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 of high school age as well as older males, not to mention family members. 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 hard's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

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(NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family mentioned in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed an interest in hearing more about the character of Pat O'Toole. Although these stories are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the ordeals he had been forced to endure to bring him to that northern crossroads. That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!

Chapter 130

At supper Thursday night big Mike O'Toole looked at his sons, seeing them in a whole different light. Because now he knew Pat was capable of just about anything! Hell, the kid not only let himself get fucked but actually encouraged it! And not just anybody but his own dad. In front of witnesses, cameras, the whole nine yards! And his youngest, innocent little Sean was way way too eager to do things Mike never even dreamed of at Sean's age if just given half a chance. And then Mike, his namesake, his pride and joy! Because it seemed his sports career was hanging in the balance. But the amount of money – the obscene zero-laden gross strings-free amount – they were dangling in front of his son, in front of him as well, was enough to make anybody do anything. He finished his supper and with a cryptic "you guys are worth it" he got into his jacket and headed out the door.

There was a cold nip in the air that night as he walked around the block, debating what to do next. He finally convinced himself no one would be home anyway, so he turned on his heels and headed down the other street, finally stopping at the door of the Guzmans. He rang the bell telling himself no one was home, and was about to leave when the porch light came on and the door opened.

"Well I'll be damned!" Otis Guzman stood there wearing his thick coat "I was just leaving to – "

"If it's a bad time I can come back another – "

"Hell no!" he held the door open wider "I was going to come, I mean I was going – damn! If this ain't the queerest thing ever! Damn I was – shit I was just going to see you!"

"Me?" Mike came into the living room looking around for evidence of... what? "why me?" taking in Otis' recent changed image, shaved head and all "what's with the new...?" nodding at Otis' shiny head.

"Clean look for me since summer but it ain't my ugly mug you gotta see! Mike damnit if you promise to keep that mouth of yours shut I damn well I mean just take a look'n see THIS!" and Otis rummaged around in a desk piled with loose papers and bills until he found a small envelope. When Mike saw it his dinner almost came up "what the hell kinda shit is this O'Toole?" and Otis' polished dome was not Mike's main focus any more.

"Look... Otis..."

"Read it! Tell me if it makes sense to you cause I sure as fuck... read it!"

Mike took the envelope and opened it, finding the same folded index card inside,

"Look Otis, I don't know any more about this than – "

"Read it O'Toole" and Otis sat down. His six foot five frame barely fit into the small chair. He watched Mike's face for some kind of explanation "well?"

"Look I don't understand it either okay?"

"You know about this?"

"Yes and no, okay?"

"You know this Krowshee guy?"

"I've... met him... yeah."

"He make you – I mean you never like you NEVER EVER agreed to any shit like this did you? C'mon we're neighbors! We got wives! Families and there's just no way no fuckin WAY I can see you..." Otis took the piece of paper back from Mike's hand. As he did Mike could not help notice how huge that hand was. Hell, everything on that guy was large. Like somebody who should have played professional basketball not be driving trucks for a living "your name and... damn three? Three other dudes I know from shit, they want you and – "

"I... shit... okay I admit I... I mean I got a note something like that too okay?"

"Like what the fuck yours say? They want you to... damnit actually fuck –"

"Worse okay?"

"But you ain't damnit you ain't homo or – "

"Nobody is okay?" Mike dropped onto the sofa next to him "that's the whole POINT okay? What kinda sick conquest for them if these guys already did – "

"But this shit is totally SICK okay? I mean really REALLY sick! You would never do shit like – "

"There's... money involved. A LOT of money okay?"

"They wave money in your nose too? How much?" they two finding a safer topic suddenly. Two guys like Mike and Otis could not talk homo sex shit but boy when it came to money that was entirely different. The two began to exchange figures and when they both realized they were in the same ballpark they whistled "this can't be real!"

"It is, okay? It's like totally one hundred percent real. And two hundred percent dangerous, okay? And three hundred percent wrong, okay?"

"So why the fuck you show up here tonight? They tell you bout what's on my list?"

"Hell no!" Mike rubbed his face "it's...you see..." Mike had trouble meeting his gaze. Otis Guzman up to this point had been little more than a neighbor to exchange lawnmowers or snow blowers with. Once he made the mistake of playing a little one-on-one with him, only to end up going home forty-some dollars poorer. He may have been thinner than Mike but man was he fit! Like zero body fat and toned like Otis never left the gym. And the stamina of the tall dude was simply amazing. So Mike never made that mistake again. But otherwise they tended to go in different circles. Not that Otis would not drop by from time to time to hang out. Just a neighborhood joe, as far as Mike was concerned.

"It's what?"

"I... I got one of those... those notes as well okay?"

"Huh? And?"

"And that's why I came over tonight."

"To compare notes?" but Otis' eyes were going up and down Mike's front "okay what's on yours? I showed you mine you show me yours" laughing at the double entendre.

"It's... complicated okay?"

"What does yours want you to do? Or me to do? Cause you sure as fuck ain't tying me up and – "

"DAMN! No nothing like that..." Mike regretted coming over now that he read Otis' note "maybe I better go. Just burn it and forget it okay?" and Mike got up to leave. As soon as he was on his feet they both heard someone coming through the front door. Shaking the cold off him was someone Mike did not recognize.

"Bout time you got home" Otis said to the high school? – college-age? – guy coming in and looking at Mike like... Mike felt a weird shiver. When Otis realized Mike had no idea who he was he started,

"This is Paco" Otis also got up "Paco, this is – "

"Is this him?" Paco's eyes narrowed "you Kruoytzer?"

"No!" Mike took the moment to take in the young guy. He was anywhere from late teens to mid twenties but the way he was almost too wide to make it through the doorway, he could have been much older. It was only his thin goatee trying to make him look older that gave Mike the idea he was still young.

"This is Paco my nephew, my sister's kid, Paco Perrez, he's transferring to Central hoping to..."

"Football I hope" Mike held out his hand to the young pile of muscle. The guy was easily past two fifty and once he had his coat off, Mike could tell little of it was fat. The kid was simply huge! Like competitive body-builder huge!

"Frank, Paco whatever" they exchanged grips "just not Francisco, that's what mom calls me when..."

"When you transferred?"

"Beginning of the year" looking at his uncle "Tia home?"

"No she's working tonight remember?" Otis decided to drop the bomb "Paco this is... Michael O'Toole from down – "

"You the guy in the note? YOU?" Paco gasped "how? I mean what? What are you – "

"You showed him that note?" Mike almost lost it "how old is he?"

"Hey I'm eighteen okay? But what the fuck?" his drive to the kitchen looking for supper was halted fast "you know about this sex shit?"

"I can't believe you showed him that!" Geez Otis!"

"You saw what it said!" Otis tried to explain.

"You really would do that?" Paco looking back and forth between the two adults "dudes don't do that kinda shit in real life!"

"I wish that were true..." Mike headed for the door "sorry I came over, sorry you got one of those" nodding at the note still lying on the table "maybe we should just forget I was – "

"Would you do it?" echoing in the harsh silence "like no WAY you would actually..." Paco blurted out, dropping Mike dead in his tracks "I mean, that shit about being tied up and..." seeing Mike in the flesh was giving Paco a major case of the spins. When his uncle showed him the note, Paco thought it was a joke. At least until he started hearing shit in guarded whispers at school. And after what happened in the locker room last Thursday, he had to reexamine all his preconceptions about what guys did with guys. He expected the Mike O'Toole in the note to be some wimpy little maricon or dude wearing a dress or something just as fruity, but now seeing this beefy dude in their living room he could not believe this was the guy! "it's gotta be a mistake Tio! Cause this can't be the guy!"

"I'm the guy, okay?"

"He got a note too okay Paco?" Otis shook his head.

"What did yours say? No way it kinky shit like – "

"It was worse okay? And no I ain't telling you about it okay? I gotta go" and Mike's hand was on the doorknob when he heard,

"Thinking we're both in the shit, huh O'Toole?" from Otis.

"Huh? What?"

"My guess is Paco here is in the same mess as what? It's one of your sons they're blackmailing?"

"They ain't blackmailing them, it's – " Mike hesitated.

"Them?" Paco coughed "you got two kids in this sick mess? Man" Paco looked at his uncle "cause they sure as fuck blackmailing me okay?"

"They're blackmailing you?"

"If I don't..." looking at his uncle "if WE don't... shit I mean, they're threatening to send me back to the island okay?"

"Dominican Republic" Otis explained "until his adoption is finalized next month, Frank's, Paco's situation is kinda... y'know..."

"They threatening you with deportation?" and Mike closed the door "that's not legal!" but knowing nothing that had happened to him or his sons so far could even remotely fall in that category.

"That's the least of it okay?" he puffed out his chest "they're saying I flunked the test for steroids. And that's a total crock!"

"But that's something your coaches could make stick... if they wanted too, huh Paco?"

"No shit!"

Mike looked at him then at Otis,

"Yeah I think we're in the same boat. They got us all by the balls..."

Paco and Otis stepped into the other room, leaving Mike trying to overhear their whispered conversation. If he caught every tenth word it was the most his grasp of Spanish could handle. But it was too soft and fast and so full of slang words Mike could only guess by the heated tones their conversation was tense at best. But the two words he did catch were "Miguel" and "Patricio". It did not take long before Otis returned,

"I don't know how to begin..."

"Well what have..." Mike looked at big tall Otis. He had a real good feeling he knew exactly where he was coming from, the guy not ever ever put in a position like this before "this must be difficult for you..."

"You would never agree to this, forget we had this talk!"

"But Tio!" Paco was the one who had the most to lose "Mister O'Toole!"

"Call me Mike, okay?"

"My uncle would never embarrass himself or you by coming right out and asking, by actually..."

"You want to know if I would..." Mike looked back and forth, trying to figure out which one was most mortified.

"All I ask is that you just consider it, that is the most..."

"I have already considered okay?" Mike knew it could only get worse "and I still came over here, remember?"

"But that was before you..."

"I still don't know what your note wants" nodding at Paco's direction "does your nephew know all it says?"

"I only know you were one of three names mentioned. And I know we could no WAY those names on the list – "

"Yeah seeing Police Chief Tucker's name there was a total kick in the gut!"

"You think seeing Mister Rolfberg name there was..."

"Isn't he like a Minister or something?" Paco shuddered "even if he agreed... ugh!" because they all knew the man was like sixty or something and as reprehensible both physically and psychologically as anyone they knew. He had brought much negative attention to his church by his bigoted campaigns against every minority they could think of. His current crusade was against unwed mothers, for crissakes!

"Funny how that kinda singles me out, huh?" Mike felt something like empathy for those two. He always knew Otis was an okay guy, trustworthy and friendly. But this?

"At least just think about it okay?" Paco looked at the two adults "please okay? Just..."

"All the note said was me and what? And..." not bringing himself to say it out loud "for one hour" Mike shook his head "but an hour of what?"

"I got a hunch it's like sick kinky sex shit, okay?"

"Yeah, that's a real fair assumption" Mike chuckled, but it was a bleak and dark chuckle "well..."

"But your own son! You would never agree to that? Your own flesh and blood! No way! Cause for you to even think about just yourself – man that's so wrong not someone like you! For you to even think about that – man Mike that's so disgusting! And on top of it involve your son! He's your – "

"Like Frank here – okay Paco – he ain't your flesh and blood?"

"Tio..."

"Like just the idea of y'know sex between you two" Mike could not even imagine such a thing between two such mismatched guys, even if they were related.

"Or you and your son!" Otis shook his head "such things are beyond wrong. They are... impossible!"

"You mean physically?" Mike looked at Paco "or morally?"

"So just think about it" Paco grabbed Mike's arm "but I cannot imagine someone like you..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You are strong" the grip on Mike's bicep was tight, gauging his muscle "and too... I do not know the word, to even consider such physical y'know sex stuff" seeing his uncle's gaze "okay okay I apologize."

"Good night Mister O'Toole" Otis knew the longer Mike stayed the more his nephew would grind him down.

"I have already thought about it" Mike grabbed Otis' bicep instead. It was smaller but if not harder at least tighter "remember I did come over here tonight, remember?"

"That means you'd even think – "

"Paco! Enough!"

"You are over a barrel, you know he is" seeing Otis now starting to cave.

"But not knowing I mean not because you... Mike I cannot believe you were thinking... impossible you came here thinking... sexual things..." Otis was shaking "I cannot even bring myself to say such things."

"You really thought about it?" Paco saw something like a sliver of hope "and...?"

"And..." Mike rubbed his hands together "and damn..." but he reached into his pocket and called a number "Mike?"

"Fuck..." Paco looked at his uncle "damn, no way he's gonna actually do it!"

"Mike yeah it's me... say..." sitting back down on the sofa "by any chance is Pat home? He IS?" not what he was expecting. When Mike answered the phone the thought of involving him crossed his mind. For maybe a half-second. But after what had happened between him and Pat, and hearing Pat's name mentioned in that hushed conversation, he thought maybe Pat would "Pat? Yeah hi it's me... um... what are doing tonight? You finished? You going out? No?" looking at the expression on Paco's face, seeing something like panicked desperation "I... um... I need to call in a favor Patrick. Yeah... I'm not gonna lie this is a big one, okay? Yeah bigger than that okay? Let's say you can name your price okay? Yeah that big okay? Okay..." Mike rubbed the sweat off his face "I'm over at the Guzmans, yeah Otis' place, you know where... yeah, meet me here okay? Like as soon as you can okay? No it's not bad... it's... important okay? Okay five minutes fine" and Mike hung up.

"Your son? You really would involve your own son...?" Otis' face was somewhere past shock. Or awe.

"Ain't no different from how your nephew is involved okay?" Mike stood up and went over to stand next to Paco, letting his hand settle on that Hulk-sized shoulder "and the same way you would do anything to get him out of this mess, am I right?"

"Of course!" Otis looked at their relative sizes. His nephew may have been a few inches shorter but where his neighbor was solid and thick, his nephew was like something seen only in magazines or movies. And if he managed to survive this, Paco's future was limited only by... by nothing! His athletic career was going to put the Perez name – Paco's last name – on everyone's lips. Otis knew one way or another their family would be famous beyond his wildest imaginings. But how could they do this without his career being permanently ruined? "just as you want your son to be..."

"He already is..." Mike shook his head "but this one here, how much you weigh?"

"I dunno" Paco looked at the two "maybe two fifty two sixty?"

"Closer to two eighty I'm thinking! And these guns? How big are they?"

"My arms?" if he didn't actually flex them under Mike's hand "eighteen? Nineteen?"

"I'm thinking way past twenty! And on a young kid like you that's amazing! Hell mine were eighteen at my peak and – "

"They are at least that now" and then it was Paco's turn to feel up Mike's arm. Otis seeing that brought a strange lump to his throat. They continued to discuss Paco's development and chances for the future for hardly enough time for the doorbell to ring. Otis answered the door.

"Hi wow, look at you!" Pat took in Otis' recently shaved head "Mister Guzman is my dad here?"

"Yes come in... Patrick right?"

"Pat...oh hi dad. So what's the big crisis? I mean you sounded – holy COW!" Patrick's eyes came to rest on the huge dude standing next to his dad "wow who are YOU?" his eyes traveling a bit more than he could help.

"This is my nephew Francis—"

"Paco okay?" extending his hand. The two shook with Pat actually wincing "you are Patrick, huh?"

"Pat, just Pat okay?" his eyes almost bugging "dude like you just passing through between Mister Universe contests or something?"

"No..." Paco laughed "I live here now with Tio – my uncle, okay?"

"You going to the college – "

"No transferred to Central, a senior – "

"No fuckin way!" looking at his dad "sorry oops, sorry Mister Gusman!"

"Otis okay?" shaking his hand next. Pat took in the size of that hand, then those huge shoes. A weird shudder ran down his spine "so dad what's this about? You said this was serious..."

