Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, 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.
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(NOTE: This story continues the "prequel" series begun with Chapter 110. Although this series is a stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. The characters in this prequel, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim Larson will make more sense then.) So here we go again...
Chapter One Twenty
Wednesday Jul 3
Jim, Larry and Tony all rode in Larry's car. They had met at some run-down out-of-the-way tavern on the west side of town and finally decided one car would be best. Cramped but another step preventing anyone chickening out at the last minute.
"Just so we're clear on this" Jim looked at the two in the back seat and Larry watching traffic "we're going there to work-out right? So Tony here can see for himself it's all legit, okay? None of that – "
"We don't need to be talking about that right at this moment. Me, I just wanna see this place once and for all" Tony cut in. Steve nodded and stared out the window. He would have been chewing his nails but that would have been too obvious.
"Really burning a hole in your butt to see this place isn't it?" Steve watched houses going by "once we mentioned it, you could not let it go" he lied.
"Well yeah, of course" nodding at the back of Jim's head "I think it'd be a real..."
"Really make sure none of us just making it all up, right?" Larry took a left turn after the light.
"Knowing you Jensmull, I wouldn't put anything past you."
"Hey I'm the innocent rookie here, remember?" nodding his head backwards "Larson's the one to keep an eye on."
"Just so you remember that!" Jim punched Larry enough to make him grunt.
"Hey! I'm driving here" and Larry made two more turns until they were on a semi-residential street. When he pulled to the curb parking Tony looked around,
"Man I know people who live around here" slightly curious but more worried "thought this was supposed to be industrial, y'know a warehouse."
"It is" Larry got out grabbing his stuff "let's get this over with."
The four marched down the street hoping four big musclebound guys together like that did not attract attention. They noticed a few guys working in yards turn and stare as they passed, but hoped their presence was not going to be a liability for this warehouse situation.
So when they were all pouring through the outside door of some nondescript building Jim turned to Steve "you sure you told him we were coming? And it's all cool?"
"I told you..." and they filed through the warehouse hearing voices, as they came around the last corner there was Bo with a kid who could only have been high school age. They were both wearing sweatpants. And little more.
"Who are you?" Bo stopped spotting the kid and intercepted the four "what are you doing here?"
"Bo, remember us?" Steve pointed at Jim "and – "
"Y'all better go chill in the back. I wasn't expecting the whole force just you!" nailing Steve in a pissed expression "right I'm finishing up with a student so beat it" shooing them into the locker room, trying to spin the situation for the frightened kid.
"Who are they? What are they doing here? You told me – " the young guy did not like the interruption at all.
"Don't you worry your mind about this okay?" Bo pointed at the barbell "two more and then we better finish up, okay Jim?"
"But I thought..."
"Well y'thought wrong. Maybe next time. If y'want a next time have your uncle call me okay?"
"Uncle John?"
"Why?"
"Something's come up he need t'be aware of" watching the young blond kid finish his presses. All the kid's work with his uncle was paying off. Bo was more than happy to fill in the missing areas "but you have him call me boy, it's real important, don't you forget now!"
"What about me?"
"You have him call me then we talk bout keepin ya on the schedule the rest of the summer. If he don't then..."
"Hey, maybe I don't want to spend all my time up here" Jim sat up, his tight toned body showing the results of all those month's of hard work "maybe I got things to do!"
"Like?"
"Me and my friends do stuff okay? Port's boring but it's not that bad."
"I hear the marina is real nice. Your friends'n you go fishing sometimes?"
"Yeah sure, sometimes" keeping the big bodybuilder on the hook "mostly we just hang at the beach."
"What beach?"
"Y'know the dunes? Between here and Port? Maybe you..."
"Do I look like I need to be tanning my pale ass?" Bo chuckled "but tell John keep his eyes peeled at the marina and you and your friends keep an eye on those dunes, and somethin might turn up, maybe some Saturday y'might get unexpected company down there."
"You?"
"Nope" Bo belly-laughed "now you get skinny white ass dressed and have your uncle call me, don't you forget now if y'know what's good for ya!"
"Sure Bo" and Jim was covered up in his street clothes and out the door in no time.
Bo had little to clean up so he went around the room tossing a few towels and making sure everything was back in their proper drawers. He heard the voices coming from the changing room and was about to see what the commotion was about when the four re-emerged, eyes staring straight forward, jaws locked but dressed for working out.
