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.

Chapter 114

June 29

The next day at work Steve made his usual half-assed attempts to get Jim aside and have a quiet one-on-one about all that had happened and where this runaway locomotive was heading. It was a Saturday so the streets were quiet, everything was slow and most of the guys were not in the station, but Jim just made himself scarce and the few times Steve did corner him Jim acted like nothing remarkable had happened. Most of the time he managed to be leaving the room when Steve came in or vice versa. All day. Finally Steve left a vague but pointed message on his phone but as afternoon turned to evening Jim still had not returned the call. Steve had no choice but to show up at the warehouse at seven, alone and nervous as all shit.

He went through the door hearing voices arguing. At first he thought maybe Jim had shown up in spite of ignoring him all day but as Steve made his way through the warehouse he recognized the second voice as Steve the so-called manager of the place.

"I don't care! If he's that young we are all flirting with prison time Bo! What the hell were you thinking!"

"Thinking about what?" Steve came around the corner, and more or less announced his arrival in time to disrupt their argument.

"Oh shit and now the cops are here" Poker Steve threw his hands in the air walking back towards his office "y'happy now?"

"What's the problem here Bo?" Steve could feel the tension and knew he just put his foot in the shit yet again. He told himself he was getting deeper and deeper into the illegal workings of this place but isn't that why he was here after all? To get the dirt on what made this place function? "Somethin goin on I should know about?"

"Me and my partner there" Bo nodded towards the office "seem t'be havin a little artistic difference here."

"He ain't too happy about all this shit, is he?"

"He is when there's money in his pocket" Bo shrugged, knowing that subject would open the can of worms.

"And where does this money come from again? You got guys like us renting the place but – "

"I covered you for last night" Bo narrowed his eyes "well you anyways, where is that partner of yours anyway? He knew he's supposed t'be here, I made it real clear last night – "

"He probably ain't gonna be here. Not tonight, not ever" Steve went to work chewing his fingernail "Jim's kinda y'know freaked out about – shit he's REAL freaked out about all this... y'know... like everything."

"What about you? You nervous?" Bo walked over and put his massive paw on Steve's damp chest "y'gettin cold feet on me? Cause I got this stud here I don't wanna lose" rubbing his hand down towards Steve's belt buckle "I'm big but not dumb okay? I know I ain't yer first draft choice compared to the likes of yer Jim there" Bo's hand rested on Steve's thick middle "he really gone'n worked his way under yer skin didn't he?"

"Bo..."

"I'm on your team, remember?"

"Don't tell me it's that obvious..."

"Only t'me Big Steve, only t'me" Bo removed his hand slowly "but then I guess I got a way with hunches about this stuff. I kinda usually tend to zone in on what some guys are thinking" his hand returned to Steve's crotch "especially when they are horned. Y'horned big guy?"

"Fuck..." Steve's hand found its way to Bo's crotch in turn "you may not be the prettiest dude I ever saw, but you are one of the sexiest."

"You just sayin that to have your way with me" Bo's hand rubbing until he felt the hardness he expected "don't forget, old Bo here has your number" removing his hand and tapping his forehead with a finger "I see what nobody else sees, I know what – "

"So about that" Steve broke contact as smoothly as he could "how the fuck you DO that? It's like mind reading with you?"

"Ain't so dramatic" Bo chuckled his deep floor-rumbling grunt "I ain't that kinda freak. Don't y'be worryin I'm gonna pick yer brain or shit."

"So okay I'll pick yours then" Steve looked around, very happy not to see that fucking camcorder keeping guard over them "you and Steve were arguing about..."

"Well..." Bo rubbed his chin, staring at the floor "well that's a bit a problem we got ourselves here. I'm really hopin Big Steve" Bo took a seat on the padded table, his thick thighs spread wide enough to put his goods on open display "is gonna maybe see his way t'help me out. I know you and me – and that nervous-nellie partner of yours had us a appointment for tonight but..."

"Well don't count on him anytime soon. You were saying..."

"I'm thinkin you might want to contact Jimbo and tell him next week'd be better. Tonight is kinda... y'know..."

"You got yourself somebody else here tonight?" Steve smelled a gigantic lead for solving the mystery of the place "who is it?"

"Nobody you know. He's just a..."

"I heard you two arguing about – it is about this guy? There a problem with – "

"I sure as fuck hope not..."

Steve went over to the display of work-out equipment like he was interested in all the ropes and pulleys and weights and cords "Just how old is he?"

"Say wha?"

"You two were arguing about it, something about prison time" Steve avoided looking at Bo "y'know if he's underage Bo..."

"He's a big eighteen already! Shit! What you take me for?"

"Eighteen?!?" Steve shrugged but inside his shirt he was sweating bullets "you found some kid you plan to fuck with? You gonna get your rocks off with some kid cherry?"

"You know better y'big meathead! Damn y'smarter'n that! Ain't you been payin attention to what goes down here?" Bo was on his feet, his fists balled and ready "I thought you were somebody I could be countin on..."

"Oh you can, you can" Steve turned to face the looming threat "but if you got this whole scene here set up so you can find underage kids to buttfuck, then I'm outa here" walking over to his gymbag and starting to leave.

"Don't be a stupid ass Steve-my-man, c'mon!" Bo tried to block his exit "there ain't NO kinda SHIT like THAT happening here! What you thinkin!"

"What kinda shit?" they both wheeled around to the source of the voice. Standing at the back of the warehouse was a kid, age indeterminate, looking like he had wandered into the wrong place. The wrong town, the wrong country for that matter "shit.. I mean... I um er I'm supposed t'be I'm supposed I'm kinda lookin for somebody... called... Bo?" he croaked out.

"Me!" Bo almost shoved Steve out the way to get to the kid first "I'm Bo and you – I'm sure as hell hopin your name's Stan, otherwise guy you are fuckin shit lost!"

"No, I'm Stan" looking around, a bit less nervous once his eyes found all the work-out equipment "YOU?!? You? You're Bo? I was expecting somebody... um er so who're you?"

"This is my friend St-Stu, this is Stu. He's the – "

"Yeah, Stu" Steve said, catching up with the fast changing situation. Something about this place, this ever-changing house of mirrors now-you-see-it-now-you-don't merry-go-round with Steve always one turn behind. He knew better than to ask if the kid's name really was Stan. Probably not, knowing Bo. And knowing what all could go on in this warehouse.

"So my friend here Stu's all bent outa shape cause he thinks you're just an underage punk kid" Bo shot a nervous sideways glance at Steve.

"Yeah I'm legal" Stan snarled "I ain't jailbait if that's what you're thinkin" he even reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet like that would be his instant membership card to what he could only imagine. He handed his license to Steve hoping these two huge guys – huge adults! – would maybe let him stay. This was not even close to the scene Stan was expecting, definitely not adults and definitely not two of them! Steve kept his hand from trembling when he read Stan's licence. He almost gasped when he read: Stan Jensmull! Shit, if this kid could be related to Larry, another one of their "work-out" buddies, who was as deep in this shit as he was! then Stan's age was now a distant third concern.

"So Stan..." Steve shot Bo a quick glance "exactly what's your scene for coming here tonight?"

"A guy at school told me about this place. Told me to hook up – I mean get a hold of this Bo guy" looking at Bo" and when you answered my email today, I wanted to y'know... kinda check it out."

"What'd he tell you exactly?" Steve took in Stan's expression, his stance, the way he was dressed, everything. He needed to know if Stan had the foggiest clue what he was bumbling into.

"He said this guy, he called him `this big musclehead', that he had himself a private gym for himself and... um... a real sweet setup for guys who..." Stan looked at Bo "shit... I thought..."

"What'd you think?" Bo let Steve ask all the questions.

"I thought..." Stan glancing back and forth "maybe it was just some puny-ass kid thinking he's all hot shit cause he has maybe like all of a bench or shit, y'know... but... but..."

"But you weren't really expecting all this, huh?" Steve's eyes stayed glued to Stan, watching his every reaction. But Stan's eyes never left all the equipment.

"Fuck... no."

"Why don't you use the Y like everybody else?"

"That's it. It's everybody and crowded and like – "

"You know your way around a gym?"

"Hey!" Stan puffed out his chest "maybe I'm not huge like you two, I mean..."

"How much you weigh?"

"One ninety."

"More like two ten I'm thinking" Bo let out a small chuckle "what are ya? Five eleven?"

"Yeah, five uh eleven" but they both knew Bo gave him at least one inch.

"If I wouldn'ta seen your licence I would guessed you were sixteen or seventeen" Steve joined in "I'm guessing you got that five o'clock shadow beard t'get you into the bars, right?"

"Shit no! It's summer and I'm outa school y'know" Stan stammered. Bo reached over and rubbed his hand over the stubble on his cheek. As he suspected, Stan did not yank away. Once he made contact with that bristled skin, Bo's suspicions started to fill out.

"And you get fuckin sick of having to shave three times a day, ain't that right?" Steve smiled his best defusing smile "I remember being your age. When did you start having to shave?"

"Like when I was like twelve?" Stan felt the situation start to stabilize. Shit, maybe these two lugs just might let him stay.

"Well the hair thing only gets worse" Steve pulled off his shirt on a hunch "see what I mean?"

"Fuck..." Stan's eyes snapped away from the weights. While Stan took in all that hairy football build, Steve did the same with Stan. The kid looked almost as wide as tall, a real mack-truck in the making. He had dark brown hair, nothing like Larry. And unlike Larry this kid had thick bushy eyebrows which only made his large brow ridge more imposing, more thuggish. And that three day's worth of beard did little to hide his double chin competing with his heavy jaw. Talk about looking like the classic neighborhood bully! All he was missing was the cigarette stub dangling from the corner of his mouth, the ever-present snear to make him fag-basher candidate numero uno.

"Look forward to this, kid!" Steve rubbing his hand over his chest, watching those eyes on him like a hawk.

"Stan" he shot back "the name's Stan."

"Sorry, Stan the Man" Steve looked to Bo seeing the wink "mind if we call you Stan the Man?"

"Nope, my brother and Terry – I mean a guy from school – they call me that and it's kinda cool I guess" seeing Steve's scrutiny "I don't mind is what I'm saying."

"So I'm thinkin it's time to get the party started here" Bo looked at Steve and nodded towards the office "go see if Steve has anything while I explain the rules to Stan the Man here."

"I dunno Bo, maybe we better, y'know..."

"It's all cool Stu" Stan was almost drooling over the equipment "we're good here. And bring back some fans! It's hot in here!"

Steve went back towards the office thinking he might ask Poker Steve where the floor fans were. But Poker Steve loaded the camcorder with fresh tape as well as squeezing a few extras onto the stand and shooed Steve out of the office like he might get into something. Again Steve had the impression there was a lot more going on in that office and he almost interrupted something once again and tried to get Poker Steve to reveal something accidentally but again he was almost pushed from the office. He wheeled the noisy stand down the hall thinking they could at least lube the damn wheels but no.

He expected to hear a gasp of protest from the kid when he came around the hall with the intrusive prop but instead Stan let out a "wow cool" when he saw the device.

"Like I just explained, the rate changes with that" Bo nodded at Steve's toy "so you sure you don't – "

"Fuck no!" Stan even came over and started playing with the camcorder "hey cool, this is the newest hi-def model! Man, this is so awesome. But this seems like overkill just to record guys working out" one eyebrow shot up "so there has got to be some kinda catch here..."

Steve saw the look on Bo's face and was about to go into damage control.

"...not that I'm bitching at all, okay?" time to put the pedal to the metal Stan thought, shit he goes "so... how we gonna do this? Like take turns and..."

"Well Ste-Stu and me, we can do some serious damage with the weights but we ain't here to hurt you."

"I can handle it!"

"Sure you can, but..."

"What Bo's saying" Steve interrupted "is what we can do tonight is you decide your weight amount."

"Yeah, sounds fair."

"And then the other two guys can either vote to add or subtract five pounds."

"Huh?" from Bo.

"Only five?" from Stan.

"Or whatever the other two agree on and – "

"And that's how we do it" Bo interrupted fast.

"I'm thinking we should come up with some penalty" Stan blurted out "or shit if you drop the weight or can't do it or wuss out or shit."

"You sure about this Stan?" Bo was looking at Steve though.

"Yeah sure, it'd be like kinda hot I mean cool y'know?" Stan was almost hyperventilating "unless you two don't think y'can handle – "

"Okay we're settled" Bo waved away Steve's objection. He went over to the camcorder and turned it on "let's do this thing."

"Finally" Stan looked at Steve "so what about those fans?"

"I told Steve to adjust the air conditioning" Steve lied seeing Bo's wink "give it a few minutes."

