Jim and the camera.

"Steve no!" Jim dropped his gymbag and came rolling over all 7th Cavalry like "Bo I mean it, you ain't gonna do nothin -- "

"Thought you were leavin Bigtalk" Bo replaced the barbell on its rack and loaded it with two and then four and then six plates "so that leaves Big Steve here at my mercy's what I'm thinkin."

"What you plannin on doing to him?"

"Wait Bo" Steve tried to get off the bench but Bo only had to snap his fingers and point. Steve averted his eyes from Jim's shocked gaze and sat down facing the bar "maybe Bo's right Jim. Maybe you don't wanna be around for this last part. Y'better go Jim!"

"Like hell!" Jim grabbed Bo "even if I could Steve here's my ride tonight which is all the more reason I ain't leaving here knowing you're gonna rape him and -- "

"Ain't rapin nobody" Bo pulled away from Jim's grip like it was nothing "now Big Steve get that ass up off my nice clean bench and now let's see your lean forward over the bar. Right. Here!" Bo grabbed Steve's midsection and hefted him forward like a sack of pillows. Steve twisted and grunted. Even with Jim's tugging and twisting Bo got Steve bent over the bar "now you stay like that and let Bo show you what you've been hankerin for all these years."

Bo grabbed two lengths of rope and secured Steve's wrists around the bottom legs of the bench. His hairy ass was on major display, the loop for the egg still showing at his hole, his ass cheeks spread wide by the awkwardness of his tied stance. Bo grabbed the loop and eased the greasy egg free of Steve's hole, his ring making a noisy pop as it came free.

"You ever see anything so inviting there Jimbo?" Bo's fingers found the lube and his middle finger, thick as a dick, forced some of the gel deep inside the already stretched hole. While Jim stood there frozen with a cascade of contradictory feelings, Bo's index and ring fingers joined the invasion. Steve did not struggle but instead a bright red blush spread over his broad furry shoulders as the corded muscles in his buttocks and thighs began to spasm with the invasion "y'think he's enjoying that now, wait'll a big hard dick goes up there!"

"NO!" Jim pulled at Bo's barrel of an arm managing to dislodge the fat invaders.

"Seein as how you stayin" Bo's lip curled in a faint smile, his other hand smearing more lube into his palms "time you joined the party" removing Jim's grip from his thick forearm and smearing most of the lube all over Jim's hand "now I wanna see you usin your fingers for a change!"

"What?"

"Instead of your mouth all the time" Bo knocked Jim's knee out from under him causing his to fall into Bo's waiting arm. He pulled Jim's leg around to straddle the bench facing Steve's upturned butt "I am gonna see a full five minutes of those fingers where mine just came from."

"I ain't sticking my fingers up Steve's shithole!"

"Your choice Bigtalk" Bo took a few steps over to the camera and brought it around so it was alongside the activities "either I see your fingers in there or old Bo's battering ram is gonna -- "

"NO!" Steve gasped, trying to free himself from the restraints.

"Don't you dare!" Jim hissed and tried to turn but Bo straddled the bench behind him cutting off his escape route.

"Running outa time here" Bo pulled his jock to the side and started greasing up his pole. Even in its semi-hard state, it was enough to make Jim break into a cold sweat. Seeing the full length and girth of it made him afraid for both of them. He tried not to stare at the uncircumsized mass of it, as thick as someone's wrist and growing towards eight, nine, maybe more inches of pure menace. Jim muttered a few words to Steve and before he realized what he was doing his middle finger entered Steve's stretched anal ring. He expected Steve to scream and swear and buck off his finger but instead felt the ring quiver and spasm and damn if it didn't feel like Steve's hole began to open up. He let out a deep grunt when Jim's second and third finger also began to slide into the puckered ring.

"Looks like your friend is liking what you're doing there Jimbo, ain't that right Big Steve?"

Ugh ugh ugh oh fuck oh fuck" Steve grunted as Jim's fingers started rubbing around inside the hot flesh.

"Now we're getting this party started" Bo's re-greased hand reached around Jim's front, tugging down the shorts with minimal resistance and found that Viagra-filled tube still half-hard "yeah I didn't think Jimbo's tool here wanted to go home and miss all the fun" lubing and stroking the hardening flesh until Jim began to turn as red as Steve's hole "so now comes the real deal here Steve. I got me two lubed dicks here just beggin to find their way into that hot hole of yours."

"What the hell you -- " Jim made a feeble attempt to struggle away from Bo's grip around his waist.

"Well Big Steve. You decide. If you want a nice hard tube to finally take your hole you just say the word. What's it gonna be? Cause if you don't decide in the next three seconds old Bo here's gonna decide for you. One!"