"Steve told us we should stay" Jim looked at Bo "I mean the other Steve, office Steve."
"Look... um Bo? Is that right?" Tony held out his hand "I thought bonehead here" punching their Steve "talked to you about this evening."
"He did" Bo shook his hand, the impressions flooding in fast "you did. About him dropping by tonight" stressing the "him" and seeing Steve's nervousness. Bo decided a big mitt on Steve's already sweating shoulder was in order "so how y'been Big Man?" taking in his friends one by one, especially the newbie Tony.
"Things are good."
"So you were giving the impression you didn't know who we – all of us y'know – were when we first – " Tony kept his eyes fixed on Bo, gauging his reactions.
Bo chuckled and shook his head "oh that? High school kid from Port, relative of a friend of mine, funny him bein a cop too – "
"Who?" Tony was taking notes fast.
"I didn't get the name there stud" Bo returned the stare.
"This here is Tony" Jim was busting his chops using his real name, enjoying the shocked reaction "he's the guy we useta bother on Wednesdays before – "
"So you the guy been tryin t'play den mother to a garage full of hooligans, huh?" and that got a laugh from Tony then a concerned look. At first Tony thought this dude had prison ex-con written all over him, but the closer he looked the more he was guessing he was just a big dumb mountain of muscle. Somebody Tony could warm to, if the situation had been different. In the meantime he took in all the details. Bo was shifting all that weight to one hip looking coolly nervous, wearing those black sweatpants several sizes too big, held in place with his weight belt. His massive truck-wide upper body was newly covered with a stained sleeveless faded blue-gray sweatshirt, the arm openings half-way down to his big waist, showing off those scary black pythons. At least twenty-two inch, Tony calculated and those gigantic paws! Wow this dude could do serious damage. Let's just hope nobody pisses him off, he thought.
"You don't know me" Larry held out his hand fast "the name's Larry" and as soon as Bo made contact with him he heard: don't blow my cover, don't blow my cover, not about that –
"Larry huh?" looking at Jim "I'm thinkin you guys all work together. And you Larry you must be the newbie rookie of this team, am I readin that right?"
"Yeah, more or less" Larry was sweating. He thought, yeah okay, I can settle for that, sure.
"Okay you guys, I guess you settled with Steve in the office so the stage is yours."
"Maybe hoping y'could work with us?" Steve ignored Jim's confused, slightly pissed expression behind him.
"Y'sure y'want some old outa shape mutt like me in your way?" Bo lowered his head, but his eyes stayed on Tony. He could see those thick competition-ready muscles years in making. His eyes traveled up and down that overly developed body, hardly worried that Tony would catch him checking him out. In many ways he was remarkably similar to Jim, maybe an inch shorter at most, slightly larger waist maybe all of thirty-four versus Jim's thirty-two, and his huge chest similar to Jim's forty-six, but shorter boned so his nineteen-inch arms were more dramatic and more rounded than on Jim's tight vascular zero-body-fat frame. But that chest had to be measured, Bo thought. He thought about the two going at each other with measuring tapes and –
"Dude!" Tony looked at him "you are easily the biggest bruiser in this town I ever seen! No wonder the guys were so eager to work out down here and not my shit-hole of a garage."
"Well boys, it don't matter where y'work out" Bo went over and hooked on his lifting belt "all't matters is you work out. Hard!"
"Say amen!" Steve high-fived him.
"Okay then boys, if y'want me stayin then Bo's house Bo's rules..." looking at Tony the most of all four, seeing him already eager to eat out of his hand, the big Italian trying to take it all in fast "that means I coach ya through the lifting routine. And so y'don't think I'm ridin yer ass, if I don't see any of you boys abusing my good nature, I'll let you set your own initial weight amounts. If I'm seein anybody slack off, then I'm gonna start settin'm for you! And that won't be a pretty."
"And if we mess up, if we don't lift to the... um coach's... satisfaction" Tony was scrutinizing Steve and Jim "you two been here before right?"
"Yeah they been" Bo answered for them, taking in Jim's growing panic "what you gettin at? Spit it out!"
"Well when the boys are at my place – "
"Yeah Garage Hilton" Larry chuckled.
"Sometimes y'know if somebody... when somebody..."
"Sheeeyet" Bo shook his head "you boys been doin penalties there too?" and the cat was out of the bag. At least the front paws.