Now Steve's foot was in it; he was a complete accessory to whatever might happen. And that camera was the noose around his neck. But seeing the expression on Bo's face and this Stan kid looking so eager to dive into the deep end of a pool he could not imagine anything actually bad happen. Nothing like the previous night when he and Jim and Bo actually did full-tilt sex right there on that bench. Tonight had to be different, yet watching everything unfold glued Steve to the upcoming events like this was the Super Bowl. And knowing this kid was probably related to Larry only made it even more dangerous. And Steve was developing a runaway addiction to danger of late. On some impossible level Steve was trusting Bo not to get them both into something Steve and his friends down at the station could not repair. Hell, Steve was shitting a brick just thinking of Larry getting wind of this. Even though Steve was developing a strong hunch Larry had less objections to guy sex then he did. He almost wished Larry were here so Bo could do his mind-reading stunt on him.

Stan grabbed his duffel bag and looked around "so I guess there's like a locker room like a changing room somewhere?"

"Right here is fine my man" Bo went over to his table and kicked off his street shoes and socks and looked around for his gym shoes.

"No like seriously" the camcorder taking on a huge presence "like I gotta y'know... change!"

"You brought work-out gear, right?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, in here" shaking the bag like that would fix the problem.

"Hey we're all guys here okay?"

"Not sure you really want me putting on a show is all" nodding at the camera, sweat beading his wide forehead.

"Stan my man..." Bo's drawl was like honey in the trap "if y'sayin ya scared of a little camera well..." concentrating on his shoes "you man enough to play with the big dawgs, you man enough to maybe show some dick, pardon my french."

"What?!?!?!" Stan knew Bo was calling his bluff, something nobody dared. He had a list of guys from the fourth grade on up who did that and really regretted it. This huge black musclehead was nothing like that but still, maybe with that Stu guy on his side maybe the two could gang up on Bo and bring the big bull down a notch or two.

"I'm just saying you wanna hang with the men or not?" Bo shrugged, like everything was not hanging in the balance.

"Why me? I don't see you two in a big hurry to drop trou for the camera."

"Maybe because we had the sense to change first" Steve tried to make a joke but it backfired. He saw Stan pick up the bag like he was ready to leave. But he made no steps towards the door.

"And maybe..." Steve tried to imitate Bo's honey drawl "there's your penalty to make someone do if they – "

"Don't be putting dirty ideas in the kid's mind" Bo hummed, but underlining that word, kid.

"I tell ya I ain't no kid!" Stan dropped the bag, glaring at the camera "I guess there're worse things, maybe."

"Much more worse things t'make a guy do against his will..." Bo curled his lip, every other muscle frozen.

"Shit" Stan looked at the camera "don't think I ain't gonna make someone pay for this."

"I'm counting on it" Bo nodded at Steve.

Stan was afraid the two would start taunting vile catcalls once he started peeling off his clothes. But the only one watching him was that huge shiny lens. And the big bare-chested Stu guy who was pretending he was not stealing looks now and again but Stan had a hunch the dude was perving on the show more than he expected a big football player like that to be doing. Never in a million years did Stan expect to find guys a tenth of the size of these two to be here with him tonight. He was playing in the big leagues now and boy did that swell his head. His head, yeah right, he chuckled to himself.

Steve tried not to look as Stan faced the camera and slowly unbuttoned his sleeveless shirt. The kid was not ripped by any definition of the word, but his thick arms filled out the torn openings enough to justify the muscle-shirt look. And he had the hairiest thickest forearms he had ever seen on a kid that age. Stan pulled the sweaty shirt free of his shorts, displaying a wide barrel chest with a narrow but thick patch of hair between his two fleshy pecs. The trail of hair running down his full belly looked like it would lead to a thick dark forest below the belt he was struggling with. He kicked out of his shoes at the same time dropping and stepping out of his wrinkly shorts.

"Y'happy?" he taunted Steve, pointing to his dirty ragged boxers, expecting a snide cutting remark from Steve about his outdated well-worn underwear. Instead Steve just gave him a thumbs up and a nod, still trying to look impatient and bored "wasn't expecting to do a strip show tonight, okay?"

"Loose the shorts my man" Stan heard from only a few feet behind him. Damn, was the big muscle guy going to jump him? Before anything happened Stan dropped the boxers and stood there a moment.

"Whooeeey" he heard whistled behind him "you sure as fuck ain't no kid" and before he heard Steve join in, Stan was in his jock and running shorts fast.

Steve's jaw almost hit the floor when Stan's boxers came down. The kid had the thickest forest of pubes he ever saw even on an adult, but even that did little to conceal the seven-plus inch uncut dick hanging down and almost hiding his hairy nuts. And thick? Steve knew the kid would give him a run for the money in the thickness department. Where the fuck did Bo find this kid? But that caused a whole lot of suspicions to logjam Steve's already revving brain. A pattern started to form, and the dots connected to form a picture of big thick uncut dicks.

Stan turned to see Bo behind him, facing away from him and adjusting the barbell in the Smith machine. So Bo was not about to jump his naked bod? Stan threw on his gym shoes to keep from worrying even more about this really strange situation he had catapulted himself into.

"I'm thinkin we start with chest presses" Bo started loading plates.

"I wanna start on arms" Stan was all about digging himself out of the hole he felt himself in "unless – "

"Newbie here gets t'pick the first three exercises I'm thinkin" Bo looked at Steve "y'got any objections?"

"Fine, we're good. Let him pick them."

"And to show no hard feelings since he came up with this thing about penalties" Bo saw Steve hid the smirk, his own stone-face giving it away "maybe even let him pick the first three penalties, y'know, show the newbie there's no hard feelings. Okay my man" Bo stopped his actions "you go pick your weights."

"Finally!" Stan found his forty pound dumbbells and hefted them for balance "I'm doing three sets of ten."

"I'm thinking" Bo picked out his weights "three of fifteen."

"Unless you want to do the forty-fives?" Steve was getting into the spirit. He picked up the forty-five pound dumbbells to make his point.

"You're doing three sets of fifteen with those!" Stan bark out "and you! I wanna see three – no four! – sets with the fifties!" Bo looked shocked but complied with the command.

"Seems Stan the Man is getting on the right page. Okay my man you first!"

Stan picked up the weights and started doing biceps curls with them, alternating left and right arms. The first set of fifteen went smoothly. When it came Steve's turn, he made a big show of struggling but did his fifteen before Stan got suspicious. Bo's turn came and went as well with minor token struggling.

The second set went the same, but both could see Stan was not used to a full set of fifteen so quickly in succession. Bo made a note of that when Stan called for a break before started the third set. Bo vetoed it, hoping Stan did not mess up. That would spoil and evening's array of traps for him. Needless to say Stan almost did not make the fourteenth and the fifteenth was sloppy enough to be questionable. Steve's turn came and went with no major problems. When it was Bo's turn, Steve could tell he was up to no good. Bo made it to twelve but he barely made thirteen on his left side. When he was finished he only had thirteen and fourteen on his right side. He dropped the weights to the floor with a show of disgust.

"Damn Bo!" Steve groaned "what happened? I know you're stronger than that!"

"Fuck, guess I didn't warm up or shit."

"So guess it's time for you to drop and do ten, Big Bo!" Steve growled as deeply as he could.

"Hey I thought I get to pick the penalty!" Stan was overheating again "ain't that right?"

"Unless you the one dropping the weight."

"Like Big Bo just did?" Stan's eyes narrowed "so do I or not."

"Let him go ahead" Bo shrugged "how bad a penalty could the newbie come up with?"

"Okay okay oKAY!" yeah Stan was hyperventilating "you were so eager t'see me drop trou, now it's your turn! Let's see how you like it!"

Bo looked at Steve like it was his fault "you put him up to this?"

"Huh?"

"Y'know I don't like to do anything embarrassing, especially" nodding at the camcorder "in front of that!"

"But it was okay when I did it huh?"

"That's different" Bo looked pissed "you don't got issues about baring flesh in front of... shit... well anybody!"

"Tough, suck it up big guy! That's your penalty! Lose the clothes. Now!" Stan was almost foaming at the mouth.

"Guess y'gotta do it" Steve looked away "he's right y'know. It's hard doing stuff y'think is embarrassing, especially in front of other guys, y'know getting naked and knowing everyone's staring at you" knowing where this was going and almost happy to play the reluctant accomplice. They both did an excellent job of hiding their smirks.

"You're biting off more'n y'can chew, Stan the Man."

"We'll see" Stan stood tall and waved Bo to the position in front of the camcorder.

"Sure as hell not with that on!" Bo growled.

"Hey! I did it with the damn this recording, you sure as fuck are gonna too!"

"You sure like ordering people around don't ya!" Bo's hand went to the hem of his muscle t-shirt.

"Yeah maybe I do, come t'think about it" Stan gestured for Bo to hurry up "do it! Strip!"

Bo grumbled and cursed but took the spot indicated. When his shirt came off Stan could not help but whistle and make a grunt. This was so not the guy he was expecting to meet tonight. He expected another high-school kid – at worst a kid and his dad wanting to teach his son some "discipline", hearing about Stan's rep from the kids at school. But instead of some mouthy, skinny brat here was this huge powerlifter ten times Stan's size, this black giant looming over him! With his hairy football player bud there for... what? Contrast? Stu all hairy and white where Bo was smooth and black. White guy versus the black hercules? Stan rarely felt small and puny but compared to these two, especially this roomful of muscle stripping in front of him – for him! – Stan was so out of his depth, but what was even more brain-twisting confounding was these two were letting him call the shots! So when Bo actually turned his back to the camera and pulled his shorts down to his ankles, showing his thick shiny butt cheeks, Stan stopped breathing. He made a point of coming around and standing next to the camcorder, groaning, "All of it. Jock too" not actually believing it would happen. Bo tugged at the thick waistband of the jock glaring at Stan and was about to call it off when his fingers gave it another tug and to Stan's total amazement pulled it down to his ankles turning his head so his eyes never leaving Stan's "okay now turn around!" seeing Bo's reluctance. This was the moment of truth. Stan knew if he wussed out he would regret it and admit he was not man enough to play with these two huge dudes "do it! Now musclehead!" as Bo cursed and slowly displayed his profile to them both, his hands plastered over his crotch "keep going, full frontal!" Bo kept turning crouching forward "damnit! Hands on your head and stand up straight!"

Bo cursed and muttered as an ominous hush settled over the three. But after a good ten seconds Bo did as Stan ordered. Once his hands cleared his crotch, his thick uncut meat and low hangers were on full display.

"Holy shit! You're bigger'n – shit I mean – wow, you are fuckin... huge! Everywhere!"

"We finished here?" Bo tilted his head back keeping his eyes closed like now he was too mortified to look at Stan or the camcorder.

"Gimme a couple of flexes, like double biceps and shit!"

"That ain't part of the bargain!"

"Make it! I'll count it as my second penalty" Stan knew he was going to get beaten to a pulp any minute, might as well make it worth his while.

"If I didn't know better I say you think this is... y'know... hot..." Bo taunted him, his eyes still closed.

"Fuckin right it's hot" Stan shot a panicky look at Steve "in here! Hot in here! Thought you said the air was turned – "

"It is" Steve shrugged "from where I'm standing."

"Fuck..." turning his attention back to Bo "five minutes of posing! Now!" which is what Bo did after he swore and yelled his lungs raw. And there was Stan with the shaky hands, moving the camera to record every flex and pump. And damn but if Bo didn't start doing just that, as slow and methodical as an angered bull, flexing and posing and give the kid his money's worth. Bo didn't say anything but Steve could not help but notice Stan directed the camera to Bo's crotch more than was necessary, he thought.

"Okay okay, enough of this homo shit" Steve said, after four minutes went past "I came here to get in a work-out, not look at... elephant dick!"

"Yeah, yeah yeah, okay maybe you're right" Stan got nervous fast. Maybe he did go overboard, but having a naked hung bodybuilder at his command was an opportunity to come along maybe once in a lifetime and he was not going to piss it away, consequences be damned "so what now – "

"How about those chest presses?" Steve suggested.

"My triceps need working" Stan announced "unless you got a better idea" looking at Bo pulling up his jock "hey, I didn't say you could get dressed" pushing his luck on a hunch.

"You got your penalty and then some, y'ain't got shit t'complain about" Bo pulled up his shorts as well but the t-shirt left lying in the growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

"I still wanna do triceps" sounding almost like a whine.

"I got no problems with that" Steve made a point of picking up a fifty pound dumbbell "Bo?"

"I'm thinkin the kid – sorry the man here likes givin orders, is what it's lookin like."

"I just know what I like."

"Let's hope you do" Steve tested the weight "hope t'fuck y'do" shooting a look at Bo.

