The Exam

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, 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. 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. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally, thanks to all you loyal readers who have stuck with this story through thick and thin.

Chapter Ninety

Sunday August 11

"Sein ist das Haus des Schmerzes

Sein ist die Hand die Shafft

Sein ist die Hand die verletzt

Sein ist die Hand die heilt

Nicht unsere Zugehoerigkeit zu zerstoren

das ist das Gesetz.

Sind wir nicht Menschen?"

-- Das Tierdrama

To say Bo did not sleep well that night would be a gross understatement. More than gross, obscene! At one point he found himself packing all his clothes into an old dusty set of luggage. And go where ya big fuckup? The moon? And leave Will here? Or Klu "c'mon-unc-lemme-stay-I'll-be-kool!" for that matter? He sat in the kitchen watching the sky get light, having another cup of coffee. As soon as he could he was on the phone.

His laywer friend told him not to do anything stupid or rash. Skipping the country would make his case worse when and if it came to court. Instead, he would make some "inquiries" and see what the general climate was. He told Bo to sit tight and wait for him to call him back Monday, or Tuesday at the latest. Bo tried to explain how Will needed to leave for his sports camp on Monday -- if there was still a camp to go to! His lawyer told him to go about their business as usual. After all he and Will were not actually on the premises when everything hit the fan, and Bo would swear out a deposition to that effect when and if the time came. "Wait and see" was the popular phrase of the moment, it seemed. Bo hung up more worried than before. But his lawyer was right; he could do little else. Or maybe not!

He called his associate Steve and told him to meet him at the "usual place", around noon or so. Steve was trying to interrupt him a thousand times but Bo was not in the mood. That call took all of forty seconds.

He left a note for Will telling him to keep his butt well inside today, and wait for him to let Will know when it was safe to show his face in public again. And to get ready for the trip tomorrow, disaster or no disaster. He finished his coffee and headed outside, the air still and quiet. Bo broke into a sweat regardless.

He drove around town, going slowly past the houses of those he knew who probably had their ass in the sling with him. The Herms' place looked quiet, as did the Muscowski's. He wanted to head downtown to see if the docs' office was a burned-out crater or not, but decided that was too hot to risk. They probably had surveillance all over that place, just waiting for some dickhead like Bo to come snooping around. He'd be in the back of a paddy wagon before he finished his question.

The lake was calming to his nerves as he glided down the hill and approached the beach. Even this early on a Sunday morning there were the usual suspects. The ladies jogging with their AKC purebreds, the guys out with their sailboards, the fishermen with their bait-buckets full of misguided optimism, even a few squad cars making their presence known. Bo made a point of ignoring them as he drove past, one eye watching for the slightest recognition, the slightest hint he was "on the list".

He kept driving and driving until he found himself in Port, thinking that was far enough to have a quiet breakfast. He called home, waking Will, reminding him to stay put and not do anything stupid. Will was scared, Bo could tell. Why else would he be so cooperative, so polite on the phone? Or else he was just worried about what was going to happen tomorrow too?

Bo came back into the city from the south, turning off on South Business Drive, the traffic growing with folks leaving church or beginning their shopping. He turned onto Union crossing the railroad tracks, then turned again into the industrial area, knowing only the skeleton crews might be working now. Around eleven forty-eight, more or less, Bo parked behind the warehouse, not sure if he wanted his car to be spotted there or not. After deliberating, he decided he could walk the several blocks back here, and pulled away. He found a parking spot on the other side of Union, in a comfortable residentail area. After locking the doors, he walked back south on 24th, perhaps spotting Steve's car ahead of him, turning into the parking lot. Bo slowed his pace, wanting Steve to get there first. Let him walk into the swat team reception if there was one!

Bo's grip on his gymbag tightened as he went around to the back of the building, not sure what would be lying in wait for him there. He did spot Steve's car in the usual slot, and maybe one or two others, parked there for any of a thousand reasons. His knuckles were white when he turned the handle on the door, stepping into semi-darkness.

"Bo that you?" he heard from the back before the door closed.

"Yeah, who y'expectin?" like the whole fuckin police force maybe?

"Nobody. Just you'n--"

"Me'n who else Steve?" Bo walked the length of the storage area, to the back office area. Steve was putting several bags of fast food onto the table.

"Didn't y'tell me t'set up another... y'know... session for you today?"

"Shit!" Bo tossed his bag onto a chair against the wall "y'tellin me y'went ahead and did that? After..."

"After what?" Steve opened the bag, the hot coffee to his lips so fast you would have thought Bo was gonna wrestle it away from him. He took a few tentative sips, still molten and scalding from the drive-through "y'tellin me y'changed your mind?"

"Steve we gotta talk" Bo looked around the room, then went back to the door to the main storage area, watching for any sign of movement.

"Sure, talk, not talk whatever" Steve opened another bag and pulled out a greasy breakfast sandwich, the air filling with the smell of ham and eggs. Bo's stomach gave a lurch.

"Anybody call ya -- I mean anything happen yesterday -- last night to be real specific?"

"Nope, me'n the wife went over to her folks..." Steve looked up, seeing Bo's constant monitoring of the place, nervous and guilty written all over him "hey... what's up? We got problems?"

"Yeah we got problems, MAJOR problems, or I sure as hell know I do" and Bo gave Steve a brief description of what he knew about the bust at Mort's. Steve was flabbergasted other "activities" were going on all around him, the entire county churning out god-knows-what! He almost spilled his coffee at a few points.

"What? You tellin me COPS? Like REAL cops?"

"Yeah, the whole fuckin force was there like. So that's why I gotta know if they contacted you, if this little scene we got goin on here is on their hit list too, or what? You ain't heard anything? Seen anything?"

"Look Bo, this was all your idea, remember?"

"Yeah I remember y'don't gotta keep remindin me" Bo jumped when he heard a noise about a hundred yards away "and I remember why you argreed too!"

"Look that was years ago!"

"And years don't make up for what happened to our group. So that's why I gotta know if we're square here or not! The tapes, they're all safe right?"

"Yeah, they're long gone. The most recent batch was mailed out... Friday" Steve looked at Bo "no way they got anything on us--"

"They already got enough on me for ten t'thirty I'm thinkin" Bo stuck his head out the door again, the wind doing a number on the roof driving him nuts.

"Okay then we're safe -- well relatively safe -- here with this shit, right?" Steve looked around, knowing whatever happened, they could not trace anything back to him. Not to this place. Hell, even the boss knew he was using the unused space in the back for something less than legit. Several times he wanted in on the poker racket he thought Steve was running here. When Steve told him it was more like mail order, he rolled his eyes and told him to watch his ass.

"That's why the fuck I'm here! Okay? So you ain't heard nothin? Seen nothin?"

"Like I said, this place is safe okay? Unless you tellin me some of the dudes you been bringing back here -- I been bringing back here -- they ain't gonna go squealing are they? Cause if --"

"They know if they do, they in the same deep shit we are, right?"

"Man I can't believe you got me messed up in this shit!"

"How many years it's been now? Since we left active duty?"

"Maybe five?"

"More like ten" Bo turned away from the door, the constant knockings and creakings were not helping his nerves "and you still ain't paid off the debt!"

"C'mon Bo" Steve finished his breakfast sandwich, and went back to drinking the coffee, still hot but not life-threatening "every time we do this shit, that's what? another hundred or so? Not to mention what I gotta pay them!"

"Real rough ain't it?" Bo gave a bitter laugh "I'm the one doin the work, all you gotta do is stand behind the camera and ship the film off to the company. Real rough!"

"You promised this would be the last summer, I'd be off the hook then--"

"Looks like the whole show's comin down around our ears before that's ever happenin" Bo picked up his bag, and started to leave "so gimme a call--"

"Wait! You ain't leavin!"

"Call me if anythin--"

"But what about today?" Steve spilled coffee getting up "what about--"

"What about what?"

"We got a session today -- I mean you do -- remember, you told me to--"

"Fuck Steve!" Bo slammed on his brakes "you tellin me--"

"Remember? You called last week tellin me to set somethin up for today!"

"Fuck..." Bo leaned against the wall, almost bulging with the strain "with all this shit goin down I'm supposed t'remember--"

"Y'tellin me to cancel? Cause I don't know if I can still get ahold of him now. I told him noon and--"

"Who is it?" Bo rubbed his face, scratching his upper lip where that damn fake moustache was glued "do I know him?"

"Another kid. From --"

"I know him? Will know him?"

"Maybe. Yeah, he's from North I think. But football okay? Your Will is still wrestling right?"

"After tomorrow I fuckin know! So who is this kid? Cause if we got history I don't--"

"Doubt it" Steve went to the desk phone "lemme see if I can call him t'cancel."

"Don't bother" Bo's hyper-acute hearing heard the door even at that distance "he's here."

Bo stepped through the door hearing a voice yell out "Hey!" from somewhere at the far end of the building. He could hear the voice crack with the forced bravado, even with that one word. Behind him he heard Steve yell "back here!" as the sound of footsteps came nearer.

"I'm gonna go..." Bo went back to Steve "y'know..."

"Sure thing..."

"Get cleaned up... y'know..." Bo grabbed his bag and disappeared through the inner door. Steve stood by the office door, expected to deal with this situation by himself. Which was his job now, it seemed. Even since his major fuck-up when they were both enlisted, Bo swore he would find a way for Steve to pay back his debt. So for several years now, Steve had been using this place for Bo's various "films". At first they started off all legit and everything, with Bo putting together his various "training films", on everything from car repair to survival skills. As Bo's demonstrations became more physical, the films took on a more "fitness-oriented" quality. When Steve hunted everywhere trying to find buyers for these shoestring low-quality products, with little success, it was Bo who came up with more... "adult-oriented" material. At first it was all rated G, then more R. But when Steve came back and reported he was meeting with more success, the more "adult" the films became, the more Bo decided to, as he said "let shit take its course" and before Steve knew it, he was manning the camera as Bo's clothes came off. At first he was nervous -- hell, more than nervous, he was freaking! -- not knowing if Bo expected him to participate in these films, or not. But when the films went from just Bo doing his naked instructional films to naked work-out films, to naked boxing then all hell started breaking loose. And when Bo insisted Steve was gonna help him find "contestants", Steve knew he was painted into a corner. But the money started rolling in; no longer did Steve have to foot the bill out of his own pocket. In the last few months Steve started to realize he might be able to pay back the full debt sometime before the fall. Steve saw the light at the end of the tunnel. And now this?

He heard the footsteps approaching, not sure if he should send the kid packing or not. Hell, with his luck he would create more suspicions in the kid's head if he did. He stood there finishing his coffee when Terry came around the last pile of boxes,

"Hey!"

"Hey" Steve called back, then held out his free hand. Terry shook it, looking around with all the courage he could summon.

"So..." he looked around "how... ya doin?"

"Doin fine" Steve stepped back, allowing Terry to come into the room. He put his gymbag on the floor, looking around. This was not what he expected "you?"

"Fine..." Steve went back to the desk, opening the drawer. At the bottom was a manila folder. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the kid.

"What's this?" Terry looked at it, not sure what to do with it.

"Read it. It explains a lot of --"

"Look, I thought... y'know... like you said before."

"Yeah, nothing's changed. But read it and sign it --"

"I gotta sign it?!?!" Terry looked around, waiting for the booby trap to spring shut "but I thought it was like--"

"It is Terry, it is. It's just... y'know... we agree on the price and y'know make sure what we do is strictly confidential."

"Like I'm gonna go around bragging I slapped around some little naked faggot!"

"Watch the language" Steve heard it before, but did not want Terry to leave here with a black eye. It was for his own good "so just read it and --"

"I'm sure it's cool" he picked up the pen and scrawled something across the bottom "two hundred right?"

"Yeah mininum two hundred."

"Just for doin... that stuff... like y'said?"

"You having any second thoughts?"

"Naw ain't that" Terry looked around the room, still not sure how this was gonna go down "it's the cameras part."

"What about that?"

"It's just... y'know... getting filmed doing this shit. I don't mind roughin up the kid, just not sure I want a permanent record of it, y'know? What if--"

"That's why there is this" Steve held up the paper "it's for your protection as much as--"

"So who's the kid? Do I know him?" Terry was almost rubbing his hands together, eagerness replacing the apprehension "do I know him? Some punk from school?"

"No I don't believe you know him."

"Cool" Terry was relishing the idea of having some skinny little pimply-ass punk on his knees in front of him, getting pushed around, and maybe if the hints this Steve guy made proved true, even getting the little shit to suck his lob before the day was over. If there was something that got Terry rocking, it was working out his bully fantasies. Something he had been polishing to a fine art ever since seventh grade. He was big and mean, and anyone who gave him shit didn't try it twice. But the idea of wailing on someone he didn't know just struck him as a bit weird. Do-able, but weird.

"So anything goes right?" he looked at Steve, hoping he didn't try to bust up his fun "I mean I don't gotta put the kid in the hospital or anything. Like no broken bones --"

"Nothing like that. No broken bones, no bruises..." Steve looked at him like he had a full blooded psychopath on his hands now "and no blood okay?"

"Cool" Terry looked around "so like when this gonna..."

"You ain't wearing that are you?"

"Why not? I gotta wear something kinky? Like a black cape or shit?"

"Nothin like that" Steve's concern was growing by the moment "what's that?" pointing at his gymbag.

"Change of clothes is all."

"Like?"

"Regular clothes" Terry opened the bag, pulling out a hooded sweatshirt and running pants "like this."

"What ya wearing now?"

"This!" Terry tugged at his t-shirt. Was the guy clueless or what?

"No, I mean... underneath."

"Y'mean like... underwear?"

"Yeah."

"Regular stuff I guess."

"Lemme see" Steve knew he had boxes full of stuff might fit this big kid.

"What? Y'want me t'strip down right here? Y'some kinda fag or somethin?"

"No I ain't a fag" Steve went to one of the boxes and started pulling out a few things. He tossed a jockstrap, a g-string and various styles of undershorts at Terry, "here. Put these on."

"These faggy things?"

"Y'think jockstraps are faggy? What ya wear on the field? Pajamas?"

"Fuck you, no" Terry looked at the stuff "we wear like cups n'shit."

"Okay here" Steve tossed a cup at Terry. If the kid only knew where that little item came from he'd be out the door so fast "put'm on."

"Here? Right now?"

"Yeah, we ain't got all day" til the cops break this up, he thought.

"Now?"

"No, half an hour ago. Do it!"

"Sure you ain't no fag? Y'ain't gonna jump me or shit?"

"Look kid, I'm married with kids okay?"

"So why you do this shit?"

"Same as you. Money, kid."

"Fuck..." Terry looked around "so y'got a dressing room or something?"

"Dressing room?" Steve almost laughed "this ain't no fuckin Big'n Tall Store kid, okay?"

"Here? Right in front of you?"

"Shit I'm gonna be seeing the whole thing, remember?" he mimed taking a picture "okay? Ain't nothin to get all freaked about. Or ya getting chicken on me now."

"Fuck I ain't no chicken" Terry pulled the t-shirt over his head, showing off his massive, smooth pecs, his big shoulders and biceps flexing for effect. His right bicep had a failed attempt at a tattoo, but otherwise his skin was unblemished. He kicked out of his shoes, then turned his back on Steve and he pulled down his jeans and white briefs in one swift motion. Before he heard so much as a peep from Steve he stepped into the jockstrap.

"Naw... put on the posing strap first."

"Fuck that. That's too fruity."

"Do it anyways, Terry" Steve went to a cabinet, and started rustling for his supplies as well. And it kept Terry from worrying about him perving on his strip routine.

"Fuck..." but Terry pulled down the jock, then stepped into the strap, almost putting it on backwards. When it was up and covering his precious goods, he pulled the jock over it, then juggled the cup in place. He finished with those sexy white briefs, too expensive for his modest budget. He pulled and tugged his dick into a more confortable position, impressed with how it made his package push out in front. Maybe he knew where some of this money might be spent. Next he pulled up the running shorts and over that his own sweatpants. He turned as Steve tossed him a dago t and then a football jersey. He freaked!

"I can't wear that!" tossing it across the room like it was infected.

"Why not?"

"It's fuckin South! You crazy?"

"You rather wear one from North? We can find that--"

"Fuck that's even worse! Don't you got something like from somewhere nobody heard of?"

"Nope" Steve picked it up from where Terry tossed it "so what's it gonna be? North or South?"

"Fuck... gimme the damn thing" Terry grabbed it out of the air as Steve tossed it to him "besides it might look hot stuffed in that kid's mouth."

Terry took it and pulled it over the tank-top, sniffing it as he did. As he suspected someone had worn it before. Not smelly, but not fresh from the dryer either.

"Okay, now what?"

"One more thing" Steve grabbed his supplies and tossed it into a large shopping bag "besides Terry what they call ya?"

"Why?"

"You don't want us using your real name do ya?"

"Shit, guess not..." Terry bit his fingernail, then shrugged "they call me Hulk" scrutinizing Steve for a smirk, but Steve shrugged back "guess y'can figure out why..."

"Good idea" Steve went over to a cabinet, finding a can of spray paint "we can paint ya green!"

"What?!?!"

"Relax kid, just fuckin with ya."

"Better be..."

Terry the Hulk followed Steve to the back of the office and through another door. There was a short beige hallway, and then Steve went through a set of large metal doors. Terry followed him into a large storage area. The lights were already on, and Terry took in where he was. He looked at the weight bench, the table, hell there was even some kind of wooden beam with metal rings in it. One side of the room were a few chairs and tables, and what was displayed there drew him like a fly to honey. He had never seen such a collection of things, even in comic books. There were whips and straps and leather items he could only guess at. When he saw the collection of dildoes he did a double-take!

"They ain't what I think they are" not daring to touch them.

"Yup, they are."

"Hey! I ain't into--"

"Shit... 'Hulk'" Steve was busy at his camera, setting it up and testing the power "they ain't for you!"

"Better not be!"

"Amazing shit though, right?"

"Hell what IS half this stuff?"

"Hey... it's all fun n'games, right?" Steve started turning on a few floodlights, blinding Terry momentarily.

"Shit!" he shielded his eyes "we really need all this?"

"You bet..."

"So..." Terry picked up something that looked like a policeman's billy club. Shit, it was a billy club! He gave it a couple of swings, testing it for balance. His dick gave a throb in appreciation "so... I gotta use all this stuff? You don't want me killin the little freak do ya?"

"Check the cigar box on the table. Cards in there'll tell ya what t'do. Give ya suggestions at least" the camera was loaded, and the lights on. He found his well-polished stool and brought it to its spot behind the camera.

Terry was too busy going through the box, reading the first three or four cards, his eyes wide with amazement, his hand busy tugging at his balls, to hear the door open and someone join them. When he heard someone clear his throat, he turned,

"Who's that? We got company?"