"We kinda do... there, I mean" Larry saw Jim's pissed expression, no I ain't gonna say shit okay?
"Not like anything like that's gonna happen here" Jim answered for all of them, all but strangling Larry with his gaze.
"Why's that Jimbo?" Bo shot a sly wink at Steve, still scrutinizing Tony.
"Can't we just work out? Like normal once? Just for once without all that stupid..." Jim was funny when he was whining.
"Bo's house, Bo's rules" he looked at the group "so here's how I'm gonna be solvin yer pansy-ass worries there Jimbo" he got a piece of paper and tore in into three "you two newbies" handing one to Larry and one to Tony "seein as you two are new to all this" nailing Larry in his glare "you the ones gonna decide – I wanna see ya list three penalties from both of you" turning and carefully gauging Tony's reaction when the blank paper was pressed into his strong grip "ya each write down yer – yer three penalties whatever y'think makes sense for yer group t'do" hesitation from both of them "but okay guys as y'can see this ain't attached garage exposed to the neighbors – all half-ass make-believe chicken shit no offence" Tony's face shifted enough for Bo to catch "and we're all grown up big boys, so Bo here's all curious t'see what's gnawin atcha y'know. So there's no misunderstandings you just go head and knock yourself out – I mean let's see what stupid shit y'come up with what's rattlin around those heads of yours and" Bo grabbed three pencils "and me just for shits'n grins well I'm gonna jot down my own ideas as well."
"Hey no fair!" Jim started protesting loudly "how come I don't – "
"Gotcha!" Bo punched him in the gut, laughing his head off "see? First you say y'don't wanna and now you be the one wantin t'make the list. Jimbo you got your head all turned inside out, anybody ever tell you that?"
"Not in the last half-hour no" Steve smirked at him.
"Fuck you Cumbreath!"
"You wish!" Steve looked at Tony "Jim here wants you t'put that on your list, right Jimbo?"
"If you think that's what Bo here got in mind then happy to oblige" Tony made a big show of scratching out a line and writing like crazy "like Bo'd even let that happen though – ".
"You are both totally insane."
"Here" Larry gave his list to Bo, praying he did not read it then and there. After a big melodramatic pause of two long minutes of scribbling and erasing, Tony did as well.
"Okay boys, here how it works" Bo pulled his ragged torn sweatshirt up and over his head, big melodramatic moment of revealing even more of those over-developed muscles more exposed than covered with a white string tank-top tight over his all-but-naked torso "anytime I think one of you boys screw up yer set, or came in under what you said you were gonna lift, so it's all fair n'all we all vote on which list to pick from, got it?"
"I sure wish I coulda made a list" Steve gave a big toothy grin to Jim.
"I bet you do, I bet you do Bearbreath!"
"Okay how about we get this show started Mack" Tony looked to Bo.
"Mack?"
"Yeah, short for Mack Truck."
The guys took a collective gulp of air expecting the goliath to get pissed. Instead Bo tossed his head back and roared,
"Mack! Yeah I like that!"
All four – five including Bo – guys were in good shape or so they thought. Bo soon had them wishing they had kept their butts at home. He set up four stations with different exercises, and had them rotating from one to the next with barely a break between, the odd man out had to keep busy with sit-ups while the next station cleared. It was a good ten minutes of non-stop hell. And Bo was enjoying putting them through the wringer.
"Damn! A break already!" Steve groaned, his hair plastered with sweat, huffing and puffing like a chain smoker.
"You some kind of drill sargeant?" Tony grunted between curls.
"I'm your... bogey-man... gentlemen" Bo grunted between pull-ups, impressive for such a big guy, but man did his arms fill out even more "welcome to Bo Hell!"
The first one to collapse was Steve, no surprise there thought Jim.
"You were gonna do all ten but looked like only eight, am I wrong?" Bo rubbed his head while everyone else finished their current exercise. They saw the picture fast! Bo would keep making them do more and more until the first guy dropped out. Only then could they earn a break. Wicked evil slave driver he was.
"Thanks Steve" Larry was bent over, gasping for air "y'saved my ass."
"Maybe not" Jim was pulling waters from the coolers "how much we owe you for the extras?"
"It's all included..."
"Speaking of included in the cost" Steve looked around "no one-eyed friend tonight huh?"
"Shut UP!" Jim barely let him finish the question.
"Y'want me t'add him to the party?" Bo went over to the camcorder in the corner.