"I say fifty-five" Bo looked at Stan "y'agree?"

"Shit yeah" picking up his forty pound weight.

"I'm saying thirty-five" Bo looked at Steve for confirmation "huh?"

"Yeah, we don't want Stan here shooting his wad too early" chuckling at the irony, and enjoying the complete shock on his face.

"I uh er I mean I can handle it!"

"You're overruled! Tough fuckin luck!"

"Damn" seeing Bo's selection "okay but then you do the sixty-five instead!"

"Agreed" Steve almost chuckled.

They established the number per set and started. Stan tore through his like it was a big waste of time. Steve pretended to struggle but completed his. Bo made a point of struggling big time with his first set, setting Stan up for a big surprise. But it was Bo who was surprised and a bit annoyed when Steve ran out of steam on the last set and could not lift the dumbbell past his thick shoulders. Bo thought about blowing his set as well but suspected that might be too obvious at this point in the game.

"Shit, that's not good Stu-ball, not good" Stan was hoping for another penalty he had in mind for Bo, but would have to make the most of this complicating opportunity "and I still got one penalty left. Well well well, lemme think here" looking back and forth between the two "it's gotta be something nasty or what's the fun in it right?"

"Your last penalty, make it a good one... kid" Steve taunted him.

"Kid huh?" Stan was sweating buckets by that point but would rather die of heat before he'd strip again "I'll show you how much of a kid I am."

"Impress me" Steve folded his thick hairy arms in front of his huge chest.

"You were so cool before when Bo made me strip – like it was no big deal – like old news for you huh? Something you see everyday huh? No biggie huh? Well let's see how cool if I wanna see how you like when it's YOUR turn to show dick for the camera!"

"That's all? Shit I thought – " Steve started to see why Bo had him stay. He was there to play a combination ref and chaperone, pretending this was all old hat to keep the kid from freaking and running out the door. He had to figure out how this kid came to be here and what Bo's sinister motives really were. Because he still had the slim hunch Bo wanted to take the kid's cherry. So why Bo's sudden obsession with uncut dick unless...

"Okay to make it kinky, now I wanna see Bo here do the honors like" Stan knew they would never agree to that for a second. But just to see the look of horror on their two hetero faces would be payback enough. Then he could leave knowing he had the last laugh. He had made two straight guys – two straight adult jocks! – do impossible homo shit and lived to tell the tale!

"You wanna see what?" Bo came over and stood next to Steve, like that would help matters.

"You heard right. I wanna see Stu here buck ass naked! And you doing it for him! If there's something more embarrasssing than having to strip off in front of anyone, it's having somebody else do it, like you ain't got a choice, like you're forced t'do it. So do it!"

"Whose penalty is this?" Steve's neck muscles bulged "his or mine?"

"Yours."

"Fuck..." Bo went behind Steve and crouched down "it's not like I wanna do this..." until his face just about even with Steve's meaty ass. Steve felt the hot breath on his back and feared this was going to get bad fast. When he felt a slight swelling in his crotch he yelled,

"Wait, gimme a second. I gotta take a piss – "

"Tough! Hold it!" Stan was at the camcorder again, lining it up with Steve's midsection "keep going Bo. Pull'm down!"

Bo muttered and swore and made it look like he was ready to stop but his hands lifted up after a minute of stare-down and then went to Steve's waistband right at that crease between belly and hipbone. When he felt Steve's surprised shudder and nervous hip flex Bo knew he had the right spot. If Stan had been paying attention and not sweating bullets, he would have noticed Bo's palms pressing hard into Steve's groin as he slid the front of the shorts down and hook them underneath Steve's full bulge. His hands then slid the back of the shorts down past Steve's thick glutes, bringing the back of Steve's white briefs down as well until a small section of the white material slid to Steve's pubes, even showing the stem of his thickening cock. Before it became too obvious – before Steve's grunts of protest became too loud – Bo shoved the shorts down to the floor, leaving Steve's front barely covered. But the little game was having its desired effect. When Bo rolled the front of the briefs into a narrow band, tugging them up and down, rubbing Steve's cockhead trapped in the tented front, Stan gulped and gaped. Bo watched Stan's reaction closely, knowing the next few seconds would be the turning point. So when Bo finally pulled the briefs down past his knees, Steve's uncut meat was well on the way to full unmistakable boning. They waited for Stan's snide comments, but only heard a loud gulp.

"Uh oh okay okay, uh okay... wow" more breath than word.

"Okay you're outa penalties, we clear on that?" Steve stepped away from Bo fast and yanked up his briefs and shorts, but the damage was done. He waited for Stan to say something but the kid was almost not breathing.

"Shit..." was the best he could do.

"Now we get some military presses in" Bo glanced back at Stan "unless you got any objections?"

"Uh oh uh uh... n-n-no..." he managed.

"So what weight y'want?"

"Uh uh... what?"

"I asked ya how much?" Bo loaded a set of four plates, knowing it was too much.

"Half that" Stan sputtered out.

"That's only ninety" Steve adjusted his cock inside his shorts, seeing Stan's eyes dart to the movement "another ten. Bo?"

"Nah, another five. There's your hundred."

"Fuck" but Stan took his spot lying on the bench, looking up at the two hulks looming over him. He squeezed his eyes shut and somehow got out ten as they had agreed.

When it was Steve's turn he loaded his four plates, but Bo and Stan added another twenty. Steve was still sore from the night before but this was his meat and potatoes. He completed all ten but when he was finished the bench was covered with his sweat.

Bo's load was another plate, total three on each side. Stan wanted to add more but Steve vetoed him. Bo did his ten and when he finished the bench was shiny with the sweat of both of them now.

Stan made a grimace but when the back of his shirt soaked up their sweat he tried not to let it make his cock swell. He was almost too distracted to keep count but Bo counted his ten for him.

Then it came time for the third set and Stan was in deep trouble. He was lifting close to his record and pure guts would have worked but when he got to eight he made the mistake of looking up and damn but if Bo was not scratching his nuts through the leg opening. If Steve had not been there to spot him, he would have let the bar slip and crash to his chest.

Before the implication had time to hit, Steve took his turn like nothing happened. To his horror, Steve also defaulted at number nine, seeing the relief in Stan's face. When it came Bo's turn, Steve almost expected him to blow it again, just to make things worse. But the powerlifter tore through his weights like his thick arms and chest were not even straining. He racked the weights and slid to a sitting position,

"Well what have we here. Looks t'me like we got two of you both messed up on me, it how I see it."

"But but..." from Stan.

"He forfeited first, mine don't count!" from Steve.

"You BOTH forfeited" Bo let out the lowest dirtiest chuckle "so there's nobody left but me to call the penalty. That right?"

"Damn, this is not what I was expecting!"

"And just what were you expecting?" Steve asked as casually as he could muster under the circumstances.

"I dunno..."

"Well now we got ourselves a kinda dilemna here..." Bo scratched his big jaw "just what can I make you two do that's equally embarrassing to both of you, equal like. Hmmm..."

"C'mon Bo, cut me some slack here..." Steve looked around for something to distract Bo.

"Well I ain't the brightest star in the evening sky" Bo looked at Stan "but I'm reckoning Stan the Man here really enjoyed the show before, am I right?"

"I didn't like... y'know... like ENJOY enjoy it... y'know..."

"Somethin about watchin a guy getting stripped down to his shorthairs, kinda nasty ain't it? Okay, I got me an idea..." he went over to a drawer and found a bottle of baby oil "this oughta do the trick here."

"C'mon Bo!" Steve feared the worst.

"Quit your bellyachin Stu-ball. What old Bo has in mind is five minutes, shit make it ten, of your two shining each other so I can shave in my reflection in your asses, got it?"

"You want us what?"

"You heard me my man" Bo tossed the bottle at Stan "let's see you two give each other a real good polishing. Starting... NOW!"

"I don't know if I can do this..." Stan looked at Steve like it suddenly dawned on him he had to touch that huge guy. All over.

"We ain't got much of a choice here" Steve took the bottle from him and poured some into his palm "I'll go first, let you get used to what I'm thinkin Bo here has in mind."

"No, I want you two doin it same time, we clear on that?" Bo went to back of room and returned with, of all things, a director's chair! He unfolded it next to the camcorder, squeezed his thick frame into the seat and folded his arms like this was his show "let's get movin here!"

"I d-d-don't think I can d-do this..." Stan sputtered but Steve's oiled hand was already beneath the front of his t-shirt, rubbing the lotion into that mat of hair between those two thick pecs.

"Do my chest Stan" Steve pushed the bottle into Stan's shaking hand and almost had to force it to make contact with his hairy chest "I ain't gonna break, rub hard! Harder!" forcing Stan to do more than barely graze him with his fingertips "like this!" Steve yanked Stan's shirt past his nipples and when he lifted his arms, completely off. Steve's fingers rubbed hard into Stan's nipples feeling them turn into hard nubs beneath his greasy fingers. It took several reminders to get Stan to return the favor, but once Stan felt Steve respond, his rubbing became more confident "yeah like that, that feels real good. You're a natural."

"Stu, do his back now" Bo rested one big palm on his crotch "and I mean all of his back."

Steve got behind Stan like Bo did to him before, turning him to face the camera. Steve's re-oiled hands ran up and down Stan's thick back until they came to the waistband. He heard a faint "no please" escape from Stan but whispered "let it happen, it's gonna one way or the other" as he pulled Stan's shorts and boxers all the way to the floor, exposing Stan once again to the Bo's intense stare. Except this time Bo could sit in his chair and run his eyes all over it, seeing it in the flesh, as it were. Stan tried to keep his hands in front of his crotch to cover the effect Steve's hands on his ass was having but when Bo ordered him to step out of his clothes, Stan knew this was really not what he had bargained for. Once he was completely naked and his back was one huge oilslick, Bo ordered them to face each other and do each other's fronts. Bo enjoyed watching Stan's shaking hands push down Steve's shorts and briefs, not surprised he was completely hard. Seeing that, Stan was so shocked he gave up his own battle, and resigned to letting his thick prong come to life. And having Steve's greased hand slowly jacking him made his cock fill out like he never wanted. With some coaxing Stan started the messy job of rubbing the oil into all that hair on Steve's chest and stomach and with Steve's hands on his own balls and thighs, Stan's hands let themselves run down that big muscled belly down to his burning hot pubes and shooting nervous glances at Bo, it happened! He began to feel up Steve's cock as well.

"If that ain't the hottest thing these eyes have seen in a long time!" Bo slid out of his chair "and as much as I would like to watch that show of `brotherly love' for another ten minutes, I gotta say time for the next work out. Ste-I mean Stu, I'm thinkin you been a good sport about all this. I mean you didn't come here tonight expecting to be buck-ass nekkid and having some guy playing with your junk I'm imaginin – "

"Sure as fuck not!" Steve lied.

"So why don't you be pickin the next exercise."

"I can't think of anything right now."

"I know" Stan looked around for something to put on, but he was greased head to toe.

"Thinkin putting clothes back on ain't the smartest idea" Bo saw Stan reach for his boxers "getting those all greasy and dirty, gonna be hard to explain at home, I'm thinkin."

"Well I gotta wear something!"

"Or not" Steve chimed in "you were complaining how hot it was in here. Bo won't mind if you stay like that?"

"Naked? All night?"

"Up t'you."

"There's gotta be something around here I can wear instead" and Stan went to the back of the room and started opening drawers. It wasn't like Bo jumped up trying to stop him. But when Steve heard "holy fuck!" he knew he had to go over and pull him away.

"Just what the hell are all those..."

"Doesn't concern you... Stan. Some of those are private..." almost laughing saying that standing naked and hard to an equally naked and almost as hard eighteen year old kid, whose eyes were bugging out of his head, his jaw half-way to his knees. Steve opened one of the cabinets and handed Stan a jockstrap, probably two sizes too big. Stan put it on, but the damage was done. Pandora's box was sprung wide open "so what did you decide about what we're doing?"

"What?" almost holding up the sagging jockstrap with one hand.

"I'm thinkin pull-ups" Bo decided for him.

"From what?" looking around for a bar high enough.

"Lemme see what we got here" Bo went to another drawer and returned with a metal bar, its central ring already had several lengths of leather straps hanging from it. With Steve's help he got the strap looped through that same ring in the ceiling as he and Jim had the night before. Stan whistled and looked around the room, several pieces of equipment coming into focus. Or maybe because he was looking at them differently. His fevered brain was already thinking of things, evil vindictive things. Slowly but surely it was getting through his thick skull both these guys were here for something other than, something MORE than just normal, rated-g exercises.

"Okay you first" Bo barked "how many y'think y'can do?"