"Serious like..." Mike decided it was too late with Pat to beat around the bush "like Sunday, okay Pat? Like what happened at – "

"WHAT?!?" Pat jumped like he was bitch slapped "what?"

"They're... also..."

"No fu—no way!" Pat looked at Paco "no way a huge dude messed up in... huh? No way shit – sorry, stuff is happening at Central too? Not like..." looking at his dad "y'know like that!"

"So what are you?" Paco eyed Pat up and down "track? Baseball?"

"I get that a lot. No wrestling!"

"Pat and my other son Mike... Mike junior are both wrestlers at West."

"And they got you doing sex shit there too?" Paco let the words just tumble out.

"Huh? What? What did you tell them, dad?" Pat felt betrayed and totally outed.

"He didn't say boo" Paco raised his hands to calm the yelling "we guys at Central we're starting to hear..."

"What... guys?" Pat was on high alert now.

"The..." looking at his uncle "I'm gonna tell him okay? They got the guys, some of the bigger seniors on the football team... like especially the offensive line okay? Doing sex shit okay?"

"WHAT?"

"And we hear it's not just us okay? Like the football teams at East and West in on it too. But you say you're a wrestler??"

"What about it?" waiting to hear the slur about how all wrestlers were fags to begin with.

"Damn... even wrestlers now..." Paco looked at his uncle "Tio this is much bigger than we thought."

"And uglier!" Mike nodded his head.

"Damn say that again!" Pat could not keep his eyes off that Paco hulk "but no way I can't believe they got you doing half the stuff..." seeing panic on his dad's face "okay okay, so what the hell am I, I mean my dad, what are we doing here tonight? What is this all about?" he looked at Paco's nervous face, then at Mister Guzman, the tallest in the room looming over them all like some chaperon from hell "oh... fuck..." because Pat could smell their unspoken confirmation. They just told him they were involved and Pat's sixth sense was so clear now it was scary "okay, don't say it! Just tell me if this sounds about right, if this rings any bells. You" jabbing Paco in the chest, not hard enough to be a challenge but enough to feel those thick pecs like steel plates "they are waving some kind of scholarship in your face, no I got it okay? They're making some kind of wild promises of college and what? Major league football – NFL? You shitting me?" waving his father's objections away "NFL? They're promising you a NFL draft if you what? I imagine they have enough pics of you already, in and OUT of clothes to fill a whole WAREHOUSE, huh? And with guys on your team for starters, am I right? Advanced to blow jobs yet? Yeah, but the butt-fucking they're saving for... oh fuck..." looking around the room "that's it huh? We're here to do the nasty? Paco? Is that it?"

"Damnit how you know about any of this?" Paco was pissed but also totally taken by surprise "who was it? That damn Dammon has a big fucking mouth!"

"Nope I never talked to anybody – I don't even know anybody at Central okay? Wait!" talking over Paco's questions "I'm starting to get an idea how these dudes work, okay? Does the name Kruisay sound about right? How about Sorin? Those names..." seeing the expression on Paco's face "bingo! Well has Kruisay been paying housecalls here too? Or just at school? Getting dudes to do anything, him watching or even..." nailing his dad in his gaze `participating as well? Yeah dad, Sunday was just the tip of the iceberg okay?"

"What is this Sunday you keep talking about?" Otis was both alarmed and a bit curious.

"Sex shit, heavy sex shit okay?" turning his gaze to Paco "so if one or two dudes exchanging blowjobs is the worst they got you doing, count your blessings cause it's gonna get a lot worse, okay?"

"It's true then huh?" he looked at his uncle "some guys... I mean rumors some of the guys are actually... y'know doing the real deal... like you know up the butt and..."

"So coming back to why we're here" Pat looked at his dad "why ARE we here exactly? Why am I here to be more to the point? Huh dad?"

"I'll let Otis explain" his dad was getting a case of cold feet, now he could see the four of them together and what that would probably mean.

"Here" and if Otis didn't hand Pat that damned note. Pat read out loud,

"You must contact Mister Michael Otool" Pat noticing the misspelling right away. Something he had seen a few times before. Like it took much imagination to know who wrote this. He could almost hear Kruisay's accent "before week ended. You convince Otool and one son and one person known to Otool to submit both to you and your nephew for the span of two hours. Location" and it gave an address Pat did not recognize.

"Two hours of what?" Pat looked at his dad "you and me both gotta do what exactly? And who's the third guy? Dad, somebody you know already involved in this?"

"Yes... but..."

"Who?" Pat ran a list of names through his head but it came up Kruisay or Farbersten over and over "I know him? Who is – "

"The question is: what?" Mike looked at his son "look Pat, there's no way this is something I cannot force you to do and still live with myself, okay?" looking at Otis "I mean I have to assume it's gonna get – "

"None of us can assume – can force anybody to do... okay?" Otis looked at his nephew "no matter what we are being threatened with, you understand?"

"What are they threatening you with, like what exactly they want you to do, dude?"

"They're threatening..." Mike cut in "to send Paco home, to deport him okay?"

"That's insane! No way! Where?"

"Dominican Republic" Paco looked at his uncle.

"Funny you don't look like a baseball player!"

"And you don't look like a wrestler!" Paco gave Pat a punch. A friendly punch. Because if he had wanted that shortstack of muscles could have sent Pat flying.

"I could take you!" Pat tried, but even he could not help but laugh "yeah with ten guys, maybe."

"What are we going to do Tio?" Paco looked at his uncle "I don't want to be forced to..."

"Where is this place?" Pat read the note "somewhere on Howell. That's down by the river, right?"

"It's industrial down there, I don't know why they..." Otis' shoulders sagged with worry.

"Then I'm thinking we got no choice but... y'know t'go check it out!" Pat looked at Paco "you game?"

"I am not gay!" it came out like a gush of fear and resignation both.

"Not gay, game! Are you game? Are you wanting to check it out, is what I meant, geez."

"You would do this? Are you gay?" Paco looked at Pat then his father "I'm sorry, that's a stupid – "

"Not stupid" Pat looked at his dad "I would have to say a very firm: I don't know! Right now so much is going on and..." my dick seems to be the center of too much attention, Pat almost said "I guess it depends on who's asking really. And who's holding the noose. So you asking?"

"I am" Paco was not menacing, just insistent.

"Well your answer is we need to go check this place out" Pat shrugged at his dad "maybe that will answer your question, okay? Deal?"

"You would do this? Serious?"

"Maybe some day I have you return the favor" Pat slugged him in the arm, then shook his fist "oww! Man you wearing a flak jacket under that sweatshirt?" and laughed seeing Paco's confused expression "so dad I thinking the same thing you're thinking. Like c'mon we're already in too deep not to at least check it out."

"Pat this is serious now. Things could get..."

"I think I could handle it" making a point of looking between Otis' and Paco's pants "but it's you I'm worried about. I still ain't convinced you could."

"Can I have a moment to talk with...?"

"We'll be in the car" Paco announced like it was already decided.

"Pat!" Mike nodded towards Otis' kitchen "a word!"

"Fine" following his dad, seeing what he though was Otis also getting into his coat "look dad – "

"Pat I cannot make you do this okay?" Mike nailed Pat backwards, both hands on the wall trapping him "I mean after Sunday..."

"This time it's not about Mike I get that dad" Pat felt the heat between them "and honestly it's not about keeping Paco from getting deported either, huh?"

"Well... yeah."

"It's really about us, right? Like what almost happened back at school, right?"

"Pat! I almost fucked you when – "

"Not almost dad" Pat almost smiled "you were half-way in me! Okay? You are suddenly like almost cool with all this – "

"And what if that Kruisher guy had not pulled us apart? What do you think if I just continued fucking you like a – "

"Damn dad..." Pat looked down at the lump in his pants "that answer your question? Just thinking about you in me... I don't gotta spell it out okay? That would be..."

"But could you handle it? I mean..."

"Emotionally, yeah. Physically? I don't think so... unless..." Pat allowed his crotch to rock forward until it was rubbing against his dad's. When his dad did not pull away Pat went for broke "but you know a part of me wants to find out, okay?"

"Okay that... this" Mike rocked forward as well until they were grinding slowly against each other enough to communicate what words could not "answers that. Now about those two" nodding at the front door closing "that's a whole different situation."

"Let me ask you dad, how would you handle seeing either one of those black bazookas opening my ass?"

"You gotta be so explicit?" still their crotches rubbing ever so slowly.

"Huh dad? Would you freak seeing that happen?"

"But they would kill you! You know they gotta be packing serious..."

"At least as big as this" rubbing his dad's hardon "maybe bigger, okay? And yeah, if we gotta deal with them for two hours I expect getting dicked is the least" the lightbulb went off! "what about you?"

"What if they want you to..." spit it out Pat! "what if it's your ass!"

"But you dad!"

"Would..." Mike was having the same thought "would you lose all respect for me if... if... if that happened?"

"Would you? Could you? I mean dad you don't get fucked!"

"Answer the question! Would you be able to ever look me in the eyes if I let them fuck me in my ass?"

"Same goes for me" Pat grabbed his dad in a bearhug "but now it's time we take that ride dad."

"You sure?"

"Yeah maybe yeah sure maybe" and as they suspected, there was a car out front waiting for them.

"Well let's go at least take a drive" Mike looked at Otis behind the wheel, suddenly realizing he was the weak link in all this. Like Mike was one to let himself appear the big wimp "well I guess us two can do that for Paco, at least okay?"

"First let's check this shit out" Otis put the car in gear "we're doing this" at his nephew in the rearview mirror, before I change my mind and come to my senses, he said to himself.

"I forgot to piss, hold on a minute – "

"Hold it til we get there" Otis had turned the corner, on the road and in his mind as well. Now he was determined to see this through. Because if someone was going to be responsible for crashing this plane he would not be the one caught in the hot seat.

"Huh? What?"

"Hold it" Otis looked at Mike "maybe that's part of what – "

"Look I never agreed to anything like... y'know piss stuff or..." Mike gave Otis a weird look.

"Well if you're serious – both of you! serious about going through with this..." he saw Pat's nervous look in the rear-view mirror as well. Otis was waiting and maybe hoping for Mike to be the one to start wavering and get him off the hook "okay then we should start the two hours right... now" Otis reared up to his full height, hoping to push Mike to cave first "what's it gonna be?"

"Fuck okay we're in" Mike looked at Pat expecting him to contradict him. But Pat just sat in the back ignoring the looks from Paco.

They sat there in Otis' truck, Paco and Pat in the back and Mike next to Otis up front all running various scenarios through their brains They had barely cleared the first stop light before it started.

"So you and your dad..." Paco nodded at the front seat.

"What about us?"

"You done... uh... like you two... um you ever do sex shit before? Like together? Like with each other?"

"You're gonna find out once, I mean if we ever get to that place, I mean if it exists and all that" but Pat had difficulty keeping his eyes off that huge figure next to him. In his padded coat he looked like something that should be flying over a Thanksgiving parade.

"But the idea... y'know..." Paco was shooting looks between him and his dad "like just the idea..."

"You never...?" nodding at Otis.

"Fuck no!" Paco sneered "he's like my uncle okay?"

"They never called him in to school to – "

"Patrick!" Mike cut him off.

"What for?"

"No reason" Pat's eyes kept returning to Paco. And especially Paco's pants. He did it once too often.

"Bet the idea... y'know... you and your dad" Paco was warming up "that gets you maybe a little cranked don't it?"

"My dad's a... um... y'know you can see he's a hot guy, don't you think?"

"If I was into guys..." Paco ignored his uncle's eyes in the rearview mirror "which I ain't! But I uh... why I get the idea y'can't wait to do nasty shit with your own dad, right?"

"Um... er... well maybe..."

"Like I bet just thinking about it... gets you all hot, right?" Paco decided it was time. He looked around seeing they were already downtown "bet you got a big hard just thinking about it, huh?"

"When, if we get there you'll see then."

"No! Right now!" Paco was ready "lose the pants – "

"What No!" from about six directions.

"And your underwear. Right here right now!"

"Frank!" Otis yelled from the front "we're out in public here!"

"Do it! You two both agreed two hours anything we say, right?"

"Once we get there maybe. Maybe and we see what this place – "

"No starting now, right Tio?"

"Well..." Otis caught Paco's expression in the mirror and when they got to the stoplight he gave Mike his full attention "damn I guess you did agree, remember? You did agree to anything remember?" seeing Mike looking everwhere but at Otis. When he heard rustling noises from the backseat he turned to see Paco's expression and then his son's.

"I guess maybe you could... could say we did" Mike shrugged "but nobody wants to get arrested, if somebody sees us out here" and Otis picked up on that "us" right away.

Paco looked at his uncle and saw the slightest nod,

"Okay strip Pat. Now! In front of your dad in front of Tio now!" Paco turned sideways to watch. Pat caught his dad's slightest shrug and knew it was starting, out here in the bright downtown streets waiting for the light to turn green. He reached down and unbuckled his belt then opened his jeans, being forced to raise his hips up to tug both his pants and shorts down past his knees. When he sat back down, looking at the other cars to see who might have seen, he heard "fuck yeah. Tio, he's totally boned already! And y'oughta see the bone on this kid!" Paco's eyes were all over Pat's naked crotch, his ten inches of hard meat bobbing in time to his heartbeats. When Pat started a slow jacking Paco pulled his hands away "get me hard now!" he pointed at his own crotch "with... with your... mouth!"

"Frank! Paco! We don't want to get arrested! People can see us!" his uncle cleared the light and was heading for the river fast. They were maybe five minutes away by his reckoning.

"That's the idea and no we won't get arrested. Now kid!" the sound of Paco's zipper coming down was louder than the traffic. Pat looked at his dad to see his reaction, expecting him to object, but damn if he was not staring at Paco, or rather his gaping fly. Paco grabbed the back of Pat's head and shoved him down into his crotch. Between his fingers digging around in his fly and his tongue running through those damp pubes, Pat managed to flip his bare cock out the fly and begin sucking life into it. It was fat! crazy fat! and uncut with a narrow tapered torpedo for a head, maybe five inches at most, six including the foreskin "my balls now, get my balls out! Damn so glad I went commando tonight!" as he felt Pat tug and tug until one and then both of his nuts came out his fly. By that point Paco had unsnapped his jeans so his pants were gaping open. And when Pat's mouth returned to his cock, nature took over "oh yeah oh yeah suck me suck my lob!" thrusting his crotch up into Pat's mouth as he began to gag with the growing problem. Because Paco's cock did not lengthen so much as just fill out sideways even more. By the time Paco felt the car come to a stop, his cock had reached its full seven inches of length and at least seven inches in circumference at that fattest thickest part of his shaft. But it was that pointed fleshy head and loose foreskin that was causing Pat to gag and wretch each time Paco shoved Pat's face down into his crotch.

"Paco!" Otis turned around to see what was happening in the back seat. Now that the car was stopped he could give them more than hurried glances in the mirror "we're here okay? Put it away before somebody sees" tearing his eyes away from seeing his nephew getting a blow job. Something he had never seen before, only suspecting what he had to work with from brief glimpses in the bathroom. But judging by the sounds coming from his bedroom all hours of the day and night, he knew he had one seriously oversexed teenager under his roof. Now seeing him thrusting his crotch up into that blond kid's face "okay! Put it away Paco! Get dressed!"

"You think it's big now huh?" Paco lifted Pat off his cock, letting the two in front get a better look. He made a point of skinning it a few times, showing it off for maximum benefit "just wait til we get inside! Man two hours of – "

"Pat cover up!" Mike barked "we're going in" tearing his eyes off the two half-naked and fully aroused guys in the back seat. He turned to see any movement around the warehouses but it was dimly lit and semi-abandoned. He looked from building to building, seeing all the trucks and semis parked everywhere, guessing they were in some trucking or distribution center. But the only sounds were distant boats on the river a few blocks beyond the open area where the road sputtered to a gravel dead-end.