"Okay okay okay oh fuck" Steve twisted his head and looked at Jim "don't make me say it Larson okay? Y'know he'd rip me in two, right? Okay Larson..." and then a small bass-deep groan came from inside that barrel chest "please..."

Jim knew sooner or later this final outcome would happen between the two of them but he never in a million years imagined it would be like this. He felt Bo's fist smearing more lube all over his cock and if truth be told, his cock was again hard enough to split wood. Once his fingers were out of the stretched hole it took little effort for his hips to lean forward and close the seven inch distance. His cockhead found Steve's butt and before he knew it his cockhead pressed against something fleshy. The groan that vibrated through all that flesh went right into Jim's cock as it found the ring and what little resistance he expected soon engulfed his fat head in a split second. Jim gasped, never expecting something so nasty to feel so hot and amazing. When he felt Steve actually lean back into the invasion Jim looked down as another inch or two of his cock disappeared into a guy's ass! That did it! Jim's powerful hip muscles took over as he leaned forward and his entire cock slipped in like butter. Once they were joined together one continuous mass of hard flesh hair and sweat and muscles and skin glued together one giant sex organ, his body went into autopilot and he began a slow pistoning in and out of Steve's trapped ass.

"Sometimes it takes a major battle to win the smallest of wars" Bo chuckled and repositioned the camera, making sure it got everything! Jim's overly-muscled hips slamming his shiny cock again and again into Steve's thick furry ass. The look on his face once he realized he was finally fucking his friend, the look on Steve's face finally feeling Jim's unleashed passion hitting all the right places inside his hole. The expression of pure desire and satisfaction now that the impossible had finally been made to happen. And knowing he was bound and helpless only added to the complete surrender he felt beneath Jim's sweaty body. He barely registered what was happening when his mouth was eased open and a fat spongy cockhead slid into his gaping mouth, his tongue hanging out like a dog in heat as Bo's cock rocked a few inches back and forth across the drooling bumps of Steve's curling tongue. Bo's eyes met Jim's and the unspoken understanding passed between them. They both knew this was exactly what Steve had been craving for too long and Bo was pleased as punch to make it happen.

Bo reached over and found one of the small box devices and before Jim knew what hit him, his egg started buzzing and vibrating like crazy. Even though he had cum not ten minutes before, the sensation of dominating Steve's hot ass was too much to control. He felt his cock -- he felt his whole person! -- inside Steve, knowing this was the ultimate for Steve, and despite all their bullshitting and trash-talking, this was what he always wanted since the first time Steve's eyes lingered one millisecond too long on Jim's naked front in the locker room that afternoon. And Jim was forced to face the fact that this was what he secretly desired as well, to dominate and sexually explode Steve's brain wide open, knowing Steve saw Jim as the ultimate epitome of manhood, his ultimate sexual desire. The feelings coming from his cock and the vibrating inside his hole were amplifying each other, driving him to heights of insane lust he never even imagined. This was light-years beyond those frequent -- and all too-soon finished fucks of those bitches before this. This was sex with a capital triple X! His cock was twice its normal size and he wanted this to last forever and that huge hairy back spread out beneath his cock looked SO DAMN RIGHT! As much as he wanted this to go on forever as much as he thought he could not cum again, he leaned forwarded and stars exploded everwhere as he deposited the full balls content of the night's load deep inside Steve's spasming ass.

"Yeah take his load Big Steve. Your buddy's load deep inside your ass just like you always wanted. He's giving you his hottest best nut boy you better -- "

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna I'm gonna -- " Steve began to jerk and twist against the restraints like he was being tazered instead of fucked. Bo was faster however and before Steve could let go, Bo's thick paw was down around Steve's slimed junk, a torniquet around his balls preventing him from blowing yet another load.

"You ain't cumming yet Big Steve. I got plans for that load remember I'm still callin the shots here. Jim! Plow him good! Your best bud's ass fillin with your load, you finally finished spillin yer nut harder harder HARDER!" but Jim's cock was raw and tight so sensitive he thought he ripped something as he pulled out, looking down at his glowing red cum-shiny huge cock proudly lying on top of Steve's vanquished ass "y'had yer fun now help me untie Big Steve here. Now!" bellowing like an overheated sargeant two hours behind schedule "now!"

The two of them got Steve's hands free from the carelessly tied knots and back on his feet, unsteady and dripping a steady stream of fluid from his thick encircled cock. Bo all but pushed Steve off the bench and right before their eyes he slid his own huge frame onto his back, the bench barely wide enough as he lifted his legs and spread his ass, tugging his own egg free in one clean fast motion.