"Five."

"Six" Bo barked back. Steve nodded stepping into his running shorts, ignoring Bo's look.

"Fine but me first!" Stan jumped up and grabbed the bar. Before it started swinging too much he pulled himself up and completed all six. He hated pull-ups, his gut hated pull-ups, his brother hated pull-ups even more. Which is why the bruiser taught him some tricks.

"Five" Steve announced.

"No! Seven" Stan barked and Bo smiled and nodded. Steve had the upper body strength but it was not his idea of fun to lift all his two fifty-plus against unforgiving gravity. He had a clear memory of last night when he completed his seven but sweat was mixing with the oil running down his hairy body when he finished, his greasy grip going to be his undoing.

Bo took his spot announcing "five."

"NO! Ten!" Stan almost screamed.

"Eight" Steve counted, knowing Bo had the same issue of dead weight he did "no more."

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Fuck, okay eight!" which is what Bo did, his shorts stretched and clinging to his muscle ass and thick thighs not more than two feet from Stan's panting mouth.

The second set was harder than the first for all of them, but somehow they all managed to complete their numbers. When it came time for Stan's final set he knew he could do his six and was sailing past four and five when someone grabbed the loose jock and yanked it down as he went up for the last one. He yelled but somehow managed to muscle himself all the way up, the jock around his ankles.

"What the fuck!"

"Sorry..." Bo chuckled "but sometimes gravity's a bitch y'know."

"You the one gonna be sorry!"

"Countin on it" Bo nodded as Steve's turn came and went without incident. Perhaps because each one was daring the other to do something. When it came Bo's turn, Steve was not surprised Stan returned the favor on Bo, but the shorts never made it past Bo's meaty ass before he lost his grip and crashed to the floor.

"That's cheatin!"

"And you weren't?"

"Stu?" Bo looked to his ally.

"Sorry Bo, Stan's right" smirking as Stan pumped the air with both fists, ignoring the jock sliding down his thighs all over again.

"Gravity's a bitch, ain't it?" Stan mocked, tugging it back up "while I'm thinking of something appropriate, I GOTTA get me something better to wear" and back to those forbidden drawers he went. In the fourth drawer he found something he had only read about; he never dreamed he would be wearing such a thing in real life. He pulled down the baggy jock and put on a leather replacement. He could not resist running his fingers over the metal studs thinking: wow, now I am a total package pornstar stud! He returned to the two with his other find: a leather paddle.

"Okay it's time for bad boys to get their punishment!" he announced to a bored looking Bo. Steve took his seat on the bench, his hands in his sweaty lap.

"Looks like somebody's been going through things don't belong t'him" Bo raised his chin defiantly.

"You gonna regret pulling down my jock!"

"Looks like you enjoy wearing that improvement thee anyway!"

"You may be big and muscled and everything but..." Stan was almost pissed "let's see how tough you really are. Reach up and grab the bars" which Bo did like it was nothing "okay let's see how tough you really are! Stu get your ass over here! I want you to count off! I ain't gonna tell you how many but if you don't hang there for the full count, I get to pick the next penalty. Keep hanging there!"

While Bo hung from the bar, slowly swaying forward and backward, Stan found a paper and pencil and wrote down a number. He slowly returned to the helpless Bo and before anyone could react, he yanked Bo's shorts past his glutes, his thick muscled globes framed by the straps of his jock.

"Okay count off!" swinging the leather strap hard against Bo's exposed flesh.

"Not so hard!" Steve yelled.

"Count!"

"Okay one!" and again Stan swung the leather paddle with a full backswing.

"Two!" Steve winced.

"Three!" as it landed at the tender cleft below Bo's cheeks. Stan reached forward and pulled the shorts down all the way to Bo's ankles.

"Four!" as he made contact with Bo's thick thighs. Bo did not expect that and almost lost his grip.

"Five" landed against the thick lower back right above his asscrack.

"Six" went back to those huge twin globes. By then Stan's other hand was cupping his leather pouch, giving it a rub with each hard slap.

"Seven" Steve dared not look down at himself, fearing this was turning him on in spite of Stan's obvious sadistic intensity. He threw on his shorts hoping to hide his telltale boner but started to realize Stan's glances were more towards Bo than his arousal.

"Eight" and Bo's grip failed and he landed on his feet then buckled to his knees and fell forward, his ass pointing up at Stan's focused gaze.

"Damn!" Stan grunted "not enough, not enough man. Shit I was hoping you would take all twenty!"

"Twenty!" Steve flew to his feet "what the fuck kinda sadist bastard – "

"Yeah, I'm one sick muthah" Stan glared "you thought I was some innocent little punk kid huh? I can give you a REAL long list of guys who got a better idea what happens when I get pissed."

"Okay okay we believe you Stan" Steve went to help Bo up. He thought to himself, damn Bo looked really hurt.

"I ain't really hurt" Bo echoed "but y'better know two can play at that game and y'better pray I ain't the one with the paddle next time, y'hearin me?" he bellowed. He reached down and pulled his shorts back up, glancing at Steve's tent.

"How come I'm the one twiddling my thumbs here?" Steve shifted the attention.

"Okay then you pick the next exercise."

"Damn, I don't know... situps."

"That's lame!" Stan added.

"Not the way we do them around here" Steve went over and cleared the bar from the bench. He went through the drawers until he found that same set of wrestling headgear. He had a ten-pound weight attached to the straps before Stan figured it out.

"Man, that's wicked!"

"Then you can go first again. How many?"

"I dunno... ten?"

"Ten" Steve smirked "but we add five pounds every time."

"You're shitting!"

"I ain't" looking at Bo "okay?"

"Let's do this thing."

"Me first!" Stan was in a hurry to his own funeral it seemed. But once he got the gear in place he figured out what muscles to use to lift his head off the bench and lean forward until the weight hit him in the back. He counted his ten silently, really proud of himself when he was finished.

Steve took his turn, easily doing his ten with the little weight. He remembered how he tricked Jimbo into this stunt and hoped it would work as well to trip up this Stan guy. When he was finished he handed the headgear to Bo who took it with a confused expression on his face.

"It's easy, I'll help you" and Steve straddled Bo's huge thighs keeping him from lifting off the bench. Bo struggled at first but by the tenth got the hang of it.

"No fair, that's cheating!" Stan argued. Steve hated to count the number of times he heard that.

"Okay I'll spot you too" which is what he did, but not before Bo added the extra weight. Stan did not know if he could have done it without Steve bracing him. All he knew was when he finished, his neck muscles were hurting almost as much as his stomach muscles. But having that sweaty hairy hot body straddle him was something new and something he was going to repeat one way or another. So when Steve's turn came, Stan was reluctantly eager to switch places, except Stan somehow kept sliding forward each time until by the time Steve finished, Stan was grinding his bare ass against Steve's thinly covered junk. And it looked like Steve was liking it almost as much as he did. Damn, he thought, I got me a pair or real red-blooded muscle dudes who get off on guy shit. Light-bulb moment for Stan! And all his secret fantasies came rushing to the front of his brain! And for once – if IF he played his cards right – he would not be the one on the receiving end for a change. Man, talk about payback for all those years of abuse from... He was happier than shit and had to see how far he could push this before anyone figured out what Stan was really all about and freaked out at the little sick pervert he really was buried deep down beneath the bully exterior. He knew it would be a real challenge, but he had a busload of tricks up his sleeve, must of them involving some form of torture! No one would suspect a kid like him of anything half as nasty! And that was the ace up his sleeve.

Bo's turn came and went with the big guy getting the hang of it. But round three always seemed to separate the men from the boys. At first Stan did not think he could handle the additional weight. He thought his neck would break but by sheer determination, and a great deal of pent-up frustration, completed his ten. As expected Steve aced his own suggestion. Bo's turn came and it looked like all three might have to go into overtime or some shit. But Bo stalled at number eight, and only finished number nine with Steve grabbing his shoulders.

"Don't be sayin it!" Bo yanked off the headgear "so what your nasty brain come up with, cause I know you been working on something for a good long time. So what's it gonna be?" Bo locked eyes with Stan.

"Well I been thinking..."

"Dangerous in somebody your age" Steve laughed.

"I'm thinking we need to show Stu here our appreciation of coming up with such a new and kinky way to do lame-o situps, right?"

"What appreciation?" Bo looked at them both.

"First" Stan went to the camcorder and plugged in a fresh tape "I don't want this moment to be forgotten. What I'm thinkin is..." Stan knew there was a good chance the two would jump him and pound the shit outa him, so he positioned himself within reach of his clothes with a clear exit route "big Bo here needs to show his gratitude to Stu here in the best way he can. And I'd be blind not to notice Big Stu been horned up all night, no don't gotta say shit, your dick is talking for you. I'm guessing you came here tonight expecting to get your rocks off one way of the other – no y'don't gotta pretend okay? I'm thinkin for Bo's penalty let's help out this horndog how about yeah... a real... friendly... blowjob" he blurted out, already reaching for his clothes.

"That's it?" came from Bo, who had to repeat it several times before Stan realized he was not going to get beat up "that's all?" Stan dropped his bag in total shock.

"You telling me you'd actually do that? You'd let another guy put his nasty dick in your mouth?" talk about major back-fire!

"Not voluntarily" Bo looked at the two "but if I'm forced..." and there it was. Bo was putting his cards on the table, expecting Stan to do the same. Steve stood there dodging the duel as best he could. But somehow his returning erection the center of the bullesye.

"Forced huh? Okay Bo then y'ain't gonna like this any more. I'm also thinkin" Stan decided to go for broke now. If this big powerlifter was gonna actually suck on another guy, why not make it a really really nasty sight. He inched away from his clothes and went back to what he found in one of the drawers "and while you're blowing Stu – blowing Stu on camera remember? You wearing these!" holding up a pair of handcuffs!

"That's too much!" from Steve instead.

"Turn around!" Stan came over to Bo expecting Steve to step in when it came to the inevitable fistfight.

"You better start worrying!" Bo dropped to one knee and just like that put his thick arms behind his back. Luckily the cuffs were designed with a good seven inch spread between the wrists otherwise they would have never fit. Steve recognized them immediately as custom cuffs, designed for... for Bo! Of course! Steve came to realize this whole room was not designed for Bo to abuse his partners; it was the exact opposite! He replayed the prior night with Jim and him taking turns punishing and pumping loads in Bo's all too willing ass and lightbulb moment as a major puzzle piece fell into place.

"Hope there are keys for those" Steve watched Stan snap them into place.

"Y'gonna haveta force me t'tell ya where, right Stan?" Bo twisted and stretched but all that happened was his shoulders and arms flexed like crazy.

"Okay Bo stand up a second."

"Why?"

"Cause for this you don't need these anymore" tugging at Bo's shorts "you too Stu!" tugging at Bo's shorts. With his arms pinned behind him all he could do was struggle and twist, but Stan was relentless now. He had them down around Bo's ankles in maybe twenty seconds. Stan's eyes were all over Bo's enormous equipment then he looked at Steve "no, I changed my mind."

"Huh?"

"I wanna see Bo here pull them off."

"I got my hands tied remember?"

"Ain't it a bitch, huh Bo? Guess y'gotta get creative."

"He wants to see you use your mouth, right Stan?" Steve took a step forward until his tent was poking Bo in the forehead. As soon as Stan had the camera where he thought would do the most damage he grabbed Bo's ears and started forcing his face into Steve's crotch.

"Go on y'big lug! Let's see you really do this! Let's see you eat meat!"

Bo twisted and swore but all it served to do was rub his face back and forth across Steve's greasy shorts front. By the time his teeth got a grip on Steve's waistband and yanked down the front, Steve no longer needed to worry about hiding his bright red hardon. Steve turned sideways so Bo could tug the back down past his hard glutes with his teeth and his eyes caught Stan pulling a shoelace from his gymshoes.

"Better not be for me kid!"

"You wish!" Stan crouched down and before Bo could react, Steve turned forward and shoved his cock into Bo's face at the same time Stan's hand pulled Bo's eight inches of black sausage upwards and with an evil glint in his eye started to pull the foreskin backwards, exposing the purplish head. Bo groaned and writhed but at that moment his main concern was a hard cock forcing its way between his lips as Steve inched his hips forward, his own foreskin sliding backwards as Bo's mouth opened and several inches went into that gagging throat. Just then Stan rammed the plastic end of the lace into Bo's piss-slit and Steve's cock keeping him from bellowing his protest. But Stan was just warming up! He wrapped the lace around Bo's cock right behind the crown tight enough to make it bulge and then pulled the foreskin forward over the tourniquet before Bo began to harden. When he had a good inch of overhang from the foreskin he wrapped the rest of the shoelace around the extra skin trapping Bo's cock in the tight painful package. Bo groaned and flexed but Steve's hands on his ears kept him pinned on his slowly thrusting cock "fuck fuck yeah fuck him good!" Stan's leather cup was sticking out, one ball already breaking free where he kept rubbing himself "dude sucking a dude! I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it!" and back to the drawer he lept.