"Or not" Otis looked at his nephew then at that long white dick shining from Pat's crotch "lose the pants."

"Huh? What?" from Pat as well as Mike.

"Completely off. The pants and your shorts underneath too! But leave your shoes on. I'm guessing lots of broken glass around here."

"C'mon Otis somebody could see us!" Mike scanned the parking area again, almost hoping for somebody to show up, car lights to come on, anything.

"You heard the man!" Paco stuffed himself back into his pants but left his fly open. The last thing he wanted was to get his bone caught in the zipper at this point in the evening "take'm off! Do it!"

"Dad...?" Pat was not expecting this. He tried to look around but now the windows were steaming up bad.

"Dad... hmmm" Otis looked over at Mike then "nice sound of that "let's see how alike you two really are."

"What?" Mike looked at him.

"You too!" Otis barked in a tone Mike had never heard before "like your son back there! Pants and underwear! Off!"

"No not out here!"

"Do it!" Otis growled, two octaves lower now "Can't believe I'm saying this but I gotta see how serious you are about this Mike! If you would really serious agree to two hours anything we say..."

"Can we wait at least until – "

"Now!" Otis was in drill sergeant mode now "if you are serious then don't make me say it again or it will only get worse!"

"Fine okay..." and then it was Mike's turn to unbuckle his belt and start opening his pants. They were also around his legs when he heard,

"Paco get a look at this!" and if Otis didn't grab Mike right on the cock "dios! You think the son has a big one look at this!" Mike was too busy struggling trying to get his pants over his shoes to stop Otis from mauling his cock. Even when Paco bent forward over the seat and whistled,

"They both got serious pingas, wow, maybe we really gonna do some shit with those" then looking back at Pat who had finally finished yanking his pants free of his other shoe "you know you hung like your dad? You see this thing before?"

"No" Pat lied, ignoring his dad's expression. Whether it was from Pat's denial or what Otis' hand was doing, or the fact Mike's pants were barely making it over his shoes, he was red and panting by the time they were off.

"You never seen it like this then huh?" Otis hand had gotten Mike as close to rodded as possible in the tight space "Paco look at this!"

"Mio!" he looked at what was sticking out of Mike's now bare crotch then back at Pat "they like twins or something!"

"Okay I'm going inside" Otis opened the car door, flooding the interior in bright light. Mike yelled to no avail "if I'm not back in two minutes, bring them in, just like that!"

"Huh? No!" from Mike. Pat was too busy making sure nothing had fallen out of his pants pockets in the scuffle.

"It's cold out here" Otis almost expecting to see his breath "make sure they both hard when they come in, got it Paco?"

"Yeah! Nasty!" Paco looked at both father and son "wow!"

"Their pants stay out in the car, got it?" and he closed the door and headed for that line of similar warehouses, checking the address on several before he found the right number. He got to the door and tried it but it was locked. He pulled the note out of his pocket again and double-checked the number. He had the right address so he tried the night button. Sure enough it buzzed and then the door was unlocked. He went inside just as the lights came on.

"He's in" Pat announced, a bit too eager for Mike's taste.

"Now look Frank..."

"Paco" he corrected him.

"About the pants, it's not a good idea leaving them out here. I got wallet credit cards – "

"Risk y'gotta take" Paco held out his hand "hand them over!"

"No seriously."

"Now!" if there was something that got Paco hot it was ordering guys around "do it!"

"Dad it's cool" Pat waited for the cardoor to open, with a disgruntled Otis returning to tell them the game was off. Instead Paco finally convinced his dad to pass the bundle back to him. After Paco had hidden both of their packs under the seat he turned to Pat,

"Okay it looks like he ain't coming back. Two minutes are up! Out of the car!"

"Not like this!" Mike protested.

"You're right" he opened his door again flooding the inside with blinding light "get each other hard. Now!"

"No!" Mike knew it was futile.

"It's cold out here" Pat opened his door, feeling the cool air hit him right in his wet nads. But he got out and stood there, one hand covering himself but rubbing it just the same. He was not hard, but long enough to get another whistle from Paco.

"You too! Out!" and Mike slid out of the car, both hands covering himself as he crouched and looked everywhere for the slightest sign of movement. As soon as they were both out and the doors closed, Paco checked to see that the keys were out of the ignition. But in his haste his uncle had left them there, so Paco grabbed them and made sure the doors were all locked with a loud beep that echoed the length of the buildings. He turned back to the two huddled in the shadow of the car "okay grab each other and make sure those hoses are at full mast! Now!" which after more grumbling and less crouching they finally did. Paco came around to their side to watch the blatant display "wow father and son jacking each other's meat. Something you don't see every day! Especially when they both... fuck yeah!" seeing Pat's cock responding to his dad's stroking "keep doing that, your son is... man that thing really grows!"

"It's cold out here" Pat tried, but his cock disagreed. As soon as Mike saw Pat's cock respond his was not far behind. And Paco was alert enough to catch the response, figuring out fast that each of them thought this was very far from gross and disgusting. Man, the two of them actually are hot for each other! Father and son like into sex with each other! Paco did not want to believe this was turning him on as well.

"Wow, that hose gets even bigger wow" and if Paco didn't reach out and give Mike's cock a tug, betraying himself in the process, before his brain caught up with his hand " hey, I ain't gay remember, I ain't gay" but that hand tugged at one then both of their cocks, now hard enough to get another whistle from him "okay let's go. Let's see what this place is all about. Move!" and he grabbed each of their arms and marched them the thirty feet to the door, their bare legs and ass bright under the lights, their two long hard cocks swinging in the breeze. But not deflating a bit.

When Paco got to the door he found it locked.

"Fuck! No way!"

"Try this" and Mike hit the labeled night button. It buzzed and again the door came unlocked "shit that was close" and the three piled in "I would not want to stand out there much longer but damn! It's fucking hot in here" he went down a short hall and then found a room where brighter lights were flooding a large room. But it was less a room than a damn movie stage!

"Compared to outside it – what the fuck?" Paco came through the doorway trying to take it in. It looked like a cross between a movie set and a locker area, with storage shelves and tables everywhere. But dominating the whole room was a giant movie screen against the far wall. And on the screen was a twenty foot image of his uncle Otis and then the three of them as they came into the brightly lit center of the room "what the hell..."

"You know about this, you seen this before, Mike?" Otis came over and if his hand didn't reach out and give that foot-long a coarse tug "huh?"

"Fuck" Mike yanked away from the callous grip "damnit Otis you're the one got that note not me!" but Mike's eyes returned again and again to his image on the screen. Or rather the image of his cock as big as he was. Mike spun around to find the camera but could see where several could have been hidden. As soon as he did they all heard a series of pings coming from a far table. Sitting on it was a small laptop computer with MESSAGE flashing on the screen. Pat came over and joined them as the pinging grew louder and more insistent. Not knowing what to do, and to get his nakedness away from whatever camera he hit Enter.

"Welcome to your evening in the Warehouse. I see Mister Guzman and his nephew and Mister O'Toole as requested but – "

"Who are you?" Otis blurted out.

"Welcome to your evening in" the message began again. Pat shoved his dad aside and typed in: who are you?"

"I am not important" the message resumed. Pat figured out this might be a live feed coming from... where?

"Can you hear us?" he typed.

"Yes"

"Why not respond to voice?"

"This better" is all the screen said.

"But you can see us right?"

"Yes very impressive" the words scrolled across the screen "especially display in parking lot."

Mike gasped and looked around for the camera. He wanted to put a bullet through it now.

"Seven cameras" the screen continued "located all the room I see 4th member to group your son Patrick that right Michael?"

"You know damn well who" Mike said out loud.

"Why are you doing this?" Pat typed.

"Because we can" it responded "now we begin"

"I thought we were the ones in charge here" Otis yelled at the room "what's with – "

"You are completely" the screen continued "anything everything you request must be done by O'Toole father and or son"

"So what's this all about?" Pat typed.

"We are here to make sure you comply if not your refusals all documented"

"We didn't agree to that" Mike yelled at the screen "show yourself!"

"In time"

"And yeah you did" Otis reared up "so we in charge or you?"

"You of course" the screen typed.

"What if we don't go along with your... your um suggestions?" Paco tried to find the cameras as well.

"This" the screen typed. And then they heard echoing voices coming from the screen. Some prerecorded tape began to play that Paco recognized immediately. It was his locker room at school and he and his friend Carlos, the only other Latino on the team, were talking in hushed tones. Paco yelled NO! but that only brought the sound up,

"You ain't gonna do it are you?" Carlos was asking him as he removed his jersey and shoulder pads. His bare chest had none of the definition of Paco's but man was he beefy! Defensive lineman in a big way!

"Fuck no" Paco lied.

"Trust me you sure as fuck don't."

"Why? You did something?"

"You swear to keep your mouth shut? I mean it Perez!" and if he didn't pull down his pants and stood there in his jock, the pouch all pushed out.

"Dude you boning?"

"Worse" and Carlos pulled down his jock, showing Paco his balls and cock both trapped in some large plastic device. The screen returned to a live image of the four of them.

"Mutherfucker!" Paco yelled "where'd you get that?"

"Many cameras we have" the screen scrolled out "you agreed to tonight unless you want wearing that too"

"Paco what is that?" it was Mike who asked.

"Coach... yeah that Kruiser dude threatened unless I play ball with that, my balls are in – "

"They'd make you wear that?" Pat shook his head "really?"

"For starters yeah, the whole season" Paco spat "fuck..."

"You never told me. Why didn't you tell me?" Otis grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Like you'd believe me okay? And if you did what could you do okay? Like you would say shit and make a big scene and I get a bad rep and there goes my scholarship on top of it? No way!" he looked at the screen "okay you made your point! Now what?"

"O'Toole twins already half naked" the screen flashed "finish that then they use oil on each other drawer seven"

"Damn" was the best Mike could muster. He went over to where the drawers were plainly labeled one through twenty. In the seventh one were several bottles labeled Massage Oil. He picked one not thinking it mattered. But he could not help but notice several in there were half-full and looking very smudged and covered with dirty fingerprints. He figured out fast this cozy foursome was not the first to be dragged here.

"How long has this operation been going on?" Mike asked the room. All he got in response was the screen saying

"red x"

Mike sauntered over to the center of the room seeing two lines of red duct tape on the floor. He waved Pat over to join him,

"Okay here we go" and handed the bottle to Pat as he pulled his coat then his shirt and t-shirt off, tossing them over the table a few feet away. He heard two grunts of something like shock or approval as his beefy body was displayed under the bright spotlights. He stood there with his back to the screen not wanting to see the fifteen foot version of this.

"It says turn around" Paco tore his eyes off the two to read the screen.

"Damn" but Mike turned around as he felt Pat's oiled hand on his back "better get outa them before they get all stained" he tried to keep his eyes closed, listening to the horrid sound of Pat's clothes joining his on the table. Just imagining how their shiny spotlit bodies looked on that damn jumbotron, naked and center stage, burning up under the spotlights did not have the effect of making him cringe like he expected. Instead he felt his cock start to swell again as Pat's hands went down to the small of his back.

"It says make sure every inch is oiled" Otis read from the screen removing his own coat in the heat "damn you two, I'm seeing but not believing it! Never in a million years I thought you'd actually..." and then it was his shirt coming off as he felt the temperature increasing even more "inside as well" he raised an eyebrow then joined his nephew staring at the two rubbing each other all over until they were shining like slabs of primed beef. But when Mike began to smear more oil up and down Pat's crack Paco sputtered,

"Shit! You ain't actually gonna do that shit? You're his dad fer crissakes!"

"It's gonna get worse okay?" and if Pat didn't lean forward giving his dad access to his butt. It was Sunday all over again.

"Damn no way you're gonna damn... you gonna stand there and let your dad finger fuck you right here and now?" but was frozen to the spot as Mike ran a finger up and down Pat's crack then one and another greased fingers rubbed more oil into the stretching hole. When Pat straightened up, everyone could see the effect it had on his now shiny bright red hardon. And damn if some camera somewhere did not zoom in for a closeup.

"N-n-now your – do your dad now" Paco was out of breath, stealing looks at his uncle now bare-chested, displaying all those ripped dark mahogany muscles he developed from years and years of physical labor. He was nowhere near as big or musclebound as Paco, more of a sinewy ripped basketball player, or rather a basketball player who spent hours in the gym getting the maximum shred his physique could develop "huh Tio, I mean...right? Right Tio?"

"Man Mike..." Otis was seeing it but not really believing it "can't believe I'm standing here seeing you balls-out naked!" a slight chuckle coming from his bare chest "man Mike, all naked and oiled and like that ain't fuckin enough to believe you even got your own son... your big-dicked son naked standing there right next to you! Father and son! Both showing how much they – shit!" Otis gulped "you two! I mean you two done this before?"

"Hell no!" Pat lied.

"Hell the way you two knew you way around each other's butt I can't believe – "

"Just because we're here getting your nephew's butt out the sling" Mike shifted the focus away from them a moment "don't mean..."

"That means you better get your dad's hole good and lubed then!"

"Just do it Pat" Mike turned his betraying hardon away from Otis "like we talked about..." under his breath.

"Your dad's right" Otis wiped the sweat down his hard pecs "the more oiled you get him, the less it's gonna hurt later... when..."

"What?" Pat's hands stopped right at Mike's hairy butt "no not him! That's why I'm here! My dad don't get fucked!"

"It's not up to us now son" Mike leaned forward spreading his cheeks before the beeping had a chance to contradict him. He watched that huge image of Pat's fingers rubbing more and more oil into his hairy crack and then a close-up of a finger and then two more, a huge image of his sphincter being stretched open. Not the image he wanted to see, he told his dick. But his dick was not listening. Pat continued to jab and stretch his dad's butt until they did hear beeping coming from the laptop.

"Now Frank" it said.

"Paco rather" it continued "first he drinks two bottles sports drink in white refrigerator then he is stripped oiled and measurements taken"

"Measurements?" Paco read it and looked at his uncle "what measurements?"

"Like Tuesday" and the scrolling stopped.

"Tuesday? What Tuesday? What happened Frank?" Otis looked at him "something happen?"

"Nothing okay? Nothing at all" Paco was pissed now. Very scared and very very pissed! He came here tonight to have two white dudes at his mercy, not have that totally humiliating forbidden shit from school thrown back in his chops. Ignoring his uncle's repeated demands he stormed over to that refrigerator and grabbed not two but three small bottles, downing two in rapid succession. Almost out of spite he drank the third as well.

"Okay I'm too hot for these anyway" and off came Paco's padded jacket.

"Let me okay?" Pat stood in front of him ignoring the beeping from the computer, the eagerness to get Paco out of his clothes plain on his face. He wanted – no he needed – to see how much was padding and how much was really Paco. He could not believe somebody like this had been wandering around town and nobody had put him through this wringer already.

"You're gonna see it anyway. Shit you already did I forgot" an evil chuckle at Pat then looking at Mike "you too. Now we actually here what I want is to feel all four hands all over my totally hot sexy bod!" and that is what they would have done but the beeping from the laptop returned.

"Mister O'Toole you forget something or someone?" was all it said. Mike thought he had dodged that bullet, hoping to let that part slide, what had been written about inviting someone else to this little triple-x party.

"Mike what about that other guy in the note? Seriously do you actually know anybody who would... I mean it's not like this is..." Otis looked from the screen to Mike "just because you agreed, that doesn't mean we uh you I mean anybody can make anybody else..."