"Shut up Steve! No he don't!"
"No that's fine Mack" Tony was taking it all in "we don't need that on!"
"Fresh tape and everything!" Bo changed the tape "y'just say the word" making sure it was in fact still recording.
"I say we vote on it!" Larry was gulping water as well.
"I say we kick your ass Jizzboy" Jim looked to Tony "right?"
"Tell me again why you do tape some of these... workouts?" Tony caught Bo picking up on his hesitation "the guys mention you once recorded – "
"Wish I could say it was my doing but" Bo ignored the protests and comments around the room "but management in there got some real funky security rules. Insurance liability or some bullshit. I guess some real valuable shit comes through here and – "
"Like what?" Tony felt his nose twitching.
"Y'know usual stuff" looking at him shrugging "drugs, heroin, guns, illegals, Chinese contraband" watching their expressions "usually gets a big laugh, but I guess a roomful of cops don't share my idea of humor, huh?"
"We sure do not" Tony wondered if there was any possibility THIS was what Connors thought he was involved in. But so far none of the guys mentioned anything about organized crime using these facilities. Fuck, it was getting to be all these dudes cared about was getting their rocks off! So Tony appointed himself a task force of one to see if maybe Connors had gotten wind of something about this place. He sure as hell did not want a repeat trip to that phony doctor's office! "so what is in all those boxes?" pointing back to the main room.
"Y'wanna go see? We can start openin'm up and take a look see" making crunching noises getting out of his chair "I'm sure management won't mind us..."
"Okay okay" Tony looked at Steve "but y'don't mind if we talk to Steve in the office there later on do you?"
"Be my guest" Bo laughed "somebody's gotta keep him awake, might as well be you."
"And he'll tell us about the tapes? Like where they end up and – "
"Don't end up nowheres" Bo cut him off "boxes I mean BOXES of'm sitting around here somewhere. Maybe if that lazy bones in their got off his ass and organized them like he always sayin he's gonna but I'm just running my mouth now" turning his burning gaze to Larry looking antsy.
"Well Steve?" of course it was Larry wanting to get Steve back on track "you decide yet?"
"Decide about what?" Steve knew once he picked any piece of paper and read it – or worse did it! – their evening would take a turn for the worse. So far everyone, Bo especially, had been sticking to the script. That first penalty would change everything.
"You know damn well" Jim was next riding his ass "it's showtime, Steve-O."
"I'll decide..." stalling to the last.
"Wait, thought we were all voting..." of course Jim reminded Steve.
"Okay well I'm voting for mine..." Larry started and Steve guessing his would be the raunchiest of the group, now that he figured out he was as big a dickhound as he was. How happy he would be to get the ball rolling as it were.
"And of course I'm voting for mine!" Tony's eyes were on Jim not Steve.
"Bo's list just might be a real education for `newbie' Norton here" Jim stared back at Tony "is what I'm gambling so I vote Bo."
"Lookin like a tie, boys" Bo chuckled, knowing they all fell right into his trap "for once I'll haveta agree with big Jim here."
"Huh? What? No fair!" Steve realized he had been set up "wait!"
"Bo, what's the first on your list?" Tony wanted Bo to spill it. Because once he did, Tony would know if this warehouse was legit or not.
"Read it... to the guys..." Bo's best poker face was priceless.
"Damn this is rigged..." Steve picked up the paper like it was a bomb and began to read "no WAY! Bo!!!" the trap snapped shut with a loud bang.
"Go on..." looking like the spider sitting fat and sassy in the middle of his web.
"Bo... c'mon" but Bo just waved him to continue "it says – Bo wrote this, remember guys this was HIS idea I don't believe it, he says: take twenty cracks of the belt" seeing Bo's lift his thick weight belt "from each guy one after another or until you pass out... or..." looking up at Bo again to see if he was serious "or... convince all the guys to do the next set balls out nekkid!"
"Damn..." Larry the only one to break the long deadly silence "just forget my list..."
"Guys!" Steve looked around "that belt would – I mean especially from you guys! – that would kill me! It would draw blood!"
"Thought we agreed no penalties causing serious damage" Jim glared at Bo.
"We ain't agreed nothing tonight Jimbo" Bo met him stare for stare "but not that you thinkin I got all sadistic shit on my list I don't."