"NO!" Steve yelled when he saw what Stan held when he rejoined them.

"Shut up!" Stan barked "ain't for you!" but Bo saw it out of the corner of his eye. He coughed his protests but Steve's dick muffled most of it.

"I guess I gotta figure out what this is for?" producing a large thick buttplug.

"No way!" but it was Steve protesting "that's not for a kid like you t'be – "

"He ain't no kid" Bo pulled off that slab of cock gasping for air "is what I'm learnin" Bo struggled when Stan's other hand started tugging on his tightly bound foreskin "you got the foggiest idea what that is for?"

"No I don't have a fuckin clue" Stan smirked "I'm just a kid, remember?"

"Thinkin y'know OW!" his cock yanked hard again "yeah real fuckin little sadist we got OW! Yeah y'know exactly what this is" Bo squeezed his eyes shut with the pain and anticipation of more"damnit that hurts! Damnit Stan if this goes down, if you get to do what I'm thinking with that, that was NOT part of the penalty! then you are adult enough to play the rest of our games here. You do that and OW! fuck that hurts! You better be man enough for what happens you decide! You know what this place is about I'm thinkin."

"Yeah, those drawers were a real education."

"So here's the line in the sand Stan the Man. You use that and it's gonna get totally real. You man enough for the real?" almost spitting the words into Stan's face "or you just play dress up" nodding at Stan's studded pouch "or you run home to your momma?"

"C'mon Bo, no more after this" Steve didn't mind the idea of Bo on his knees blowing him, but he could tell the kid was in way over his head.

"Yeah, you shoot your load and run, fuck Stu I got your number" Stan would not leave if the building caught on fire "but I'm in! Okay? Now let's see you two finish this show, fifteen minutes of the Bo Show got it?"

"Then you stayin?" from Steve and Bo both.

"I'm staying!"

"Your funeral" Bo opened his mouth expecting Steve to gag him hard now.

"And I think it'd be hot if Stu there had his hands behind his back too, y'know?"

"Like a prisoner like?" Steve's eyes glanced at the bar still hanging from the ceiling.

"Yeah hot!" seeing where he was looking "how about more rope? Or... yeah leather looks nastier, right?" Stu went to the drawer and got several lengths of leather straps "okay, this just keeps getting better" securing Steve's hands behind him, and looping it up to that hook. Not enough to be painful, but enough so Steve could not stop him from what was coming next.

"I dunno about this..." Steve got the idea as soon as Stan picked up the buttplug again. Luckily the kid knew enough to grease it up good with their oil from before.

"Just to make it look good for that" pointing to the camera "got it?"

"Maybe... I dunno about this" Steve flexed his arms behind his back. It was not enough to make him uncomfortable but he was very aware it would take a bit of work to free himself if Stan really did what it looked like he was planning.

"Yeah, fuckin hot like that..." Stan did not bother hiding the fact he was groping himself "big fuckin football player naked and sweaty, big fuckin hairy chest sticking out like that, tied up and cannot stop anybody sucking him OFF!" and just like that Stan was running his hands all up and down Steve's belly and playing with his nipples, giving them a pinch hard enough to get a reaction "yeah y'like that don't ya? Before when we were rubbing each other to get Bo all horny – that was it wasn't it, so you could perv on us jacking each other don't deny it – and as soon as I started this" rubbing Steve's nipples again and again "your dick sure as fuck liked it. Man! Look at that club go!" grabbing Steve hard right behind the wet cockhead. It suddenly dawned on him how that looked and he returned it to the waiting mouth, rubbing himself harder watching Bo go to town on Steve's meat "and speaking of..." pulling his hand away from Steve's hairy chest "didn't think I was forgetting about you, Big Bo or this?"

"Damnit! That better be good and greased if..."

"If what Stu?" Stan returned to fondling himself, an evil grin on his face as he tugged again and again at that shoelace "where d'ya think I'm gonna put this?"

"Up OW! my OW! ass OW damnit!" Bo pulled off the cock, more and more out of breath.

"What?" Stan pretended shock "what you say? You can't fit that in someone's ass. I don't believe a word, you're shitting me!"

"You knew when you pulled it outa the drawer..." Steve grunted, knowing he was starting to respond to all this in spite of himself. If he had to get a blowjob this was not the most comfortable position, but that was exactly what that Stan bully had in mind. Pain and pleasure mixed together so he could prove... what?

"Still don't believe you. Stu you really think something like this" finishing the greasing "can go up his ass?"

"Never!" Steve lied.

"Me neither. I'm gonna have to show you it... don't... fit..." lowering his voice knowing how threatening he could sound "but it makes you all hot watching this, don't it?" Stan set the thick plug on its end and decided it was time to bring the camcorder in for a close-up. He wanted it to be right there when he shoved that monster, looking thicker than a beer bottle at its narrowest point, between Bo's puckered ass cheeks "y'wanna see this don't ya? Ya wanna blow your load when this big fuckin musclehead get plugged, admit it" pushing Steve backwards, his cock shiny and iron-hard. Stan held it between Bo's mouth and Steve's crotch for comparison "and lose your nut when this rips his hole wide open right?" he swung it in front of his own crotch, seeing Steve's eyes widen in shock "okay Bo swallow the sausage and get ready for a mouthful of nasty jizz" Stan knocked Bo's knees further apart guiding his shoulder forward, his hands on either side of Bo's muscled jaw "okay lean backwards, now!"

Bo twisted and bucked as best he could but in the final outcome Stan forced his mouth back and forth on that spongy swollen head. With Bo gagging and spasming Stu reached behind him and grabbed the greasy plug.

"Okay Stu watch this! I'm gonna prove this ain't gonna fit!" Stan knelt between Bo's legs holding the plug in front of his leather covered crotch. He looked down as the pointed end found Bo's shithole, puckered and exposed between those spread cheeks, a purple wrinkle just asking for it. Stan leaned forward and using his hip muscles he started a slow rapid jackhammering against Bo's hole, each time a bit more of the tapered end slipping into Bo's stretching ring. Reaching around Bo's hip, Stan grabbed that tightly bound cock and yanked it backwards, at the same time giving his hips a shove and stared in total amazement as the widest part inched forward and embedded itself deep in Bo's muscle ass. Bo gave out a gigantic bellow and rocked forward onto Steve's cock, trapped between the two of them, then back and forth with each lunge but that only shoved more and more of Steve's cock down his throat "well fuck..." Stan struggled to his feet "damn, I was wrong! That fuckin plug does fit in a guy's shithole!"

Back and forth Bo rocked on Steve's cock as Stan moved the camera back to take in the full image, the damage done. Bo was sweating and retching with each thrust, all his muscles shaking with the agony and probably the humiliation. On and on it went until it looked like Steve was starting to get close to blowing his load. Stan yelled,

"Okay changed my mind, fun time if over" looking at Bo "man I am so fuckin glad we got the camera for this because I never in a million years thought I be seeing anything even CLOSE to this!" and he was yanking Steve's front away from Bo's mouth fast.

Bo knelt there, his ass quivering with the discomfort, tears running down his face, drool pouring down his chin. Stan helped Bo struggle to his feet but made no effect to remove either the plug or the shoelace. He led him to the padded table and draped him on his side.

"Hey Stan I'm still hanging here!"

"Yeah, ain't it a bitch huh?"

"Unhook me already."

"Make me!"

"C'mon you had your fun already."

"Maybe, maybe not" ignoring the camera Stan went over and started squeezing his nipples hard enough for Steve to gasp "so Stu, mister straight football player, it sure as fuck looks like y'really getting into this kinky-ass gay shit ain't ya?"

"Fuck you."

"You'd like that wouldn't ya?" Stan brought his knee up and jammed it into Steve's balls hard enough for him to let out a loud yell "bet you'd like nothing better than to shove this" kneeing his cock hard "into my asshole next, ain't that right?"

"In your dreams punk!" and Steve got another knee jammed into him for his effort "Oww!"

"Big fuckin tough football stud ain't such a big man now are ya?"

"Untie me and we'll see who's beggin next."

"All tied up" Stan's hand went to work on Steve's balls, yanking and twisting until Steve gave a high yelp "and cannot defend himself from the punk kid huh?" using his other hand to twist and yank on Steve's foreskin, squeezing it tight, twisting his two hands in opposite directions "yeah, I know all about how to destroy a dude's skin yeah, you saw what I did to big Bo over there, didn't ya? And this big honker got even bigger watching that, don't think I didn't notice! Yeah big fucking hunk all boned and horny for kinky sex shit" almost shoving the end of his pinky finger into the piss slit. Steve let out a deafening cry.

"All right, you had your turn!" Bo shouted from the table "leave him be! That's enough!"

"Like you in a position to stop me" Stan's hands went back to work on Steve's foreskin.

"Uh uh okay okay ouch! Enough!" and just like that Steve yanked his hands free of the restraints and grabbed Stan fast, putting him in a half-nelson, his cop training automatic "your turn! Is! Over! Got it?" wrestling him to the floor.

"Okay okay okay, lemme up!"

"Go get those cuffs off Bo and that thing! outa him, you hearing me Stan?"

"Okay okay!" the bully suddenly reduced to a wimpering kid again. He went over to Bo and with Steve's help eased that huge plug free. While Steve tossed it into a towel and into the locker room Stan helped Bo to a standing position "Bo, sorry. Guess I got a little carried away."

"I was planning on it" Bo's lips twisted into the slightest grin "but we don't gotta be sharing our little secret with..." nodding at Steve returning "now do we?"

"So Bo, where's the key?"

"Guess we gotta figure out what t'do next!"

"Bo! The key!" from Steve.

"I got a mess of ideas!" Stan burst in.

"I'm bettin y'do" Bo stood there, his arms still bound and filled out looking huge.

"Okay so now I want – "

"Yeah we know what you want!" Bo turned to face Stan "but don't be forgettin this is Bo's House and right now Bo calls the shots."

"With your arms tied?" Stan taunted him.

"Okay okay you two" Steve again was forced into the role of peace keeper "we can argue all night or we can come up with a plan" glaring at Stan "something not involving a guy getting his nuts smashed! Or keeping Bo here cuffed all night! Bo what's your plan."

"I don't do `plans'..." Stan was back in asshole mode.

"You'll learn... kid" Steve began to understand the strategy – and yes, danger – of baiting Stan. The more he got with Bo's plan, the more worried he became "but first we need... Bo, where is the fucking KEY?"

"Let the dice decide, where are those dice?"

"What? We're playing board games now? That's kid stuff."

"Check the third drawer" Bo directed Steve to the back area. Steve returned with those same dice from the night before.

"Okay here's what's goin down" Bo looked at Steve "we roll the dice. Whoever gets the highest gets to decide what goes down for next fifteen minutes."

"Hour!"

"Fifteen got it? If I get high number then I'll need these free."

"Bo c'mon this is crazy!"

"Roll for me Stu!" Steve did that and a big fat nine came up "beat that."

"This totally sucks!" but Stan took the dice and rolled. Six came up "this really really sucks!"

Steve took the dice and got boxcars.

"Like I said, Bo's house, Bo's rules. So I guess I gotta lose these. Second drawer" which is where Steve found a whole ring of keys. He found the right one and got Bo free in no time. Bo shook them off and went to work rubbing circulation back into his thick wrists and arms. The shoelace was untied fast and the next two minutes Bo spent getting the kinks out of his firehose.

"So what now? Stan looked at Steve "which one of us...?"

"Bo's house, Bo's rules. Bo saying both of you!" Bo started rummaging through the drawers until he found what he needed "seems to me we got a real fine understanding here now. We got ourselves two serious specimens of hot studs here, serious uncut meat. Y'might say we got an untapped resourse here. But we still ain't showed them to their full advantage. You!" pointing to Steve.

"Me?"

"Right there" pointing to a spot a few feet in front the camera.

"Good, leave me out!"

"You!" Bo grabbed Stan's thick arm "right next to him, right HERE!" almost knocking Stan off his feet.

"HEY!"

"Okay you both stand there, arms behind you and you move and we do it all over again, got it?"

"This sucks..." Stan kept eyeing Steve sideways, not liking looking so lame next to such a big guy.

"For starters" Bo grabbed the strap of Stan's leather jock "you don't be needing this no more" and unsnapped it fast.

"Hey!" Stan's hands flew to cover himself "what the!"