"Damn you!" Mike yelled at the screen "now you are really starting to piss me off!" and right on cue that damn laptop began its demonic beeping all over "damn you! Okay okay gimme a fucking phone goddamnit" Mike swore at the screen like it was their fault. Which it was. He knew he would regret it the rest of his life but he punched in a number praying no one would answer. It rang twice "Hi Mary it's Mike Mike O'Toole is Vince there?" seeing Otis' face twist into a thousand questions "I'll explain" Mike said with his hand over the phone "yeah hey hi Vince what's up? Yeah I can imagine so we good right? Well the reason I'm calling" Mike almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the sound of water splattering behind him "Huh? I'll explain when you..." and there was his son and a twenty-foot image of his crotch pissing through that shiny hardon into a metal pan he held with his other hand "you really hear that?" how could he not? Between his son standing not five feet away and the sound booming from the speakers hidden behind that damn screen the entire room echoed with the sound of Pat finally emptying his bladder "I'll explain but... yeah, it's about that... I know you can't talk shit you think this is easy? Okay okay but now I gotta be callin in the favor Muller, yeah from last night, yeah I know I don't waste time, NO! I'm not home I'm at a" Mike could barely begin to describe "no Vince tonite I'm serious! Yeah, that bet. C'mon Vince it's important. I really need your help here!" but Mike all but threw the phone down in disgust "damn..." his tone broadcasting the fact there would be no Vince Muller joining them that night. When the beeping began they all knew what it meant. Mike went over to the laptop and tried arguing with it, realizing he was debating a machine. And something even more heartless and ruthless behind it.

"Dad?"

"What Pat?"

"Dad lemme make a call okay?"

"Who?" Mike needed to know who Pat had in mind, and dreading what that might mean in the process.

"I got an idea, a long shot" Pat lied.

"Who?" but he handed Pat the phone.

"Wait! Don't it have to me someone you know?" Otis looked at Mike.

"Actually it said something like a person O'Toole knows" Pat punched in a number "didn't say which O'Toole, I'm thinking" waiting for the call to go through or the laptop to start having a fit, whichever might happen first "hey" Pat shuddered, ignoring the looks from around the room, his stuff just hanging out "yeah it's Pat y'know remember I'm the guy from the... yeah, it's me, so listen, about – yeah, we're... uh, about that... I was thinking... yeah, about that okay? So... um... answer's yes, okay? Yeah, tonight if... Yeah, like... um..." holding his hand over the phone "yeah, like you said... um you wanted to. If IF" and the rest no one could hear. But it sounded like Pat was giving the mysterious person the address before he hung up "sorry" handing the greasy phone to his dad.

"Who was that? Pat!"

"Promise you won't freak when he shows up, huh dad?"

"Pat, I'm serious! WHO WAS THAT?"

"You're gonna find out soon enough okay? Dad chill okay? C'mon remember I'm saving your butt here, okay?" then looking at Paco "yours too okay?" seeing him stripping to the waist, and then Pat stood there still with his dick hanging and dripping as he put that metal tray off to the side and began the self-incriminating torture of applying oil to those huge shoulders and back, standing there very naked and shiny with his even shinier cock rising and bobbing higher and higher as he continued the odious chore of rubbing and massaging those huge plates and padded shoulders, mashing each dark muscle like he would never have such an opportunity again. Mike cleaned the phone handing it back to Otis, taking a moment to take in his lean sinewy torso.

"For someone who sits behind a wheel all day you sure ain't got a ounce of fat on you" a nervous glance at his son and his task "what are you like two percent body fat?"

"Don't change the subject" Otis found a towel and wiped all the oil off his phone then nodded at his nephew on the red X. As soon as Mike joined his naked aroused son oiling up Otis' nephew's back and then chest Otis popped the question "Vince who?"

"You probably don't know him" Mike prayed, his hands in no hurry to head south. The way he was feeling up Otis' nephew's bare skin he was not about to see Otis' reaction.

"Vince, that wouldn't be Vince Miller" Otis mispronounced the name. But he saw the reaction from Mike, every muscle tensed.

"Uh er..." Mike turned red as only a blond could, looking anywhere but at Otis or his hands.

"Okay well I'm gonna find out sooner or later. Like anybody can be keeping any secrets any more I'm thinking. Like what's the deal between you and Vince or who that mysterious friend of your son's gonna turn out to be, huh? But right now I wanna see you finish what you started Mike, and right now that means I wanna see you do his front next" Otis leaned against a bench kicking his legs in front of him as Mike's greasy hands left Paco's huge back and inched towards Paco's belt. Only with Paco unbuckling his own tight belt and unsnapping his jeans was Mike able to open those jeans and yank them down past those thick thighs.

"Kid you hitting the steroids or something?" he looked up seeing a very large fat tent in his underwear "fuck I guess not..."

"Pull them down and off and make sure he's good and oiled got it Mike?"

"I know what you want to see" Mike helped Paco stop out of shoes and then knelt as Paco used Mike's bare shoulder to balance as he stepped out of his jeans and shorts until he was standing there buck naked. Mike swore but poured more oil into his hand and while Pat rubbed and polished those powerful glutes and thighs, Mike rubbed the oil into those dark purple balls covered with black curly hair and then with his uncle hanging on his every move began a slow steady wank of that wrist-thick tapered uncut dick until it was red and actually dripping with oil.

"You were tellin me how you know Vince?" going back to the beeping screen directing him to drawer six for the measuring tape.

"How YOU know him?"

"We talking about the same guy?" slamming the drawer for emphasis "big dude moustache, lives over on – "

"Maybe..."

"He's really coming over here? Tonight? That Vince?"

"He said no, but he's..." Mike swore under his breath, standing up straight now that Paco was oiled and looking like an eighteen year old bodybuilder competitor. Except they don't pose naked with a scary fat hardon!

"Man I can't say this ain't something I been wanting to see for..."

"Uncle?" Paco choked on the word "huh?"

"When I saw how you filled out I wanted to see..." and he looped the tape around his arm as Paco made a muscle "damn boy..."

"What is it?" and yeah Pat was openly masturbating now, his free hand not leaving all those brown shiny muscles.

"Eighteen no nineteen" Otis grunted. But it sounded like an echo in the room because as soon as he said that they heard the same coming from the big screen. It was still Paco but different lighting at a different location.

"Oh fuck no!" Paco half-turned seeing himself ten times life sized "no! Turn that off!"

"What is it?" Otis looked at him then back at the screen. There was Paco in what could only be that same locker room, getting measured just like his uncle was doing now, but this time it was Kruisay doing the honors, and from how it sounded there was a roomful of people watching them.

"Damnit no!" he yelled at the screen. But the movie continued. Next Kruisay's tape went to Paco's neck. As did Otis' following the screen.

"Eighteen" Otis said then heard "eighteen and half" from the screen. They could all see the extra half-inch of tension building in Taco's neck muscles. Otis then went to those large shoulders "thirty-one" hearing "thirty-three" behind them. Otis knew he had no where to go but down "forty-six!" he gasped tugging the tape around Paco's chest as he swelled with a huge breath "forty-seven" behind them.

"Please make it stop please Tio, before..."

But after Otis' fingers left those big round nipples, it had become obvious to Mike something was beginning to stretch down one of Otis' pantlegs. But there's no way it could be real. Because something was growing almost down to his knee, even when he leaned down and measured Paco's forearm at sixteen inches. That's when they heard "thirty-three" behind them.

"Okay no more! Enough!" Paco tried to break away but Otis barked at him to stay put. Because on the screen behind them was Kruisay crouched down with his tape around Paco's thick middle right above the waistband of his jock. And the noises coming from those other people in the room was only growing more agitated.

"Oh fuck!" Paco turned and there was his huge shaking body on the screen looking like he was about to die of embarassment. First his full body then a close-up of his stretched stained jock with his cock sticking out the side of the pouch. If he was not hard then as soon as Kruisay's face closed in, breathing hot breath onto his thigh as the tape went around it and he announced "twenty-seven" the last wrinkles stretched free and with a slight help from the back of Kruisay's hand pushing the pouch sideways, it was sticking straight out in all its glory. The comments coming from the rest of room could only be from Paco's teammates. Even without Kruisay touching it, Paco's cock began to ooze a steady stream of pre-cum, some of it catching on the back of Kruisay's hand as he finished. But Otis had the real thing right in front of him so his tape also went around Paco's thigh getting a twenty-eight instead. And a seventeen inch calf for good measure.

"How tall are you?" Mike was seeing it but not believing it either. Measurements like that belonged to someone twice his age.

"F-f-five ten" Paco gasped, hearing the growing commotion behind him.

"Weight?"

"Two... two.. thirty something I think..." he squeezed his eyes shut knowing what was happening on the screen behind him "please turn it off please!"

"His dick!" Pat blurted out "measure his dick!"

"I was getting to that" and if Otis did not grab Paco right in the balls giving them a hefty bob or two. As he did Paco began to ooze just like his counterpart on the screen. But when he struggled – and lost – trying to prevent his uncle from wrapping those long fingers around his cock he heard it!

"Dude's shooting his load!" from behind him as all eyes turned to see there on the screen a close-up of that ten-foot cock shooting right at the camera without any stimulation. Well all eyes except for Otis whose hand now had an iron grip around the base live and in person,

"That's it huh Franko? Y'can't keep this thing from shootin off at school and now you got a rep huh?"

"Please uncle no! I can explain!" trying to twist away from that grip, his cock ready to explode "no don't please!"

"Well this night's a real education so far" and as soon as Otis saw his nephew back down from the edge, the tape went along the top side "yup seven and... a quarter."

"Wow" Pat's hand rubbing Paco's back and butt "now around the width the width!"

"Damn that can't be right" but there it was. Seven fat inches in circumference "you could kill somebody with that y'know that Paco?" and yet now there was nothing coming from the screen behind them except a blow-up of their current activities in real time.

Paco stood there crouching over, trying to catch his breath, his cock throbbing and leaking so bad he was tempted to give it a yank just get it over with. Just as he reached down to do just that, the damn laptop started beeping again. This time Mike was the first one to get his naked body over there

"NO!" he yelled "no!" he turned to the room "can we talk about this?" because written on the screen was

"Otool father hands tied from ring seven"

"What the fuck?" Paco draped a towel around his waist now that his leaking cock was not the center of attention anymore. Because he had spent a lot of time and effort hiding the fact he could never hold his cum for more than thirty seconds and now it seemed the whole world knew about his hair-trigger. But what made it worse was he had this hardon from hell that would just not go down! "ring seven? What the fuck that mean?"

"It means... that" Pat was scanning the ceiling at the various freight moving equipment seeing all sorts of hooks and pulleys hanging all over the room. Each one had a number or letter on them and the one about ten feet from the center of the room had a big red "7" stenciled on it. His dad protested but then was reminded of the consequences of refusal. And seeing things now getting full-tilt sexual he had little choice but to let Otis direct him beneath it. As soon as he did he realized he was bumping into the end of what looked like a pommel horse, a pommel horse without any metal handgrips. The way the leather was stained only confirmed his growing panic.

It was Paco of all people who found the leather straps in one of the lockers. Lots of them in all sorts of lengths and thicknesses.

"You know this could hurt, right?" Paco came over and showed Mike what he found.

"You are a one muthufucker to let us do this, you know that?" Otis knew he could never have agreed to this had the note been different.

"Goddamnit get it over with" big Mike O'Toole glared in answer, naked and covered in sweat and oil just held out his hands in front of him. At first Paco tied them together but then Otis took the straps and retied them, first looping them around each wrist individually then together crosswise. Paco noticed the strap was just long enough to reached that ring even though it was a good twelve feet above their heads. This time it was Otis who went exploring, coming back with a stepladder. And when he snapped it in place and climbed up to tie the straps to the ring, everyone could see that long tube stretching down his leg. He pulled the strap tight until Mike's arms were yanked so high he was forced to stand on tiptoe. Once he got Mike immobilized, his arms thick and bulging with the tension, his crotch all but bumping into the end of that leather bench they heard that damn laptop beeping again. Mike closed his eyes when he heard a groan from Otis. Because there on the screen was

"Young otool strapped to horse on stomach then produce orgasm in Francisco no using hands or mouth"

"What's it say what's it say?" Pat came up behind Paco reading it, his hands returning to that wide back and hips "huh... me?" he looked at Paco or rather his thick weapon "damnit don't look so shocked, like they wanted it to happen sooner or later okay?"

"Shit Pat!" Paco's brain drew the picture in his head fast enough to make his big shoulders shake. His heart began pounding like crazy with the idea "damn they don't waste time!"

"We can't make you okay?" Otis saw his darkest fears about the night confirmed now "maybe if we bargain – "

"Make him what make him what?" suddenly Mike realized he was tied for a reason "what does it say?"

"Don't tell him okay until... he figures it out okay" Pat's eyes rarely leaving that muscle bound football player who was going to do the nasty right here and now "straps huh?"

"Straps? What straps? What are straps for?" Mike twisted and struggled but Otis had him tied but good "tell me!"

He watched in growing panic as Paco retrieved more leather straps from that locker and directed Pat over to that pummel horse. As soon as Pat was bent over it and Mike saw his son's hands and then legs tied to the horse's legs he started screaming. But the more he bucked and tried to free himself the more he kept smashing his crotch into Pat's forehead hanging over the far end of that leather device. Just as designed.

"Use this and..." Otis handed his nephew a tube of lube and then "these" a collection of cock rings.

"Tio I'm way too hard to even try to get those on."

"You trust me?"

"Sure why?"

"Okay..." Otis came up behind him and looped a leather cockring around Paco's balls and cock, then snapped the other strap in place around the base of his now bright red cock stretched out drum tight and ready to blow its load in the nearest mouth or hole regardless of the consequence, that stretched head all but throbbing with eagerness for the disgusting act it was being forced to do.

"No please you'll kill him not that!" Mike yelled and struggled to free himself "me, okay? Fuck me instead okay? Not Pat he's..." Mike could not finish it. All he could do was hang there as Paco smeared a great dollop of lube all over that torpedo head and then lined it up with Pat's spread crack, his hips immobilized, his leg muscles tensing with what was coming. As soon as that greased head found the pucker he felt his uncle's hands on his muscled hips.

"You are not going to shoot off until I say you do, okay?" getting a good grip on those oily muscles "go slow, y'hear me?"

"Okay" and right in front of Mike's wide eyes Otis pressed forward. Pat let out a scream loud enough to shake the rafters. As soon as he did Otis pulled Paco's hips backwards again. Pat's screams were almost as loud as his dad's.

"Well we can keep one of them quiet" Otis nodded at Pat's head. So the next time Paco eased his ass-ripper forward he grabbed Pat's ears and bent his head upwards, forcing his mouth towards his dad's almost soft cock. This time when he thrust forward Pat's greased body slid up the horse until his mouth made contact with his dad's cock.

"Watching your own kid taking black cock up his ass huh?" Otis guided Paco's hips backwards just as he felt the telltale spasming in those hips "no real dad could go and bone watching something as messed up as that, right O'Toole? Again" easing Paco forward until this time that unskinned head broke through and lodged itself just inside the ring. Pat groaned but he hoped the worst was over. And that groaning went right into his dad's cock. When he felt it start to respond Pat began to make sucking motions an inch or two back and forth at a time, concentrating on what his mouth was doing to his dad's cock – yeah he was sucking that cock again! And it was almost amazing enough to get his mind off the pain coming from the head of that log starting to do major damage ruining his ring "yeah don't tell me ya didn't know tonight you'd have to stand and watch your big-dicked kid take it up the ass right?" and the hours passed and Pat was adjusting to that battering ram inside him as Otis pulled Paco back until that shiny knob popped free. Pat gasped but that only sent more blood into his dad's cock "got a good close up view of seeing your son's ass get ripped wide open, so sick it's getting you hard admit it!" but Mike was trying to keep his eyes shut and ignore the blood rushing from his arms to his cock "open your eyes goddamnit and watch you own kid get dicked!" and this time Paco slammed forward until half of his cockring-encirled swollen cock disappeared farther into Pat's ass. Pat spasmed and flinched but knew if this kept up it would be a matter of time before that stretched head would start doing things to his prostate he could not stop. That is if that fat circumference did not rip him in half first! And then he felt a series of short jabs from Paco's powerful hip muscles and all he focused on was feeling his dad's cock fully hard now start to rock into his mouth as far as the straps would allow "totally sick scene, look! Watch your kid spread his nice white ass for the kid's thick dark meat! Yeah he's getting into it, he actually likes having his guts rearranged by my nephew's muscle cock! See? See his ass flex and that battle ax all making his sex button start to sing! Yeah, look at you! Big straight blond dad getting so hard seeing his own kid get slammed, getting off on it huh? Go on! Shoot! Shoot your dad jism right into your own – " Otis felt Paco spasming and yanked his hips back but not it time! Even with his cock pumping air, it continued to shoot its gushing load all over that nice red ass as Mike looked on, his hips on auto pilot.