"Terry... I mean Hulk" Steve wanted to make sure he had a clear escape path to the door "meet Bo -- I mean Butch!"

"Wha--oh shit!" Terry saw this huge silhouette come from the shadows into the light. When he saw Bo he almost messed his shorts. All of them! "who the fuck are you?"

"B-Butch" Bo came over extending his hand. Terry was backing up so fast he almost fell over a chair. Bo's hand grabbed his arm before he fell on his ass.

"Don't hit me don't hit me!" Terry was shielding blows before they even were thrown "I didn't mean it! It was HIS idea!"

"Who? Stevie over there?" Bo chuckled, the boom of his deep voice echoing around the metallic room "what about him?"

"He made up this shit about..."

"Did you agree to--"

"Don't hurt me! He told me I was gonna be the--"

"You the hired bully today right?" Bo sized him up, seeing some serious heft under all those clothes "didn't he tell you what the scene here is?"

"Yeah! I mean no! I mean..." Terry looked at the camera, and Steve half-sitting there in the semi-darkness "you tricked me!"

"No such thing... Hulk" Steve sat down again "you came here --"

"Cause some little punk wanted some rough stuff" he looked at Bo "so what? Now I'm the punk?" he was backing away from Bo, knowing it was a matter of time before this big black two-ton semi was gonna turn him into so much roadkill. Maybe if he got a head start...

"No... Hulk" Bo narrowed his eyes "it's like Steve explained it. So y'gonna do it or not?"

"I ain't stickin around so you can beat the crap outa me" and he lept for the door. Bo was big but he was fast as well. Terry made it two steps before he felt an iron grip on the back of his sweatshirt. He turned fast, fists flying everywhere. He landed a solid punch to Bo's midsection, knowing that would never stop the huge dude. When he saw Bo grab himself and topple like a pile of bricks, Terry stood there shocked. He looked down at Bo lying on the floor, then saw the smile on his face,

"Yeah kid. Knew you'd be a quick learner" Bo dusted himself off and got to his knees. He looked up at Terry, who was looking down at him with his jaw hanging down as far as his navel.

"Close yer mouth kid, yer catchin flies..." Bo stayed on his knees "not a bad punch, for a kid..."

"Y'mean..." he looked down at this massive man on his knees in front of him, his brain misfunctioning and misfiring so bad he felt smoke coming out his ears "y'mean... like... I mean... you?"

"So you in or out kid... I mean, Hulk?"

"Wait! Lemme get this straight! It ain't some punk-ass kid, it's you? I gotta do... I mean... YOU?!?!"

"You got the picture..." Bo got to his feet, a slow steady motion like a python uncurling, not to spook the kid again "think y'can handle it?"

"I gotta... rough up you?"

"If yer man enough" Bo reached out, and gave a slight slap to Terry's cheek. The kid almost winced "yeah. So yes or no? We're burning film here" looking at Steve who gave them a thumbs up "right?"

"Now? We're doing it... now?"

"Yeah... soon as you shit or get off the can. But yeah!"

"Fuck..." Terry had been running all the scenarios through his head, ever since that Steve guy propositioned him last Wednesday. But none of the scenes included someone like this! He thought it might be some fake fights like he would watch on the Pro Wrestling shows. He loved those shows! But he never thought he'd be face to face with someone who made those TV dudes look puny. He was way way out of his league now.

"Well?" Bo went over and lay down on the padded table. Face down.

"Fuuuuccccckkkk" Terry looked at Steve, raising his hands: what do I do? Steve signaled back, rubbing his fingers together: money!

At first Terry was hypnotized by the soft whirring coming from the camera, the deer in the proverbial headlight. After several hours, he heard Bo whisper "the box kid" and that snapped him out of it.

Terry went back to the box, opening it like snakes would jump out. He re-read some of the cards, this time actually taking in what he saw written there. Hell, they even numbered some, others had ratings on them, like "level one" or "level two". He decided to start this easy, to see if the big muscleman was gonna go along with this or not. He found the wooden paddle hanging on the wall.

"You gonna let me--" showing it to Bo.

"Let you?" Bo bit his lip to keep from laughing at the kid "it ain't what I let you! It's what you make me!"

"You'd let me..."

"Kid, get with it! You are in charge now. Got it?"

Terry could not get this to make sense. But he wanted to see how far he could push it. Besides, with the camera rolling, and that Steve there as referee, how far could he really push this? How much could he do?

He went over to Bo on the table, just lying there like he was asking for it or something. Before he changed his mind, Terry brought the paddle down on one of Bo's huge ass cheeks.

Bo grunted and winced, but did not move. He did not fly off the table and grab him. He did not yank the paddle from his hand and beat the shit of him. He just fuckin lay there! So Terry did what he had to do. He gave Bo's other glute a harder wallop with the paddle. This time Bo yelled!

"Owwww!" he turned his head to look at Terry, shock and pain on his face.

"Sorry! I didn't mean--"

"Sir! I deserve it, Hulk!" Bo lowered his shoulders back down to the table, his face away from Terry. Terry had no choice but to do it again. He brought it down hard on Bo's ass, not as violent as the previous, but enough to test Bo's tolerance for this. Bo groaned and flexed, but took the punishment. After the ten blows as directed on the card, Terry put down the paddle. Hell if the big dude's ass was as sore as his arm, he was in big trouble.

When Terry caught his breath he looked around for something else to wail on the big dude with. He saw a wide leather belt, almost as big as a lifting belt, hanging from the wall. He grabbed it and gave it a couple of swings, testing its weight and balance. This made the belt his dad used on him look like a limp dishrag.

"Okay on yer feet... Butch" Terry went over to Bo "and lean against the table here."

Bo slid off the table, making a point of wincing when he got on his feet. He turned to face the table, and leaned over, looking over his shoulder at what the kid was swinging back and forth. He knew what this one felt like; he was not looking forward to it.

"Like this?" Bo looked at Terry, then lowered his head to the padded surface.

"Yeah..." Terry remembered what some of the cards said, as well as some of those items he noticed when he first saw this room. He knew this scene could get freaky, if he wanted to push it in that direction. He remembered all the times he beat up kids, classmates, anyone who gave him attitude. But he never allowed the bullying to take on an erotic tone. And some of those wimps really paid the price for his frustration. But kneeing some little jerk in the balls was one thing; could he really get away with it here? With this big steroid-swollen bull? In front of a fucking camera to boot? One way to find out "and l-l-ower... drop those pants" he heard himself cough out the words. He braced himself for Bo to spin around and take a swing at him, his belt at the ready. He almost swallowed his tongue when he saw Bo do something impossible! He reached down and unfastened his belt. His pants were pushed down past his massive thighs, then felt down around his shins. He leaned over, exposing his massive ass, covered by a pair of white jockeys. Terry took in that white material, something he saw once or twice when he wanted to push the humiliation of a few kids who really pissed him off, and almost dropped the belt.

"Well... y'gonna do it or ain't ya?" Bo shouted after several minutes of bending over the edge of the table. Only then did Terry snap out of his trance.

"Ah...er.. oh yeah..."

Bo braced himself for the belt, knowing the kid had no experience with this. At all. After what seemed another hour, he heard Terry take a step towards him, and then the whistle of air as the belt went flying. The first blow came down high, hitting him in the small of his back, still covered with the bottom of his t-shirt. Bo leaned back a bit, almost shoving his ass at the kid, making a larger tighter target. The next one came down right on his rump, stinging like hell, but not with the full force of some others who had wielded it in the past. Bo closed his eyes, knowing this amateur was not going to do any real damage, but after ten blows with that belt, Bo's ass was stinging.

He lay there, waiting for the kid to say or do something. All he could hear was the soft whirring of the camera, and some serious heavy breathing from the kid. Sheeeet, you woulda thought it was the kid's ass gettin the beatin, the way it sounded. Bo lay there as long as he could, then whispered, "do somethin!"

"Fuuuuck" Terry stood there, hypnotized by the sight of those huge ass muscles, the way they flexed and spasmed under the white cotton with each blow. Never in a million years would he have thought this big dude would just drop trou like that, not in front of a total stranger and with some g.d. camera and everything. And as much as he hated to admit it, the sight of that muscled butt just begging to be punished was the hottest thing Terry's contorted and overloaded brain could conceive. All those times he was beating up those kids, his secret perverted fantasy was always to pull their pants down, and feel his hand make contact with their ass in a way other than a wild brief slap. But never in a million years would he allow himself to cross that line! What if the kids ran and told? That would make him this big sick homo! And no way he wanted that sign hanging around his neck. So he made sure no one dared to hurl that accusation at him, even if it meant never getting to fulfil his secret fantasy. So seeing this butt to end all butts! -- he shook his head at the pun -- right in front of his nose, he felt his cock give a violent thump in his pants, telling him in a clear loud voice, this was his total fantasy come true! But having his true nature shoved in his face like this made him more angry than he could handle.

"Ya sick pig!" Terry called himself "ya fuckin like this don't ya?" he asked himself out loud "that's just fuckin sick!"

"Yeah... Hulk..." Bo heard it enough not to let it bother him "I'm a sick muthah..."

"Not you! I mean" he cut himself off, not realizing he was loud enough to be heard. That just made him angrier.

"Wha?"

"Shit!" Terry knew he had to do something fast, before he fucked himself more "stand up! Turn around!"

Bo lifted off the table, and straightened out. He reached down to pull up his pants, but heard the kid bark something he interpreted as no! He left his pants in a bunch around his legs and turned to face the kid, his arms behind him. He looked into the kid's face, seeing the anger, the embarrassment, and yeah, the confused lust. That lump in his sweatpants confirmed it. Bo had a live one here, not some fake play actor more interested in the cash than in the scene. He saw Terry's eye flash to his briefs then look away fast. Yeah, he had this one pegged!

Terry saw who was standing in front of him, or rather what was filling out that white pouch, hating that it made him feel like a wimp by comparison. His eyes looked away, hoping to see something to distract him. He saw the weight bench. Something to get his mind off touching this big dude in front of him.

"Ok-k-kay, the bench..."

"What about it?" Bo stood there, his eyes barely raised to where Terry was pointing.

"Y'can lift right?"

"Can I lift!?!" Bo raised an arm and gave him a biceps flex "y'kiddin right?"

"No -- I mean -- like..." Terry kicked himself, seeing himself lose control of the situation. This big dude was gonna start giving HIM the orders soon if he didn't shape up "fuck, get yer ass on that bench. Now!"

"Yes sir, Hulk" Bo smiled then waddled over to the bench, his pants still around his ankles. The sooner the big guy covered up, the less he would have Bo's crotch showing him up.

"And..." Terry had enough "pull up yer pants fer crissakes."

"But?"

"Just do it!"

"You the boss" and Bo reached down and covered up his underwear, knowing it was getting to the kid. When his pants were back around his ample waist, he went over and lay down on the bench. Terry was in a big hurry getting behind him, seeing the tonnage on the bar. He started to remove the locks to remove some of the weight but Bo grunted at him,

"Leave it!"

"But!"

"They're fine like that."

"I'm takin some off!" Terry needed to have this big dude show him up like he needed his head examined. Shit, if this keeps up, not a bad idea. He snapped at Bo a few times, then directed him to lie down on the bench, and watch Terry remove most of the weights, until only two fifties, and several twenties were left. Bo watched Terry re-attach the locks then reached up to start his routine. Terry had to do something to re-establish his dominance.

"Not so fast."

"Now what?"

"Let's see ya..." Terry debated whether to do this or not. He knew once he started, it was all down-hill from there. But if Butch refused it would be worse "yeah lose the sweatshirt."

"Just the--"

"Yeah, just the shirt" Terry was not happy with the current state of affairs. He had to come up with something "y'deaf or shit?"

"No sir" Bo sat up then pulled his ripped sweatshirt over his head, turning his head so his eyes bored into Terry's as he did. As he expected, the kid forgot to breathe for a while when he saw Bo's chest and shoulder muscles poking and stretching at his discolored t-shirt. He twisted his head a few times, loosening the thick corded muscles in his neck and shoulders. Terry's eyes were bulging out of his face, seeing more and more of this monster revealed to him.

Bo saw the kid's reaction, knowing this one was going to be one touch nut to crack. But sheeeeyet, if he could break those other dudes, he could break this inept kid. He tossed the the sweatshirt onto the leather table and went back under the bar.

"Okay... Hulk, what ya want?"

"Gimme ten for starters."

"Ten?" Bo could not help but smirk "that all?"

"For starters!" and that made Terry angrier. What was the guy trying to do, make him look like a total inexperienced loser? Well, time to show this giant goliath who the boss was. As Bo starting the first lifts, Terry went over to that table and found something that fit his grip just right. He held it behind his back as he went back to his position, spotting Bo.

Bo finished the reps and replaced the bar with ease. He lay there waiting for more instructions.

"Okay, when ya rested yer weak-ass arms gimme another set" Terry barked. Bo looked up to his inverted face, expecting to see the same nervous expression. Instead it looked like the kid was smirking. Bo grunted and lifted the bar off the rack, starting another set. He was half-way finished when he heard Terry bark,

"Slower... yer doin'm too fast."

Bo grunted but slowed down, taking a good four to five seconds to lift the bar and another five to lower it almost to his chest. Maybe he underestimated the kid; the pace was starting to burn his chest and arms, just as the kid wanted. When he finished he was relieved to put the bar away so he could catch his breath.

"Feelin the burn now, right?"

"Yeah..." Bo wanted to see the kid's expression but Terry was out of range "now what... sir?"

"Soon as ya catch yer breath we're gonna do it again. This time when ya raise the bar, hold it there until I say 'down', got it?"

"Got it... sir."

"One last thing" Terry felt the blood pounding in his ears, "raise that t-shirt--"

"What? Raise it?"

"Y'heard me. Lift it up to your chest."

"What for?"

"Just do it! Now!"

"Yes... sir" Bo wished he could have seen Terry's face, so he had a better idea what the kid was up to. He tugged the bottom of the t-shirt up until his mid-section was exposed as far as his pecs. What the kid had in mind he had no idea. So Bo grabbed the bar and lifted it, extending his arms straight up, locking his elbows to balance the weight.

"Now hold it y'hear me?"

Bo grunted and nodded, concentrating on the weight suspended over him. He knew he could hold it there for a while, minutes at least. But what? Was the kid gonna go and have a cigarette and leave him like this?

He almost flinched and lost his grip when he felt something cold slide over his exposed belly,

"Don't y'dare move, I mean it!"

Bo tried to figure out what was sliding over his wet flesh when it was removed and then before he could react, it came back down. Hard! His gut flexed with the surprise. And pain! Before it came down again Bo steadied the weight over him, so when the riding crop came down Bo's muscles were clenched and ready. Terry rained down three four five blows onto Bo's exposed flesh, knowing Bo could not fight back.

"Okay, down!"

Bo lowered the bar to his chest, resting his muscles a few moments.

"Back up! Now!"

Bo raised the weight again, and as soon as he did his belly felt another stinging blow.

"Down!"

So up and down the bar went, each time Bo receiving a sharp snap of the crop when the bar was raised to its maximum. At first Terry gave the crop to Bo's flesh before he suspected Bo was braced. Then he made Bo hold the weight longer as longer, not knowing when the crop would come down. The last time he did it, Bo yelled and the bar crashed down to his chest. Terry was there fast getting the bar back into the rack, thinking he might have killed the big guy.

"Sorry I didn't -- "

"Shuddup... sir!" but Bo was sitting up, rubbing his stomach, feeling the flesh stinging and burning. But his hand felt good as it relaxed and soothed the tortured area.

"Okay on yer feet" Terry barked, looking around for something new and cruel. He spotted the dumbbells. They were not as big and nasty as he would have wanted, as he knew this guy could swing around like nothing, but they would have to do "face the music" nodding at the camera. Bo turned slightly so he was looking right at Steve and that large black lens "take these" putting them in Bo's grip. Being so close to the sweaty guy, feeling the heat coming off his only made Terry's crotch more constricted.

Bo took them and swung them around a bit. He started doing a few curls, just to warm up his baseball sized biceps.

"Okay, lift'm up. Jerk'm as high as they go, then hold'm. Y'got it?"

"Yes sir" Bo brought them up to his shoulders, then lifted them over his head, clanking them together. When his arms were straight and steady, Terry came and stood in front of him. Bo was surprised there was nothing in his hands.

"Don't move a muscle or you'll regret it" and before Bo could respond felt Terry's right fist connect with his belly. He let out a bellow of air, almost doubling over. But Terry's other hand was on his massive chest, pushing him back to a vertical position. As soon as Bo was balanced again, that fist connected with his belly again. And again Bo was braced, knowing what the kid was planning this time. Bo's first reaction was to cover and protect his bread-basket from that fist, but those dumbbells had to be kept over his head, just as the kid had planned. And it was not like the kid was putting all his weight into the punches. He was trying to soften him up, not break anything. But after the fifth blow, Bo's stomach was starting to feel the force of that fist. So when the next blow landed below his navel, Bo clenched and shouted, fearing the worst. And when the next blow landed just above his dick he lowered his arms, the weights covering his crotch fast.

"I said keep those up!"

"But--"

"Do it... Butch!"

"But--"

"Or y'can't take it and we stop right now" he turned to Steve, expecting him to say something. Instead he heard Bo grunt and raise the dumbbells back to their position over his head.

Again Terry's fist landed on Bo's round belly, without full force but enough to get Bo's attention. And again, the next blow landed a bit below the belt. Bo knew what was coming and was powerless to stop it. When the third blow landed in his crotch he doubled over in spite of himself. But Terry got what he wanted. His hand connected with what Bo hand down there, and that made his cock swell more.

"No... no more please" Bo gasped, the dumbbells dropped to the floor with loud bangs, his hands covering his crotch, the numbing pain from his balls enough to make him see stars. The kid knew exactly how much force to use to make Bo crumple, but not enough to make him toss his lunch. Bo was starting to reestimate this kid.

"Ya may be big and strong but ya go down like they all do" Terry smirked, then realized what he said. He shot a fast look to Bo, expecting to see the anger and disgust but Bo had more pressing concerns at that moment. Terry looked around for the next ordeal; he saw the rings hanging from the ceiling beams above the table. Good idea!

"Go stand under those!" Terry barked, not knowing if Bo would go along with this or not. But Bo saw where Terry was looking then waddled the four steps over there. He placed himself under the rings, waiting for the next command.

"Reach up and grab them."

"But..."

"Do it... Butch."

Bo shrugged and with a slight hop, jumped up and grabbed the rings. He hung there off the ground, his grip strong enough to keep him there for several minutes. Or at least until the kid figured out what to do next.