"Seems to me my man needs help following orders" Bo brought down the straps still hanging from bar and secured Stan's wrists behind him, tighter this time than Steve so Stan would not have as much luck wiggling out of them. Only then did Stan realize he had been positioned right beneath the bar "that's what y'get for not payin attention. Now where was I?"

"Let me down. Untie me!"

"My man can complain and yell all he wants here. This warehouse can handle it. And by the way, Steve in the office knows not to pay no mind to yellin and hollerin comin from out here. At all, got it?"

"HEY! Someone!" Stan yelled and screamed but no use. Bo finished his job of pulling the leather pouch away from Stan's cock and balls, exposing him full on to the gaze of the relentless camera.

"Now ain't that a mighty fine sight? That's one real hot piece of teen meat y'got on you kid" Bo's fingers ran up and down the fat semi-hard sausage hanging from that forest of dark brown pubes "we gotta do somethin bout that soon."

"Leave my pubes alone sicko!"

"My my my, just look at that" Bo ran his fingers around the foreskin almost covering the fat head. He encircled the girth behind the crown "this fat sausage is big now but we need to see how big this fucker really gets?"

"Bigger'n yours!"

"We'll see, we'll see" Bo purred "first me and Stu here gonna put on a little show. Another show and see if that don't get as hard and hot as the show before. Except this time no hiding how hot it gets you, no hiding behind your leather pouch. We gonna see you bone over dudes getting it on, and no way to hide it, y'gettin my meanin here Stan-the-Man. We gonna see just where you at, no more pretending, no more lying. I'm thinking... yeah... nothing you think more hot than... gonna see... gonna make you admit you turned on by guys... we gonna see how much you get off seein me fuck Ste-Stu here – "

"Bo!" Steve yelled in panic. Bo hushed him and shook his head behind Stan's back.

"Ya wanna see me get Stu here so hot and turned on he bends over for this?" grabbing his sausage and swinging it around for good measure, ignoring Steve's panicked expression.

"I give a fuck you both are sick fucks" Stan tried to look away.

"C'mere big fucker" Bo repositioned Steve so both Stan and the camera could watch it. First Bo rubbed Steve's nipples until there were two hard nobs sticking out from his hairy pecs "y'like that? Y'don't gotta say. Stan here had a real turn-on, yeah a real dead give-away torturing your chest. I think Stan here likes to play with guy's bodies. The rougher the better I'm thinkin."

"Fuck you."

"Countin on it" Bo picked something from the pile of stuff on the floor "well lookee here. What y'suppose these are for?" holding a set of clamps in front of Stan's face "let's see what Stu's dick here does when I put these on" and with a great deal of care Steve had the clamps stuck onto his already hard and sore nipples. He let out a grunt and jerked backwards "now I don't gotta tie you up too, do I?"

"No sir!"

"No sir no sir" Bo ran his fingers up and down Stan's chest "kinda like the sound of that don't you?"

"Fuck you."

"We'll see, we'll see" Bo returned to the chain hanging from Steve's chest "now watch this" he started giving the chain a few rapid shakes. Sure enough, Steve's cock started bobbing in time to the rhythm "ain't that somethin? Like his dick is on remote control. That reminds me..." Bo made a few quick steps back to the drawers and returned with several small objects in his hands "Stu here paid me a visit once before and got t'play with these before but for you this is gonna be a real education" the small egg was lubed and presented to Steve's asscrack in record time "gonna lean forward for me boy?"

"Yessir Bo."

"Might fine sound that is" Bo lubed Steve's hole and before he could tighten up, Bo shoved the egg home. As he expected, it caused Steve's cock to deflate to half-mast "now the finishing touch... we almost made Stu here lose his load before, so I know this cock is primed and ready, right Stu?"

"Don't even think about doing that to me!" Stan snarled, still trying to yank himself loose from the straps.

"Finishin touch and then it's your turn, don't think I been forgettin about you boy" Bo ignored Stan's arguing and brought the cock and ball harness to Steve's crotch. First he got the strap around the complete package and then between his two hairy nuts. He stretched them out and down, glancing over to Stan, and sure enough that uncut meat was thickening and lifting, the head starting to poke free of the skin. Bo got the other strap around the base of Steve's cock and snapped it in place, causing it to swell like a balloon "best part. This always gets me" Bo found the remote control and turned on the egg. As if by magic the vibrating sensation went right to Steve's cock "stand up straight and show Stan here what a real stud looks like when he's so hot to fuck he's not thinking straight" on and off over and over Bo flipped the controls of the egg as Steve's cock shot out and up, obscenely swollen by the cockring until it was pointing straight at Stan's crotch, the shaft as thick as Steve had ever seen himself. Bo whistled "ain't that the horniest thing you ever see? Don't that make ya admit y'think guys are hot?" looking over at Stan, who was doing everything he could to crouch forward and hide his out of control erection "stand up straight boy" Bo grabbed him by the hips and gave him a slight shove until both cocks were touching "thought that would get ya rockin my man. See? That dick of yours is doin all the talkin now" Bo upped the voltage to Steve's egg so Stan could feel it on his cockhead "man Stan you don't gotta be hidin that one fine piece of dick there anymore" grabbing it around the base, his fingers just big enough. Stan struggled but his cock was full out hard, a good nine inches of thick uncut polish sausage, the head breaking free of the foreskin and swelling to almost twice the thickness of the finger-encircled base "like this was made for pounding pussy, y'ever fuck anyone with this pussy ripper?"

"Yeah lots of times."

"Well we both know that really wants t'be rippin open ass, not pussy, ain't that right? Ya thinking tonight this monster's gonna have its first fuck experience with somethin other'n yer hand, so you know just what this thing can do."

"Hey, I fuck all the time!"

"Y'got it" Bo positioned their two cocks until they were batting them back and forth "yeah, keep each other happy and primed a sec" Bo went to one of the cabinets and returned with a leather body harness which he strapped onto Stan's nervous frame.

"What's this for?" not sure if it meant he was destined for being tied up.

"Gonna be the hot guy stud gonna be a real eye-popper, gotta dress the part" tightening it around his thick chest, making his round pecs stand out even more. Next Bo wrapped those thick biceps in leather bands, making them even more dramatic "now we do the real work" picking off the floor a similar cock and ball harness like the one making Steve's goods stick out from his shiny crotch. He looped it around everything, getting it caught in all his hair "these gotta go!"

"Huh?"

"We gonna be trimming this forest down here."

"No fuckin way!"

"It's gonna happen stud so get useta the idea."

"But I got football camp in a few weeks! What're the guys gonna say! It'll look totally gay!"

"Better get useta the idea of dudes checking out your package, guys getting all hot and busy looking at your meat and gettin all sorts of different ideas" Bo had returned with electric clippers and went to town on that forest of hair. Stan struggled and protested but with Steve's muscle persuasion, Stan's pinned body got shaved from a few inches below the navel to almost mid-thigh, leaving enough stubble to make him remember this night for a long time to come "dudes checking out this fuck-meat and wanting to get busy on this tool y'been hiding like y'ashamed of it or somethin" dusting off the few remaining hairs "yeah, now we got somethin to show the parents!"

"HEY! you wouldn't dare!"

"Just stand still studman – yeah we gonna call ya Studman – name fits ya" Bo ran his slick fingers all over the much more prominent dick, now that it was not half-hidden by all the hair. He reattached the leather band encircling his balls and dick and with some tugging and massaging clamped the ball stretcher around his smooth scrotum. Stan bucked and protested but secretly enjoyed all the attention and stimulation. But when Bo slid back his foreskin, Stan got very nervous "ya ain't the only one knows how to play with a dude's skin" watching in mixed alarm as Bo stretched a metal ring over his already engorged head, finally nestling it just behind the flayed crown, right where he had tied off Bo's crown earlier. With the ring in place, Bo recovered it with his foreskin but now that the head was even more swollen easily twice the width of the very very thick shaft, the skin barely covering half the wide crown. When the last strap was tightened around the base of Stan's cock, the effect was complete "now Studman, why don't you show the camera what a real piece of fucking stud looks like."

Stan was more than happy to flex and twist side to side, swinging his greatly enlarged cock back and forth for the camera, as Bo finally unhooked his arms and untied the straps.

"I'm liking the show and all, and I really like having my cock ready for anything, but..." Steve wanted his turn at the dice. And all the stimulation, and the novelty of wearing the cock harness was getting him really worked up. Luckily the egg inside him was quiet for the time being. But the swordplay with Stan's thick cock was starting to make Steve's cock drool more than he ever expected, reminding him how close that blowjob got him to blow the first of what he suspected would be several orgasms for the evening! And with Bo and Stan – and himself! – really sexed up big time, he knew he had to win this round or that foot-long sausage sticking out of Stan's freshly trimmed crotch was gonna blow its load here and now. Steve grabbed the dice and gave them a roll. Talk about beginner's luck! Eleven!

"Okay, watch this!" Stan's greasy fingers slipped and threw a four and two "no fair! Do over!"

"It stays!" Bo took them and threw his turn. A five and a one.

"You two tied" Steve smiled "like it matters."

"I ain't gettin fucked!" Stan snapped "don't even try!"

"You ain't... yet" Steve was going to enjoy this "or maybe I should make Bo here take your cherry now!"

"NO!" Stan screamed loud enough to bring Poker Steve running had he not been trained to ignore anything but Bo's code word.

"No!" Bo growled "we ain't gonna do that!"

"You arguin with me boy?" Steve grabbed those huge shoulders and shook them. Bo's muscles tensed and flexed but he did not resist "you ready to do what you're told for a change? You gonna start taking orders, you hear me!"

"Y-y-yes... sir" Bo lowered his head.

"W-w-wow" Stan just about messed himself seeing Bo pushed to his knees. He started jacking his new improved cock but Steve made quick work of a length of rope around his wrists.

"Okay Bo, y'been muscling us around all night making us do shit we never came here to do you know we ain't into this sick shit" biting his lip "and now it's time you pay the piper big time" Steve sneared down at him. He batted his cock back and forth across Bo's face, teasing him but not letting him put his mouth on his cock "got this set-up all arranged for your workout videos, huh? Well maybe it's time we put you through a real work out! Go get one of those leather ball things..." Steve caught Bo's changed expression "y'know what I mean" as Bo struggled to his feet and went to one of the drawers "and you!" pointing at the new improved Stan the Stud "your job is to... yeah!" Bo returned with one of the leather parachutes "okay Bo, spread those fuckin legs, so Studman here can get your balls ready."

With some explaining, Stan wrapped the narrow end around those massive low hangers. Once he realized they were there for the torturing, Stu went nuts yanking and tugging them, Bo wincing and yelping but Steve's flat hand against that fat ass reminding him he was not going anywhere fast.

"How much weight you think he can lift now?"

"Huh?" Stan looked at those stretched nads like they were his best work so far "whatyamean?"

"Lemme show ya" Steve looped a leather strap through a five-pound weight and attached it to one of the hooks on the leather harness.

"Damn! That's wicked!"

"For starters, yeah" Steve brought his hand down hard on Bo's stretched ass with a loud crack "okay Bo, lemme hear that weight hit the ground. Hard!" Bo winced and grunted but lowered himself down until the weight hit the floor with a soft thump "guess he don't follow orders too well" Steve found a leather belt and handed it to Stan "everytime he lowers himself down and don't do it right, he gets the belt!"

"What is right?"

"You're a smart kid, you'll figure it out" Steve found the tit-clamps from where he threw them on the floor and none too gently pinched them onto Bo's ample nipples. Bo screamed and bucked "okay down! Now!"

Bo lowered himself down gently until the weight rested on the floor. Stan got the picture and gave that bare ass a hard whack with the belt. Steve shook his head and yanked on the clamps pulling Bo upwards yet again.

"No more please! No Steve sir, it hurts!" Bo lowered his head, sweat starting to pour off his naked body.

"Down!"

Bo groaned and squatted down again, the weight hitting the floor with a loud bang, the sensation radiating into his stretched balls with a painful crash just as the belt came down on his extended ass cheeks. He barely had time to catch his breath before Steve gave the clamps a yank, his nipples stretched upwards as Bo's face twisted in an agonized grimace. Up and down he went, his balls getting stretched and pounded from the weights, his ass more and more reddened from the belt, his nipples pulled and stretched until Bo screamed in pain.

"More" Steve pointed at the other weights on the floor. Stan got into the spirit and replaced the five with a ten-pounder. Bo tried to pull away but when the new weight was attached, he sank to the floor, his balls already stretched to the max.