"Shoot shoot shoot!" Otis chanted now seeing his nephew naked hard and shooting off like the prime stud he was, so charged up he was fucking this big-dicked kid like the alpha stud he was and the sight was so hot even the kid's father could not help blowing his own load being a part of this unbelievable action. Otis jumped around behind Mike and grabbed him right in the cock "shoot your cream O'Toole blow your load watching my stud nephew cum on your kid!" his hand yanking that cock so hard and fast Mike yanked and twisted and bit his lip, but unable to stop his orgasm explode out of him, hitting Pat in the mouth then his nose and cheek until it was running down all over his face "fuck yeah!" and then they all heard it. Mike was the first to yell,

"Goddamn it NO!" but not because he just shot his load to Otis'satisfaction and Paco's shock, everyone aware what it meant. But Mike was yelling and struggling against his restraints because he had been hoping and praying Pat's mysterious call-person would not actually show up. But that buzzer meant he was now standing outside that locked door trying to get in.

"Untie him" Otis was already at the straps around Pat's hands. Paco was still reeling from his first serious fuck so he was in slow motion with Pat's ankles. It took him just long enough for Otis to retrieve something that Pat had been ignoring out of the corner of his eye for the last twenty minutes. Otis pulled it free of the drawer and before Pat could struggle to his feet, Otis wedged the thin butt plug into Pat's still gaping hole.

"Stop enough you've damaged him enough!"

"Okay now go see who's at the door NOW!" stopping Pat from wiping the cum off his face "no just like that, naked and slimed. Now! Before whoever it is leaves! Let's see who this big mystery is!"

Pat took a quick look at his dad hanging there, his cock still oozing some cloudy slime sweaty and shame-faced and totally busted. Pat could still taste his cum in his mouth and tried to signal everything was going to be fine but his dad would not meet his gaze, with the realization he was responsible for everything that had happened. Pat could only flash him a thumbs-up as he staggered and waddled out the room, his sore legs and even worse painful ass slowing him to a crawl, as fast as he could with that plug making his sore hole spasm with each step. And what made it impossible to hide, besides his bowlegged duck waddle, was its black plastic tail hanging from the end. It was the most humiliating moment in his life so he focused on rubbing circulation back into his hands and shoulders when he made it to the door and opened it. The cold rush of air hit him right in the balls but his friend was not there! He had left!

Pat was just about to close the door against the cold when he saw a distant figure getting into his car. He yelled,

"MISTER SLACTER! HEY! MISTER SLACTER!" but it looked like he did not hear him. Pat had two seconds to decide either go back in or go running across the parking lot naked and slippery, hoping to stop him. It was one of those moments when his whole life hung in the balance. He heard the door lock behind him as he went sprinting across the parking lot.

Steve Slacter had tried the warehouse door and found it locked and no sign of anyone around. He scanned the parking lot but did not see anybody or anything he recognized so decided this practical joke had gone far enough. Because obviously that kid from the Y had pranked him with a fake address and was sitting somewhere smirking over his revenge. So Steve headed back to his car cursing as he got in. He started the engine and turned on the headlamps and was about to pull out when WHAT THE FUCK?

"What the fuck you doing? Kid that you?" Steve slammed on the brakes and got out of his car in one swift motion "what the hell are you doing? Where the fuck are your clothes and holy SHIT!" because then Steve could not help but notice what was dangling between Pat's legs. And that plastic tail was the second thing he could not help but notice "O'Toole? Pat O'Toole! Is that is that YOU?! Damn Pat what the fuck is going on here? And where are – "

"Mister Slacter don't leave please inside I mean I'll explain but we gotta I mean inside I'm freezing!" all came out in a hot rush. Pat stood there in the headlights totally aware anyone within twenty miles could not miss him, bright as a beacon. A naked oiled and half-erect beacon with cum on his face and a tail – no two tails – between his legs. He was already out of the light and sprinting towards the door before his acquaintant from the Y had the car parked and locked. He was too cold and overdressed to sprint but instead lumbered his bulk across the area almost expecting to hear sirens approaching. Because never in his life would he expect to see Pat O'Toole, that horny kid from the Y and assumed son of his old high school teammate naked and looking like something impossible in this fucked up place. He hated to admit finally seeing him naked was more of a shock and something else than he ever expected tonight. He told himself it was curiosity and desire to see just what the hell this kid was about only made him join Pat at the door.

"How do we get in? The door's locked!"

"Like this!" and Pat hit the night delivery button, shivering and waiting for the door to buzz open. Instead he heard something that chilled him to the bone,

"Yes..." and with that one word Pat recognized the accent.

"Coach Kruisay?" Pat gasped "that you? Let us in!"

"Yes of course immediately" Pat's hand on the cold handle "but..."

"But?!?! But WHAT?"

"It is very warm inside. Too warm for your friend how he dressed now. Have your friend remove his pants and underwear first..."

"What? Are you fucking crazy?" or variations from both of them.

"Longer you hesitate the colder you become. And greater your chance of someone discovering – "

"Damnit Pat who the fuck is that?" Steve looked around expecting to see cops any minute. The whole sick scene was smelling more and more like a trap. But the way the kid was dressed meant this was deadly serious on some odd level. Steve glared at Pat,

"This some kinda sick joke? I thought this was supposed to – "

"It is okay! I mean not a joke I mean – "

"Who the fuck is this?" Steve yelled at the buzzer.

"I'll explain inside okay? It's freezing out here!"

"No shit! The way you're dressed" and Steve saw his hand reach out and grab Pat right on the cock. Just as he did they heard the terrifying sound of tires on gravel not far away. Pat gasped for several reasons.

"Please! C'mon Mister Slacter! Someone's coming!"

"This better be legit. But like you promised right?"

"Okay okay damnit" Pat swore under his breath "please Mister Slacter please do it please! I don't want to get arrested out here" scanning the parking lot and nearby streets for the source of the approaching sounds. Pat was about to tell him about his dad inside and his predicament and everything but then they both saw it – a car turn and start down their road "damnit a car's coming! Hurry!"

"You better be damn sure about this! You don't know me good enough to be messin with me kid" but big Steve Slacter, all one-eighty pounds of street-fighter bouncer horn-dog no-nonsense had his pants down and almost losing his balance had them over his shoes. He saw the approaching car and in a flash down came his briefs next. Pat leaned on the button for dear life then they both heard the door buzz. They were through the door just as the car headlights turned and passed the closing door "okay kid what in HELL is going on here?" slamming him against the wall, their two fronts warming fast in the close contact "why did you call me out here? Exactly? And what the fuck is this place? Are you so really into this kinky shit like you..." his eyes all over that body he never expected to see even half this nasty "this better be worth me coming out here because..." their naked crotches close enough for Pat to feel Steve responding "you gonna start by explainin to me just what this scene is about..." and why this is giving me such a bone, Steve thought. Something about the probability this was his formal rival's kid and after what was starting to happen in the sauna at the Y before that dude interrupted them. And maybe just maybe he might finally settle his long-smoldering grudge with Mike O'Toole maybe somehow... but now finally seeing this kid and his big dick free of that towel looking enough like Mike did at his age was just what Steve's warming body was ready for! His sex engine was firing on all cylinders and misfiring on even more but Steve knew he was here and standing there with his stuff hanging free and damn if his uncut cock was actually lengthening and filling at the thought of finally getting this horny kid to bend over and let Steve rip into him like it sounded Pat was promising on the phone. No matter matter what Steve had every intention to make the best of this bizarre situation.

"Inside, you'll see, c'mon inside and yeah like you're thinking okay?" getting this dude he barely knew to actually show up was a huge ego rush for Pat, like he could snap he fingers and anybody would just get into it with him. But Pat entertained that delusion for all of two seconds and three steps, knowing that he had a totally unknown variable he was dealing with here and if it was just the two of them, this guy could be just as dangerous as those two cops back at the park last week. Was it really only one week since that happened? Since he finally got to see his two brothers not only fully-out naked but actually doing sex things? The memory went right to his crotch, that butt plug a reminder of just what he could handle now. Or what he might need to, checking out this dude's bared equipment, actually able to do more than sneak sideways looks in the shadow beneath his towel, the dim sauna hinting at what this dude was packing. But one thing Pat assumed that day was this guy was hot to get into it. So they exchanged numbers, Pat wracking his brains trying to figure out a neutral – and safe – place to see if the guy was serious.

"Wow Mister Slacter – "

"Think it's time you start calling me Steve, got it?"

"Pat okay?" but instead of shaking hands, they were tugging each other's cocks, Pat enjoying how easily the skin slipped down and off the purple crown.

"Easy okay?" Steve yanked Pat's hand away. Yeah, this kid was hot to trot, he thought "I'm really hot for your ass okay?" looking down the hall "so what's – "

"I better show you" and Pat's ass led Steve the last few steps towards the main room, noticing how his heavy breathing echoed ahead of them.

"Where we – " he caught up with him grabbing him by the shoulder feeling something sticky. Then over Pat's face bringing them away with what could only be semen "exactly why are you naked like this, Pat? And are my eyes crossing or is there really something up your ass?"

"I'll -- they'll explain okay?" Pat again staggered ahead and waddled down the warm hall, rubbing circulation back into his arms and legs, feeling Steve's eyes burning a hole in his butt before he caught up again. Pat came into the main room expecting everyone to have cleaned up their act for this stranger, everyone to be dressed and normal like nothing had happened. But the first thing Pat saw was his dad still naked and hanging from that ring. If Pat was shocked, Steve just about lost it!

"DAMN!"

"NO!"

"FUCK!"

"What the hell, O'Toole?"

"No way! What how who what are you doing here?" all in the span of two loud rafter-shattering seconds.

"Mike O'Toole! What the fuck?" because hanging there in all his naked exposed glory was his old high-school rival. But Steve, even in his most vindictive moments never imagined to see big Mike O'Toole strung up like this looking like a x-rated slab of cum-smeared prime beef.

"Of all the – " looking at Otis "okay untie these now. Let me down! NOW!"

"Who the hell are you guys?" Steve's eyes like a pinball from Mike to Paco then Otis then back on Paco then to Pat who looked like he was ready to implode there on the spot, then back to naked sweaty Mike over and over, each time believing less. Even though Paco had a towel wrapped around his waist and was trying to dry himself Steve's eyes were not registering what he was seeing. Like seeing young O'Toole – damn but it WAS Mike's kid after all – naked with that tail in his bare butt, even that could not prepare him for what he was now trying to take in. A split-second later he nodded barely recognizing the tall bald guy "you! Damn ain't you Otis? Otis Guzman? Is that really you? No way you're mixed up in all this shit too?" no his eyes were failing him because there was no way the star of the basketball court Otis would be within ten miles of this room "of all the guys I never would have – "

"You either Slacter" Otis looked at him "and fuck what the fuck happened to your pants? Not that it's a bad look for you" taking in his barely covered crotch and those hairy muscular legs. And the shock of looking down at himself was enough to slap Steve back to reality.

"Not even funny. What in the name of all that's decent is going on here? Mike?!? Otis?!?!"

"Untie me damnit this can't be happening UNTIE ME I gotta I mean explain what this – it's not what it looks like okay? I'll explain everything okay? We were here and – " but his naked oily struggling was cut off by that damn laptop beeping.

"What the fuck's that?"

"Throw that damn thing AWAY enough is enough!"

"Dad maybe..." Pat came over to him and rubbed some of the sweat and dirt off him with Paco's cummed towel "Mister Slacter – Steve – could not get in okay? I had to..."

"You didn't!" Mike looked at the two of them "no WAY! Damnit Pat tell me you didn't go outside like that!" only getting worse and worse the longer he hung there. He was almost dislocating his shoulders trying to break free now.

"I had to! If I didn't stopp him he woulda left okay?"

"And the sick think is the only way that damn door would open for us – " Steve cut him off, trying to ignore that infernal beeping coming from somewhere.

"But we got buzzed in right away" Pat lied. He noticed Otis could not believe seeing tough mean Steve Slacter standing there in the flesh and dressed like... damn!

"The only way we could get back in – and there was a car coming and everything – was Coach Kruisay – "

"He's HERE?" Paco just about jumped out of his skin, getting a weird feeling about this new adult, how his eyes bounced between his half-covered bod and Mike hanging like a slab of beef.

"No! On the intercom at the door okay?"

"This was all the kid's idea" Steve held up his bundled pants and briefs, thinking getting dressed would be he best option right now "your kid huh Mike?" like this was the last straw for both of them.

"Otherwise we'd still be out there! C'mon untie my dad already" but when nobody moved Pat himself went for the ladder. As he did Steve shuddered realizing he was standing there between his old rival and his naked son,

"Damn can you turn the damn heat down? It's like a sauna in here!" but that was not why he was sweating.

"Have one of these" and it was Paco handing Steve two of those sports drinks. Which he slugged down, trying to ignore the sneaky glances the musclehead kept stealing at his exposed legs or slightly higher.

"Any more of those?" Steve went over to where Paco had found them. He grabbed another and handed Paco one as well. If for no other reason than to distract him from what the O'Tooles were doing.

The laptop continued beeping just as Pat slipped on the first few rungs until he got to the top and began to un-loop the strap, knowing that Steve was watching every muscle. As soon as Mike's arms were free he began to shrug some circulation back into his shoulders, trying to open the knots. Pat had better dexterity so by the time his dad's hands were free, everyone else was hovering over the screen.

"What the fuck is this thing? What does that, I mean..." Steve's eyes back and forth between the mystery screen and his former teammate getting untied, the bodybuilder guy burning up his side too large to ignore"who's writing that? Where's is coming from?" like that would explain any of this. Steve kept telling himself if he gave this all a minute or two it might start to make sense. But the more he saw, the less any of it resolved into something he could believe was happening in front of his bugging eyes.

"It's a feed from... I dunno... but it's Kruisay okay?" Pat watched Steve's face go from red to ashen to poker in two seconds flat. Right there Pat knew something was up with this dude, and maybe it was a huge mistake to invite him to their little party. Kruisay and this Steve guy? Pat almost shuddered at the idea "they – he got Paco" nodding at the musclebound presence "him by the balls and – "

"This is a joke right? This whole set-up is too fucked up for a joke right?" Steve looked at Otis, feeling his forehead start beading "tell me this is a joke I'm not seeing this right!" because I ain't, he thought. Just seeing that Pat kid naked would have been major by itself. Now realizing it was indeed his former teammate's son was twice the shock. But all this – the room and those two black dudes thrown into the mix was giving his head a major case of the spins. And now this computer?

"I wish it was" as Otis tried to give Steve a short and sanitized version of what Paco was being threatened with. Steve shook his head not buying a word, but braced himself when Pat and then Mike joined them to read

"Patrick again tied now Steven takes Franciso's place"

"What does that mean? Francisco's Place?"

"It means" Paco started.

"Shut the fuck up! Because it ain't happening" Mike was beyond furious "especially not you!"

"Still having issues with that, Tool? Huh?" and there was Steve's patented smirk.

"That was like twenty years ago Slackman! And we ain't gonna revisit all that – "

"What's this about dad? You two guys really know each other?" Pat was connecting the dots but not all of the pattern was making sense. But the way those two were all but sparking off each other, Pat had to be dense not to realize they had serious history "dad I had no idea – "

"How the hell you ever get mixed up with this jerk?"