"Fuck..." Terry came over and stood in front of Bo, or rather his midsection at eye-level. Before anyone could stop him, he let Bo have another one right in that bread basket, his fist slamming big time into Bo right in the gut. Bo let out a yell and lost his grip, falling to the floor. Terry jumped back, his fists in knots waiting for Bo to retaliate. But Bo half-crouched, rubbing his belly, getting his wind back. His eyes met Terry's, seeing the terror, and the shock when he straightened out and jumped back up to grab the rings again.

"Sorry... Hulk" Bo hissed through gritted teeth "y'didn't warn me."

"Warn you?" Terry was still realizing this big bull was not going to pound him into the ground for what he was doing. Instead he was just asking for more. So Terry gave him another one in the belly, not as hard. This time Bo braced himself, so Terry's fist collided with hardened muscle. He almost had to rub the knuckles from the growing pain.

Bo held his grip as Terry used both fists to pummel him again and again, using him like a live punching bag. After a dozen or so, Bo's sweaty grip slid from the rings, and he felt to his feet. He stood there, rubbing his stomach a bit, seeing Terry more out of breath than he was. When he caught his eye, Bo nodded and whispered "gloves..."

At first Terry thought the big dude was asking for him to put on those boxing gloves hanging on the wall, but then he looked where Bo was gesturing. There he noticed a pair of black leather gloves, almost like racing gloves, hanging from the other end of wall. He went over and grabbed them, seeing the straps and rings attached to them. He brought them back to Bo.

"These?"

"Yeah those... Hulk"

Terry held them out, two limp piles of soft leather, not sure what they were for.

"Put'm on me..."

Terry saw Bo extend his hands, waiting for him to do something. He lifted one to Bo's right paw, realizing it was the wrong one. He brought the other one up, and slid it over Bo's huge fat fingers, pulling it down and unrolling it, all the way past Bo's thick wrist. He saw how the straps could go through the various rings and loops, securing it in place. When he had the other one strapped around Bo's left paw as well, he started to tie them together. Bo yanked them apart with a grunt, Terry bracing for Bo to turn on him. Instead Bo went over to a chair and brought it back to the spot under the rings. He placed himself under them again, then jumped up and grabbed them, the padded leather gloves making it a bit more difficult. He looked down at Terry,

"Okay... Hulk" he looked back to his gloves "unless y'want me lettin go --"

"Fuuuck" Terry figured it out fast. He got on the vacated chair and reached up to where Bo's hands were gripping the rings. He brought one of the straps through the ring, looping it and securing it in the various metal rings on the side and bottom of the gloves. He did the same to the other two straps, then went to the other glove, seeing Bo's grip relax, as the glove and straps took the weight. When Terry had finished, Bo hung there, immobilized and secure. Terry got down from the chair and tossed it away, looking at his handiwork. To test if the strapped gloves would hold, he gave Bo a slight push. Bo's massive frame swung a few inches back and forth, an open invitation in front of him. Terry's fist slammed into Bo's gut again, but this time Bo stayed put.

"Sweeeet" Terry slapped Bo right below the navel, seeing the exposed shiny flesh jerk with the pain.

"Sir... yesssss" Bo hissed, closing his eyes. He knew he was at the mercy of this kid now, only Steve's -- and the camera's -- presence preventing Terry from doing anything violent. He hoped.

"Guess I don't haveta worry anymore" Terry gave that belly another loud slap "right?"

"Worry? Hulk?"

"Guess you ain't gonna be goin anywhere soon, right?"

"N-n-n-no sir."

"Guess y'won't be needin all these clothes gettin in the way I'm thinkin!" and Terry started tugging at Bo's belt. He looked up, enjoying the shocked expression on Bo's face. But only he knew he was too chicken to do something so blatantly homo like that. Instead he went to Bo's shoes swinging a few inches off the floor. After a while Bo's feet were bare, shoes and socks tossed to a corner somewhere. Next he found something like a leather whip with several straps hanging from it. He gave Bo's exposed few inches of belly a flick with it, trying to ignore that Steve guy reposition the camera to the side.

Once Terry got the hang of it, he started bringing that cat-o'-nine-tails down on Bo's exposed belly and sides with more intensity. And the way Bo wriggled and swayed with the blows reminded Terry this dude had no where to go. All he could do was hang there, and enjoy the attention. Terry's blows travelled up and down Bo's midsection, but his t-shirt and pants prevented any blows from going too far north or south. Terry's crotch started warming to the possibilities then. He looked around, and found what he needed. He put down the whip and picked up a pair of scissors.

"Be careful with those" he heard from Steve, Bo turning and twisting to see what was going on behind him. When he felt the cold metal make contact with the small of his back, he jerked.

"You better stop movin... Butch" Terry returned the scissors to Bo's t-shirt "unless y'want me t'cut ya."

"No! No sir" Bo knew the kid would not do anything stupid. Not with Steve right there. But still the feel of a cold blade against his back made him start sweating. When he felt and then heard the scissors cutting upwards, he was glad he was wearing the usual props from the back room. It did not take long before Terry had cut all the way up to his neck, back up on the chair for the last foot or so. He continued the cutting through the short sleeves until what was left of the t- shirt was hanging loosely from the neck band, barely held in place at all. As it spread apart, he heard Terry get off the chair, sliding it off to the side. When that leather whip teased up and down his exposed back, he knew what the kid had in mind.

Bo braced himself as the whip came down hard on his huge back, more of a shock than actual pain. After the second or third, the remnants of his wet t-shirt fell away barely covering his front. Again and again, that whip came down on his back, up to the bare shoulders then down to the traps, down his waist and back to Terry's favorite target, Bo's meaty ass still covered with all those clothes. What the kid lacked in forcefulness, he made up in rapidity. Each blow was not hard, but they came down faster and faster, until Bo yelled out with the pain. Terry snapped out of his fog, shocked how carried away he was. The whip fell from his hand,

"Sorry, I didn't mean--"

"Sir! Don't whip me any more sir!" Bo turned and whispered "it's fine. Just somethin else now got it?"

"Butch..." Terry's hand reached out and touched that hot flesh. When it ran up and down Bo's back, then came to rest on that belt at Bo's waist, he pulled away fast. Dude, you almost touched a guy's butt? You nuts? But the hand went back and rubbed Bo's huge traps, then down and back up. Before long it was back at the waist of Bo's pants. All those layers of clothing were restricting the growing and swelling in his own crotch, and Terry was not believing how strongly he was reacting to all this. Dude, you are a full-blooded pervert! he yelled at himself, what's up with that? To save himself from going mad, he pulled away and went around to Bo's front, anything to get away from that area. The camera went back to its original position.

"Y'can do anythin y'want" Bo moaned, the familiarity of the line almost boring to him, but knowing the kid would freak "anything! Just don't hurt my... ass..."

Terry looked at Bo, expecting to see a snear or a wink. He knew Bo was just playing with him, but the guy looked serious as shit. At least as serious as he could hanging from those restraints, his t-shirt a wet limp mess hanging from his shoulders, barely covering his front. And those pants doing a lousy job of covering what they were covering. Terry felt his own crotch shrink by comparision. If this Bo dude turned the tables on him, he knew this guy could rip him in two. Almost from panic, Terry decided he did not want to hurt this big guy any more. He saw the small flat shipping crate behind the table, figuring out what it was for. He kicked and then slid it over to where Bo was hanging, positioning it under Bo's feet. Suddenly, Bo had a platform to stand on, to lessen the strain on his wrists and arms. Bo grunted but stood on the box, the six or so inches making a big difference.

"Break?" from Steve, seeing Terry's hesitation and change of heart.

"Yeah" Bo snarled over his shoulder "the punk here's all tired out. He needs his nap."

"What?" Terry snarled back "you callin me out?" and just like that slapped Bo across the face. When Bo did not try to retaliate, but instead cracked the tiniest smile, Terry got angrier.

"Let's see who's the punk!" he brought his knee up to Bo's crotch, not hard enough to make him toss his lunch, but hard enough for Bo to start swearing.

Terry went back to the selection of items, looking for something familiar. His eyes settled on a few things he knew would make the big bull regret his comments. He came back to Bo making sure he saw what he had in his hands. Bo looked down, and then closed his eyes.

"Open yer eyes... Butch... I want you watchin this" Terry took the clips and ran them over Bo's face, getting his attention fast "y'know what these are? Yeah I bet ya do" Terry lifted his free hand to the neckband of Bo's ragged t-shirt. He gave a yank and there was the sound of ripping cloth as the material gave way and fell to the floor. Bo looked down at himself, now stripped to the waist. When Terry brought the first tit-clamp up to his bared pec Bo bit his lip, but a small whimper slipped out. It did not take much work to attach the first and then the other to Bo's large firm nipples.

He let out a short gasp as he felt the second bite into his flesh, a familiar yet painful sensation. He set his jaw, seeing what else the kid was toying with.

"Yeah, all those big fuckin muscles ain't helpin ya much now are they?" Terry gave one then both of the clamps a slight tug. Bo winced but knew this was just the beginning. But when he felt the Terry suspend the weights from the two clamps, Bo had a hunch the kid had done this before. And when his fists went back to work on Bo's midsection, setting the weights swinging and yanking at his nipples, Bo could not help but moan. When the blows when below his waist, hitting him in his crotch again, Bo's moans turned to yells. And when the last blow connected with Bo's scrotum, Bo's yell shot up an octave. But this time he could not bend down and cover himself as his balls exploded with the pain.

Terry took a step back admiring the sight. Bo hung there, sweat pouring down his bare chest and belly, the weights pulling his nipples down to double their size. Terry picked up that riding crop again, making sure Bo was watching. When he saw him flinch when he raised it up, Terry got an idea. A wicked idea.

Instead of bringing it down hard on Bo's exposed flesh, Terry whipped it across Bo's stomach, barely making contact. The tip just grazed Bo a few inches above his navel. Bo flinched, then realized the pain was only imagined. Terry trailed the tip up and down Bo's full shiny belly, watching it quiver and spasm, the slightest pressure starting to tickle him. So Terry trailed it higher, jiggling each clamp in turn, then trailing it up to Bo's exposed pits. When Terry saw Bo start to writhe and twist to get away from the tickling, Terry knew he had turned the corner. Again and again he barely trailed the tip over Bo's entire front, then down to where his belly curved into the top of his pants. Bo was laughing and screaming like he was going nuts.

"Whatza matter? Big stud all ticklish?" Terry wished he could use his fingers, but that would feel too... too what? All the times he pinned some weaker, smaller kid beneath him, tickling him mercilessly, feeling the sweaty heat pouring from the kid's body, then running home to jack off with his hands still tingling from the experience, man, all his sick perverted fantasies were coming back to him now. But this huge dude in front of him was all his fantasies rolled into one. And then doubled!

As much as Terry wanted to stand there and tickle this big dude into a pile of screaming quivering raw meat, his crotch was getting tighter and tighter, and all this exertion was making him start to sweat as well. It was time to turn up the heat.

He went and found the chair and put it in front of Bo's hanging torso. Before he changed his mind he started untying the leather straps and gloves from those rings, ignoring Bo's puzzled, almost pissed, expression. It took longer than he wanted, but the leather had stretched and with all the sweat the straps and hooks took some doing. Finally, one by one Bo was able to lower his arms. The first thing he did was yank the gloves off his hands, rubbing the circulation back into his hands and arms. Terry stood back, watching the black giant in his full glory, every muscle flexing and stretching, recovering from the long immobilization. He could not prevent his gaze from returning again and again to Bo's crotch. Bo caught the nervous glances,

"What?"

Terry turned his back on the camera. Watching Bo's expression for the slightest reaction, he pulled his South logo shirt free of his sticky chest and pulled it over his head. They stood there facing each other, both stripped to the waist.

"Hot in here ain't it?" Terry glared at Bo.

"Guess so" Bo stood there, his arms at his side, waiting for something to happen. And it happened.

"Lose the pants."

"What?" Bo heard him, but wanted to make the kid squirm a bit "I hear you right?"

"Y'heard me right. Drop those pants."

"Whatfor? Y'already saw my sexy underwear" Bo swayed his hips back and forth, tugging the waistband of his briefs above the belt.

"Y'think this is funny?"

"Yeah kid" Bo folded his massived arms across his chest, the weights on his nipples pressed tight against his front "yeah, I think yer just dickin around here."

"What?"

"Y'heard me" Bo thrust his chin out, looking down at Terry's stomach "I think yer just play actin here. Ya got no idea what ya wanna do, do ya?"

"Yeah I do! Of course I do!"

"Okay then what?"

"Well..." Terry looked at Steve and the camera, hoping for cues. When he saw him just shrug he looked back at Bo "for one... I wanna..."

"Y'wanna what?"

"I wanna..." Terry felt himself turning bright red. Shit, he couldn't come out an say it could he? He couldn't say he wanted to pound on the big guy until he creamed his jeans. He felt all his practice, all his years of playing the bully trickling down his back in little rivulets of sweat. Fuck what's wrong with me, he screamed to himself. Terry the Bully turning into a wimp? Because of this big black muscle dude? Well... yeah! "for one lose the damn pants!"

"Make me!" Bo stood there, defiant and menacing.

So Terry did the only thing he knew how to do; he went up to Bo and socked him one hard in the gut! Bo saw it coming so had time to tense his muscles.

What Terry connected with was so much hard muscle, disguised as flab. He almost had to rub his fist with the shock. But Bo stood there, his arms still folded. So Terry connected with his left this time, followed by another right. Bo grunted with the blows but held his ground.

"Okay mister muscle stud" Terry grunted, almost out of breath "lemme see ya drop the arms."

"What for?"

But Terry's fist connected with Bo below the belt-line, hard enough to get his attention. Before he felt another sock to his balls, Bo lowered his arms.

"Okay put'm behind yer back... do it!"

Bo shrugged then joined his hands behind his back, thrusting out his chest in the process. As soon as he did, Terry went back to work on those weights hanging from Bo's pecs. All he had to do was lift them a few inches, then let them fall with a wet plop, the sudden jolt radiating right to Bo's already sensitive nipples. Bo hissed and let out a groan, but stood there, daring Terry to up the stakes.

"Now ya gonna drop them pants?" and again he gave the two weights a small yank. Bo grimaced but stood there.

"What for? I had them down and y'made me pull'm up? What's so important I gotta be showin my goods for a punk like you?" and Terry gave Bo's right pec a hard slap! Bo's eyes flew open, seeing the determined confusion on Terry's face.

"Punk huh?" and he slapped the other large pec with his other hand. The two weights jiggled with the blows.

"Yeah, punk" Bo stood there while Terry looked around for something to use other than his hands. That riding crop was getting a familiar feel in his hand. He came back and gave a sharp snap to Bo's pec right above the nipple. Bo hissed and bit his lip to keep from smiling "is what I said. The little runt wants me outa my pants but he's still standing there in his.

Don't make no sense t'me."

"Fuck that!" Terry gave another snap to the same pec, this time hitting the nipple already pinched with the clamp. Bo yelped and jerked backwards. Terry saw his advantage then. Before Bo could react he started snapping the crop against each nipple, back and forth several times, then the weights getting them swinging, then back to the nipples, seeing them swell and stretch. It was matched by the same swelling in Terry's sweatpants. Bo saw the reaction,

"Okay okay, y'win" Bo brought his hands to his side, then raised them to his belt buckle "but when I do, so do you."

"What for?" Terry was not ready to start stripping down in front of the camera. Making the big guy strip was one thing. Hell, it was supposed to be degrading for him! But he was supposed to be the bully here, even if that Steve guy made him put on all those other things before. And so far all they were doing was giving his cock a royal case of the cramps. Hell, he almost wanted to bring the big boy out for some air, but not like this!

"Go on..." Bo's hand were at the buckle, slowly pulling the strap free of the first loop "I wanna see if yer man enough for what's comin!"

"What?" Terry froze, too pissed and shocked to react "I mean -- fuck I'm man enough to -- whatyamean, what's coming?"

"Hey" Bo's eyes watched Terry's at his crotch as he unlatched the buckle, then pulled it free. When he handed it to Terry, the kid almost pulled away like it was alive "it ain't like I'm tellin ya t'show dick what I'm sayin..." Terry's eyes bugged, but whether it was from the comment of seeing Bo's hand unfasten his pants button, then lower his fly he could not tell. He stood there holding his pants up with one hand, holding out the belt with the other. Terry snapped out of his shock long enough to take the belt from Bo's hand, and as he did Bo turned away from him, leaning back slightly. Terry's arm went on auto-pilot as he raised the folded belt and landed it across Bo's behind. Bo grunted and leaned forward another few inches.

"What's coming?" and whack! down came the belt.

"Make me answer ya!" Bo turned his head to the side, gauging Terry's expression. As he hoped, Terry was sliding back into his familiar groove.

"Tell me!" whack!

"Make me."

Back and forth that went until Terry's blows with the belt became more than staged. Bo made a point of holding up his pants with both hands until Terry figured it out,

"Okay ya ain't tellin me, then y'can raise your hands."

"What for?"

"Raise'm!" and Terry let Bo have it hard! Bo jerked forward straightening up, then just like that, raised his hands like he was being robbed. As he did his pants fell to the floor with a rumpled clang.

"Okay now step outa them... do it!"

Bo protested a while, but after the third strap across his barely covered glutes he stepped out of both pants legs, tossing them to the side. Now all he wore was a damp pair of stretched white briefs. Those and a steadily aching pair of weights on his tits.

"Okay..." Bo bent forward, until his hands were resting on his thighs "now your turn."

"Turn for what?"

"Shuck the pants... sir..." Bo was able to make that voice sound soothing and commanding at the same time. Even when he was almost bent in two, half-naked and shiny under the lights.

"What for?" Terry mocked right back.

"Y'wanna find out what's coming right?"

"Fuck you."

"One way t'find out..." Bo purred.

"I got my ways..." Terry saw that big ass in front of him begging for it. So down came the belt right across the widest part of Bo's muscled ass. Bo grabbed his knees but did not move.

"Ya warmin up yet?" Bo grunted between blows.

"Tell me."

"Lose those pants" and he braced himself for the inevitable blow. When it landed he grunted "a real man would."

"You sayin I ain't a real man?" whack came the belt! "y'callin me a--"

"A big baby!" Bo yelled, knowing that would result in a wicked blow. It did. His ass was starting to throb now, not sure how much of this he could take. He had to push the last buttons "or y'afraid of what I might see!" bracing for the blow. When it hit, not as strong as the last but still smarting he lashed out "or ain't ya got one!"

Bo tightened his ass muscles knowing this one was gonna be a killer. When it didn't happen, he knew he had him! He had the kid by the balls now. He straightened up and turned to face Terry. When he saw the kid's hands then go to the waist of his sweatpants, Bo knew the real show was about to begin.