"Okay Big Steve you know what you gonna do now."

"What?" from both of them too shocked to believe their eyes "you expect..."

"I ain't expectin I'm tellin you! Before that cannon of yours goes off I'm ordering you to put it where -- oh shit just do it!"

Steve looked at Jim like: is this really happening? but Jim was too busy shaking and coming down from his high, trying to wipe down his body with his stained muscle-t. But his eyes were completely bugged out, watching Bo all but begging for Steve to ram him good. And that is what Steve did. He crouched down and aimed his cockhead at that brown hairy pucker not really expecting to be able to enter him. But Bo grabbed Steve's ass and in a grip that would have crippled a smaller man pulled him into his buttocks, Steve's cock barely finding the target before his pubes slammed into Bo's colossal nuts with a bone-crushing bang.

Steve was not sure if his brain could keep up with the events speeding out of control, one after the other. His ass was still stinging from the egg and the fingers and Jim's cock. Jim's cock! The thought of Jim's cock fucking him, the muscle stud actually taking his ass! The feel of his rock-hard muscles against his broad back as that perfect cock slammed again and again into his hole, that nut inside him overwhelmed by the combination of the egg and Jim's slamming again into that electric trigger making his cock twitch and spasm like he was having one orgasm after another, feeling Bo's thick fleshy cockhead rubbing against his tongue, filling his mouth, almost like Bo's thoughts were traveling through that tube of flesh, almost like he could hear Bo saying: this what you wanted stud? Jim filling you up what you secretly lusted for since the first time you saw his naked muscles in the changing room and felt your cock spring a surprise boner and knowing the chances were all but zero you would ever get a chance to get within a hundred yards of that body even if you dared admit to yourself what your dick had been trying to tell you for all those years in spite of all your attempts to bury it deep down and forget it and now look at you! Your dream's all come true and to cap it off this black gorilla is so turned on by your dick filling his ass... well look down Big Steve! Look and understand the effect your dick is having on old Bo now!

Steve opened his eyes coming to the here-and-now looking down Bo's front and down there where their crotches were smashing together was something twice as long and thick as anything he remembered seeing all evening! Bo was not only filled out, he was so hard his dickhead was shiny purple and so wet and leaking it looked like his belly button was overflowing with shiny goo.

"Fuck me hard Big Steve. Fuck me like you always wanted him to do. Fill me up with all those years of cum Big Steve. Let it all out! Flood my hole stud!"

Steve knew he had maybe ten seconds left before his cock would explode. The last thing he needed was to feel Jim's still rock-hard bone against his hip, his friend so caught up in all the frenzy his cum-rag dropped to the floor, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glued to Steve's pistoning shaking that flimsy weightbench so bad it was rattling and groaning like it would shatter any moment with their combined weight. When the back of Steve's hand found Jim's cock Steve watched the room spin as his cock blasted again and again into that tightened ring, feeling all of Bo's equipment spasm in time to his own orgasm. When he tried to open his tears-filled eyes again he saw Bo grab Jim's midsection like he had done so many times before and with Steve's cock still lodged deep between his asschecks, managed to steer Jim's barely softening cock into his mouth. Steve wished it was his tongue on that cock instead of Bo's and just like that Jim's torso was twisted sideways and Steve leaned over and took Jim's cock into his mouth next. And damn if he didn't feel like it gave a jolt and flip when it found Steve's tongue, almost like Jim was flexing this muscle as well for Steve's gratification.

"Now Big Jim! Now your turn t'fill Bo's ass. Don't think you too tired to stop the party this early I'm thinkin."

"No sir!" Jim helped ease Steve's cum-slimed cock from Bo's ass and with hardly a moment wasted he had straddled the bench and was balls deep inside that hole. Where Steve's hole had been tight and clenched with fear, this one felt completely different. Like it was a custom fit, designed for Jim's dick in all the right places. Once his cock took over the relentless jack-hammering, Jim was free to look around and take it all in for maybe the first time that night. Here he was naked and buff and doing what he always wanted to do. Fuck everyone and everything in range and have a camera recording it, making it all the more real, all the more erotic, all the more important! Make HIM all the more important. He saw the biggest scariest powerlifter in the world skewered on His magic cock Jim the magic alpha male his cock dominating both of these huge dudes, knowing like this was the hottest craziest best thing that ever happened to him. And the mega-dick on that Bo totally hard now with Jim's relentless almost numb slamming into that receptive muscle ass! And to add even more to the mind-blowing activities, here is his best bud Steve naked and still hard, cock dripping the last few drops of cum, looking more proud and satisfied than he ever looked. And Jim looked at him not as the closet homo he always suspected and feared but as someone who went through a major battle with him tonight and damn! Jim was actually proud to have him here now when all this went down.