"Jerk? You callin me a jerk, cumbreath?"

"Time you get your ass outa here" and there would have been a full-out fight had not Paco and then Otis jumped between them, pulling them apart and holding them until the screaming stopped. Or rather first the beeping and then the screen coming alive stopped them. When Steve recognized the images he was stopped dead in his tracks, that arrogant jutting jaw dropped and withered in the greenish glow.

On the screen was an image of what appeared to be a room filmed in night-vision, two guys barely recognizeable especially with their faces distorted and blurred. One guy was heavily tattooed on his arms and chest, the other shorter and probably younger, and not in the same shape as the tattooed guy. Where the tattooed guy was trim and in great shape the younger guy was more rounded and the way he was sitting hunched forward only made his belly stick out. When the audio kicked in Steve started yelling,

"Okay okay stop! Where the fuck – "

"Hey how's it going?" the guy on the screen interrupted him. His voice sounded like it had been run through some device making it tinny and garbled.

"NO!" Steve yelled.

"Okay I guess" even with the voice-distortion effect, the other guy's voice sounded young and barely pubescent.

What's yer name?"

"L-l-larry" the kid muttered. And then Pat recognized the voice. It was his teammate Larry Jensen, but much younger looking. Pat realized this must be an old film, like several years old when Larry was maybe twelve or thirteen. Pat shook visibly, realizing what it meant. Someone has been filming dudes for years! And in a supposedly private off-limits place like a gym? Or here in this sauna? But who? How far back did all this shit go?

"Hey Larry" the tattooed guy reached over to shake his hand. As he did his towel came untied. As it did, the camera refocused and actually zoomed in, making clear it was the sauna from their Y, but before the update several years ago. The old paneling was streaked and stained, the benches warped and worn. But the two guys were now in sharp focus, clear enough to see the sweat beading on their bodies, but their faces still blurred and distorted. Several gasps came from around the room as the picture got clearer.

"No please! Okay? I don't know the fuck who or where – " Steve was as freaked as he was pissed.

"So Larry what's up?" Steve asked. Because now the camera had focused on that older body it was obvious this was the same person – and the same cock – that was with them in the flesh. The on-screen Steve was a bit younger and less ripped but unmistakeably the same guy. And the way the camera zoomed again into his crotch seemed like a magic trick to make that tube start filling and lifting.

"Damnit how the hell I mean who filmed this?" Steve looked at Mike then the rest "it's not how it looks okay? It's just an innocent..." he tried as the audio track on the film faded out or some fan kicked in drowning them out with noise. But the damage was done. Because their on the wide-screen was an image of Steve sitting naked in that sauna more hard than not, with an obviously underage kid looking like he was about to pass out either from the heat or the sight of Steve's bobbing dick "okay stop! No more! Nothing happened!" to be interrupted by the laptop beeping. Steve jumped to it, hoping for a reprieve, but there was Mike bumping into his side and boy did he not like what it said!

"No fuckin way! We didn't come here tonight to have guys take turns" staring at Otis, too furious to glare at Steve "fucking my son!"

"What?!?!" Steve looked at Pat "what's he – I mean did he just say – "

"I got carried away" Pat looked over at Paco "would you turn that muscle hunk down?" again catching Steve's eyes unsuccessfully avoiding that muscle stud, so busted when he saw Pat watching the exchange. Pat had his dad's friend's number now big time.

"Hey leave me outa this" Paco looked at his uncle "I did my shit, leave me outa this I'm off the hook y'hear me? I through, somebody else..."

"So why did you call me Pat? Exactly" Steve grilled into him, like it wasn't his dad's doing all along.

"It's for them – him " Mike nodded at Otis, then Paco "or so it started that way."

"What about you, I thought this was between me and you?" Steve saw Mike's reaction but dared not acknowledge it "exactly who's idea was all this? You or him?"

"We didn't know who he called" Otis folded his bare arms across his still shiny chest "or you and Mike had history okay?"

"Okay okay" Pat looked at his dad "sorry, I didn't know I was just grasping at – "

"Damnit Pat of all the guys you could've called – "

"Like I knew you were his kid" Steve lied.

"This is so fucked up" Paco's drained balls were giving him a bad case of post-orgasm regrets.

"Well it ain't happening!" Mike thought he had the last word.

"Are you guys going to go around and around on this one all night?" Otis piped in. Then he delivered the fatal blow "cause the way I see it, it ain't up to me or them" nodding at the screen "it's really the kid he has to decide for himself!"

"Who Pat?" Mike saw his out then "not a chance!"

"Why not?" Steve knew he had him, seeing a strange expression on Otis' face "it was your kid who called ME and he knew what – "

"I keep saying nothing ever happened, it's not like – "

"Okay you! Paco!" Pat singled him out "I got it loud and clear this is all about you ain't it? Explain to Steve here how Kruisay and that bunch got your balls in a sling ain't that what this is? Why we're here and all? If we're gonna do this you better explain to Mister Slacter – Steve now" seeing him nervous and singled out "threatening you with getting your nads in a vice if you don't, and a big scholarship if you play ball, right?"

"Yeah more or less" Otis answered for him.

"And somehow having me and my dad and now Mister Schaf – Steve come here tonight is part of this, right?"

"No just you initially" he looked away "is what they told me. Okay?" looking at Steve "Pat's here's right. You need to know how fucked up this is. But you gotta figure out how they're squeezing all of us" nodding at the screen "filming you hitting on kids in saunas – "

"HEY!"

"Whatever. Okay this is what it is. They told me I had to trap him" nodding at Pat "into some really incriminating shit okay? Like something he would never want his dad" looking at Mike, shaking his head at the ridiculous idea now "yeah, like Pat doing shit his dad would freak out if he found out about" raising his hands fending off their questions "and then uncle gets that damn letter okay okay? And that's where they mentioned" just nodding at Steve "Okay? Okay you ain't dumb! They didn't mention you by name just another dude..." Paco shook his head.

"And if me or dad or now you trapped us here like if we refuse anything" Pat stared at their images on the screen, almost hearing it tapping its fingers with impatience "then your money goes down the crapper and you spend the year on the receiving end of your whole team, basically, right?"

"Yeah... you got it figured out good" Paco shrugged those world-bearing shoulders "you getting it now?" seeing Steve's growing panic. And Paco had to put all these people through hell just to save his own ass. And it made him feel like the sickest fuck in the world. Especially because this was just the thing to get him so wired in the first place. Like he could ever admit that to anyone. But somehow that bastard Kruisey got his number. And now not only was he fucked but all these other dudes were fucked as well. He wanted to run out of there so fast! His sickest secrets were now all tumbling out and Paco almost wished they would deport his sorry ass.

"Okay from where I see it, it ain't dad's decision – your decision, their decision – what happens next, it's more or less mine but – " Mike interrupted Pat's thoughts.

"Hey I'm still your dad –"

"And if IF IF just saying if I agree to do this next part" stealing a slight glance at Steve "like I kinda implied" hearing his dad's angry gasp "if they want that to save your butt then... damn, just remember you owe me Perez! Like a super mega favor Perez!" Pat continued, realizing he was making this almost work in his favor "and if it's up to me to get you outa your mess, and it's something I could do" glancing at his father, then Steve "well then... but damn you so owe me!"

"Just like you owed me to keep my mouth shut, okay?" Steve glared at Mike "and hey don't forget who called who remember?"

"For what dad? What's Steve talking about"" Pat saw more leverage now.

"For..." Steve started but saw Mike's grim face "for stuff..."

"Well Pat what's it – "

"Okay..."

"Okay what?" Paco looked at him like he did not hear him right.

"You agree?" Pat pressed him again "deal on my terms?"

"Fuck..." looking at his uncle "like I got a big choice here. Okay deal's a deal. And it's a favor I can do without getting my butt thrown in prison. Like I got a choice."

"Like any of us do" Pat looked at Otis "seeing how it looks like you're the closest thing to a MC here. What did the monitor say?"

"No" his dad grunted "NO!"

"It said like before when my nephew... but this time... him" Otis looked at Mister Slater."

"Slacter close enough" Steve looked at Pat "I can't believe this is finally gonna go down..."

"Damn..."

"You mean you were...?"

"What was the scene before, Otis?" Steve started removing his jacket. Finally.

"Kid tied face down on the pommel horse and Paco here..."

"Not face down" Steve gave Mike a look like a sucker punch to his exposed nads "I want your kid – your son Mike – on his back if this is y'know gonna..." Steve was warming to the situation, even giving himself a tug "these bastards tied you down before huh?" ignoring Mike's loud protests, knowing he was no longer in any position to stop this avalanche.

"I can't allow this! We're leaving!" Mike made a sloppy attempt to grab his son when they all heard from the screen,

"I'm gonna regret this, I can feel it already..." was Mike larger than life on the screen and "damnit Pat, get some clothes on! And do something about that!" Pat's erection almost filling the screen. Big Brother had heard Mike's protest and now more damning than anything was the film clip from that Sunday afternoon at the gym! The wrestling exhibition between Pat and his dad was about to be exposed to this live group. Mike froze knowing what was coming.

"DAMNIT TURN IT OFF! Damn you bastards, damnit okay you win! We're staying" Mike looked at his former friend "yeah you got the picture. The Steroid Kid here got Pat tied down on that thing, okay? Y'happy now? He had him tied down and then raped him okay?"

Pat looked at his dad then at Paco when Paco answered for him,

"Yeah he sure as fuck was tied down" nodding at Pat "but it was no rape..."

"So Mike and you, huh you were where exactly during – "

"He was watching the whole thing" Paco had enough of O'Toole senior's sudden indignant dishonesty "watching and getting off on – "

"That right Tool?" Steve lingered with his shirt, the last vestige of propriety before he was stripping naked, naked and complicit with this sick but way hot scene "huh Tool? How'd it feel having to watch that" Steve kept one eye on the screen recognizing it immediately as the school gym and then the light bulb went off! If Mike was at school with Pat and Pat was naked and boned then it could only mean one thing! He was just about to say something when the screen returned to a large image of their current situation "man Tool we so gotta talk about – well I'm thinking it's all gonna shake out in the next few minutes one way or other, cause if you can just stand by and watch your own son get his ass – Oh that's right gotcha!" seeing that ring in the ceiling "remember you all tied up too when I joined this little party" seeing the discarded straps "tied with those huh?"

"C'mon Steve what the fuck are you getting at! Remember ..." Mike tried "you forgetting he's I mean damnit he's my son for crissakes! How you expect me to just stand and watch while you – "

"Only makes being dragged out here so much sweeter and nastier at the same time" pointing at the horse "okay Pat time to decide! Cause if you are really doing this and unless you" pointing at Mike "really want us all to get a eyeful of what happened after that" pointing at the screen "then it's time to ride the pony!"

"Steve no seriously! Just stop and think for one second, just consider – "

"Consider this a fucked up way of settling some old scores" helping Pat onto the horse "in full!" rough enough to send both of them a signal. As soon as Pat caught his breath and made the stars stop spinning, he felt he was flat on his back, the damp leather pressing into his spine, his butt cheeks trying to grab on to keep him from sliding down the slippery surface. Steve wasted no time securing Pat's elbows behind his head, stretching those tight chest and shoulder muscles enough to make his delts and biceps pop but not enough to actually cause any dislocations "we got any straps long enough to reach those?" pointing at that ring Mike had been suspended from when he joined their party.

"No not again you're not tying me – " Mike shook like he was punched in the gut.

"As much as you'd like nothing better and I could get off seeing Mike tied to that" Steve decided it was time to show them, show Mike where he had been spending all his time. He grabbed the bottom of his hooded sweatshirt and yanked it over his head. Right on cue he heard a whistle from Paco and a grunt of either admiration or panic when all his heavily tattooed muscles came into view. He stood there wearing only his wife-beater but feeling as naked as he had ever been "but I'm gonna make it even nastier Tool. Cause it's nasty and disgusting having to watch the Inkman here slamming it to your kid but I can make it even nastier. And this Tool this is gonna be worse! This time you AIN"T all tied down even if your son is still all tied down enough to make it real. Now where's some straps?"

"Get off your butt and help the man" Otis looked at his nephew. Paco rolled his huge frame off the bench and dragged the screeching metal ladder over to the ring as Otis passed a strap up to him, catching the big screen image jiggle and slip. Paco had it looped and secured and the ladder back in its place fast enough to let them know he for one was interested to see what this junkyard dog was planning. That was when Paco noticed it. Each time he was dragging the metal ladder across the floor, the loud screeching caused the image to waver and then lines of static would appear on that big screen. He made a mental note of it but then handed the end of the strap to Steve wearing only his white tank undershirt. All he needed was a cigar clenched in his teeth to look the part of some nasty biker ex-con bouncer.

"Guess I was sorta overdressed for this party huh?" looking up to see himself on the screen. Seeing that he swore to add another forty pounds of muscle by the holidays. Especially comparing himself to all those huge muscles on that young kid. But right now his main concern was getting straps around Pat's ankles so his legs were yanked skywards. Soon as he tried it he realized two things: the first was it would not work for what he had in mind. But more important, big-dick O'Toole was getting all hot and bothered seeing his son manhandled like this. Then something in his head clicked "I always had this idea, this really sick fantasy..."

"C'mon Steve remember this is my son – "

"What fantasy?" Paco and Pat heard each other say simultaneously.

"Jinx!" Paco yelled and pointed.

"Huh Mister S? What's the..." Pat dared not looked at his dad.

"I always wanted to know..." he narrowed his eyes at Paco then that tall beanpole of his uncle Guzman "what it felt like to fuck... a dude" turning to Mike "a guy tied up in a SLING!"

"NO!" Mike knew that was over the line somehow.

"Don't suppose" Steve asked the room "you got something like that..." not having to wait long for the beeping from the laptop. Somehow Paco was the one who beat them all to it.

"It says: third cabinet" which is where he headed fast. Like this was suddenly his scene not Steve's "wow..." opening the cabinet and finding things he never thought existed in real life. He stood there with his mouth hanging open when his uncle reached around him and pulled a leather sling out. He slammed the metal door shut with a loud clang.

"Things in there ain't right for someone your age" tossing it at Steve underhand.

"Too late for that" Paco filed it all away for some other time. He turned to see Steve was wasting no time attaching the sling to that dangling leather strap like if this was such a forbidden fantasy of his, how come he had that sling up and Pat untied and pushed into it in seconds flat. Mike protested and struggled with Steve enough to force Otis to get between them. By the time Paco joined them Pat was on his back in the sling with both ankles secured to the sides, his arms still trapped behind him

"Holy fuck this place can do everything" Steve gave the screen a nasty look, realizing not only was he being monitored – and probably filmed as well – but whoever was on the other end of all this equipment was somehow getting into his head, anticipating his deepest darkest thoughts "so if you can read my mind, what else you got for me?" and right on cue the beeping returned. Steve had barely secured Pat when Otis returned with two sets of cock rings "this party only gets better and better" and creepier and creepier, he thought as he took one from Otis' hand and snapped it around the base of his junk. Then he noticed the two metal rings. With some struggling he got the larger one around the base of his shaft then the second smaller one was stretched down until it was snug tight right behind his swelling crown. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Otis had been busy getting the simple ring around Pat's balls in the process "well Guzman this is ending up being a real education, huh?" looking around the room seeing the Steroid Kid making a big display of keeping Mike in check "not like I would admit I always had some curiosity about what you all had stuffed down there" nodding at Otis' pants "maybe it's time you showed the world how much of that is real!"