"You don't call that sadistic?" Tony came to Jim's side "huh?" looking Bo up and down "so that's what the scene is here? Man..." Tony locked stares with the big guy "man... Mack... never in a million years take you for a dude eager to get guys outa their clothes, man. What's up with that?"
"Don't matter t'me one way t'other" Bo returned the gaze, a major stand-off forming who would blink first "jus if y'all nekkid I know nobody's stuffin any of all that contraband in their pants, is all."
"Funny, very funny" Tony was not smiling "still seems like it's kinda sadistic – " meaning: seems more than kinda gay!
"Not if Steve here gets all persuasive'n shit with you guys" Bo put his arm around Steve's wet shoulder whispering: chill "and Steve can be real persuasive."
"Fuck I'm all for the belt" Jim laughed, then realized nobody else was laughing.
"Hell I'll drop trou if it means Steve's off the hook" Larry started pulling up his t-shirt. His big hair-dusted belly was poking out before Jim shouted at him.
"Hey! Shit Jensmull you'd strip down even if he didn't, you are suddenly SUCH a horndog" Jim laughed. But Larry stripping naked might be last card to bring down the house.
"I sure ain't gonna beat him bloody – I ain't like that" and there went Larry's t-shirt onto the floor "well?" he saw everyone's eyes on his big round beefy chest "here we go" his hands hesitated at the waistband and turning his back on the ground yanked them and his jock down and stepped out of them. He heard a low whistle from Bo when his round hairy ass was exposed, then remembered Bo had seen it and worse, before. Talk about keeping up the charade, Larry thought. Well, this charade ends when I turn around and they see this! He faced the group, letting his cock chub no longer caring how it might look. He stood there naked and sweating for a variety of reasons. The only guy to meet his gaze was Bo.
"Remind me to have a chat with you Mack" Tony gave Bo a hard look "cause the way that mind of yours works..." and if Tony did not start peeling off his clothes next! That was not in the plan at all! Almost like he was eager to have big Bo check him out. All of him. And when his clothes were no more than a pile on the floor, standing there in his division finalist muscularity, he waited to see if the guys noticed the difference.
"Guys guys GUYS!" but Jim was having none of it "think of what you're doing! Tony! You of all guys! C'mon!" because if Jim's main ally here was so quick to give in, Jim had no one watching his back. One of the main reasons he agreed to have Tony join them, aside from the increasing list of dirt Tony now had over Jim, was hoping his presence would be the brake on anything getting kinky tonight "Tony... not you too? Since when are you so – "
"Looks like you're the odd man out then Jimbo."
"If I give him the strap I don't have to strip, right Bo?"
"Shit Larson, you serious? You'd beat up Steve-O here rather than lose those smelly rags?"
"Well?"
"Guess I never thought of that, but..." Bo shrugged "okay. But..."
"You lose Bearbreath" Jim took the belt Bo unhooked from around his thick stomach. He took the weight bench and bent Steve over his lap after pushing his shorts down to his ankles. Before the chorus of protests became even louder he started bringing the belt down on Steve's bared ass, framed by the straps of his jockstrap. But instead of using his full strength he just landed the belt with enough force to make Steve flinch, not scream in pain. Bo allowed himself a small smirk once the other guys realized they had been hoodwinked.
"So then you and Steve still get to wear your clothes huh?" Larry felt the most tricked. Especially seeing he was going to have his telltale problem hiding his enthusiastic reception of Steve's beating. And now here he was going through the motions of trying to cover his growing problem, his crotch a center of attention. Granted most of the guys had seen his easy arousals before, especially Steve and Jim but Tony was not someone to mess with and that big black Mack Truck gave him the willies! He was trying to minimize the damage but there stood Tony naked and primed, looking even bigger and fuller than the last time, since that fateful Wednesday evening, balls-out naked and eagle-eyed, not letting anything escape his careful scrutiny. He stood full frontal and on display, wallowing in the looks from Bo up and down his thick bared muscles, seeing those eyes return again and again to that long cut sausage hanging from his shaved crotch. Seeing Bo's approving glances, and now that everything was out in the open, Tony almost wished he had shaved his entire body, not just his head and crotch. Like a real professional bodybuilder, not some amateur punk standing there with a hairy butt and even hairier legs. On Larry his hairiness made him look natural and even more naked, on him it just made him look sloppy.
"You were in such a hurry to beat yer friend there" Bo saw Jim help Steve to his feet, the pouch of his jock bowing out "whazzup with that, huh?"