He shot a quick look at Steve, but he gave him a thumbs up! They had enough film to last all day.

"Ya callin me a pussy?" Terry's face was livid, his hands almost shaking as he snapped open the front of his pants. They were down around his knees before Bo could respond "that what ya wanna see?" standing there grabbing his crotch through the running shorts. The cup was doing a good job of keeping his dick from showing but for how long?

"So what?" Bo taunted "y'got a tennis ball stuffed down there, big deal!"

"Tennis ball huh?" Terry was on the verge of taking a swing at this guy, even if he did outweigh and outmuscle him big time. He kept forgetting why he was here; he was supposed to be bullying the massive pile of muscle. Not let him play mind games with him "okay on your knees!"

"What for?" Bo shoved his fists into his sides, defiant and menacing.

So Terry went back to the bench and found something nasty. It looked like that cat-o-nine-tails he had earlier, but this one had lengths of chain hanging from the handle, each one ending in a small leather ball. From how it felt, Terry was guessing those leather ends were disguising small lead weights. He grabbed some leather straps in case the big guy wanted to fight. No sooner had he picked them up and headed for Bo, did the big dude jump him.

The two struggled for a while, each one wrestling for that chain whip. At first Bo had no problems overpowering the smaller kid, but when he saw he could grind him into the floor, Bo did something even Terry could figure out. He started to ease back, letting the kid get the upper hand. But not before Bo had left a gigantic rip in those running shorts Terry tried to cling to. By the time Terry's grip pulled the whip from Bo and let him have it a few times across the shoulders, those shorts were more off than on. When Terry had Bo doubled over on the floor, he managed to reach over and grab those straps, pulling one of Bo's hands from under his sweaty belly.

"On your knees! Now!" Terry was sweating and panting himself, his heart racing at the thought he almost let himself get roughed up by this dude. He knew Bo was not supposed to turn the tables on him, and that Steve guy would never let anything happen to him. But when Bo was arching over him, pressing his crotch into his side, Terry panicked at the thought of being on the receiving end of all that muscle. He knew he was big and strong, but this Butch guy could wipe the floor with him. All the money in the world would not be enough for that to happen. So when he felt Bo easing back, almost allowing him to win, Terry was not in the mood to argue.

Bo uncurled himself and raised himself to his knees, allowing Terry to pull one arm behind his back. He felt the kid slip a leather strap around his wrist, then bring his other arm back, securing his wrists together. The kid even knew to leave some room between his wrists, Bo's shoulders too big to allow his wrists to overlap behind him without a great deal of pain. Bo lowered his head to the floor, feeling the heat from Terry's torso pressing into his side. At least when he was bent down like that, the weights on his tits rested on the floor, giving him some relief. But that was not to last.

Terry secured the wrists with more knots than he needed, but the near-defeat spooked him big time. He wanted to make sure when that chain whip came down on those corded twisted muscles of Bo's shoulders, there would be no more discussion of the matter. The first time it came down, Bo lay there, tensed but withstanding it. When Terry put a bit more backswing into it, Bo gave a yell as his flesh felt the pain. Two more times Terry brought it down on Bo's back and shoulders, until Bo moaned for him to stop.

"Okay, up on your knees now!"

"I... can't" Bo groaned "I need m'arms to lift up--"

"Fine!" Terry dropped the whip and crouched down on his knees in front of Bo. As he reached under Bo's arms to lift him up, Bo's face came to rub against Terry's crotch. But when Bo grabbed the ripped leg of Terry's running shorts in his teeth, Terry tried to push him away. As Bo rocked back onto his knees, there was another loud rip.

"Fuck, let go!" Terry pushed Bo's shoulders away from his crotch, seeing the material come away from his left hip. Only the elastic waistband and part of the right leg covered his white briefs beneath.

"Mmmmaaake mmeee" Bo hissed, his teeth digging in and tugging, stretching the material all the way up to his mouth. Even when Terry gave those clamps a tug or two, Bo would not let go, only twisting his head from side to side.

The waistband started to dig into Terry's backside painfully, so he pulled Bo's head down to lessen the tension. Bo leaned forward, and got a mouth full of Terry's crotch. Terry almost fell onto his back when he felt that hot face make contact with his front. Terry pushed Bo's head away, but not before the waistband threatened to pull everything down his hips. He grabbed hold of his briefs and jock as he felt the waistband stretch as far as it would go, then finally start to rip and pull away. Bo gave a final yank and it broke in two, the left leg tugging down as it did.

Terry cut his losses and rolled onto his side, then struggled to his feet as the last of the torn shorts was pulled from him. He loomed over Bo crouching there, the end of his battered shorts still in his teeth.

"Damn dude" Terry rubbed his hips where the material cut into his flesh "never saw anyone so hell bent on gettin my shorts off. You must want me to fuck you up bad."

"Big..." Bo spat out the remnant of the cloth "and smart... so did the Hulk figure it out yet?"

"Figure what out?"

"What's coming?"

"Yeah..." Terry picked up the chain whip "this!" and let Bo have in right across the chest. He knocked off one of the clamps with a metallic clang. Bo yelped and shook with the sudden pain to his nipple.

"Weren't expecting that, were ya?" Terry tugged the remaining clamp, then released it. Bo gave a muffled scream as Terry went to work, tugging and yanking at the tortured flesh. But he could see that lump in his shorts give a throb and a flop every time his fingers manipulated Bo's now-stretched tits. It was really getting to Terry now, seeing how he could work this big dude over, and the more he did, the more this Butch guy was getting horned on it. Fuck it! he thought, let's see how far he could push it.

Terry stepped forward, until he could feel Bo's breath against his wet thighs. He brought the chain whip down against Bo's shoulders, sliding it up and down his back muscles. What he didn't expect was Bo leaning forward, until his face was pressed into Terry's cotton briefs. His cock filled and stretched, the cup and jock almost keeping it in place. But when he felt Bo rub his face back and forth against the cup, Terry feared Bo might rub it free. He leaned forward, stroking the whip down Bo's wrists, then down further to the top of Bo's briefs. He started a slow steady flicking of the ends of those chains against that big meaty ass. Bo's rubbing against Terry's cup grew more and more forceful until Terry's fears came true. Bo pushed the cup out the side of the pouch and down his leg until it threatened to pop free completely. But by that point Terry was too horny to care. He reached down inside his briefs and pulled it out, shoving it under Bo's nose,

"That was you want right? You kneeling there beggin for it aren't ya? Just beggin for this!" and he shoved his crotch into Bo's face. When he felt Bo open his mouth and start chewing on his covered dick he gave a fast lurch, "what the fuck y'doin? Yer mouth almost hit me in the cock?"

"Wanted to make sure y'had one!"

"You bastard!" Terry shoved his crotch back into Bo's face, knowing the big guy would be so grossed out he would finally call a halt to all this. This big muscle-bound mountain of flesh was callin him out! And Terry had to make sure he did not let Bo hit him right where he was the most sensitive. If there was something that made him see red it was somebody calling him a wuss! Or worse! One kid called him a fag, not to his face, but that didn't matter. When word got back to him Terry messed up the kid so bad no one ever flung that word at him again. Even though this big dude was on his knees below Terry's muscular frame, he was giving no impression of cowering in the least. And when Bo's mouth pressed back into Terry's covered crotch he almost lost it. His dick finished filling out to full, a good seven inches of hard, desperate teen lust. When Terry looked down seeing what he was doing he pulled backwards fast, a panic look towards that camera!

"Stop! Stop filming!" his hands covered himself fast "I don't want--"

"Y'don't want what?" Steve stood up from his stool, glad to stretch his legs.

"Turn it off already!"

"Too late for that... Hulk" Bo knelt there, a slight sneer on his face "you agreed."

"But... but...." Terry looked back and forth between the two, keeping his crotch covered and away from the lens. Steve stretched and sat down again. Bo flexed and twisted his arms, getting some circulation in them again.

"Pussy boy..." Bo smirked "no dick pussy boy" he cocked his head "y'just pissed you ain't the one down on yer knees with yer mouth full of my meat" a deep baritone laugh filling the room "little pussy boy!"

"Stop callin me that!" Terry gave Bo's face a hard slap. Bo flinched but thrust out his jaw.

"Yeah, bitch slap me y'runt" Bo glared at him "you ain't never gonna figure out what's comin that way..."

"What IS IT?!?!" Terry had enough of this cat-and-mouse game "yer gonna tell me or else!" and he went around and straddled Bo's back, forcing him down to the floor. He slammed down on Bo's wide waist, riding him like a wild bull, expecting Bo to buck him off any second. Even when he started raining punches down on Bo's shoulders and back, left right right left, again and again, Bo squirmed and twisted but maintained the contact with the big kid who was pinning him to the floor. Terry was too busy slugging the shiny black flesh beneath him to notice Bo's tied hands twisting their way between their sweaty bodies, worming their way down until he had a death grip on Terry's hard cock straining against his briefs. He was too carried away with himself, beating the big musclebound man between his thighs to realize how turned on he was letting himself get again. Only when he felt the beginning of losing it did he realize what was happening to his cock. He tried pulling back but Bo's muscled grip on his crotch kept him from escaping. When Bo's other hand grabbed and locked his balls in place did Terry realize it was too late. He felt his cock respond to Bo's steady kneading and then the impossible happened! His cock started exploding his jism and he could not stop it! His pouch and the the front of his briefs started to fill up with his cum. Bo's hand grew sticky and that made his massaging even tighter on Terry's sensitive flesh. Finally Terry could not stand it any longer and pushed himself off Bo's back, his hands twisting Bo's away from his crotch. He stumbled and fell sideways, hoping the camera was still back where he saw it last. He was wrong.

As Terry struggled with Bo, and succumbed to his jacking, Steve saw the signals and moved the camera to the side. So when Terry started spasming, the camera got the whole thing from the far side. And when he rolled off Bo's back, the camera zoomed in on Terry's crotch, splotchy and starting to drip with his load.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Terry yelled, seeing the camera, covering himself too late. He struggled to his feet and over to the wall, trying to find something to cover up the evidence. The best he could do was shove his sweatshirt in front of himself "damn... you made me... do... that!"

"Now y'know" Bo rolled onto his side, rubbing his hands together "the kid finally figured out what's coming... you!" he chuckled, "yeah, the big kid blows his load beating on dudes!"

"Shut the fuck UP!" Terry looked around, hoping to get to the door before Bo -- or that Steve asshole! -- could stop him. When neither one tried to intercept him, he started backing away, keeping his crotch facing the wall the whole time. He was almost home free when he heard,

"Before ya go..." from Bo.

"What?" Terry yelled over his shoulder.

"Table on your left. Y'might wanna read the paper there."

"Ain't in no fuckin MOOD for readin" Terry almost whined, not sure how he could get dressed and out of there.

"You're in too deep to not read it... Hulk. You'll be real sorry if y'don't" from Steve then.

"Why? Y'gonna fuck me up next?"

"Stop yer moanin and read it!" Bo started to get to his feet "do it!"

"Or else what?"

"Or else yer a dumber punk than y'look!"

"Y'just askin for it!"

"Y'wanna piece of me?" Bo was on his feet, his wrists working the restraints, seeing if he could break free. Bo was more concerned with making the kid sweat than actually untying himself. But it seemed to work; Terry saw Bo struggling and backed over to the table, eyeing the blank sheet of paper lying there. Before anyone came near him, he picked it up, then turned it over. And started reading. Bo and Steve looked at each other, all but high-fiving. They knew once the victim got to this point, the trap just closed around his greedy little paw like magic. Bo was able to hide his smirk; Steve was not as calloused.

Terry read what was written there, then read it again. After the fourth time he put the paper back where he found it, not sure what to do. But that kind of money gave him the same light-headed giddyness as a dozen shots. He looked at Steve, avoiding Bo's steady gaze,

"This ain't forreal?"

"Very real."

"So... like..." the slightest nod down at his stained crotch "that counts, right?"

"Yeah... Hulk" Bo cut in "you nutted for the camera, that's a free and clear additional hundred. Next one, two hundred, next, three, you do the math. A young healthy stud like you... should be no problem, right?"

"And..." Terry could not look Bo in the face "the other part... y'know..."

"Each time y'make me pump out a load..." Bo stopped struggling with the restraints, his point made "bonus five. You get my hose to pop a third time, a nice extra thousand in yer pocket" Bo's deep booming laugh forced Terry to look his way "so y'up for it? Y'wanna play 'bonus round' or not?"

"Fuuuuucccck" Terry looked at them "you two better not be jerkin me around here?"

"We ain't jerkin ya kid" Bo laughed more "for that y'gonna hafta untie these" turning so Terry could see Bo's tied wrists "well?"

Terry looked at Steve, praying for some direction here. But Steve was too busy replacing the cartridge in the camcorder. When Terry finally got his attention he shrugged.

"C'mon... Hulk..." Bo purred "remember, y'still callin the shots..."

"Okay let's see just how serious ya are about this... gettin kinky nasty n'all..." he went over and untied Bo's wrists, watching the big guy rubbing some circulation back into his hands. When Bo gave him an expectant look, Terry pointed at the floor "now on yer knees."

"What for?" if Bo was good at one thing, it was getting under someone's skin.

"Whadaya mean 'what for'? I told ya t'drop to your knees."

"Make me!" there it was. Bo was calling him out. And all this making him look like a punk was not something he was in the mood for, not standing there with his sticky crotch making him look like the biggest sickest perv since... since ever! The speed and force with which Terry jumped Bo almost made him panic. Almost.

Terry knew he could not out-muscle the older dude, but that did not stop him from jumping on top of him, his arms around his neck and shoulders, his knee finding a target in Bo's large soft underbelly. At least Terry was hoping it was soft. Bo let out a huge huff of air with the impact but did not go down as easily as Terry recklessly wagered.

The two struggled for the upper hand, grabbing and bending, both showing serious upper body strength as they twisted and wreched each other into head locks. Then Terry felt his feet leave the floor as he was half-carried over to where the bare floor gave way to a padded area. The next thing he felt touch the ground were his shoulders as Bo's superior strength pinned him down beneath him. This was not how Terry wanted to spend time, looking like the skinny white kid beneath this black giant. And when he felt Bo's massive hand grab him in the balls he feared the worst. So he did the only thing he was good at; he decided to fight dirty and grab Bo by his balls. He was struggling to get his fingers around the big nutsack when he heard something that made him more scared than Bo's grip on his own balls; Bo started laughing.

"Hey Steve pay up!" Bo chuckled, feeling Terry's small hand leave his nuts fast.

"Okay y'win y'win..." Steve took his place on his stool again, the picture of cool.

"Told ya I could get the kid t'do it."

"Do what?" Terry coughed out, the weight on top of him shifting slightly.

"Told Stevie boy here the white punk was too chickenshit to put his hands anywhere near my dick!"

"White punk huh?" Terry's hand was back in Bo's crotch. If anything those balls felt bigger from the new angle. Shit, he did it! He actually had his hands on someone else's nuts! It was one thing to connect his fists with some jerk's groin, but to touch another guy down there? He almost forgot Bo had his nuts in a grip as well.

"Yeah... a chickenshit punk" Bo chuckled, feeling Terry's hand pull away from him at the first chance "used up all his courage justa sneak a quick grab" he decided it was time to get the show rolling "ain't none left to do... this!" and Bo's hand went from Terry's balls up to the sticky bulge of his bunched-up cock. Terry almost dislocated his back trying to flip Bo off him but Bo had done this too often. Except with Klu at least they knew what was coming. Terry here was ready to piss himself.

"Heeeeeyyyyy!" was the best he could manage when he felt a foreign hand on his dick. And it reminded him all too clearly of how he messed himself only a short while ago. If there was one thing his dick liked, it was a hand on it. But to be pinned here with this big dude on top of him, grabbing at him in the all the wrong spots? And with an audience? He had to do something. So he did the only thing his limited wit could devise; he grabbed Bo in the nuts as well. At least that was the intention. Instead of that hot wrinkling nutsack his fingers closed around something else entirely. Before he knew what he had done, his fingers encircled the long thick tube of Bo's penis.

"Bullseye!" Bo yelled at Steve "the kid did it!"

"Bout time" Steve brought the camera around, expecting Terry to notice and let go fast. But once his hand touched Bo's manhood, something inside his brain just short-circuited. Terry had his hand on a real live honest-to-goodness cock and he did not die of a heart attack. And even more impossible, he did not hear screams of "faggot! faggot! faggot!" assaulting him from all directions. From all Terry could tell, the only reaction he could feel was Bo's grip on his own cock tighten and tug forward. Before he knew it, he felt that familiar up and down coaxing on his cock again, stickiness or no stickiness. Talk about a total mind-blowing shock to the system! And what made it worse was his own hand started doing the same to the tube in his hand. And what a tube it was! Terry was almost hoping this monster was full hard because if it got any bigger his fingers would break off.

And just when Terry thought things could not get any crazier he felt Bo's fingers start to inch their way under his waistband, like he wanted to expose his goods right then and there. Terry panicked and did the only thing he knew to do; he fought dirty again!

Just when he felt like his pubes were going to go public he jammed his thumb into Bo's groin at that most sensitive crease of his hip. Bo was off Terry so fast he thought he really injured the big dude.

"Damn... Hulk..." Bo lay on his side, rubbing his paw into the area "ya fight dirty dontcha?"

"Y'had it comin" Terry struggled to pull up the front of his shorts and he rolled onto his knees "y'asked for it."

"Hey just a friendly little wrasslin is all..." Bo did the same, coming to his knees "thought y'were enjoyin the attention" his gaze where Terry's hands were tugging his shorts back up. Terry looked down at his hands, sticky with his smelly cum, disgusted he had nowhere to wipe them clean. And even more disgusted his chubby was showing through the wet fabric plain as day.

"It's your fault you started it" the familiar refrain of the bully.

"How's that?"

"If y'had just gotten on yer knees before when I told ya I wouldn'ta had t'jab ya like that!"

"Well I'm on my knees now... Hulk" Bo cocked his head, the slightest curl to his lip "so?"

"I fuckin can't believe this! I can't believe you!" Terry got to his feet, finding a towel to wipe his hands, and cover his front in the process "I can't believe you so casual about... well like grabbin me in the nads--"

"And you gettin a good feel of my meat" Bo shrugged "what about that?"

"Accident!" the familiar excuse of the bully "it was an accident."

"Accident like you blowin yer load all over me before?" Bo shook his head "that kinda accident?"

"You made me!" the automatic knee-jerk response.

Bo knelt there, running out of patience with this kid. Sooner or later he had to push the kid past his last wall of resistance. And Bo wanted it sooner rather than later, "well?"

"Well what?"