"Fuck this is totally wicked!" Stan was trying not to jack himself off with that one free hand, but what with all the nasty shit making his cock harder and more scary than he had ever seen or felt, that metal ring behind his fat crown like a constant irritation to the most sensitive part of his teen cock, and this naked hard football player beating the crap outa that huge black musclehead he was loosing the battle. Steve knew it was time to go for broke.

"You sure made a major production to get us two dudes all boned up didn't ya?" whack!

"I didn't do shit!"

"Look what ya' did to Studman here" whack!

"Oww!" Bo winced and flexed his ass muscles even more.

"How y'feel about another ten pounds on those bullballs of yours!" whack!

"NO!" Bo dropped the weights down the floor with a loud painful bang "not that! They can't take no more of yer punishin."

"Either twenty or.." whack! across that thick sweaty back.

"No more weights."

"This thick tool goes up your muscle ass!"

"NO WAY!" Bo spun around on one knee "I ain't no pussy! I don't take no dicks up my butt!"

"Y'been askin for it all night" Steve directed Stan's attention to Bo's stretched tortured balls. Stan went to work on them, twisting and yanking, pinching his nails into the purple wrinkled flesh and even squeezing Bo's thickening cock for good measure "now drag those weights over to that bench! Now!"

"Nobody fucks my ass!" Bo crawled on his hands and knees, Stan and Steve alternating on whipping his meaty butt.

"Okay now get up on the weightbench! Now!" Bo crawled up to it and rested his thick chest across the padded bench, his ass pushed backwards "no, on your back!"

"Fuck okay! Just no more weights!" Bo twisted around as Steve unlatched the cord and weights from the parachute strangling his stretched scrotum. Once his shoulders were slamming against the barbell rack, Steve used the handy cords to secure his wrists to the ends of the rack as well as the barbell for good measure.

"Okay this is going down. Now!" Steve growled now that Bo could not escape unless he took the entire bench with him "and now we got Bo where we want him, don't think I forgot you also lost that round!"

"No wait! I thought we were both gonna torture Bo here!"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Steve looked around but could not find what he wanted "Bo you gonna tell me where the other egg is or I gotta – "

"No! No more ball torture. It's over on the table there, with the..."

"Got it!"

"Don't even think about!" Stan's eyes went white "not my ass!"

"Don't think I can't make Bo here take your cherry for your penalty! I mean it Stan! You think you're tough you don't know tough. And you! don't! want! to! get! me! mad!" jabbing his finger into Stan's chest each time for emphasis. He got the egg lubed and showed it to Stan "you decide! This or Bo's battering ram, which is it?"

"Neither!"

"I think we both know why you don't want anybody messing with your hole – "

"Hey!"

"And in case you ain't figured out yet, everybody in this room had something shoved up their shithole! Even you!"

"Shut up!" Stan admitted.

"So to make this interesting" Steve chuckled "and to remind you what you're flirting with get up there straddling Bo's crotch there. Do it!"

With even more arguing and struggling Steve got Stan to sit on Bo's lap, balls to balls, cocks rubbing against each other all greasy and sweaty. Before Stan could regain his balance on his feet, Steve shoved a greased finger into that hairy hole. Stan shot ten feet in the air and when he came back down there was even more grease waiting for his hole. Steve expected it to be stretched and loose but this was worse than he expected. No wonder the kid had issues; somebody had been abusing him on a regular basis. He would expect Bo to have pried it out of his brain by now.

"Shhh, don't be freaked" Steve held his shaking shoulders, the tears forming in Stan's eyes fearing his most dreaded secret was about to be spilled "we know okay? And nobody's gonna ever rape you again, you hearing me? Now you got two big guys on your side and they come through us first, got it?"

"Don't tell! Promise me you won't tell!" Stan was gasping so hard Steve though he would pass out.

"You keep our secrets we keep yours" Steve rubbed around the hole, the second finger feeling the ring relax. So Steve brought the egg forward and pushed it in with a huge relieved sigh from Stan "yeah, Studman makes the grade! Now you officially one of the big dawgs."

"Hey..." Bo groaned beneath him "big dawg Studman y'ain't light! Crushin my balls ain't part of the agreement" knowing what was coming next.

"So Stan my man now you're gonna get your first taste of real muscle ass!"

"NO!" Bo struggled at the cords but all it did was make the muscles of his shoulders and arms pop out like crazy "I told you I don't get fucked!"

"You ain't got much choice in the matter" Steve secured a leather strap around Bo's left knee and with Bo struggling like mad he pulled it up and backwards until it was half way up to his shoulder. Bo yelled like a gored bull, loud enough to shake contents of some of those boxes stacked everwhere, but that only got Stan even more worked up. He helped Steve yank Bo's other knee backwards as well until his ass crack was spread wide and on full display "okay Studman, as much as Bo wants nothing more than this battering ram" running his fingers up and down the stretched bright red mushroom-headed dick sticking straight out of his trimmed crotch "shut UP BO! You're gonna get fucked hard and raw for once in your life, so you never fuck with guys like us again, y'understand?" Steve felt Stan shudder and shake under his strokings "and as much as I would love to see this hammerhead split you in two, hate to say this young one got several inches on me. So I'm thinking we got to work you up to the big event."

"Hey!" Stan yanked away from Steve's fingers "I wanna give – "

"And you gonna, believe you me! This super cock of yours is gonna feel what it's like to be deep inside a hard muscle ass!"

"NO!" from Bo.

"Yeah!" from Stan.

Steve was busy greasing his fingers and running it around that purple pucker now on full display, still swollen from the buttplug earlier. Bo yelled and bucked but in spite of everything Steve managed to shove his middle finger deep inside past that reddened ring.

"Fucking tight virgin hole" Steve lied, and started getting a second and third finger shoved between those huge ass cheeks "now we're gonna stretch this hole and get it ready for that pussy ripper of yours" and with little finesse or preamble Steve greased and shoved the head of his thick uncut cock against the stretched hole and pushed. Bo's head flew backwards as a deep gasp exploded out of that barrel chest "get up there and straddle his head, make sure he don't hurt himself" Steve felt his bone slide in further until his cock was rammed in so far his cockring made contact with Bo's sweaty crotch "yeah, fuck fuck fuck" Steve grunted, his hips going into autopilot.

"Fuck! me now me now!" Stan was starting to leak he was so turned on. At first Steve thought he wanted Steve's dick in him next but realized he was just a kid eager for his first fuck.

"Straddle his head" Steve watched Stan take his wide stance straddling Bo's head sticking out from between the two uprights. It did not take much coaxing to get Bo to lean back and open wide for that ring-stretched lollipop-shaped bright-red head of Stan's cock to come to rest on Bo's tightened lips "don't even think about losing it yet Stud! Now enjoy the show Stan and learn what a good dicking can do. You're gonna see just what a bone in someone's ass can do" Steve began a slow pistoning in and out of Bo's ass. He unsnapped the ring around Bo's balls still showing the red marks where the leather bit into his most sensitive flesh. He replaced the ring with his fingers, tugging and yanking them slowly but methodically "watch this" and without touching it, Bo's cock began a rhythmic flexing in time with Steve's thrusts. Each time his cock went deep into his gut, Bo's cock responded by thickening and lengthening, like Steve was using a tire pump on it to make it swell. Again and again Bo's cock flexed and filled out until all by itself it began to reach its full eight nine ten inch display. The head popped free of the purple foreskin and several clear masses of precum plopped out and smeared Bo's abs.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck" Stan could not resist the waves of red lust and shoved his cock all the way into Bo's mouth.

"Don't you dare cum muthuhfucker! Just hold it there, don't move" Stan tensed every muscle coming down from the crescendo of impending orgasm. When he started breathing normal again Steve pulled all the way out of Bo's ass and found the controls for the two eggs. He hit the switch and his ass started vibrating "fuck! fuck!" flexing his cock in time to the flipping switch.

"Me now!" Stan eyes were fixated on Steve's shiny rock-hard bone throbbing and flexing like crazy.

"You sure? Don't you fuckin dare cum! You feel yourself getting close pull out, we clear on that?"

"Fuck turn it... oh fuck!" feeling his ass come alive. The egg inside him went crazy even though Steve had it on the lowest setting. Stan was hypnotized watching his cock, his newly shaved, strapped and swollen twice its normal size cock throb and flex, the head stretched drum-tight and bright red, the thing so huge it looked foreign and sensations coming from inside his butt nothing like what he felt when his brother was slamming his dick into him fast and hard, blowing his load and leaving Stan lying there feeling like garbage. But this... THIS was something else entirely. He knew sliding his cock back into that huge Bo stud's mouth was dangerous but he had little choice he was so horned up he wasn't seeing straight. That's when Steve slammed his cock back into Bo's stretched ass and began a steady relentless fuck. Stan squeezed his eyes shut and pulled out of that hot tight mouth fast but it was too late. All the evening's stimulation was too much for the young kid and he unleashed his pent-up load onto Bo's face, his cock exploding all by itself. Almost as if to hide the fact he shoved it back into Bo's mouth fast as Bo gagged and tried to twist away, most of the load leaking out of the side of his mouth and drooling to the floor in a constant stream. Stan grabbed onto those massive shoulders to keep from falling over as Steve cut loose and started plowing into Bo like his time was up. He was just to start feeling his balls contract as that egg went crazy and his load building to the point of no return when,

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!" Steve spun around fast his dick popping free only to see – no fucking way! There was Jim coming down the hall from the office! In full uniform!"

"Ji-j-bu-but – "

"Don't say a fuckin word! Any of you! The first person to so much as gulp is gonna get his ass tossed in jail! What the HELL!" Jim came around to check out the action up close "and I don't know what a fifteen year old kid is – "

"I'm eighteen!"

"I told you to shut THE FUCK UP!" Jim locked eyes with Steve "and I don't know who the fuck you are but it's obvious you the ringleader here!" Jim took a step behind Stan and gave the tiniest slightest of winks to Steve "now go put some clothes on you ugly muthuhfucker while I try to straighten this out. You too kid! And not another fuckin word outa your mouth unless you want to bring this party down to the station!"

"No! Not that!" Stan could not shut up from shaking so bad. Steve grabbed him and yanked him away, whispering to him to keep quiet.

"Now we're gonna get to the bottom of this" Jim made of point of positioning himself where the camera was always close by. And it was obvious to anyone paying attention, but Bo was too busy trying to get a handle on what Jim was doing other than untying him and getting him standing. And Steve was doing everything he could to clean up the two of them as best he could, trying and failing to keep his eyes off how Jim was filling out that uniform two sizes smaller than the one he wore on duty. And Stan was too busy trying not to shit his pants – had he been wearing any!

"You the ringleader here?" Jim stared at Steve, all but ignoring Stan trying to indicate Bo.

"Talk to St-Stu there" Bo glared at Stan gesturing for him to shut the hell up.

"You responsible for this fucked up shit here?"

"What if I am?" Steve folded him arms across his newly cleaned front, his thick dick still at half-mast, the straps in place not going anywhere.

"I'm thinkin we're looking at some serious prison time for you and your victims here!"

"NO!" Stan screamed until Bo grabbed him and wrapped his huge arms around his heaving chest, almost slamming his huge paw over that gaping mouth.

"Don't mind the kid here" Bo grumbled "but that big guy there has been blackmailing the kid into doing sex shit ever since he found him with a boner in sauna at the Y..." he trailed off, enjoying the shock of recognition on Jim's face.

"H-h-how about you?" Jim recovered fast then made a point of leering at Bo's nakedness, his eyes going down from his face, down to his bare genitals swinging free "you way too big to blackmail, I'm thinking."

"The big guy Stu here said unless I show up and watch him rape the kid" ignoring the loud protests "and even take a turn ripping open the kid's ass, Stu was gonna try to pin this whole thing on me!"

"That's a pack of lies!" Steve looked at Bo like he had a screw loose: what's this game you playing?

"Ain't no game" Bo continued "Stu said unless we play ball and do all this sick homo sex shit with him, the kid's parents would find out and me I'd lose my job."

Steve started to get it through his thick skull Bo was up to something. All he kept thinking was: Jim here is calling the shots you two better get on the same page before the kid totally freaks.

"And the kid here has been freaking out ever since" Bo loosened his hold on Stan's neck "Stu there told him to strip naked and do kinky sex shit for him."

"Is that right?" Jim wheeled around to glare at Stan "this guy been forcing you to do sex shit against your will?"

"N-n-I mean" feeling Bo's arm very convincing "well... shit... yeah, he was threatening to fuck me in the ass and then you showed up!"

"Real sick fuck ain't ya?" Jim returned to Steve who only glared at him, their jaws almost touching. The stand-off continued until Jim gave a hard slap to Steve's cheek. At first Steve flinched but then heard Bo grumble,

"Serves him right for what he almost did to the kid!"