"So can some of us put something back on now?" Larry tried.
"Quit your whining Lar" Steve decided his t-shirt was superfluous at that point but not his shorts, looking around the room. He tossed it on top of Larry's pile, his fullback-wide furry torso catching a breeze, but his jock definitely stayed in place after some serious readjusting "at least that camera ain't on tonight okay?" seeing Jim's shocked nodding at Tony "oh c'mon, Tony ain't born yesterday. Yeah Tony, me and Jim here – oh give it up Jimbo – yeah me and Jimbo here came to do a quiet workout just the two of us then Bo here joins us and yeah, the three of us did the whole naked work-out shit okay?"
"You got a big mouth!" Jim felt the ground beneath him giving way.
"Tony's ass is in the sling as much as ours okay? So like I said we got no cameras, thank our host for that."
"You guys wanna pay t'keep'm off, that's fine by me" Bo started arranging for the next set of exercises "don't matter t'me one bit."
Again they took turns with different stations, the odd man out doing push-ups this time. And this time it was the obviously aroused Larry who caved in first.
"What's the matter Jismboy, all the blood in your cock?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, okay..." Larry looked around the group "well I sure as hell already know what's on my list, and now I know to stay FAR away from Bo's there."
"You can't vote anyway even if you want" Steve almost wanted to get even with him for being the first one to strip down, putting Tony on alert "but I sure as hell think it's time we see what's on YOUR list. I vote for Larry."
"I'm all eager to see what newbie Tony's all about" Bo looked at him "your list."
"Hell, let's see that belt on Jismboy's butt now" Jim chuckled "Bo's list."
"So that leave my vote, huh?" Tony chuckled his sinister chuckle "and even though I'm all for seeing what our host also has in mind for us next, and it would be too easy to go with mine, seeing Larry there naked and throwing a rod like this is all second nature to him – okay Larry, I'm all about seeing what blatant shit's on your list!"
"Tony!" Jim was enjoying his clothed state. If Tony's allegiance would not help him then he had to maintain his pecking order the best way he could "what's got into you tonight!" seeing him in no hurry to cover up or hide his interest in growing developments.
"Thanks for the warning" Larry knew he was cornered now, his sexual tastes out in the open, avoiding Tony's reaction "I'm hoping you've seen worse" he handed his list to Bo, too chicken to read it himself "Bo, you read it."
Bo's eyebrows went up and up as his eyes went down the list, then he turned to Larry "okay just so we're clear here guys..." again returning to Tony "Larry here thinks it's time for everything to spill out in the open like, that's right Larry?" getting a shy nod from him "okay then here we go gentlemen. What Larry here wrote – hell ALL the things he wrote" narrowing his eyes at the whole group "well ain't no way t'sugar coat this guys – this is plain out-and-out sex shit now" raising his hand as the other three voiced their protests with varying levels of hypocrisy "yeah, Larry here wants to make his first penalty totally sexual y'hearin me? How you dudes feel about that?"
"Tony tell'm to stop this!" Jim's ass depended on his response "c'mon I know you! I know you sure as fuck didn't come here tonight to get into sex shit! I know you! I know you ain't into – "
"Depends on you Mack" Tony cut him off, seeing Jim over the barrel now, praying he would come to his rescue. He knew Jim was deep in this shit after that Wednesday in his garage, and now Larry's story was out in the open. In more ways than one. And as for Steve – well he saw what he was capable of with his son's friend – hell, his sex partner as well, big John. The only wild card here was this big Bo dude, and after all this was his scene, his party. If Larry had the balls – or the stupidity! – to turn this evening into sex shit, then Tony had to nail down what Bo thought of all this and fast "I don't expect you're cool to let a bunch of cops –"
"Cops or no cops, that don't mean shit to me but – "
"But I bet you ain't too keen on all this taking a turn to – "
"Guys like I said don't mean shit to me" he rubbed his beefy paw over his thick belly "so I'm gonna make this so clear y'can see your face in it, hear me? If you're lookin for me t'say stop or not stop I ain't gonna do that. Ain't up t'me what you dudes want to get into. I'm just here t'make damn sure we all on the same page if an when you guys go down that one-way street!"
"Thought this was Bo's house Bo's rule?" Jim was seeing too many wall of defense crumbling now.
"Still is, still is Jimbo" Bo stared him down "so don't be lookin t'me to save your ass from your horndog buddies there!"