"It's all real" and there were his hands at his belt buckle. Steve did not know where to look first, at that perfectly displayed ass swinging slowly right at dick level. Or those black bristling pubes coming into view right next to him. When Otis stepped out of his jeans but stood there in his long baggy boxers with something long and thick pushing out one side Steve had to keep from getting caught staring at those boxers to look where Otis was pointing. Because stretching that hole between those spread cheeks Pat's ass remained plugged, pointing right at Steve "don't know whose sick idea was" but instead of removing it Steve grabbed that plastic tail with one hand and his discarded hoodie with the other. As soon as he had his smelly sweatshirt tied over Pat's head enough to blindfold him he returned his attention to that plastic appendage and began a slow and steady pressure, rocking it deeper into Pat's now totally displayed crack "as much as I could do this until you shoot your load" seeing the effect it was having on Mike's front, Steve's focus was Pat's returning hardon "it's seriously in the way for what's gonna happen here Tool" and with slimed fingers Steve popped it out, taking in Mike's bitter and resigned expression "from your reaction, I'm guessing your idea huh Mike?" Pat gasped and lurched as that fat middle part of the plug was yanked past his sphincter.

"Steve c'mon think what you're doing?" Mike's eyes also bouncing all over, first his son suspended and tied, then his rival's crotch dangerously close to his son's butt, and not least at Otis and his scary boxers.

"Getting kinda hot in here, ain't it Mike?" Steve applied some of the offered lube to the plug and bam! popped it back in again. He twisted and poked it around inside Pat forcing his frame to begin a slow steady rocking until it had the desired effect "don't think I'm neglecting you bud. Time you get your butt over here too... now!"

"C'mon Slacter for the love of – "

"Yeah, good idea, let's see some love now" tossing the lube into Mike's hand. When Mike gave him a pissed puzzled look Steve pointed at Pat's still swollen cock "I want your kid to really enjoy this" and in spite of Mike's slowing protests, Steve ordered Mike to start lubing his son's cock. When his greased hand began to slide up and down Pat's growing tube already stretched from the metal ring around those blond balls, Steve asked "the bazooka shoot off yet tonight?"

"Huh?" from Mike.

"No you. Pat! Pat!"

"Me? N-n-no..." Pat felt an unknown hand pumping life back into his cock. Because if there was one thing he would have changed before when Paco impaled him it was this; he could not reach himself when he was slammed face down on this horse. As he felt himself grow he understood why his dad's friend wanted him face up; so he could have some sick satisfaction seeing Pat completely aroused by what was about to happen. Then it hit him right between the eyes! This guy had previous experience fucking guys in the ass! How else would he know about things like this sling? And who else but... his dad? Feeling that tentative hand on his cock imagining him sticking it to his dad just like this and his cock had no where to go but up! No wonder Steve and his dad almost came to blows over what? That image got brighter and bright as Pat got so hard he was glad he was blindfolded and could not look at his dad. That was when that damn plug was eased from him one last time. Then he heard,

"Now O'Toole the same way... ol buddy" Steve nodded down at his own half-hard a bit pinched in that cock-ring arrangement.

"C'mon Steve you can't expect me to – "

"You're gonna lube me and keep lubing me until I'm hard enough, well you know hard enough for what, we clear on that?" Steve slapped his scary meat once or twice against Pat's unprotected ass cheek "now or I got a hunch Big Brother" indicating the laptop and the screen "won't be happy."

"You really think I'm gonna..."

"Now Tool!" and with even more arguing and threatening Mike finally yanked the lube from Steve and squeezed more into his already greasy hand. With Steve's hand guiding him Mike applied it first to his own already reddened cock until all the kinks were out of it. And then standing there more hard then not Mike began to lube Steve's cock alternating with Pat's until is was so hard there was no mistaking his eagerness, and his son's too he suspected, for what was happening. Again and again Steve guided Mike's reluctant but greasy hand back to his own cock, getting that long ringed battering ram hard enough to do the dirty deed.

"Yeah don't that bring ya back huh Tool?" Steve felt that hand stroking his cock, and all the half-forgotten feelings returning "just like the old days huh?"

"C'mon Steve chill. we don't gotta..." Mike whispered hoping Pat was so distracted he could not hear.

"Make sure it's lubed enough Tool" Steve whispered back, rocking his cock back and forth into Mike's hand "and to make sure everyone here" nodding at the screen almost doing a close-up on their tight little knot "I mean everyone gets to see how disgusted you actually are by what happens next – "

"Damnit Slack!"

"You're gonna show everyone" nodding at the screen "everyone how much you want me to fuck your own kid, got it? You're gonna hold my dick, no better you're gonna guide my cock right into your kid's ass got it?" looking at Paco like the lynchpin he was "and you!" pointing towards Pat's head "you stand over the kid" barely loud enough for him to hear "and you're gonna do the honors of making this swing... well, use your imagination" he mouthed the words.

Which is what Paco did when he got in place, making sure Pat's blindfold was secured tight But his main focus was watching Mike, seeing his face as he realized his former teammate was serious and there was really no other option. Paco watched him grab Steve's now shiny and steel-hard cock by the base and with some swearing between the two he eased Steve's now totally rodded greased weapon towards Pat's spread crack, holding it steady and horizontal. With Mike's hand trapped between Steve's shaved crotch and the smooth muscled cheeks of his own son, he aimed the cockhead forward until Steve nodded at Paco who gave the sling the slightest push until Pat's crack was lined up with the business end of that engorged cock and Pat felt something much different pressing at his sore hole. Mister Slacter – that Steve from the gym sauna – was actually going to do it! He was going to fuck him right in front of his dad!

"No!" Mike was disgusted and turned on having to participate if not encourage this "no Steve! Don't! This is wrong! Can't we talk about – "

"Don't tell me this ass is virgin Tool..." Steve was so charged up his dick was not going to be stopped "or you pissed it ain't you – "

"Fuck you! That's a fucked up thing to even – "

"Gotta hunch you been fuckin him already!" Steve decided this was going to happen. The ultimate turn-on and having his old buddy forced to participate seeing his own son lie there while he all but raped his big-dicked son tied into this kinky sling.

"You too!" Steve saw Otis keeping to background, and had him stand next to him next "you all wanted me here tonight then it's time you join the party" looking at Paco "again!"

Paco pulled the sling back an inch or two and then rocked it forward again, this time using his big muscles to give it a harder push. When he saw Pat flinch he knew Steve's evil plan was having the desired effect,

"Okay bud, show time" Steve wedged Mike's hand so it could not slip away "now just your thumb and index finger around the base cause it's going deep!" Mike's hand was locked in place feeling Steve's cockhead already buried in that burning flesh. So when Paco gave another shove Mike felt Pat's ass slide forward several inches. Pat yelled, his whole body spasmed as Paco rocked him from one direction and Steve's cock guided by Mike's hand skewered him from the other. Mike opened his eyes to see Steve's cock press forward and with a gasp and a lurch from Pat, he felt another jab and watched in horror and lust as it slid the full length deep into Pat's heavily lubed hole. He tried squeezing his eyes shut again, not wanting to see any more but then Steve's free hand found Mike's cock and began a tight steady stroking.

"Kinda familiar huh Tool?" Steve gave another shove as Paco rocked Pat backwards until little more than the head was buried in Pat "watching my cock open a virgin hole while you're getting off on it?"

"No please Shaf don't!"

"Except this time you're too sober to pull that morning after shit, ain't that right?" Steve pulled out an inch and then his greasiest hand was at Otis' shorts "don't think your time hanging in the back all innocent like is gonna last forever huh Otis? Hey Mike don't ya wanna see the real thing?" and then just as Mike succeeded in yanking his hand away Steve gave a long thrust and buried his cock all the way cockring-deep into Pat's ass before Paco had a chance to adjust. Pat bucked and yelled but Steve's hand went from Otis' front to Pat's barely diminished cock and began the same rhythm as on his dad's "okay bets. Who you think gonna shoot off first? Pat or his dad watching his own son get ripped open?"

"Pat! For sure!" Paco grunted, his own cock free of that towel and getting a steady workout now.

"Otis?" Steve caught his body on the screen and gave a muscle pose with his cock getting a good milking from that tight hole. His eyes went to Otis' overdeveloped nephew then Mike then those full shorts on Otis then back to his huge image on the screen as he yanked his wife-beater up and off, pumping out his chest and flexing his abs for the camera, impaling Pat again and again "who?" but Steve could see the front of Otis' now stained shorts no longer able to conceal that long tube starting to press out the front. Otis gave a long sigh glancing at Paco then stood there as Steve broke off his exhibition to reach down and opened Otis' fly. What he pulled out could only be described as somewhere past gargantuan!

"Tio!" Paco gasped at the sight of that long black uncut snake easily eleven inches long and throbbing as more and more blood rushed to fill its impossible length.

"Man, now I know why that weapon was invited to this party?" Steve's eyes were on Otis but his cock began a faster deeper thrusting in time to Paco rubbing his crotch against Pat's shoulder, keeping up a steady rocking as a result. Steve almost forgot his two hands were again jerking the O'Toole twins, his eyes trying to take in Otis' revelation when Mike gave a series of gasps and before he could pull away from Steve's grip began to quiver and shake and in spite of all his efforts started shooting his load all over Pat's hip. As soon as Steve realized Mike was actually cumming he redirected that cannon until the remaining shots landed on Pat's crotch, splashing his balls with the hot jism. Pat felt his dad's cum splatter him and Steve's hand had little choice but to make Pat's full-out cock erupt as well. And Pat's cock shot up high enough to catch him in the face, those internal contractions around Steve's cock squeezed him over the edge "fuck fuck FUCK!" Steve yelled "I'm cumming! Damnit Tool I'm flooding your kid with my juice! Watch me fuck your kid! Watch my cock fill Pat's ass!" as he slammed again and again until he finally had to yank his thick meat free, dripping and flexing with the over-stimulation "I creamed your kid Tool!"

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Mike's cock just continued to spasm in Steve's tight grip. And then that is when it happened. He saw Steve's brutal metal-encased cock withdraw from his own son's raped ass and even saw the creamy evidence of his rival's orgasm start to seep from Pat's barely contracting hole. So when Steve stepped aside and directed – no pushed! – Mike into his spot, Mike knew this was all beyond acceptable limits. Still Steve's hand never left his cock, not until it directed Mike's barely shrinking cock right at his son's swollen ring,

"You're gonna do it, you're going to fuck him until now it's your jizz coming out his ears, you're going to fuck him so the whole room" looking up at their images on the screen "until EVERYONE knows your story! About how fucking your own kid is the biggest nastiest turn-on for you you can never deny it again! DO IT!" actually grabbing Mike's cheek muscles and doing the thrusting for him "like you ain't even close to losing your bone got it? You are going to keep fucking him until we see both of you shoot your loads again! I know you can Tool! I've seen that thing blow a nut four times running! Do it Tool! Fuck Pat! Fuck Pat like – "

"Man I'm seeing it but no way I'm believing..." Paco looked at Mike's red face and that sticky slimy section where their two bodies were all but glued together. But when he thought he saw it all he glanced at his now naked uncle and watching that foot-long uncut cock come to life all by itself, all the activity sending even more blood south to his almost as impressive crotch.

By that point Mike was past the point of being secretive or coy about any of this. So when he felt Steve's front squeeze him forward and there was no room but to have Steve's greasy hand direct Mike's cock farther into his son's butt, Mike let it happen. There was a brief moment before his half-hard began to respond to the hot hole, feeling Pat's spasm of shock as he felt a different cock invade him, guessing whose it was. But when Steve's greased hand returned to Pat's cock and resumed its steady milking, now with the additional slime of both Mike's and his own cum, Pat bucked and flexed his ass muscles, first in protest then with increasing enthusiasm. When Mike felt those muscles tighten around his sore but swollen cock he found himself plunging deeper and faster until he felt it fill and lengthen just like Steve suspected it would. Even when Steve's re-greased other hand found Mike's hairy crack Mike did not loose his bone. Neither did he when he felt a finger slide into his own hole. So as soon as Mike's ass was greased and greased again, Steve returned one hand to Pat's barely softened cock as he squeezed Mike forward sandwiching him between his own cock and Pat's now bright red butt cheeks.

"Hey that was not part of the bargain – " Otis stood there naked now giving his growing cock a good polishing, making a bit of a show for Paco.

"Just warming him up for you" and Steve let his still-ringed and swollen cockhead find that slimy wrinkle. Mike tried to buck himself away but he had no where to go but forward! And when he did, Paco made sure to give the sling enough of a push to make Pat grunt. Again and again Paco rocked Pat onto Mike's cock, each time forcing it farther and farther until Mike had no where to go but backwards into Steve's cock lined up for the assault. Paco gave the sling one hard shove and Steve's cock head rammed hard into Mike's lubed ass. Mike yelled and flexed but he was pinned tight "yeah, feel that Mike? Feel a cock open you up? Cause I'm just getting you warmed up for that monster and it's ready to do some serious damage on – "

"NO!" Mike bucked hard and somehow managed to push Steve off balance, impaling himself on that cock in the process. He bucked again yanking himself free of both him and Pat "no! I can't! You'd rip me open!" backing up, giving everyone, including the big screen a good view of how deep his fully hard cock had penetrated Pat's ass. The ring of lube around the base of his cock was all they needed to see. He had been as deep into his son as Sunday afternoon and all those feelings were now too far in the open to ever be denied again. He relubed his cock with everyone watching, not really knowing what he intended to do with it.

"Finish him!" now it was Otis grabbing him from behind "shoot your load in your kid's ass! Do it!" but as much as he was eager to get Mike's thick cock back inside his kid's ass, the way he reached around Mike's waist and brought his slick long fingers to work on Pat's tortured cock seemed like he it was all about getting Pat to shoot another load. Mike looked down at Pat's writhing body and then he felt something hot and huge banging at his backdoor. That alone was enough to destroy any reluctance to bury his dick back inside that warm squishy hole. He barely had it plunged back inside Pat's stretched hole when he felt that cockhead start to press deeper in his crack. Gauging the urgent hardness of the battering ram at his dangerously greasy crack it could only be mean Otis was now in the mood to do some fucking himself.

"What's it gonna be O'Toole?" he heard Otis' deep out of breath grunt behind him "which one?"

"Fuck fuck" Mike was on auto-pilot now, the only thing in control was his dick "fuck fuck!"

"That what you want?" Otis angled his enormous cockhead until it was banging against his hole with each of Mike's thrusts "you want this finally ripping you up? Cause when you came crawling in my house tonight you knew sooner or later – "

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" and Mike's panic somehow translated into all the nerve endings in his cock start to fire. He was eighteen again and his cock was in control and unless Mike appeased it with jacking off – or worse! – three times a day he could get no rest. When Otis' cockhead began a slow pressure stretching his hole, that buried memory from some hidden recess of his mind went right to his cock and his hips went into autopilot "of fuck oh fuck oh fuck" but as fast as he pistoned his adult sized cock into Pat's now ravaged hole, Otis' big hand on Pat's cock was faster, not stopping until Pat gasped and with his dad's cock battering his nut, Pat exploded his load flooding Otis's hand with another deposit, exploding again and again like he had been saving it up for days. Even if he had just cum "NO!" then Mike felt Otis begin to penetrate him "DON'T you FUCKIN DARE! PLEASE NO!"

Otis eased out of Mike's ass, his cock now bobbing and angry, eleven inches of horny determination,

"I was gonna give you the choice but your kid there can't seem to find his tongue, huh? Seeing as he shot off first, strikes me he's eager for my danger dick!"

"No... please..."

"You just felt the head and you panicked!" grabbing himself and giving it a shake like thunder "how you suppose you could take the whole foot huh? So O'Toole it's you or your kid, O'Toole, which one it's gonna be? Cause you been thinking about nothing else!"

Mike felt the edge of his orgasm bubbling from his tight balls hanging him like a noose. He would never admit consciously the image of that monster impaling him or Pat was what really got his nut this time. But as much as the idea of that tent-pole ripping him open was burning into his mind, he knew it was a sick fantasy suitable for an eighteen year old beer-fueled jack-off. Actually taking that into him was more than he could stomach. He could never look himself in the mirror again knowing a gigantic black cock up his ass got him to cream his load. And not in front of this group! Never! So he eased back onto that log just enough to convince himself it would send him to the emergency room.