"So you decided ya wanna hightail that wuss ass of yours outa here or go on to the bonus round? What's it gonna be? But ya better hurry up and decide before that dick of yours blows another 'accident' in yer shorts."

"Fuck you..." Terry took a step back, looking between him and Steve, between Bo and that damn lens pointing at him "I'm really beginning to get the idea there's nothing I couldn't make you say or do in front of that camera. Is there?"

"Try me!"

"I bet if I told ya to whip it out and start jackin you'd do it!" and before Terry finished the words he watched Bo pull the front of his white briefs down, revealing a wide black waistband beneath it. That too was tugged down and stuffed under those balls and just like that Bo knelt there tugging on the biggest longest dicks Terry had ever seen. It felt big before, and it looked even bigger. Terry told himself he was too shocked to make a move to stop Bo's humiliation in front the camera, but actually he wanted to see how long the guy would kneel there masturbating himself. He knew Bo would look at him, give a laugh, and come at him fists flying. But Bo just stayed on his knees, his hand pulling and yanking his meat, his head down not daring to look at Steve or his camera.

"Fuuuucck" Steve grunted in spite of himself. He watched Bo for what seemed like hours, occasionally sneaking a look to Steve like, what? you gonna let this continue? But Steve just sat there and shrugged.

"Damnit! Stop that!" Terry yelled.

"Yes... sir" Bo pulled his hand away, but left his stretched cock and balls hang there.

"You woulda kept goin right? You woulda just kept jackin til... what? Til ya blew your load, and with the camera and everything."

"That..." Bo bit his lip, debating if he should. Damn, the kid was no einstein "that wouldn't get my nut."

"Yeah right..." Terry looked for the smirk from Bo, letting him know he was messing with him. But Bo looked serious. Very serious "right, then if pullin the meat won't, then what? Ya tellin me now y'don't know how to drop a load?"

"Oh I know how" Bo rumbled slow and deep "you the punk don't know how" and to taunt him more stuffed himself back in his briefs, show's over.

"What?"

"Y'got it."

"Okay big man, tell me how!"

"Make me!" and there it was again. Bo was on his knees, but he was still the one calling the shots. Terry just hated how easy it was to make him look like the punk. He took a step towards him, knowing if he continued he was giving in to their blackmail. But Terry could not leave, not like this.

Not with those guys having the last word. Not making him look like a little twirp.

"Okay yer on!" Terry put his hands on Bo's head, ready to pound the shit out of him "I'm sick of this shit! Yer gonna tell me everything I wanna know or else!"

"Or else what?"

"Y'wanna play?" Terry's slap came down hard on Bo's cheek. Bo was almost off one knee before he realized what just happened; he won! Bo won! The kid was gonna do it! The bonus round was gonna happen!

"Well?" this time a fist to Bo's muscular jaw. Not enough to do damage, but enough to get a reaction from that Steve guy who almost came out of his chair. But all he did was move the camera a bit. Bo's reaction was to fold his large arms over his chest.

"Nothing huh? Ain't gonna talk?" but Bo barely nodded his head.

"Okay ycan't say ya didn't ask for it!" Terry had his stained shorts down and off so fast Bo hardly had time to react "and you!" looking at Steve "y'better have lotsa film cause this only gonna happen once! And I better get a copy" and just like that Terry took the wadded-up shorts and shoved them in Bo's face "y'ain't gonna talk then fine! Gonna make sure y'don't!" he shoved them in Bo's mouth, expecting a huge fight once Bo realized what Terry was trying. When he didn't Terry knew it was gonna get real sick real fast.

He found one of the straps lying on the floor and tied his soiled shorts around Bo's face, even though Bo made no attempt to pull them away.

"Now stand up!" Terry stood there, red with the exertion and excitement "and don't make me tell ya twice!"

Bo dropped his arms looking like he was ready to take a swing at Terry. Instead he got off his knees and rose to his feet. But his eyes were on Terry's front. The wet stained jockstrap was hiding very little now. If the kid was ready to show dick, it meant the floodgates were about to burst open. His hunch proved correct.

"Man look at this shit!" Terry looked at him, then down at himself "this sure is fucked up. I'm running bare-ass -- well almost -- and you! Okay hands on your head!" expecting a big argument. But how much arguing can he do with his mouth full of cum-stained shorts, Terry smirked. So when Bo raised those massive guns and put his hands on his head, Terry knew he had an open invitation now. They wanna see one sick bully, they're gonna see something they weren't expecting "y'been callin me out all day ya big musclehunk. Okay... this is what happens to dudes mess with me" looking around for those clamps again. It seemed the big dude was more "receptive" to things when these were hanging from him, so...

"Remember these things?" Terry found one, then the other where they had been tossed or kicked before "big muscles, big pecs get all weak when these are on right?" but Bo managed a muffled "mfffrff" when Terry brought them up to his face. But his eyes registered something "now keep those hands right there, don't move a muscle" as Terry re-clamped the first one to Bo's left nipple. Bo let out a yell loud enough to make it through the wet material, and then a high moan when the second was re-applied. Terry decided it would drive the point home if he tugged and slapped the metal toys a few times to keep Bo's attention focused.

"Okay let's give'm somethin t'remember" Terry looked around, finding Bo's shoes. He unlaced them and brought the laces back to Bo, almost tripping over the dumbbells as he did. That helped focus him then as well.

"Remember these?" Terry picked them up and shoved them into Bo's chest, banging into the clamps in the process "okay grab'm unless y'want me tying these to those clamps next" and boy did Bo grab them fast.

"Okay here's the game... Butch. Y'gonna hold them -- no not like that! -- straighten yer arms sideways til they're even with yer shoulders. Yeah just like that. Okay hold'm out there, until I tell ya t'lower'm. Those big fuckin guns gonna pop for me got it?"

Terry watched as Bo lifted them and straigtened his arms to his sides. He knew they were not heavy, not right away. But after several minutes, just holding them stationary was going to make Bo's big arms feel like lead. But before that would happen Terry was going to correct some problems.

"First we're gonna see just how serious you are about all this shit!" Terry threaded one of the laces through first one then the other clamps. When he gave a tug, Bo let out a muffled yelp, but the weights stayed up. But when Terry found one of his own shoes and started unlacing it as well, Bo's eyes bugged. Terry changed his mind, then lifted it up to Bo's heaving belly. And when he tied the lace to the one hanging from Bo's chest, he knew he had Bo's undivided attention.

"Now we're gonna see if you're a real player or not" Terry juggled the weight of his shoe in his hand, rubbing the rough sole against Bo's belly. When he let it fall, the jolt when right to Bo's tits! Bo yelled and doubled forward with the pain.

"Thought you'd like that!" Terry grabbed the shoe and lifted it again "now straighten up!"

Bo did as commanded once the pull was off his increasingly sensitive tits. He looked down at himself, then at Terry's front. Terry caught him looking.

"Time to see how far this is gonna go..." Terry let go of the shoe, this time letting it fall an inch or two. Again Bo yelled but steadied himself as he adjusted to the pain. What Terry did next took him by surprise.

Terry still had the other shoelace in his hand, and when he brought the two plastic tips to Bo's chest, Bo stood there more curious than alarmed. But when Terry started a slow dragging of the tips up and down Bo's pecs, he had to brace himself for the tickling sensation. When Terry dragged them up to his armpit, Bo yanked his arm to his side protectively. That brought a hard tug on the shoe as Terry barked at him to keep those weights up! As soon as they were level again, those plastic tips were back in Bo's pit, jabbing and scraping. Bo started yelling and squirming, trying to protect the sensitive area from the horrible sensation but every time he moved that shoe was pulled up and allowed to fall and yank at his tits. When Bo realized that each time Terry was letting it fall from a higher position, he decided to bite onto the wet fabric to keep from flinching. And everytime he did, he got another taste of the kid's jism. Not something he had bargained for.

"Arms getting tired yet?" Terry ran the plastic tips over Bo's left bicep, then his right, giving Bo a break from the horrible jabbing into his armpit.

Bo feared what might happen if the kid went to work on his pits in earnest. But when he felt those hard tips start to jab and scrape along the sides of his midsection, he knew he was losing the battle "well keep'm up. All those endless curls'll come in handy" as the tips traced lines down his side and then spiraled in towards his navel. Bo's belly spasmed and lunged as he tried to keep from doubling forward. Then he felt the tips make contact with the waistband of his white jockeys.

"Okay, let's see how far this really gonna go" Terry grabbed the waistband with his free hand and started tugging in forward and down "y'been bettin I was too chickenshit to do this right? All this time y'two been betting and playin yer little games, thinkin the kid's too squeaming to touch yer goods right? Y'been bettin I wouldn't really make ya show dick for the camera RIGHT?" and just like that Terry pulled the front of his briefs down, exposing the black jockstrap beneath "maaaaan..." Terry decided to go for broke. He stuffed the shoelace inside that jock, and finished tugging the briefs down to Bo's wide feet. And yes Bo did step out of them, almost trying to call Terry's bluff in turn. So Terry had to up the stakes even more. He went over to the bench, looking for something familiar. He came back and stood in front Bo, their two jocks almost touching. He held up what he was holding, making sure Bo took it in.

Bo did not think the kid would use what he was holding, much less know what it was for. He was wrong.

"Yeah, the big fuckin musclehead on the receiving end for a change, right? Bet you usually the one been doin the hurtin in the past, all those lines between you two just bull right? Not this time huh? I'm bettin ya ain't got the balls to go through with all this" Terry's glance kept stealing looks at that black jockstrap, just knowing he had to have something else stuffed in there, even if what he grabbed earlier felt like real flesh. No way that could all be him. Nothing would be more embarrassing for this big black stud than Terry yanking down that jock and all the padding tumbling to the floor!

Terry waved the leather sac at Bo, knowing once he tried to bring that to Bo's scrotum, the big dude would go ballistic. For no other reason than having his faked pouch exposed, his imitation studliness called out. He waved it in front of Bo's face again,

"Y'know what this is?"

"Mmffmmfff" Bo responded.

"Okay I think we made the point" and Terry pulled the belt off Bo's head, tossing it over his shoulder. Bo spat out the soggy shorts real fast.

"Okay Butch, y'ready to talk now? So y'know what this is?" waving the leather implement in his face. Bo's expression was growing more tense by the second, trying to keep the weights up.

"Yeah I do... Hulk" if Bo was nervous, it was hidden by his exertion "but I'm bettin a punk-ass kid like you too innocent to know what it is. And y'sure as hell ain't got the balls to try it--"

"Let's just see who's the punk?" Terry's free hand reached down and made contact with Bo's big warm belly. Bo sucked in his breath, a bit surprised by the feeling, his abdominal muscles contracting with the sensation.

"Sensitive down there now huh?" Terry's brain reverted back to more familiar territory. He would not want to admit it, but as much as he would enjoy humiliating the massive man when the padding fell out of his jock, the thought of touching the dude's goods made his guts do a flip. But he had to push himself past this hurtle once and for all.

He tossed the leather sac to the floor, looking for something new, something as evil instead. He settled on an old wire brush, the bristles bent and twisted all directions. He stuffed it behind his back before Bo could register what it was.

He went back to Bo standing and struggling with the weights, sweating and panting, twisting and shifting his shoulders slightly. Terry picked up that soggy pair of shorts and draped it over Bo's head. Bo shouted in protest but it was muffled slightly as Terry tightened it around his forehead, an effective but smelly blindfold.

"Ya don't need to be watchin all the time" Terry checked to maked sure Bo's could not see his motions. He gave a tug to one of the tit-clamps to make sure. Bo jumped in surprise "yeah, just like I thought" he reached behind himself and produced the wire brush where he had stuffed it into the waistband of his strap. When the twisted bristles made contact with Bo's right pec he gave such a jump Terry thought the weights would go flying. If there was something he knew it was how to tickle someone crazy!

He ran the brush up to Bo's pit then down his flank, down to his belly, with Bo flexing and twisting to pull out of the way. Seeing Bo flying all over the place, Terry told him to put the weights down. And boy did Bo do just that in record time.

"Okay hands on your head. And keep'm there!"

When Bo felt those prickling bristles return to his stomach, he flexed and twisted, almost whipping one knee up to Terry's front in the process. But Terry stepped back before he caught the force of that leg full in the crotch. When he brought the brush back to Bo's belly, he made sure he was standing several feet back. In spite of Bo's best efforts to twist away from the torture, Terry and that brush scraped and jabbed all over Bo's sides and front, until Bo was yelling and gasping for air. Terry was in pig heaven, or rather Bully Heaven. But did he have the nerve to push this further? He saw those items lying or hanging over there, not sure if he had the guts to use them on this huge dude. He was not afraid of this muscle dude going off on him; he was more terrified of his own reactions more. But seeing that black jock get wetter and wetter as the sweat began to pour down all that muscled flesh convinced Terry he was not looking at wadded-up socks or tennis balls down there; it looked for all the world like the real true-blue flesh he grasped earlier. And he suspected there was a way to keep this big bull from jumping all over the place. His hand reached out and touched the waistband of that wet jock, amazed how hot to the touch it was. He looked to see Bo's expression, but his face was buried under that soggy material.

"Y'ready to lose this, stud?" Terry murmured, surprising himself by the word. When he saw Bo just exhale and lower his head, he knew it was time to go for broke "y'really gonna just stand there when I pull this down? Y'ready to show dick to the whole world?"

Terry swore he heard a comment from that Steve guy behind him, but knew if he turned and saw him and that camera he'd lose his nerve. So he raised both hands and before he changed his mind pulled that jock over those huge thighs and down past his knees. It caught on Bo's feet before it fell to the ground with a plop.

Terry's first reaction was to reach out and give a tug to those massive genitals hanging in front of him, just to convince himself once and for all they were real. Hell, he'd seen enough cocks and balls in the locker room to know how most guys compared, but this was something else, even compared to those black guys on the team. Talk about jumbo king size! Hell these were big enough to hurt someone! How the hell did this guy fuck with that?

Terry picked up the leather sac, his hands almost shaking, and the next thing he knew his hand reached out and grabbed Bo right in the nuts. Bo jerked and tried to pull away, but ended up with those hands back on his head. Terry's grip stayed on those hairy purple nads the whole time, feeling them writhing and twisting in his hand. He brought the leather bag up and as he suspected, the pouch was all but designed for this dude's nuts.

It snapped into place, the leather strap going around and through the buckle, fixed at the middle hole. Hell, he didn't wanna castrate the big dude, just let him know it was time for the heavy action. When he was finished, Bo's balls hung down another couple of inches, the leather bag constricting the scrotal sac, the two testicles pulled down and stretched tight. Terry could not help noticing the metal rings on the front and back of the leather restraint.

"Y'like that?" Terry brought his palm up to the stretched flesh, giving it a playful tap or two. Bo's reaction told him it felt like more than a tap from where he was standing "yeah, dude likes his balls tortured, almost as much as his tits, right?" another gentle tap, watching Bo jerk and writhe "okay bend those fuckin legs of yours... lower..." Terry positioned the brush several inches below the lowering scotum. It didn't take long for Bo to make contact with the object and jerk upwards with the shock.

"Do it again and keep'm there!" Terry barked until Bo bent his knees, lowering himself down to the nasty bristles. Once he made contact with them he struggled to maintain the awkward position.

"Yeah nothin like a guy's balls to work over right?" tugging at them as he used the twisted bristles to kiss the skin with the slightest contact. Bo was shouting and swearing, knowing he was in for it now.

When Terry thought Bo could not take any more, he went back to that bench, finding what one of those cards promised. He picked up a handful of the lead weights, amazed how heavy they were. Whoever went fishing with these muthers was after some might serious fish! Not even some of those Cohos could handle these things, some as big as eggs, some even larger. He went back to Bo and attached two of the smaller ones to the rings on that leather restraint by their hooks. Bo gave a grunt, steadying himself as best he could, hanging there with the additional weight. But then Terry attached one of the larger ones to the ring on the underside of the sac, which pulled the whole contraption down another inch. Bo's balls were pulled so taut and shiny Terry could almost see his reflection. Bo's moans and groans were music to his ears.

"Yeah got yer attention now don't I?" Terry and that evil brush went back to the area right above Bo's black pubes. With no waistband to get in the way, the skin was more sensitive and susceptible to the ticklish scratchings from the brush. Bo gave a lurch or two, writhing and shouting, but every motion when right to his nutsac, pulling it even more. When Bo's screams became more wild, Terry thought it was time to ease up. He finally released the shoe from those tortured clamps, but the pull on his balls continued without mercy. So Terry went to work on that stretched nutsac again, this time using the handle of the brush to give it a few subtle wacks. Bo saw stars.

"Y'like that, I know ya do, don't try t'deny it" Terry gave those shiny purple balls a few gentle taps to make his point. Bo shifted his weight, but now all his attention was focused on what the kid was doing to his nuts.

And if there was something Bo would never admit, it was having his nuts worked over was his favorite pasttime. Well his second favorite. And if this kid was half the sadist Bo suspected from the activities so far, he would not take long to torture that out of him.

With his nipples getting all pinched and aroused, his balls being pulled to the ground with who-knows-what amount of lead weight, Bo crouched there, knowing it was only a matter of time before all this started making his dick beg to be taken to the next level, right here in front of this kid, the camera, the whole world. So far the only thing preventing it was the kid keeping his attention on Bo's front. But for how long? And how long could Bo stand there and take the punishment? Fuck, longer than this kid could stay in that jock, he thought. When he heard the kid rustling again among the toys, he spread his legs, bracing for whatever the kid might figure out belonged up his butt. When he felt something snap into those tit-clamps, Bo jumped with surprise.

"Yeah so y'don't forget about me here..." Terry found a small wooden stick, not much thicker than a pencil, nice and flexible. He snapped it against the tit-clamp, suspecting it would make the big bull jump. When he heard Bo's grunted wimper, he flicked it against the other clamp. Back and forth, seeing the huge pecs and shoulder muscles flex and strain, every striation showing through all that bulk. Terry tugged at himself, knowing his own cock was fuller than he wanted to admit. All the times he got to beat the shit outa some punk, then went home to jack off the memory still fresh on his fists, yeah, but here the big dude was just asking for it. And standing there buck-naked, letting some kid play with his goods like this, it was more than he had gambled on. When that Steve guy first gave him a rough outline, he never in a million years would have suspected he could take the scene this far. Even when he had him change clothes before, he had a strong hunch he could push maybe a step or two into the kinky side. But when he read that paper, all but daring him to blow as many loads as he had the nerve for, and get the big muscle hunk to pump a few as well... and now this guy naked and showing all the signs of enjoying these sex games, well if that's what it takes, then that's what he gets!