"Okay buddy, okay King Cumbreath" Jim knew he could keep this up forever, his cock never needing to leave this perfect sheath ever ever again "nothing would make me happier, nothing would be hotter than to see that sexy mouth of yours filled with that sausage down there. I think we both need to show Musclehead Bo here our gratitude for --" and before Jim even finished, Steve had managed to squeeze his head between those monster thighs and do his best to swallow as much of that baseball bat as humanly possible. Bo just closed his eyes when he felt that mouth encircle his cock, but his main center of bliss was that perfect cock hitting the perfect spot inside him to the perfect rhythm to make him start the inevitable slide into a shattering orgasm. He just managed to pull Steve's head clear of his crushing thighs before his cock swelled wide and the first shot of pearly white cum hit Steve right in the nose. Steve coughed and choked but managed to get his mouth back down in time for the next seven shots. Jim felt Bo's ring clamp down tight and in spite of his best efforts felt something like another orgasm pulled from his nuts, almost painful in its sudden spasm.

"Yeah yeah yeah fuck fuck fuck" Bo's body arched again and again as his orgasm began to subside. As his head cleared, a free hand found Steve's crotch "fuckin stud fuckin stud fuckin stud fuckin stud" feeling Jim's bone slide free of his gaping hole "two fuckin studs two fuckin studs yeah!"

"Wow!" Jim collapsed onto the floor, too tired to worry about his slime, his sweat, his sore muscles, the camera, Steve, anything.

"Your turn now" Bo steered Steve's semi-hard towards his dripping ass "do it Big Steve!"

"What? Again?"

"And maybe you can last longer than a teenager this time. And then Jim can -- "

"Wait!" Jim opened his eyes seeing Steve almost ready to go again "you want more. More?!?"

"Yeah, don't stop!"

"Sorry Bo but..." Jim quickly covered his cock, still very hard and more than willing to go again "how much more you want us to do?"

"Don't stop don't stop" Bo growled over and over again.

"Maybe Jim and those pills can go all night" Steve reached down and rubbed those huges pecs on Bo "but I gotta admit I'm all fucked out, sorry Big Bo."

"Half hour you guys, we said a half hour!"

"And it's already been twenty-eight minutes" Jim almost chuckled "gotta hand it to you. You have got to be the biggest horniest stud I ever..." looking at Steve "well second horniest at least."

"You guys breaking the agreement!" Bo continued to massage Steve's dick but had to admit it was becoming a losing battle.

"C'mon Bo, cut us some slack okay?" Jim looked at Steve "you already turned poor Steve-O inside out with all your sexcapades tonight. Give a guy a break."

"Bo..." Steve rubbed Bo's chest with a great fondness, almost fearing breaking their link "as much as I would like that I can't, really stud I'm fucked out, like Jim Stud said. You gotta cut us a break."

"Well..." Bo grabbed Steve's hand and held it to his chest "the way I reckon it, we agreed to thirty minutes and you studs only gave me twenty and change. So I'm thinking there's another forfeit -- "

"No more forfeit!" Jim was chuckling, exuding sex heat.

"A forfeit it is, a forfeit it is" Bo stared hard into Steve's eyes "I know you both have tomorrow night free so here's the forfeit."

"C'mon Bo..." but Steve was already hooked on whatever Bo was offering.

"Here's the deal" looking next at Jim "tomorrow night you two are gonna meet me here and..."

"Ain't you had enough of us two meatheads for..." Steve muttered as felt Bo's grip tighten.

"And just to let y'know there's no hard feelings" Bo stared at Jim and nodded at his crotch "we gonna sweeten the pot a little. You two studs meet me here tomorrow night at say seven and..."

"And what?"

"And it's like that number six again..." seeing Steve's eyes widen "only we got NO time limit this time and..." seeing Jim's attention totally focused "you two are the one's callin all the shots. ALL the shots got it?"

"You seriously saying what..." Jim was already calculating if he could get his balls back in shape in time for what Bo was hinting at.

"I'm sayin in terms even you two dickheads understand. You two call the shots and Bo here does anything and EVERYTHING you want him to. And that includes that game of twenty questions y'got buzzing round in that fevered brain of yours, Big Jim."

"You really meaning what I'm hearing?"

"Sometimes half the fun is just goin the extra mile forcing... forcing! all the information out of some helpless guy, ain't it Officer Larson?" and Bo saw the look of shock and then recognition on Jim's face. Two could play that game.