"Tony ?" Jim had to make him see sense "come ON!"
"Bo's rules like he says" Tony could see Bo was not going to stop this runaway train. And Tony wanted nothing more than to get to the bottom of this warehouse front fast. Because the whole thing smelled like a front from where he was standing "well Mack are we? Are we cool?"
"Well are we?" Steve also looked at Bo like: we're all cool here Bo, we're vouching for Tony, trust us.
"If yer vouchin for yer friends, if y'think we can all trust each other" Bo narrowed his stare at Steve, the slightest shadow of a wink "then you dudes do what y'want, Bo's house Bo's rules says we're cool."
"Tony c'mon!" again Jim hoped Tony would intervene "no way you're – "
"What you looking at me for? This is Larry's funeral."
"Tony! C'mon! You really gonna stand there and..." seeing he was "damnit Norton! Okay... okay fine" Jim played his last card "then you OWE me big, Norton I mean it!" to which he just shrugged "I take that as a yes. Okay Norton hope you don't regret this! So what'd the little – I mean fat perv write already?" Jim just glared at Tony.
"Well... lemme look again t'make sure I'm reading the right... lessee... yup that's what I read first time" Bo looked around the room "last chance boys..." giving them all a good ten seconds to decide. One by one the contagious mood spread through the room "well okay. First penalty from Larry here and for Larry it seems: strip naked" looking up no longer hiding his crooked grin "well that's already happening, camera rolling on knees blindfolded blow" waiting for the gasp "yup blow one guy group picks til he nuts or til kneeling guy says who it is."
"Larry you really gonna put it out there like that so the whole world sees you're such a total cocksucker really?" Tony asked, little if any scorn in his voice, more curiousity than shock "really? On camera and everything?"
"Well you're about to find out Norton cause you had your chance to blow the whistle on this" Jim looked at Bo "and I just know you got a blindfold around here, right?"
"Larry?" Bo looked at him "y'gonna do this?" seeing him just lower his head "Steve? Jim? Tony?" but none of them would stick his neck out to call it quits.
"Bo, the blindfold" Jim answered for the group.
"Got better'n that" Bo went to one of the cabinets and removed a full leather hood "this should fit."
"Fuck!" from them all, the loudest Larry "damn..." finally finding his voice.
Bo came over and put it on him, snug but fitting. He secured the straps in back of the neck and directed the youngest member of this nervous group down to his knees.
"Hey Larry!" Bo grunted a few inches behind him "Larry!" a bit louder. But Larry's ears were so muffled he never even looked up.
"Y'see he can't hear a lick now either" looking at the three guys as he went over to the camcorder and rolled it into place "remember this was his idea, guys, and nobody said boo, okay? So how we gonna decide..."
"I sure as fuck would shit seein him swinging on your scary tool Bo" Jim laughed "rearrange his tonsils for a week! Not that you'd let yourself get filmed doing anything like that!" looking at Tony the whole time. When he realized Tony was making no move to avoid the camera in spite of his naked and slightly aroused state, Jim just gave up on any help coming from that corner.
"Damn Larson, after that comment you just admitted seeing Mack here naked before, well well Jimbo" Tony shook his head "this gets better and better, but no that's not going to work" Tony shrugged "and sorry Steve, you too. Larry would recognize both of your dicks in a second."
"How you know?" Steve was almost pissed.
"I'm guessing you got the biggest one here, right Mack?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"No maybe about it" Steve saw his point "by a long shot yeah yeah yeah, you're right, we were all naked before" ignoring Jim swearing at him "so then what's wrong with me?"
"He's seen your dick more than once now" catching Bo's reaction and giving him a nod, ignoring Jim's wide eyes "and you got the only uncut dick here. Sorry Steve big giveaway. So that leaves just you and me Larson" Tony looked at Jim.
"Okay then you!" Jim dared him "like I get off on guys swinging – "
"Sorry but my dick would shoot in three seconds" Tony lied "blowjobs always were my weakness."
"Sorry ass bullshit excuse if I ever heard one" Jim wanted to see Tony hang himself bad. And get the noose off his neck fast "perfect way t'pay back on the favor."
"Seriously, he sucks me and I nut, that's all she wrote and I'm outa here" Tony volleyed right back "so it's you Jim!"
"No fair! Then we vote! C'mon guys!" but there was both Bo and Steve raising their hands, something like smug amusement and even lust in their eyes.