Terry used that wooden stick on the clamps then gave a few shift wacks to Bo's belly, then down as far as those black pubes. But Bo stood there, almost daring him to go further. So when the stick snapped against those stetched balls Terry's cock almost gave a lurch. Bo squealed and twisted, almost falling to his knees. When Terry flicked the rod against Bo's dick that is exactly what happened. As well as put Bo's voice into a whole new octave.

"Dude you okay?" Terry came in close, seeing what looked like tears coming from beneath the blindfold.

"Fuuuuuuuccck" Bo moaned.

"Dude, y'want me t'stop or y'gonna tell me what gets yer nut now?"

"N-n-no..." Bo's voice returned to its normal bass range "jus..."

"Just what? Y'gotta tell me if--"

"Feet!"

"What? Ya want me to hit your--"

"No!" his voiced boomed out "don't mean that."

"Then what?"

"If I say 'feet' y'gotta stop and I tell..."

"Okay, y'mean like a password? So I get to torture ya, until ya gimme the password, that it?"

"Y-y-yeah..." Bo lowered his head "understand?"

"Oh I understand! Loud and clear stud" he said that word again. Why was he callin him a stud? Shit HE was the stud, Terry the Hulk was the stud, right?

"Sweeeeet" Terry hissed, tapping the stick againt Bo's balls again "so what's the story?"

"Ain't tellin ya shit!" and wack! Terry brought the stick down on Bo's cock. Bo yelped and jerked but did not say shit. Terry grabbed the lead weights, lifting them up a few inches. He let them fall, watching the reaction to Bo's sac. The whole ballsac sagged with the weight, Bo whimpering and sobbing, but not saying anything!

Terry found his discarded sweatshit, bringing some items from the pockets he stole from the bench before. They looked like tiny plastic clothespins, and small metal jacks, their points smooth but nubbly. Before he changed his mind Terry directed Bo up to his feet. Or rather directed those clamps upward, the rest following dutifully. He reached out and grabbed that huge black tube knowing Bo would never expect it. Sure enough Bo jumped then braced himself. Shit, the kid finally grabbed my bare dick, he thought. Well, never thought that would happen.

Terry had seen maybe one or two uncut dicks, other than his own. But this was the first he'd seen one that had so much loose foreskin. And if there was one thing he knew, it was anything under that foreskin, even a piece of lint, was pure agony. He always wanted the chance to see how much torture a guy -- an uncut guy -- could take before he lost it. He tried experimenting with his own dick a few times, stuffing things like q-tip ends or even some ball bearings under his foreskin a few times, but could not stand the feeling long, maybe a minute or two. So when he saw those miniature metal jacks he thought they would be the nastiest things to shove under a guy's skin. He grabbed Bo's dick and tugged it forward, amazed at the goddamn size of the thing. And it wasn't even hard! Man, if this guy ever boned it would poke half-way across the fuckin room! Once his hand made contact with the bare hot flesh, it was all down-hill from there. Grabbing another dude's cock was not something he was going to be bragging about, but this whole thing was breaking every barrier Terry ever had.

Terry slipped a finger inside the opening, working it around, testing its roominess. Bo let out a deep sign. So ya like that? Terry smirked, ya like havin somebody playin with yer head. Well let's see how ya like... THIS! and he shoved two fingers through the opening. Bo's hands were off his head so fast!

"Knock it off!"

"Tell me!" Terry was through playing games.

"Eat my load!"

"Like you ate mine?" Terry laughed "c'mere!" he grabbed Bo by the arm, expecting more resistance than he got. He led Bo back to the rings "remember these?"

"What about'm?"

"This time bareass!" Terry smirked, but his heart was beating in his chest loud enough Bo could here.

"So what?" and Bo jumped up and grabbed the rings. His balls were a few seconds behind, losing one of the lead weights in the exertion. Terry let it fall, seeing a bigger torture.

"If y'let go, yer gonna tell me."

"I won't be lettin go" Bo hung there, his sweaty hands threatening to lose the grip any moment. His arms could hold out, but those gloves would have helped. But he had no intention of hanging around all day, he almost chuckled to himself. But Bo stopped laughing when he felt a cold hand on his cock again. Shit, for a kid who was so freaked out about touching him down there, he sure was coming along fine now. Again he felt a finger invade his skin, then something worse!

Terry took one of the jacks and slipped it through the opening. Bo shouted and tried to jerk away, but Terry's grip on his dick made that a bad idea. Terry worked the jack as far as it would go, then realized there was room for maybe one or two more. With Bo struggling and twisting, Terry shoved the second and then the third under Bo's foreskin, one pressed against the underside of that spongy head, the others on either side. When they were in place, Terry pulled the foreskin forward as far as it would stretch, then brought one of the clothespins out of that pocket and before Bo could react, pinched the opening shut. Terry found room for three more of the plastic clothespins, until the end was completely pinched in several spots. But he had another ten or so in his pocket. What to do with those?

Terry's brain was just getting started. The more Bo moaned and squirmed, the wilder his ideas became. Before he could run out of those clothespins, Terry found lots of places to attach them. He put several down the underside of Bo's cock, one at the top of each of his balls where they disappeared into the leather sheath. He put a few around the titclamps, the wet flesh giving him problems a few times. His crotch was throbbing so bad he had to stop. He stepped back and enjoyed his handiwork. Damn if he had a picture of this! Then he remembered that camera and shuddered.

"I'm gettin copies of this right?" Terry half-turned to that Steve guy.

"B-I mean Butch?"

"Wha..." came from beneath the blindfold where it had slipped down over his mouth. Terry reached up and tugged it off his head.

"Man asked you a question" and Terry flicked his hand against Bo's pecs.

"Up t'you" Bo squinted, his eyes stinging. Terry saw the problem and pulled his sweatpants off the floor, mopping Bo's face.

"Thanks... Hulk."

"Hey..." Terry stood there in his soaked jock "I ain't tryin t'torture ya" he chuckled. Bo just looked down at Terry's body, seeing the reaction this was having on the kid. He gave him an arrogant smirk.

"So what's the word?" Terry's hand hesitated over Bo's crotch.

"Sadist" Bo snarled, then felt his hand give his cock a slight bounce. That was enough to remind him of those metal nubs digging into his flesh in the most tender place possible. After last several nights at Mort's his cock was still recovering, and this was almost more than he could handle. Almost.

"Wrong word" Terry gave the sole lead weight a jiggle or two, seeing the desired reaction on Bo's face. Damn, could this dude handle pain or what? Was he training for the fuckin Pain Olympics or somethin?

Terry looked at Steve then that fuckin camera,

"Yeah I know just what to do with a copy of this" and flexed his muscles a few times, more for his benefit than anyone else's.

"Lookin good... Hulk" he heard from Bo of all people. He turned and Bo was hanging there, squirming his hips this way and that, trying to find a position less uncomfortable. Terry came back to him and just like that slugged him one in the gut. A few of the clothespins went flying as Bo dropped to his feet.

"What you call me?" he slapped those big tortured pecs a few times "what?"

"Hulk" Bo grit his teeth "Hulk..."

"What's the word?"

"Hulk..." Bo repeated with each slap. Terry was not angry but getting frustrated he could not break this guy. He went back to the bench, looking at the various items displayed there. Some of them were too freaky even for Terry. He picked up that wooden paddle, familiar in his grip. This at least he knew how to use. But his eyes kept returning to all those damn rubber things. Fuck, could a guy really take those things up his poop chute?

"Yer gonna tell me the word, it's just a matter of time" and Terry brought the paddle hard against Bo's ass. Hard enough for him to flinch and thrust his crotch forward, setting that lead weight swinging and his cock fly forward, the metal jacks pressing into his cockhead. After the fifth swat with the paddle the clothespins at the head gave way and they fell to the floor, the jacks not far behind. But Terry had tired of them and had other things in mind now.

"This ass sure seems t'be enjoying this" and whack! with the paddle "everytime I beat ya" whack! "yer dick does something funny" whack! "ain't that right?"

"Ungh... oh..." was all Bo would say.

"Big... fuckin... ass!" the paddle coming down again and again "big fuckin pussy ass!"

Bo was doing all he could to brace himself for each blow, not wanting to thrust his hips more than he could, his balls burning with the pain.

"Aowwwh... ohhh... my balls..." Bo finally moaned, not able to take it any more.

"What's the word?" whack!

"The balls. Take that off!"

"Not until ya tell me the--"

"Feet okay?" Bo yelled "now get'm off me!"

Terry let the paddle fall to the floor, and before Steve was out of his chair, had the lead weight unhooked and tossed aside. He next unsnapped and unhooked the leather sheath, letting that come off Bo's scrotum as well. When he did he could see how bruised and pinched the flesh was where the leather had tugged and stretched the tender flesh. When Terry released the last two clothespins, Bo almost passed out.

Terry knew he had pushed it a bit too far, so before that Steve guy started on him he went so far as to massage some feeling back into Bo's cock and balls. He could feel his eyes boring into him as he did.

"Don't get the wrong idea" Terry finished the massage, pulling his hands away "it ain't like that."

"Never said it was..." Bo flexed his arms and shoulders as best he could, now that he could move without radiating more pain into his groin. Terry saw the motion.

"Bo-Butch, y'wanna break?"

"Naw" Bo looked down at Terry's sweating torso "this kid's just gettin warmed up, right... Hulk?"

"But I thought...?"

"What?"

"Y'said 'feet', right? I thought that meant y'spill it, right?"

"Yeah we're through with you tryin to pull my balls off, y'got that part right."

"So...?" Terry looked at Steve "we break for a second?"

"Up to you two."

"Fuck..." Terry whispered to Bo "y'need a piss break too dontcha?"

"Smart..." Bo started for the door "for a punk..."

"Ain't ya gonna... y'know... cover up?"

"Maybe..." he gave himself a tug and a rub, happy to get his hands back on his goods again "first I gotta use the facilities."

"Y'gotta piss?"

"No kiddin" Bo continued to leave.

"Stop!"

"What?"

"So we breakin here?" looking at Steve then back at Bo.

"Up to the smart punk here" Bo continued walking.

"Okay, if it's up to me..." Terry saw Bo hesitate "then turn around and get your ass back here--"

"Ya deaf kid? I told ya I gotta--"

"Get back here now!" Terry summoned up all his macho posturing, suspecting Bo would only laugh and leave. When Bo stopped and came back, Terry almost swallowed his gum.

"What's up?"

"I didn't say ya could leave t'piss."

"Y'didn't say I couldn't."

"I'm sayin now... y'can't."

"Ya gonna stop me?"

"Yeah" Terry went over to the ever-helpful bench, finding some leather straps "put those arms behind yer back."

"What for?"

"Y'wanna get that thing on yer balls again?"

"Fuck no" Bo wanted his balls worked over, but there was only so much pain they could take in one day.

"Okay hands behind yer back" ever since Bo was untied and free, Terry was seeing this whole situation from a different perspective. He was praying the big bull would not turn on him, but as long as he was free, Terry was flirting with disaster. Once he had the big dude tied again, even if it was just his hands, he felt a lot better. He knew in a fair fight with the big guy he'd be hamburger in seconds. So no fair fight was gonna be allowed if he could help it.

"And if I refuse?" Bo saw the nervousness in Terry's eyes, but wanted to jerk the kid as much as he could. Besides, the whole point was to get the kid pissed off enough to do... well, what Bo was hoping the kid would do. But the smart punk had to figure it out for himself!

"Then ya got a whole lotta trouble on your hands" he balled his fists, praying the bluff might work. When he saw Bo raise his fists, he knew this was going to get ugly. But then Bo moved them behind his back, a small sneer on his face. Before he did anything else, Terry had those wrists and elbows tied and double-tied. Only then did he allow himself to breathe again. Damn, that was close.

Once the pounding in his chest slowed to something like normal again, he heard the whirring of the camera. If it had been Steve laughing his head off it would not have been worse. Terry felt his own stupidity shoved in his face. You fuckin idiot! Of course the dude ain't gonna say no! What were you so afraid of, ya big coward!

"Okay now what?" Bo taunted him.

"Ya gotta piss, huh?" Terry went and found those shoelaces again Terry just knew these sick dudes had something equivalent over there on the bench, but I know how to make these do the job. Hell, he laughed at all the times he did this to his own uncut dick, just for the kinky sensation of it. But doing it to another dude's cock? Man, sick fantasy come true!

He grabbed that huge dark cock again, his hand tingling with the contact. Something about this dude's meat kept calling him back, but it was not what he was expecting. He pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go, Bo bracing for something nasty and painful. He looked down as Terry started tying two of the shoelace together, then tying various knots in them at various points. When he was finished one end got looped around the purple crown several times, tight but not strangling. When the head was encircled all nubbly and distended, he pulled the foreskin forward again, the rest of the lace emerging from the opening like an obscene tassel. Terry had to work fast before Bo saw what he was doing and decided to put a stop to it. He was just finishing encircling the loose skin, tighter and tighter as he approached the opening, when Bo let out a hiss. Now that Terry finished with the tip, the tightly wrapped foreskin stretched out a good three inches beyond his cockhead. A nice air-tight parcel. Bo hissed again as felt his bladder protesting all these manipulations. When he saw Terry slip over to the bench and return with some cock-rings, he knew what the next torture was going to be. The kid was an expert with the rings, picking the exact correct sizes, slipping Bo's balls through the ring and then the tied tip of his cock, tugging the whole package into position. Bo felt his cock swell with the familiar sensation. Terry saw the response and could not help but smile.

"Yeah, all wrapped up and no where t'go, huh Butch?"

"Yeah... yes... sir" Bo looked at the camera, almost swelling his chest.

"Now up on that table--"

"But--"

"Just like this!" Terry was back in his element. He was an expert at wrestling a bound dude around like so much dead weight. He had Bo leaning on the table in no time. From there to getting him off the floor and lying on his side took only a minimal amount of struggling. This dude was bigger, WAY bigger, than anyone he had to "discipline" before. But the principle stayed the same. Once Bo was on the padded table, he got him rolled onto his stomach in record time. Then Terry's twisted brain saw more possibilities parade in front of him, all screaming for attention. With Bo sprawled on his stomach, Terry wheeled the table until it was beneath the rings, the platform dragged out of the way. He went back to the bench, finding something that would work. It looked like a large wide lifting belt, and he was betting it was just Bo's size.

"Okay Butch, lift up a second" Terry started tugging the belt underneath Bo's midsection. Bo flexed his back and managed to lift some of his weight onto his knees. That gave Terry enough room to slide the belt beneath his belly, securing the two ends together in back. He found another strap and secured this one around Bo's chest, right below the armpits, Bo lay there, half on his side, not sure what the inexperienced kid had in mind. When he secured a leather strap to the belt around Bo's chest and got up on the chair to pull it through one of the rings, Bo got a bit nervous. Then he felt Terry give a tug and Bo felt his torso rising off the table a few inches. When his shoulders were a foot or two off the surface, Terry secured the ends, then started working on the belt around his waist. A second strap through the other ring lifted Bo's ample midsection off the table as well, until he was kneeling on the padded surface, all the weight of his upper body held by the two straps. His chest was free enough he could breathe without difficulty, the belt around his belly taking most of the support. He looked down at the table a foot below him, then it went dark when another blindfold around his forehead. From how it smelled it was the kid's t-shirt this time. Bo half-lay there, his hands still tied behind him, expecting the worst. When he felt a belt land on his ass he gave a lurch forward. The straps held as he swung back and forth a half foot or so. When the second and then the third landed on his protuding ass as well, he felt his bladder explode. Bo gave a loud yell and started flooding his piss out his cock. But it had no where to go.

Terry saw the ass muscles flex and twist with the blows, hoping the laces would hold. After the third snap of the belt, he knocked Bo's knees apart, as wide as they could go on the table. He looked down between his legs, and sure enough, he saw Bo's cock spasm and swell. Then the end started to stretch and swell, the piss filling the foreskin like a balloon. Bo tried to stop but once he started it was all but impossible to stop the flow. Terry reached under his belly, grabbing the distended end of Bo's cock, feeling it fill with the hot liquid. A few drops started to ooze out the tip, but Terry knew how this worked. And he sure as hell knew how it felt. It was the most exquisite agony one could do to an uncut cock, swelling and shrinking at the same time, the foreskin ballooned out until it was paper-thin. And Terry's fingers were there, drumming and tapping on it, until Bo was squirming and screaming,

"Let it go! Let it go mutherfucker! Let it out!"

"Ya wanna piss? Go ahead?" his hand flicking and snapping Bo's ass, then reaching down and giving his balls a slap as well. Bo's arms and shoulders were corded with twisting muscles as he tried to work his way loose. But Terry knew his knots. What he didn't know was if all these straps and rings would hold Bo if he was determined to break free. And it sure as hell looked like he was gonna do just that.

Terry gave the underside of Bo's balls a good slap, then noticed his hand came away greasy. He rubbed his fingers together, slick with something? He looked at Bo's crack, seeing how shiny it was. What the fuck? This guy greased his crack?

"What the fuck's this?" Terry yelled, wiping his hand against Bo's left bicep like a rag "what's this shit... Butch?"

"Fuck... fuck.... untie my goddamn dick!" his bladder trying to empty but no where for it to go. The back pressure was making him go crazy.

"Soon as y'tell me what this is? Why your ass all greasy and shit?"

"Why y'think" Bo yelled, his struggles getting more and more urgent "untie me ya ASSHOLE!"

"Asshole huh?" Terry was back at the bench, looking at the various items. He found something he thought would decide this one way or the other "I'm the asshole here, huh?" he took the small buttplug and pressed it against Bo's crack "y'sure I'm the asshole? Y'sure?" and he pressed it against Bo's hole, expecting Bo to freak and fly off that table, restraints or no restraints. When it stretched and just like that popped into place, Terry almost yanked his hand away with shock "holy fuck!"

Bo let out a deep loud growl as the undersized plug invaded his protruding ass. When it pressed into his prostate, his bladder started spasming. Terry wiped his hands and found a small jug, pressing it beneath Bo's crotch. Luckily the belt was keeping most of the weight off the table so Terry could maneuver it beneath Bo's cock. Terry unslipped the two end knots and the lace unraveled like a spring, Bo's cock exploding his piss into the container with a loud metallic clang. Bo clenched and unclenched his ass as his bladder finally emptied, making way for the plug pressing into his knob. The jug was removed and dumped before Bo knew it was gone.

"Dude..." Terry gave his jock a tug, thinking the time to shed it was fast approaching. Here was this guy on his hands and knees, well his knees at least, with a plug up his ass, and that thing went in way too easy "dude... ya wanna tell me about this?"

"About what?" Bo crouched there, less discomfort than nervousness. His shoulders ached with the bad angle of his arms, but after what he had been through, this was a warm bath by comparison.

"What's with this shit? You all lubed and ready for what" Terry went and found the biggest dildo he could find. He started rubbing it around Bo's covered face so he knew what he had "for this? You walk around all day just waiting for something like this up your ass?"