"Your friend thinks you deserve what's comin to ya" Jim slapped Steve again, gauging his response.

"Yes... sir" Steve lowered his head.

"Ain't so tough now are you? Fuckin big bully ain't such a big man when you're on the receiving end" looking at Stan "he threatened to fuck your ass – how you feel about getting back at him? Turn the tables and fuck him instead?"

"What?" from everyone except Bo.

"You heard me" Jim pointed at the padded table in the back of the room "you got two options. Let's see you bend that fat belly over the end of the table and deal with it, or you and your friends come with me down to the station!"

"No not that!" Steve tried to escape from Jim only to get caught in a half-nelson. He let himself lose the struggle and with Bo's help get dragged like a trussed steer over to the large table in the back of the room. Bo bent him over the side and with Jim holding him down, Bo found the straps attached to the table legs and tied Steve's hands to the head and foot of the table. When he was finished Steve was sprawled half-way across the table, his ass pushed back and his legs spread wide enough for his hairy crack to be on full view.

"You ever fuck a guy before?" Steve looked at Stan, who was so scared he was beet red and gasping for air "don't expect so, what are you, sixteen?"

"I'm eighteen!"

"Yeah, and I'm a virgin" catching Bo's slight chuckle "I'm thinking it's time you get your first piece of real ass. I wanna see you fuck the shit outa this asshole!"

"Officer... please... just let me go..." Stan was so scared he thought he would keel over any second. Never in his short life had he been so scared and so horned up simultaneously. He had just blown a mega-load like he only imagined in his secret jack-off fantasies when this blond muscle cop shows up. Like he was in any position to argue with him, not with all those muscles bulging everywhere threatening to rip the seams of that oddly tight uniform. He was turned on and he was scared shitless and he was still coming down off his ear-ringing orgasm at the same time he was seeing the possibility of actually putting his dick inside something besides a fist, getting the concept to travel from his big head to his slightly smaller head down south, but damn this was WAY too scary! Bo saw the problem and started running his hand over all those goosebumps. When the rubbing went from soothing to stimulating the further south it went, when Bo started rubbing lube into that thick uncut meat it took less than a minute for the kid to be as hard as ever. The metal ring beneath his foreskin was long gone but the cock and ball harness served their purpose as Bo's stroking and massaging got the semi-deflated sausage up and running so quickly Stan thought it was a different dick hanging from his smooth crotch. When Bo felt his fingers were just enjoying themselves too much he guided the thick tube towards Steve's spread ass, aiming that fat head at Steve's swollen hole. Luckily the kid was a virgin otherwise he would have noticed how easy the head rammed its way past the ring. Steve screamed and bucked, in genuine pain as the way-too-large stretched head of Stan's dick tore into his hole.

"Keep the bastard quiet!" Jim yelled "shove that black elephant dick in his mouth so he don't wake up the whole fucking neighborhood! Feed him that black pipe of yours" which was what Bo did. He tilted Steve's head back and pried open his mouth with his thumbs. He looked down the length of Steve's body just as another three inches of Stan's fat cock jammed its way deeper into Steve's ass. Steve bucked and yelled and there was Bo's cock to muffle his screams "yeah, that's it! Fuck him HARD! Rape that straight virgin ass!" Jim gave Stan's hairy butt a hard slap and before he knew it, Stan jerked forward until almost all of his swollen cock was buried in Steve's shaking ass. Jim stood there and watched the show, not needing to touch himself; the damn Viagra was going to keep him up for several days, it seemed. Instead he touched his tender nipples one then the other, making sure the camera was never far away. When he grabbed those white hairy cheeks on the kid and gave them the slightest push Stan gasped and bucked and with his smooth pubes pressed all the way against Steve's ass, his fuck muscles took over and he went into autopilot. For his first real fuck, the kid was a natural. Jim and Bo exchanged a secret hi-five watching Steve get skewered at both ends. Bo nodded down at Jim's obvious hardon but Jim held up his hands: we got time. Bo was so busy staring at Jim's crotch and Jim at Bo's cock slimed with Steve's drool they almost missed Stan freeze and shudder as he blasted his second load deep inside that hot spasming hole.

Bo continued his slow rubbing against Steve's mouth, his eyes devouring Jim's front,

"A real shame a hot body like that all covered up in that scratchy uniform" Bo feeling Steve's combined pain and runaway lust radiating through his body and into Bo's cock "and it's damn hot in here" rubbing his big paws up and down Steve's shiny shoulders and chest, working his way down to where the straps were securing Steve's wrists "and I'm thinkin this jerk here ain't got anywhere for the real punishment he got comin. The kid sure is packin serious meat but sorry Stan – you still got a long way to go to learn how to fuck so they know they been fucked!"

"I gotta go! Please officer lemme go!" Stan was looking around for his clothes. Now that he unloaded his nuts not once by twice! he wanted nothing more than to get his butt out of there before this rent-a-cop – if that's what he was – really decided to arrest them after all.

"You park your ass right there!" Jim pointed at the spot Bo was vacating "time you start earning your rent" looking at Bo "untie this bastard, turn this meathead over. I wanna see his face when he feels a real man's cock fill his ass!"

"No please don't!" Steve lied "stop! NO!"

"Keep this fuckwad from making any more noise" Jim's fingers started unbuttoning his overly tight shirt. Bo had seen this before, but his eyes were on Stan's, seeing what reaction the kid would have to getting an eyeful of all those bodybuilder muscles bared and flexing. He had to remind him several times to get moving and help him turn Steve onto his back. Bo struggled with Steve's thick and none-too-cooperative body getting him into position, his legs hanging off the table like deadwood. When Jim grabbed one of Steve's thighs and tried to lift it up, everyone thought he was going to break Steve's back but with Stan finally getting into the mood, the two of them got a hold of Steve's ankles and pulled them backwards, similar to how they bent Bo in half when Jim charged to his rescue. The straps were nowhere long enough so Jim barked at them to stand there and hold his legs backwards, the muscles in those thick glutes and hams screaming and bulging. In the meantime Jim was wrestling with getting those blue trousers unsnapped. He straightened up as they fell around his ankles, Bo biting his lip to keep from chuckling. Damn, remember never to let that Steve guy pass out any more pills, he smirked. Jim looked so hard he thought his dick would explode. He heard a soft "fuck" come from Stan as Jim made a show of greasing himself up, his shaved pubes shiny and smooth, his balls still showing red marks from all those straps and harnesses the night before. But Stan was too inexperienced to suspect anything, just standing as still as a statue with both hands around Steve's ankle, his eyes zeroing in on that perfect cock on that perfect mass of perfectly sculpted bodybuilder muscles closing in on the same ass he has just finished filling with his hot jism. The first real fuck in his life and now to add frosting to his sex cake, he had a front row see to see this hot bodybuilder – a cop no less! – plow that same hole still slimy from his load!

"Are you are I mean, you really gonna... man you gonna fuck him?" Stan was seeing it but not believing it. When Jim's shiny lubed cock disappeared between those greasy hairy asscheeks he almost gave himself whiplash to get a better view. And if that half-naked blond stud didn't pull his dick back out and grab Stan around his thick waist so he could get a better view! Stan stood there, gulping and drooling as that perfect cock slid into that same hairy ass, almost happening too fast for it to really register. Stan wanted to make this all stop, freeze this moment in time, just so he could replay this again and again slow enough to make it real taking it all in, convince himself this all was really happening! He had actually fucked a guy in the ass and now he was right there seeing even more action go down almost for his benefit! And not just any guy, but this big burly fucking football player! A big adult hairy football player looking all the world like what Stan wanted to look like in another ten or twenty years. Then Stan got dizzy and things started spinning and he was the guy on the table on the receiving end of that cop fuck, but the idea vanished in a flash. And now he was watching it instead, he was ringside when this musclebound cop was doing the nasty, his arm around Stan's waist and big powerlifter Bo rubbing his huge genitals all over this guy's – over his? – face!

"Watch this kid! You ever see what a real fuck does to a guy's cock?" lining up his cock again until the head just rested against the swollen opening "watch this! You're gonna see how much this bonehead really gets off having my cock up his ass. Watch what he does!" Jim grabbed those slippery cheeks and pulled them apart again, making sure Stan got the best view as Jim's cockhead pressed against that hole, and in one slow easy thrust, he speared Steve on his cock all over again. Steve groaned something deep and animal as that perfect cock attached to the perfect specimen slid back into him, opening him up again and again. The earlier brutal rape he experienced from Stan's inexperienced slamming only served to make this fucking all the more pleasurable. He reached down to start jacking himself but Jim knocked his hand away. As Bo suspected and Jim knew, Steve's cock started the same rhythmic pulsing and swelling in time to Jim's steady and relentless pistoning. This was as hot as watching the effect on Stu's cock before, but now it was a real live cock doing it! Wow!

"Y'ever seen a dude throw a rod getting dicked, kid?" Jim grabbed Steve's balls and pulled back, making Steve's cock bend towards the ceiling. He wrapped his fingers around the base and then there was Steve's cock, red and fully erect, the skin pulled back and exposing the shiny head throbbing in time to Jim's increasingly rapid thrusts. Stan was so hypnotized by the show he barely registered Jim's fist slide down to his rubbery cock. And when he started jacking him in time to his steady fucking, he groaned and felt new blood surge back into his cock all over again. Jim's cock continued its steady thrusts, enjoying the effect of making Stan getting all horned all over again. Jim knew he was a stud and nothing made him happier than watching people get off on his endless displays of his hot sexy manhood. Especially having dudes watch him fuck. Fuck other dudes to boot! That made him the super super-stud par excellence!

Bo came around to their side of the table and grabbed Stan by his hips. He twisted him around and then as he crouched down, his mouth found that extra skin covering the head. Stan grabbed Bo's ears and his dick took over, fucking Bo's mouth like he did Steve's ass before. Fast and reckless and with little care for making the moment last.

Jim grabbed Steve's cock in his greasy hand and leaned forward until their chests were rubbing against each other,

"This is it, ain't it Bearbreath?"

"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck me Jimbo, fuck me hard!"

"Like last night right? I knew this is what y'always wanted isn't it?"

"Fuck.... yeah!" Jim's hand tightened and sped up, knowing Steve was going to blow his load soon.

"Now you are knowing I decided this is what I wanted too y'hearing me stud? And now y'gonna cum for me Steve-O aren't ya?" Jim leaned forward even more until their faces were inches apart "y'gonna show me y'gettin all of me once and for all" and before the moment passed, Jim's face lowered and their mouths smashed together with a wet smack! Jim's muscular haunches began a rapid pumping, knowing his cockhead was making hamburger of Steve's prostate.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum!"

"Hey kid here's the big finale!" Jim straightened up fast and leaned back as Steve's cock swelled and started blowing his load all over his thickly furred belly. Stan turned and caught some of it out of the corner of his eye, not sure if he really also saw the two big studs kissing? Man, no way he actually saw that, but seeing the big football player's cock start to explode his load with just that cop's hand tight around the base, and with that long perfect cock continuing the relentless assault deep inside his spread ass. Stan started thrusting his hips into Bo's face almost expecting another load like he could blow out a third load in record time like this. Bo pulled away and dragged Stan around the table offering the slimed cock towards Steve's face. Steve was too lost trying to recover from his earth-shattering orgasm to register that uncut dick rubbing his face towards his mouth. It took only the slightest of coaxing to line up the mushroom head with Steve's gaping mouth. Stan watched his cock slide into that hot mouth, knowing he could not cum like this, not after everything that had happened. But when he felt Bo's hot mouth on his hairy butt, his strong fingers spreading him open and then damn! and tongue? fuck a tongue! Stan felt Bo's tongue probing into his shithole and sensations like he never ever thought possible spread over his entire body and the next thing he knew he was looking down at Steve's face covered with his slimy cum. Now Stan knew none of this was really happening; this all had to be a dream!

Jim's cock never stopped the steady massaging of Steve's tortured ass and he could have continued his fucking for the next hour, but then he noticed Bo come around to his side of the table and damn! but if Bo's face was not pressing against his ass crack next! He would have jerked away and told him to knock it the fuck off! but when Bo's powerful hands pulled his own ass apart and then he felt the hottest most muscular tongue working its way towards his hole the same way he tortured that kid, he knew he had no where to go but forward. When that tongue shoved its way deep inside him, causing sensations he thought too good to last, his hips began a wild spasming and before he could shift himself away from his impending orgasm he just went crazy and with several long deep thrusts deposited his seed deep inside Steve's tightening hole. He leaned forward until they were pressed together, their bodies joined in one long seamless connection from neck to thigh, their combined heartbeats loud enough to echo through the room. Jim lay there like that until he heard Stan's,

"Wow..."