"Outvoted Jimbo... again."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then YOU get the hood" Bo's chest swelled out twice his size "and you suck off all of us starting with this!" Bo grabbed his front, displaying his thick dick in the process.
"How did I know?" Tony laughed.
"You are a mind reader" Bo shot a quick look at Steve.
"Well fuck if that's ever happening!" Jim glared at Bo "callin in my favor!" not letting Tony off the hook "Larry here's so eager to play the cocksucker of the group then let him suck on that" pointing at his shaved naked crotch "c'mon Tony, you all eager to – "
"Conference" Tony grabbed Jim dragging him into a corner. No one could hear their argument but the body language did not look like they were agreeing to anything. After several moments Jim broke away from Tony's grasp and lumbered back towards Larry.
"I guess I've done worse, huh?" letting it all hang out. Including his dick out the top of his shorts, his muscled right hand already yanking it to a lengthened impressive state, looking at nobody but Tony. And Tony's growing cock. If there was one thing Jim enjoyed showing off it was his seven inches of cut muscle cock, especially knowing Big Steve over there would just about sell his grandmother to be trading places with Larry down there on his knees. And yeah, watching Tony's reaction to his growing hardon was proof positive as far as he was concerned. However whether he could ever be tricked into doing what they discussed... well that remained to be seen. And now Jim had to do some fast recalculating, just how far either one of them could push the other, what he would and would not do to get Tony's ass in a worse sling. Well the evening was young, and he was counting on a lot nastier things than blowjobs on some of those lists. And as horny as he had been the last few weeks, possibly dropping one load tonight down Larry's eager throat would hardly put a dent in his eagerness to get Tony's ass totally busted. The only thing worrying him was doing this and having a permanent recording of it ending up where? He prayed Bo was right; it just ended up collecting dust somewhere unlabeled and misplaced. So before his conscience caught up with his dick, before anybody said anything he brought his now rock-hard perfect muscled cock to those exposed lips to the largest opening of that hood and pressed forward. Larry opened his mouth as best he could with the constraints of the tight leather and starting sucking that cock like crazy! Right away he could tell it was cut, so it was either Tony or Jim. Judging by the way it swelled and stretched his throat his first guess was Tony, but the shape of the head and those short amateurish jabs instead of long deliberate strokes, he just knew it must be Jim. Then it hit him! Larry could just stay on his knees and damnit! he could suck Jim off! He could have him completely blow his nut right in his mouth, a complete nut-busting blowjob with nobody saying shit. So he decided he would be a fool to pull his mouth away and yell "gotcha Jimbo!" Instead Larry leaned forward, getting as much of that long thick rod slamming deep into his throat and almost down his gut. When it started gagging him Larry responded by letting his trusted right hand drop to his own cock, jacking himself slow and steady. Like anyone would stop that either. A crazy and hot impossible dream come true, the hottest or second hottest – depending on his mood – guy in his mind having to submit to Larry openly and publicly take his load. And there was something liberating and exhilarating about Larry finally letting his shit hang out for all his friends – his hot and horny friends! – to see and know they weren't going to turn him over to Vice anytime soon. Over and over Larry bobbed and gagged on the musclehead's thrusting cock until he slipped into that zone, feeling that cock-crazy glow surrounded him, feeling it radiate out filling the room, the center of the whole world just his hand jacking his dick, his mouth on Jim's dick and everything caught in their force field. He could almost see how they looked, all of the guys hovering over him crouching there on his knees, naked and masturbating for their entertainment, the hard muscles of Jim's ass flexing as he thrust his cock again and again into Larry's passive mouth, how they must be standing around what was going through their heads watching Larry make no pretense of giving that dick his full attention. He started to feel the jabs becoming more erratic and spasmodic, his balls beginning to tighten with Jim's impending orgasm and the best part Jim had no choice; he had to let this play out all the way unable to stop his big straight muscle cock from blowing its load for all to see when suddenly it was yanked out of his mouth fast! Larry knelt there expecting a splash of hot lava to hit him somewhere anywhere! But nothing! He thought he heard muffled loud noises vibrating up through his bare knees but the world seemed to have stopped, all that flesh hanging over his head before that cannon exploded. After what seemed like an hour, Larry reached behind his neck and unfastened his hood and pulled it off. No wonder the fun stopped; they were not alone! And the first person his eyes focused on was
"RICH!"