"Fuck..." Bo clenched his ass muscles, feeling the plug starting to slide out. Too late it popped out and landed on the table. Terry heard the noise, thinking one of the straps gave way. He jumped back, fearing the whole contraption was coming down around their heads, then saw the expression on Bo's face. It wasn't fear; more like he was doing everything to maintain a poker face with a handful of aces.

"Think that's funny huh?" then Terry saw the shiny plug lying on the table "let's see if you're laughing when..." he went back to the table, fining the next larger size. This one was thick enough it should stay put, he hoped. There was no tube of lube to be found, but he noticed a jar of something like axle grease next the collection of... yeah they were dildoes, no mistake. He opened the container expecting it to smell of old crankcases or worse! Instead it smelled like nothing, maybe wax or shortening if that. He jammed the end into the white grease, until the head looked like it was covered with frosting. He brought it back to Bo, lifting the shirt from his face, "still laughing?"

"What y'gonna do with that... punk?"

"Y'get two guesses!"

"Shove it up yer ass."

"Wrong answer, Butch" Terry went around the side of the table, slapping his ass as he went. When he got to the back, he pulled Bo's knee sideways almost a foot. Bo groaned as the belt around his belly tightened, but then felt something cool and slimy at his crack.

"You even think about puttin that--" Bo growled then felt the tip at his hole.

"Too late for that, ya big muscle head" Terry got a up-close-and-personal view of Bo's crack and the dark-brown puckering ring marking the entrance to the off-limits zone of his shithole. Terry's brutal sadistic streak overcame any queasiness more quickly than he would have guessed. He never touched a dude down there! Hell he never had any reason to, except to cause pain and humiliation. But seeing those two huge muscled glutes and that puckering hole just begging for it! Terry pressed the greased tip into the ring not sure what would happen next. Would it really fit in there?

"Get that AWAY FROM ME NOW!" Bo screamed, but made no effort to pull away from it.

"Better relax or this is gonna" and before he could adjust his grip, the wide middle section stretched Bo's ring and just popped right in! "hurt..." Terry almost swallowed his gum as his hand guided more than pushed it in the rest of the way. When it was lodged in Bo's butt, Terry took a step back. He was too shocked to realize his jock was filling out fast. Or that Steve and his camera were closing in fast. Only when he gave himself a scratch and a tug, the camera taking it all in, did he realize the whole thing was a set-up. This was what Bo had been angling for the whole time. The dude actually LIKED things up his butt! And Terry always saw himself as a sicko; he was small potatoes compared to these two dudes. Well, time to show them he could play in the big leagues too!

"What the fuck?" Terry bellowed in his best outraged disgusted voice "you just let a guy shove something up yer hole! How sick is that!"

"Unnnnggghhh" Bo groaned under the stinky t-shirt.

"You like that? You like things up yer hole?"

"Unngghh... yes... sir..." Bo moaned and twisted, trying to adjust to the increasing discomfort.

"You like dudes wailin on ya huh?" Terry found his handy paddle and gave Bo's rump a short snap "huh?"

Bo yelled and jerked, all the muscles in his back and ass snapping into high relief through all the padding. So Terry gave him another, then another, watching the endlessly fascinating study of muscles flinching and spasming. After several of those blows he feared he may run the risk of dislodging that thing in him. So he gave it a hard shove with the end of his paddle. When he heard the noise it produced in Bo, he knew he hit paydirt! So he modified the paddling routine, first a slap to Bo's right glute, then his left, the a hard jab with the handle, over and over again. Long after his arm got tired Terry continued the punishment, first soft pats then hard slams, back and forth until all the muscles of Bo's glutes and thighs started quivering and shivering,

"Stop stop stop!" Bo screamed, "okay no MORE!"

"Y'can't take it can ya" and gave the plug another jab.

"Stop... NO!" Bo's voice had a desperate tone Terry had not heard before "my arms!"

"What? What about--"

"Yer breakin my arms!"

"Shit" Terry dropped the paddle and went over to the straps holding Bo's bound arms. It looked like Bo had slid backwards, causing too much weight to be put on those first straps, his arms twisted up and forward in a frightful angle. Terry had the strap untied and with a loud thump! Bo's shoulders and head crashed to the padded table. Terry had the wrists and arms untied in record time.

Once Bo was untied he tried to get his hands under him but they were out cold. Terry started rubbing the circulation back into his shoulders and biceps then down to his forearms, seeing Bo flexing and twisting his hands as they came back to life. After several minutes Bo was able to push himself off the table, his belly still encircled by the remaining belt.

"Sorry... I didn't mean..." Terry's hands continued to rub and knead that muscled flesh long after Bo's arms were back in service. Bo could not help but notice the attention.

"Don't sweat it... punk..." Bo turned his head and gave Terry a weird smirk.

"I'm still the punk huh?" Terry's hands were off that warm flesh and back on his favorite paddle "so whadya call this?" giving the plug another jab.

"Punk sure gets off shovin things up dude's butts..." Bo lowered his chest to the table, resting his arms for a bit "what's up with that?"

"You tell me" Terry went to the last straps and untied Bo's midsection from the ring. Bo's groaning bulk oozed down to the table in a large loud whoosh!

"Okay off the table... Butch."

"C'mon" Bo turned his head "gimme a chance t'rest!"

"All ya been doin is resting! Move yer butt. Now!"

Terry tossed his paddle back to the table and was over to Steve before Bo had one foot on the ground.

"What's up now?" Bo saw the two talking.

"I need a piss break" Terry announced "so where--"

"Sorry kid, it's busted" Steve looked at Bo slowly getting to his feet. Terry followed Steve's gaze and almost gasped.

"Holy cow!" Terry's eyes could not take it in "what the..." he watched as Bo lowered himself to his feet then straighten up with a certain amount of pain. But what made Terry gasp was what was sticking out of Bo's sweaty shiny crotch. Attached to that knotted shoelace was the longest thickest dick Terry had ever seen. If it was not full hard he hated to think how much bigger the damn thing could get! Wow! Terry got the picture real fast something he did finally got the big dude turned on something fierce. But what? Somewhere between tying and ringing his goods and paddling and plugging his ass, this dude got all major wood.

"Wow... Butch" Terry doubled back to Bo fast, his bladder protesting but ignored "y'wanna explain that?" pointing at that tube angling from his crotch.

"What about it?" Bo stood there, rubbing his arms and shoulders, then down to his sides and thighs.

"Dude... you're like... hard!"

"Tough... so go piss" Bo was back to his old tough self "or y'want me t'hold it for ya punk."

"Yer askin for it, y'know that..." Terry looked at him then back at Steve "so where?"

"Drain's right there" Steve was back at the camera, changing tapes "knock yerself out."

"What? Here?" Terry looked at the small drain in the floor several steps from him "ain't that... y'know unsanitary?"

"Hah!" Bo laughed "suddenly the kid's all squeaky clean" Bo tested his legs then started for that other door "Steve... I gotta" nodding his head in that direction "y'know..."

"Yeah. Five minutes" Steve announced, putting the other tape in his briefcase.

Bo was starting to leave when Terry stopped him,

"Where you think you're goin?"

"I gotta..."

"Gotta what?"

"You tellin me there is a bathroom back there? And you didn't want me to..."

"Look kid, this thing's comin outa me, and not here got it?" and Bo was through the door and gone. As soon as he left, Terry saw Steve reload and start the camera, pointing it right at him. Or rather his crotch. Terry's hands were covering himself fast as he looked around for something to wear. Those stained running shorts were the best he could find. He had them on so fast he surprised himself. He stood there waiting for Steve to say something but when he didn't he went around the room, looking at everything again in a new light. So this whole scene was designed with one thing in mind? To be the big dude's private torture chamber? It sure as fuck didn't look like what he always imagined a "dungeon of horrors" to look like. No creapy stone chamber with bloody shackles hanging everywhere, no torture rack, no bed of nails, nothing. Hell, he'd seen work-out rooms that were scarier than this! He was just examining the weight bench when Bo returned, still bare-ass naked. But walking easier it seemed.

"You gettin dressed?" Bo took in Terry's state "so ya leavin?"

"Leavin?" Terry took in Bo's crotch the same way Bo did his "fuck no! The afternoon's just startin right? So the john's back here?" heading where Bo came in.

"Told ya it's broke" Bo almost blocked his way.

"Sure as fuck ain't broke for you" Terry saw Bo's reluctance to move "so what gives?"

"Trust me kid, y'don't wanna go back there" Bo thrust his jaw in Terry's face "least not til it airs out, got it?"

"Fuck..." he looked at Bo, then around the room "y'better not be expectin me t'piss right here."

"Suck it up... punk."

"I get real tired of hearing that come outa your mouth... Butch!"

"So what ya gonna do about it?"

"Yer askin for it!"

"Tough.... punk."

"That's it" Terry looked down at Bo's crotch, "where's yer... stuff?"

"Stuff?"

"What happened to those cockrings, and my shoelaces."

"In the towel there" Bo nodded at the package he put on the floor when he returned.

"Go get'm."

"Make me."

Terry found the closest belt and gave Bo a sharp wack across his belly. Bo winced but stood his ground. After several more Bo went over to the towel, unrolled it and removed a few items, leaving the washed plug where it lay. He came back to where Terry was standing,

"Now what... punk."

"On yer knees" Terry commanded.

"Okay" Bo lowered his heavy bulk to the hard floor.

"Not there" Terry fished some items from where he put them in the pocket of those shorts "right here" pointing the where the drain formed a shallow circle in the floor.

"What for?"

"Y'gonna do it or ya want those arms pinned to that ring again!"

"Fuuuucck" Bo crawled across the floor on his knees until he was over the drain. He had a bad hunch what the kid was up to. He did not need to glance at Steve to let him know it was going to happen again.

"Yeah... just like that" Terry looked down at the guy kneeling in front of him "now you know where these go" handing him several of those small plastic jacks "do it."

"You don't think I'm gonna--"

"Lemme see ya put those cockrings back where they were first" Terry folded his arms watching to see if he would do it. His bladder was not going to wait forever.

"Better hurry" Terry lifted his bare foot until his toes were pressing into Bo's goose eggs. He winced but got busy with the first ring, pulling those eggs through it, then his soft firehose. Before he heard another comment, Bo stuffed those plastic things under his foreskin, then lopped the final ring over his head, locking them in place. Terry's foot was back at his balls.

"So that was a major bone y'had there before" rubbing his foot higher until it was rubbing against the plastic knobs pressing into Bo's skin "what was that all about?"

"What, y'never seen a real dick before?"

"I'm askin what got ya so hard... Butch!" Terry pressed his foot into the underside of that dick hard enough to get his attention "well?"

"Owww" Bo bent backwards, the dull points of those jacks doing a number on his sensitive flesh.

"Maybe yer memory ain't what is useta be" Terry lowered his foot "let's see ya jack that bad boy. Go on... start some serious jackin. Maybe that might bring it back to how it was before... do it."

Bo knelt there, his right hand circling the tube below the head, below where those things were trapped under his foreskin. He tried giving it a few easy strokes back and forth, but each time he did, the skin stretched and tightened around those nasty little toys. Terry smirked when he saw Bo's grimace.

"Yeah, just like that, keep goin... rememberin yet?"

"Ah... oh... ah..." Bo knelt there, trying not to tug any harder than he need to, but his dick was not enjoying this one bit. When he saw Terry lift his foot he winced. But Terry's foot went to work, digging into his stretched balls while his hand kept up a slow cautious tugging on his dick. In spite of everything, he felt a slight swelling, which only made those plastic jacks more painful.

"Well?"

"Ungh... ungh..." was all Bo would admit. Terry lowered his foot and stepped away.

"Keep doing that don't stop" Terry stole a sideways look to the camera, almost surprised Steve was sitting there, mister casual and aloof, but getting this all. Terry looked around where he set that jug from before. Ah yeah, there it was. He picked it up and brought it back to Bo, who stopped when he saw what Terry was holding.

"Well?"

"What are you gonna--"

"Don't see that hand movin! Ya want my foot--"

"Fuck..." Bo's hand was back on his dick, having a tighter grip as he felt a steady swelling.

"Yeah... looks like that bad boy enjoys the attention" Terry's foot was back playing with Bo's nuts "but that show before... man! Y'gonna tell me what got ya all turned on like that? Y'sure as hell were paradin the meat then. So what did that?"

"Fuck..." Bo lowered his head, knowing what was coming.

"Y'better tell me unless..." Terry held up the jug "unless ya want this goin down the drain..."

"Fuck..." was all Bo said. He raised his head just in time to feel the still warm piss hit him on the shoulder. He lowered his hand, looking right at Terry.

"Tell me or you're gonna wear this..."

"Fuck..."

"Y'asked for it" and he poured the rest of it down Bo's huge chest and belly. It ran all the way down his front, down to his crotch and dripped down onto the floor and into the drain with a nasty gurgling sound.

"Fuck..." Terry stood there, looking down at the big dude covered in his own piss "that's the nastiest thing I ever seen... dude!"

Bo lowered his head, feeling the last of it running off him and down the drain. The smell was bad but he knew worse was coming.

"Y'still won't tell me will ya?"

"Nope."

"Dude y'really askin for it!"

"For what?"

"Okay y'let a guy pour piss on yer bod, then I guess you askin for it" Terry lowered his foot, leaning forward "y'tell me or it's my piss next. You hearin me?"

"I'm hearin ya... sir."

Terry heard that sir, loud and clear. At first he had to stop and tell himself it was sir not punk. Sooner or later he had to deal with the fact this big muscle hunk was really truly gonna let him just keep abusing him. But how far could he push it? That damn letter lying on the chair over there was practically screaming at him. He had to know, could he do this? Could he go through with this?

"Remember these shorts... Butch?"

"Yeah... sir."

"Remember them stuffed in your mouth? All nasty with my jizz?"

"Fuck yeah... sir."

"Show me!"

"Show you what?" Bo tilted his head, trying to get Terry's expression.

"Show me how yer mouth looked full of my shorts."

"Say again?"

"Go on... Butch. Put that mouth on it."

Bo looked up at his face, recognizing the expression. Hell, he'd seen that expression so many times, on Klu, on Will, on so many guys, it was second nature by now. He leaned forward and his face made contact with the smelly damp material. Terry let out a small hiss as Bo felt the tube start to respond to his mouth.

"Fuck..." Terry could not but rub his crotch against Bo's face a few times.

When he felt himself start to thicken, his bladder clamped down hard. But that did not prevent a small burst of piss from escaping into his damp jock.

Bo had to notice "shit, if ya don't hurry I'm gonna be pissin my shorts right here and now. Okay, let's see ya pull those shorts down -- no those hands go right back on that dick of yours keep jackin it -- pull my shorts down with..." Terry had to steady himself as the pounding in his chest grew louder and faster "with yer fuckin teeth!" knowing Bo would never do that.

But then Terry felt those hard sharp tugging at the waistband and damn! if he wasn't pulling it down one of his hips. When it was almost down to his pubes Bo started tugging at the other hip, pulling and yanking until he had it down to the stub of Terry's rapidly swelling cock. Terry had turned the corner, or rather his urgent bladder had hijacked the vehicle and was flooring it around the corner, his hands tugging the material down past his big hips as Bo tugged down the front until it was around thighs! And before he said a word, Bo's mouth was at the pouch of his flap, pulling it aside, his mouth zeroing in on Terry's filling throbbing cock. It was out and in Bo's mouth before he had time to bring his hands forward.

"Ya gonna piss or bone?" Bo mouthed into his crotch, his voice too deep to be taunting. Even Terry could hear he really truly wanted this. Terry grabbed his cock and aimed it down at Bo's belly before it turned to stone. And then his bladder exploded.

He stood there pumping and spraying his piss down Bo's front, his cock straining and fighting as it continued to harden. He was still emptying his hot piss when his dick throbbed and pulsed and it was sticking straight out, all seven and a quarter inches of hard hormone-fueled cock, the last of the spasms pumping piss onto Bo's neck and chest. Bo's hand was wrapped around his wet dripping cock, staring at that bright red cockhead a few inches in front of his nose.

"Fuck..." Terry's brain was overloading. He did not know which was more mind-boggling, whether he just pissed all over this huge dude and he just knelt there letting him, or he just had a mouth on his dick! He had never ever imagined he could push the scene this far! But it looked like no one was going to stop him! "fuck... I just pissed on you dude! I PISSED on you!"

"Hulk... now...?"

"You gonna tell me what turns you -- I mean what turned you on before?"

"Yer gonna haveta make me tell ya... sir."

"What if I threatened you.. with..." Terry grabbed himself, in part because he could not believe how hard this was making him. He was standing over a naked guy, covered in piss, his piss! getting filmed doing it! and he was bone hard! like he never ever could imagine. Not even those times he really let himself get carried away beating up that one dude, his dick throbbing in his jeans as his fists came down again and again on that punk, even then he was never this hard! "start talkin unless ya want..." he couldn't say it, he couldn't say the words. But Bo read his mind and before he could back away, Bo's mouth opening and coming towards his dick. Terry knew he was going to keel over any second.

"If y'don't want me to... to..." he couldn't say the f-word "y'better tell me--" and then that mouth swallowed his hardness and Terry forgot about the threats, forgot about the camera, forgot about the piss everywhere, forgot about running home and jerking off, forgot everything except what that mouth was doing to his cock! His cock never experienced that feeling before but it responded on its own by shoving itself again and again deep into Bo's mouth. When it shoved forward and felt itself going down his throat, Bo choking but not relenting, only then did it swell to its full size, the head free of the foreskin, sensitive to the warm sliding sensations all over its taut surface, Terry's balls throbbing and tightening fast. He had no idea when his hands grabbed Bo's head and started pulling it again and again into his crotch, his cock thrusting harder faster into that amazing mouth, his first mouth. Terry would have just kept plunging and plunging, even when his balls all but disappeared as they sent the final signals into Terry's relentless cock, even when the first alarms starting signaling the beginning of the biggest over-the-top orgasm of his young life. But Bo recognized the warning signs and pulled his throat off that major piece of meat and leaned back, staring up at Terry's closed eyes. He crouched there a few moments, waiting. Finally Terry's eyes opened, finally aware his cock was fucking air. His fist slammed to his cock and before he knew what he was doing he was pumping out a desperate load all over Bo's face. His white cum hit Bo on the nose, his cheeks, his chin, dribbling down to his massive chest before Terry realized what he had done. He looked down at himself, at his fat drooling cock, realizing he just blew his load all over Bo. His first reaction was to duck and run. But when he saw Bo kneel there, not budging, not even bothering to wipe the spunk off his face, then Terry realized nothing, nothing! was fazing this guy!