"Guess you decided huh?" Otis got him in a bearhug "you want me don't ya?"

"I..." not looking at his pal Steve, seeing the lust on his face "I mean... uh... you'd kill me..."

"Smart man, gets to live another day, with a big `big' future in front of you" Otis gave Mike a hard stare as he replaced Mike at Pat's ass "well young stud looks like you own dad just threw you to the wolves. How you feel about that?" removing Steve's sweatshirt from Pat's face "how you feel about watching yourself get impaled on this?" slapping it against Pat's oozing cock, grabbing them both in his big mitt so Pat could feel how much bigger Otis was. By at least another hand.

"Dad?" Pat looked at his father suddenly a scared teenager again, but Mike looked away "you mean..." and as Pat's eyes readjusted to the bright lights, the thing he was watching was that mass of muscle and Otis engaged in a rapid fire discussion. They both kept shooting sideways glances at that computer, whispering something that involved Pat the way Paco kept nodding at him. But what Pat was running over and over in his mind as he felt Otis readjusting his sling straps was the sensation of Steve in him with his dad right there, the two of them – no the three of them – so tight together that Pat could almost read their minds. No, actually it seemed he could, at least Mister Slacter's. He got the impression of what happened between him and his dad at that lake when they were still teammates. And how it echoed in both their heads, never fading always haunting them. But the effects in their heads was quite different. Because unlike his dad, Steve did not do everything he could do bury it. Instead he tried to do everything to recreate that crazy, forbidden rush of adrenelin and sex and power and danger, but all it did was get him into more and more trouble until there was that brief stint in County where he met... but Steve's mind blocked the name. Or else he never really knew it, not his real name. All Pat could read was Rick or Rock or Truck, something. But that was the guy that showed him the tricks, literally and figuratively. So from that point on, the new and improved Steve, now muscles bulging and covered in tats, used his odd jobs as bouncers to start picking up drunken dudes who were too hungover or freaked the next morning to do or say shit about what Steve did to them. Once Steve realized he could use his intimidating looks to get to a growing list of willing guys, he expanded his range from bars at closing time to parks, then highway rest-stops, then when he discovered the Y well... But when he crossed paths with this young O'Toole, it was like a circle was closing. So tonight with both the guy who started it all, and his son who was like the climax – he almost chuckled at the analogy – to all of this, Steve knew this night was the big game changer!

Pat tried to keep one eye on this Steve guy through the night, because after all he was "responsible" for bringing him into this craziness. But once he got into his head, he realized this was like karma for both of them. But not only Steve, but Paco as well. And his dad, and Otis and on and on until he could not keep all of the actions clear in his head. Not until he felt Otis readjust his sling so he was more sitting vertically than lying on his back did Pat get jerked back into the present. When Pat was no longer horizontal and his butt pointed down instead of out, he saw Otis nod at Paco to do even more, Pat hearing "like it said like it said". With the two supporting Pat's weight, Otis lowered the main strap until Pat's ass was much lower, barely clearing the dirty floor by a foot.

"Just so you know" but Otis was talking to screen, not them "I don't rape kids ain't willing to ride my ride we clear on that?" to Pat "you a strong kid, let's see you pull yourself up."

"Huh?" from both him and Paco still supporting some of Pat's weight.

"And if your kid can't" nodding at Mike "you!"

"Me what?"

"Like Paco there, let's see you hold your kid's weight" which is what Mike did after Paco helped him with the initial lifting. If there was one thing Mike was it was strong, even though his middle-age gut implied the contrary, but his upper body was big and strong enough to hold Pat up by his shoulders while Paco grabbed Pat around the waist.

"Dad? What's this about?" Pat tried to catch his breath, not sure what was happening. And feeling it was distracting enough to keep his mind from focusing more on what had been going through Mister Slacter's when he was ejaculating his story into Pat's stretched hole.

"Yeah Otis why am I – "

"You mean we" Paco joined in, both of them aware Paco could be doing the heavy lifting all by himself.

"The longer you two keep him up" Otis grabbed a mat and threw it one the floor beneath Pat's hanging body "the longer you keep him from hurting himself" and if Otis didn't lower himself down until he was lying immediately beneath Pat's ass pointing right at what Otis was greasing and pointing upwards at his target.

"No Tio!" Paco gasped when he saw what his uncle was planning, his grip slipping on Pat's sweaty back "not that!"

"Wicked!" Steve groaned "that's just the nastiest! Sooner or later Mike you're gonna lose your grip or his arms gonna give out. When he does..."

"No Otis don't! This just wrong!"

"We all know this is what they really brought you guys here for – what I was told – what I got forced into this for. Those guys" nodding at the screen "wanna see they wanna get their rocks off perving when your boy gets this ripping open his ass."

"Dad..." Pat groaned, his own hands tight on the straps, feeling his grip slip again and again as his dead weight began to take its toll on his already fatigued arms. Because when his arms gave out, when either Paco or his dad's arms gave out, gravity would take over and he would sag down until his body lowered onto that foot-long threat pointing up at him.

"You don't want this to happen O'Toole then..." Otis gave an bitter grunt "don't let him fall. Keep his up for um... they say five minutes – "

"Five!?!?" Pat gasped "dad!"

"We can do this" but like Pat, Mike's arms were already starting to spasm. After all, he and Paco were trying to hold up a hundred and eighty pounds of slippery lube and cum-smeared sweaty flesh. If he could get beneath Pat and on his shoulders but everyone was conspiring to make this a long agonizing struggle that could only end one way. Mike knew he could hold Pat from certain impalement for some minutes, but five? Just when he thought he had a better grip they all heard it. That damn laptop started beeping.

"Guess I'm..." only that incessant beeping got Steve to stop his hand in his crotch as he struggled over to the laptop to read its interruption.

"Don't give a fuck what it says" Otis continued to apply more and more lube to his dark meat, working that foreskin up and down in a slow steady motion "I'm doing what it said. Tell them that."

"Well?" Paco was hoping the message would give him and his huge arms a rest somehow "now what?"

Instead of answering him, and revealing the second part of the message, the part Steve would be forced to do, he went to the cooler and returned with his arms clutching the cold bottles to his hairy chest.

"This" was all Steve said, crouching down to give the first to Otis, running his eyes all over that corded display of shiny muscles, focusing on one in particular before he opened a second and got up to offer it to Pat.

"What the fuck?" from several voices at once as he lifted it to Pat's mouth who began to gulp it down as best he could. When his was empty, he went to Paco next, and then Mike, holding it to their lips as they continued to struggled with their burden.

"Damn..." Otis' hand returned to business "can't say that wasn't a bad idea" feeling the drink pumping new life into his system. But the interruption only made Mike begin to tire more as the cold drink cramped his gut. He almost didn't notice Steve return and position himself between the two lifters, rubbing his hands with what could only be more lube.

"Its idea okay? Not mine okay?" nodding back at the computer, and just like that Steve's hands reached out, one grabbing Mike's cock, the other pulling Paco's towel away, that brown uncut torpedo already lifting even before Steve began jacking it with his other greased hand, keeping the same rhythm on both of their cocks, one hard and one getting there fast "they wanna see who gonna blow first" like that explained anything. But Steve was getting annoyed – and very very nervous – how that damn computer kept getting into his head, like it could almost read his dirty deep thoughts. Or else the powers that be wanted him to do more hide and jack watching the grand finale. But as Mike yelled and protested about the additional handicap, everyone knew the real purpose of the jack-off race; it was to speed up the inevitable.

As Otis knew watching Paco thrusting into Steve's tight grip, his nephew had no control over himself. And without Otis there to break his concentration every few seconds, it was a matter of maybe thirty seconds before all those thick muscles started to tense as Paco gasped, his hips frozen tight trying to prevent his cock from swelling in Steve's hand and then with every shiny muscle tensed and popping, Paco's hips spasmed and just stood there, his cock tight in that expert grip exploding his second load all over the floor, the first few shots even hitting his uncle on his hip and pubes. He gasped and buckled as Steve continued the stroking on his now hyper-sensitive skinned head, and right on cue Paco doubled over to get away from that hand, letting go of Pat's waist in the process.

Mike yelled as all of Pat's weight was on him now and yelled again when Pat screamed as his ass landed on Otis' waiting upturned monster. Without Paco's support Pat's butt slumped down a foot and that thick head entered him. Pat screamed and Mike gave a powerful yank, pulling him up several inches. And then he felt Steve's hand return to his cock.

"No! Stop! Damnit Steve this is..."

"Gonna happen" Otis smeared more lube on his head where Pat's ring had pushed it down. He held the base of his cock with both hands, keeping it pointed at its target "damn it really said to jack them both huh?"

"Please please uh... uh..." Mike's cock was pulling too much blood away from his arms. And somehow that damn sports drink was acting like some damn Viagra or something because Steve's awkward jacking was being rewarded by another boning. He hated to think about it, but the thought of a third nut might happen. No matter how he tried to keep his arms from failing but like it was planned, he knew he could not hold Pat's slippery sweaty body all by himself for much longer. And then as he felt Steve change his grip, his arms began to shake and turn to mush.

"Oh oh OH!" Pat yelled, feeling his dad's arm give way and his leaking hole again make contact with that hot flesh. This time when he felt it enter him, he knew it was all over.

"NO NO NO!" Mike yelled, trying to pull Pat up, but his arms were exhausted. No matter how he tried, he felt Pat sagging down even more, as the idea of Pat opening up to that black cock overcame him "oh Pat!"

Pat yelled as he felt the cockhead completely open his ring wide. It was that fat dick on Paco all over again. But Pat knew it would not end with a stretched hole, the whole scary length would begin to invade him. He concentrated and relaxed and squeezed out as his flesh lost the battle and those strong arms under him shook and lost their grip. Pat clenched his teeth as he slid down on something like a baseball bat continue to open him up. He gasped when he realized he was not going to rip in two; he might actually survive this seering invasion of his burning ass. The pain was slowly being replaced by the shock that his ass could take something as big as this and then he felt his dad's arms and chest shaking violently.

"No no stop STOP STOP!" Mike's grip completely collapsed as Steve's increasing speed on his cock was actually going to do it! It was going to pull another load from his over-stimulated cock!

"Stop?" Steve was on a roll now, his own cock so hard he dreaded what it would feel like if he had drunk one of these bottles as well. Then he remembered downing several when the wall of sweaty heat hit him when he first came in the place "huh Tool? You want this to stop?" and his hand slowed its torture "or is this what you want to see?" Steve's other hand then went to Pat's cock laying helpless along his greasy slimed stomach "you wanna see how your kid really feels about that treetrunk rearranging his insides?" rubbing that lube into Pat's cock, distracting him from what was slowly being lodged deep inside him "you wanna see how actually he feels about getting dicked by Otis' monster cock? That it Tool?" and there was something serious, some kind of major turn-on feeling a guy's cock swell and harden in his hand "okay watch this! Watch your kid's cock turn to steel getting deep-fucked!" and Steve began a steady mutual jacking on both cocks the same as before, except this time it was the O'Toole twins "yeah, nothing sicker than totally turned on off seeing this!" Steve pulled his hands away from Pat's cock. Both of them watched Otis' slight upward rocking having a sympathetic effect on Pat's cock, throbbing in synch with each upward jab until Pat was as hard as he had been all night, the cockring making it so red and stretched it looked like it would burst. Seeing that Steve resumed the jacking, knowing it would only make Pat's ordeal worse. Mike yanked away from Steve's grip, too overwhelmed by the sensation, by the sight of Pat actually responding to that thing in him, but how? Mike bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he got a fresh grip on Pat's shoulders. He succeeded in lifting him up several inches.

"Oh fuck fuck!" Pat gasped, feeling his ass slide up a major section of that huge cock "oh yeah yeah, like that!"

"Do that again" Steve barked seeing Pat's cock burp some clear fluid with the movement. His other hand returned to Mike's undefended cock again, faster and faster as the numb rubberiness began to harden again. Faster and faster until his hands became blurs on their cocks and Mike realized that momentary break only made the new jacking even more stimulating! But no way could he cum again, would he let himself betray himself again. Just when he felt his balls tightening for the steady slide to what was beginning to feel like a ear-splitting orgasm he heard,

"Continue, do not stop! Finish each other!"

"But he shot a load! He's finished!"" coming from the screen. Mike barely turned his head before he saw it! A devastating jumbo-tron version of him and Pat Sunday, naked with Mike pressing his crotch down into Pat's ass!

"Fuck!" from Paco turning around to get a better look.

"Damnit I fuckin KNEW it!" and Steve resumed his action on Mike's cock. But Mike was so shocked and outraged – and yeah turned on! – seeing himself on the screen then hearing "do it dad!" he completely lost his grip and Pat fell down with a shocked gasp. Mike was too busy struggling with Steve's hand to realize what he had done. Only when he saw Pat completely impaled on Otis' crotch did he realize he dropped the ball. But the way Pat had his eyes closed and his head thrown back, everyone could see Pat's blatant response being stuffed with Otis's meat, and how his cock was burping more and more precum in time to Otis' now unconfined thrusts upwards into Pat's barely suspended ass.

"Sorry I'm so sorry" Mike crouched down to see the damage. Or rather to see up close that huge log thrusting up into Pat's widely stretched hole. Mike swore he could almost see Pat's stomach swell with each increasingly forceful thrust. He ignored the sight and sounds of Pat and him all but fucking on the screen, his focus on how his son was reacting to be completely opened up by Otis' record cock.

"No Mike! I mean Pat!" seemed to boom out from the screen, echoing around the room "do it dad!...they won't let this end until you do! But it's sick and wrong! I can't fuck my own son..." Mike heard from the screen and knew he was totally damned.

"You okay son? Is he hurting you?" Mike rubbed his cum-stained hands all over Pat's shoulders and chest then down to his crotch "this what you want? You want guys..."

"Fuck fuck fuck me" Pat groaned, his whole world centered on that fullness overwhelming him. Even when he felt his dad grip him around the waist and damn if he was not raising and lowering him ever so slightly.

"Do it Pat" Mike balanced Pat's weight and freed one hand to grip his son's larger cock "make me happy, make daddy happy, cum for me son, make me proud."

"Fucking your own kid, fucking your own kid" Otis started up his chant in time to his thrusts higher and higher into that perfect ass in time with his father's rocking motions "fuck fuck fuck fuck" in time with the fucking coming from the screen, too aroused now and too close to his days-delayed orgasm to pay notice to what his nephew and that burly Miller guy were doing behind him. Not until he felt something hot splash down on him did he realize someone's load landed on his chest and feeling the second hot scalding mess hit him on his stomach Otis gasped as his balls unloaded and he felt his mega-cannon shoot his first load high into that kid's intestines, squeezing his cock like it could not let go. Then again and again and again until so much cum was gushing out of him he thought he would pass out, barely aware of it leaking out of that stretched hole and oozing down the length of his cock, burning his sticky pubes and soaking his tight tingling balls. Feeling cum tickling his balls began his second volley of cum upwards, the effect of having to hold his load for too long now drooling everywhere. And then he felt that ass contract tight around his cock, squeezing it in a vice grip, knowing his pride and joy made the kid blow his load and that squeezed out even a third volley of cum. Otis was so lost in his never-ending orgasm he barely noticed a third and then a fourth splatter of hot cum down on his shoulders and chest. Only when he felt the room stop spinning did he feel that hot tight hole slowly being lifted off the entire length of his cock, ten no twenty seconds of one long stimulating pull from the base of his cock all the way and when that ring finally let go of his head, the last gasp of cum was squeezed from his barely softening cock. He was on the edge of slipping into that blackness when he heard,

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"appearing at the door like their worst nightmare two cops, their pistols drawn "everybody FREEZE!"