"Fuck..." Terry looked down at his cock, just hanging there, for the whole world to see "you just blew me! You blew a guy!"

"Yeah... you gettin the picture now?"

"Fuck..." Terry staggered away from where he had been standing. His first reaction was to pull up his jock and shorts, covering himself, covering what he just did. As the fog cleared he realized it was too late now. He did it! Not only did he show dick, in front of this huge dude, and his friend, and that damn camera, but he showed himself hard, and not only hard, but now dripping jizz. Hell, if he could do that, he could do... anything!

"Clean that up... Butch" Terry took a step away from the stinky mess "and clean yourself while you're at it. Smells like an outhouse in here" he stepped out of the mess around his knees, turning away from the camera, then fuckit! facing the camera as he pulled everything off. Once he was totally naked, he felt a great weight come off him, a great terrible freedom. Now that he was bare-ass naked, he could do anything! He could even f--, the word, the very thought! stuck in his brain. As the little pieces of his brain started functioning again, he went over to the weight bench and sat his ass -- his bare ass! -- down on the cool leather.

Terry looked at Steve when Bo left the room. He waited for him to make some crack or other. All he did was say "ya got your bonus, your first bonus" before he turned his attention back to his pride and joy. Terry sat there, thinking he should be doing something besides scratch his balls and look very very naked. He was about to rummage around the room when Bo returned, looking clean and dry, carrying a bucket of warm water. Terry was about to ask him where the hell that came from when he poured it on the floor, rinsing the evidence of Terry's over-the-top incident down the drain.

He finished mopping the area, butt-naked no less, before putting the tools away. Terry sat and watched the whole show, blown away by how crazy it looked. But then he must look pretty stupid himself. He was sitting watching the "Naked Janitor" show, straddling the seat of the weight bench, his hands tugging the cushion, absent mindedly running around the edges. As Bo stood there, the mop going around and back over the drain, his fingers traced the surface of a wooden panel beneath the bench and before he knew what he was doing, the whole thing came sliding forward on a pair of cannisters. He yanked his leg out of the way as it dropped down a good foot beyond the end.

"Hey don't break the place" came from Steve as Bo was putting his tools away. When Bo returned, Terry was trying to slide the board back up beneath the bench. But whatever locked it in place Terry could not discover. Finally he let it slide forward again, this time taking a good look at it. It was maybe six or seven inches wide, and extended at least that far past the bottom of the bench. But what got Terry's fevered brain churning was a group of three holes forming a triangle, the middle one much larger than the other two, but all possessing a metal nut where something was meant to be attached. Terry's fingers were as busy exploring the surfaces as Bo was with that mop. Bo finished before Terry however.

"C'mere Butch" Terry watched as he finished, feeling oddly naked all of a sudden "and put something on for crissakes--"

"But--"

"Just do it" Terry went and found those nasty shorts again, wishing he had brought a larger wardrobe. He pulled them on then directed the half-naked Bo over to the bench. The black jockstrap at least kept that tube out of his face for the time being. Sheez, how is a guy to concentrate with that always center stage!

"What's up?" Bo wanted to ask, what's next? but better let the kid think he's in charge here.

"You tell me" Terry pointed at the odd attachment to the bench "what's up with this?"

"What about it?" knowing full well what it was.

"Got a real good idea something gets attached here" almost putting his finger through the largest hole "and no more twenty questions bullshit, we're kinda late in the day for that crap now Butch. So I'm gonna stand here while you just finish building your little exercise set here--"

"You won't like--"

"I'm gonna decide that" Terry knew he was not, but hell if he was gonna let the big guy start running the show here "I'm waiting."

"Your funeral" Bo shrugged those mammoth shoulders and went over to the bench "gimme a hand here" as he reached under the bench, pulling at a large t-shaped contraption of leather and wood.

Not that Terry was in the mood to be ordered about, but his curiosity got the better of him. He helped Bo wrestle the device from where it was lodged and half-trapped behind two of the bench legs. Even after it was free and dragged over to the bench Terry could not imagine how it was used. He watched as Bo started attaching it to the bottom of the bench, three bolts somehow miraculously lining up with the three holes in that drop-down attachment. When Bo finished attaching and unfolding it, Terry got an idea of how it was to be used.

It appeared to be a brace with places for someone's feet, the cross bar extending sideways, then down to the floor on two legs. All nicely padded but somehow the angles looked odd to Terry who thought he was familiar with every kind of exercise equipment those sadists could invent. He was clueless when it came to this one though.

"Okay y'satisfied?" Bo straigtened up, sweatier than expected from the slight exertion.

"Still makes no sense" Terry straddled the bench, trying to flip his knees over the cross bar attachment. It was awkward at best "like this?"

"Fuck no..." Bo knew what was coming but wanted to postpone the inevitable.

Terry caught the slight look Bo shot over to Steve. Even Steve was looking more agitated than usual "your feet go on the pads... here" pointing to a shiny area at one end "and there" at the other. Terry slid up the bench and tried again, bending his knees almost back to his chest, spreading his legs far apart so he could reach both spots. He looked up at Bo, expecting him to bark something about how Terry was doing it wrong "yeah like that" Terry heard instead.

"What?" he disentangled himself from the equipment "no way! Y'can't do shit all bent like that! Ain't ya supposed to be doin some kinda leg presses or shit?"

"You were doin it right" Bo shot another look at Steve, who nodded and gave his camera a reassuring pat.

"Fuck yer nuts" Terry swung sideways, getting to his feet awkward and stiff "you show me then."

"Y'sure? Y'don't want me showin ya up now--"

"I'll live with it" Terry smelled a trap but as long as he was on his feet how bad could it be right? "do it."

"Okay... I guess..." Bo took his place on the bench, straddling it exactly as Terry had done before. He lifted his treetrunk legs and placed his feet on the padded board, even further apart than Terry had tried. When he was in place he looked up at Terry, "see?"

"See what? How y'supposed to be doin anything all bend in half like that?"

"Well... " Bo closed his eyes concentrating. As Terry watched Bo pushed down on the cross bar, lifting his body up the bench a few inches. But seeing how the muscles in his calves and thighs flex and strain told Terry this was only part of the story. But not all the story. Terry came in for a closer look, knowing Bo was not showing him the whole deal. He looked again at the cross bar, taking in that there was a four inch circle cut through the middle. His little brain told him it was important; he'd get back to that.

"Do it again."

"But..." Bo saw where Terry's eyes were roaming, knowing the kid would figure it out sooner or later "the bench is sticking."

"Whadya mean?"

"Go get that jar what y'used before. Over on the bench."

Terry remembered that white junk he used for the plug before. He went over to the bench and brought it back to where Bo was lying,

"This shit?"

"Yeah" Bo leaned forward and grabbed his knees, bringing his back off the bench "it goes on the bench."

"What?"

"Just do it Hulk" reminding him they were still burning film here.

"Don't see what good..." but Terry started smearing it up and down the surface of the bench still warm from Bo's back. When it was well coated, Bo leaned back, wiggling up and down, spreading it the length of his back. He put his feet back in position, then pressed down again, this time sliding up the bench until his legs were almost straight, his shoulders over the end of the bench by almost a foot.

"Now ya see how--"

"Then how you go back... shit..." Terry came around behind Bo as if he were spotting him. He gave Bo's shoulders a push and sure enough Bo slid back down the bench.

"Freaky exercise y'got here..." Terry looked at Steve "one of your inventions?" but Steve shook his head, pointing at Bo "you huh? Somethin you threw together for science fair right?"

"Somethin like that..."

"So what's this hole for?" Terry came around to the base, placing his fingers through that centrally located hole on the cross bar. His hand almost went through but was still close to Bo's gigantic thighs, near enough to his buttcheeks to feel their heat. As Bo's weight slid back down the slippery bench, his ass made contact with Terry's fingertips. Terry almost didn't yank his hand away fast enough. The way it lined up with Bo's crack was obvious even to Terry, reluctant to see the obvious. As Bo pressed up again, Terry crouched down to look through the hole, knowing what sight he would be treated to. A great big bullseye right up Bo's crack. He could not help but notice the two small holes drilled on either side of the opening.

"Okay Butch..." Terry straigthened up, not believing he just had his hand -- and his damn face! -- so close to a guy's butt! Again! This was getting nuts! What were they doing to him? "thinkin break time is over now, you thinkin the same?"

"What? Whatdya mean?"

"Got a feelin here this little torture rack is one of your favorite toys" Terry looked around, finding the straps where they had been discarded before. They were getting greasier and nastier as the day progressed but by this point they were the least of his worries. He brought them over to Bo "so I'm thinkin it's time to see this thing used the way you intended" he brought one of the straps over Bo's chest, expecting him to fly off the bench -- well struggle out of his contorted position maybe -- and fight him.

Even a slight show of resistance was past Bo's reactions now. He closed his eyes and exhaled as Terry lopped the strap over his front, securing him to the bench. Of course it slid down to Bo's belly as soon as it was buckled in place. Now that Bo was "tied up" Terry located the discarded nipple clamps again, bringing them back to where Bo lay strapped to the bench. Bo opened his eyes,

"Those ain't necessary--"

"Maybe not" and the first one was one Bo's left tit. He hissed and bucked but then the second one was clamped in place. Terry gave them a few twists and tugs to make sure they were in place. When he returned with those scissors, Bo lurched, almost breaking the strap across his middle.

"Don't be jumpin around like that... Butch..." Terry ran his hand down Bo's side, glad to see the response as Bo tried to twist away from the tickling sensation "I mean it!" his fingers coming to rest on the side of the jock "let's get this outa the way now before..." and with some effort chewed through the elastic, pulling away from his hip as it gave way "before we get all carried away right?" going over to Bo's other hip, cutting that side as well. With a few tugs, the shredded jock went flying, the heavy genitals flopping downwards free of their confinement. Terry looked down at Bo's naked front, knowing what he wanted to do next. He went back to the bench, finding the collection of cock rings. He had the front of his shorts down and one of them around his own cock before he was back at Bo. When he came around, Bo saw what the kid was doing. He closed his eyes, knowing it was going to get nasty sooner not later. When he felt the kid's hand on his dick he moaned.

Terry was getting used to the idea of handling the big dude's tools. But he hated the reaction everytime his hand circled that enormous fucker. He blamed it on the reaction to the cockring he just finished sliding into place over his own fuckpole. But by the time he had that ring around Bo's meat and past the crown, he knew he was boned. Again! He found one of Bo's shoelaces and looped it around his pole just behind the metal ring. The other end was pulled up taut and tied to first one, then the other tit clamps. Bo tried bending forward to lessen the tension on his cock, as well as his yanked tits for that matter. Damn this kid was too quick a learner, he moaned to himself.

"Yeah, playtime's over... Butch" Terry walked back to the bench, tugging on his full cock like it was the most normal thing in the world. If he was going to go through with this, pulling his pud in broad daylight like this was too silly to worry about. He looked over the bench, then under it as well. He didn't know what it would look like, only that it had two screws on it that far apart, holding his fingers at that distance. He looked and he looked, but not knowing what he was looking for made it maddening. It might have taken less time had he used both hands.

He almost didn't see it, looking in the wrong places. Only when he went back to that sick collection of dildoes did he notice one that had a weird base to it. Sure enough the end of the dildo had a wooden attachment and damn! there were those two bolts at just the right spacing. But no way! No way this huge thing was supposed to go where he imagined it going!

He tried unscrewing the base to see if it could be used for something smaller. But it was like fuckin soldered in place or shit! Terry picked it up and tested its weight; both hands were necessary now!

He brought it over to where Bo was attached to the bench. As soon as Bo twisted his head and saw what Terry was carrying in his hands he let out a quiet groan.

"Well willya look at what I found?" Terry waved the two-foot cylinder of plastic in his face "looks like part of your science project I'm thinkin..."

"Fuuuuccck..." Bo tried looking away, then looked at Terry, knowing he was busted.

"Leg presses my ass!" Terry brought the monster to the cross bar seeing if it would fit through the opening. It barely could squeeze through, then Terry noticed where the holes and bolts lined up. With one hand Terry grabbed Bo's ass -- yeah he did it! he really just reached out and did it! too fuckin much! -- and started pushing that giant frame further up the greased bench. Bo pushed down on the cross bar and slid up and away from what Terry started screwing in place with him free hand. His other was alternating between his numbingly hard cock and Bo's butt. When it was secure Terry saw how it lined up perfectly. Bo's handiwork was a real piece of engineering all right. Hell, he wasn't a fuckin sadist, Terry told himself, as he smeared a nice handful of that grease all over the end of the enormous weapon. He was going to lube his own cock next but got a better idea.

"Well well well..." Terry came around to the top of the bench, almost straddling Bo's head "now I figure out how y'got so big... where all those fuckin muscles come from... right? Real motivator ya got here don't ya?" Terry dragged the weight rack back into place over Bo's shoulders. He found a bar loaded with a minimal amount of iron. Fuck, for what he was planning this was more than enough! He lifted it up to the rack, making sure Bo was watching "so big guy... with those big fuckin muscles... we're gonna see if they're big enough."

"No you don't need--"

"Tough..." Terry lifted it up and then lowered it down to Bo's chest. Bo had to lean backwards straigthening has front to reach up and grab the bar. Terry saw the grimace as the cord connecting Bo's schlong to his tits tightened with the pressure.

"Don't... no..."

"Do it" Terry released his hold forcing Bo to take the barbell. As Terry suspected, the additional weight made Bo slip down another several inches. Terry could not help but smile, seeing Bo's ass closer to the end of that enormous dildo. Even with his legs straight out and Bo's butt as far up as it would go, the greased end was dangerously close to doing serious damage "gimme five... stud..." yeah he said it. Watching this big dude throw the weights around, watching those muscles do what they were intended for... yeah, his hand was back on his cock, fuck'm if they care.

Bo pressed the bar up from his chest, more concerned about what it would do to those clamps than what was aiming for his bottom. He almost wished the kid had figured out how to use the holder for one of the smaller, narrower dildoes in the collection, not the damn biggest one there! So why was the holder attached to that one? He didn't arrange it that way last time did he?

Bo lifted the bar up after the fifth rep, a bit surprised Terry was so eager and helpful to take it from his grasp. When it was back on the rack, Bo lay there a moment, then leaned forward, taking the straing off his tied cock.

"Lemme help ya... stud" Terry leaned forward grabbing Bo under his arms. He gave a big tug and Bo's greasy back slid up the bench until he was straigthened out again, his shoulders almost off the end. When Terry grabbed his head and tilted it backwards, Bo's tits gave a yelp as did his cock. He would have yelled but before he could react his mouth was filled with Terry's dick.

"Oh yeah oh yeah" Terry leaned forward, bending his cock down into Bo's throat. Bo coughed and gagged but the end of that cock stayed right there. Even when Terry's hands roamed down the length of Bo's pecs, finding their way back to those clamps pulled down as far as they could go, that cock stayed buried in Bo's mouth.

Terry pulled the back of his shorts down past his ass, then down and off, releasing his cock from Bo's mouth for a moment. As Bo caught his breath, Terry looked down at himself, his rock-hard cock wet with Bo's spit, the ring around the base making it look thicker and redder than ever. Once he was free of his shorts he was free to straddle Bo's head better. He was not able to point his cock down into Bo's mouth from this angle but his nuts enjoyed Bo's mouth to make up for the loss. With his crotch pressed down on Bo's face, Terry lifted the bar back to Bo's chest,

"Oh fuck..." Bo's tongue tickling the underside of his nuts driving him crazy "let's see if the big musclestud can gimme another five with his mouth fulla my nads" and Bo lifted the bar rubbing it against Terry's cock as he did. After five more of those the bar was back in the rack, Terry resting his chest on it as Bo's face was back between his thighs. Terry was too far into it to realize he was pressing Bo further and further down the slick bench. Only when Bo let out a loud grunt did Terry open his eyes and see there was no more safety zone between Bo's ass and the end of that greased pole.

Terry lifted off Bo's face, but pressed his hands down onto Bo's shoulders.

The additional pressure was enough to cause Bo's knees to bend further, and Terry knew the end was pushing hard against Bo's hole.

"Y'want this t'happen don't ya?" Terry grabbed Bo under his arms again, lifting him up a few inches.

"Fuuuccck" Bo's chest was heaving and flexing as he tried catching his breath.

"Okay... stud... like this..." Terry lifted the bar off the rack, getting it out of the way, then doing the same to the rack. He went back and straddled Bo's face again, settling his nuts back over Bo's mouth "yeah lick my nuts.. oh... fuck!" Terry pressed down, his eyes traveling down the front of Bo's shiny stomach, down where his tortured dick was pulled up tight by the strap, down to where it looked like the end of the dildo was planted at Bo's backdoor "yeah just like this" Terry forced his hips down and forward, pressing Bo's head down as well. As he did he heard the muffled moan vibrating through his balls as Bo's frame had no where to go but further down. Terry opened his eyes and watched as Bo's ass pressed down on the end of the dildo. Terry lifted off Bo's head, but his hands back on Bo's shoulders started a steady pushing.

"Okay... stud... time to see your funky leg presses now dude..." Terry watched as his hands pushed Bo down another few inches "I push, you lift up, back and forth got it?"

"Fuuucccck" was all Bo could get out between those big chestfuls of air.

Terry knew it was time to go for broke. He was not sure how much more of this his nads could take before they started churning out another load. Shit he already blew twice, and it felt like he could just keep going. This whole thing was more than he could handle. So when he hands slid down from Bo's shoulders down to those huge smooth black pecs, back to those tortured nipples, he knew he wanted to see it; he wanted to see what would happened when he started pushing down on the big stud in earnest. His hands pressed down on those clamps and kept pushing, seeing Bo slide down several inches. He looked down between those massive thighs, but could not see the head of that dildo any more.

"Is it in?" Terry was panting almost as bad as Bo "that in your hole?" and he gave Bo's chest a hard steady thrust. Bo screamed and every vein popped out of his neck and shoulders as he grimaced with the invasion "tell me or I--"

"Fuck yeah!!" Bo screamed, pressing hard against the board, as he slid up and off the fat head. He slid up as Terry reduced the pressure, looking down to see the head of the dildo re-appear beneath Bo's writhing ballsac. And it looked like the white grease on the tip had been pushed down an inch or two, re-exposing the pink plastic beneath. Damn, it did do it! It did go in the big giant!

"That's what you been wantin all day right?" Terry stood over him, slowly jacking his sensitive cock "fuckin fuckpig!" Terry pulled Bo up as far as he could go, then bent his head back and fed him his cock once more. Terry felt Bo's tongue start to do amazing things to the flesh under and around his foreskin, like he knew exactly how it would feel. Yeah, can just imagine someone trying to get his mouth around that big pole, Terry thought, looking down at it. And damn if it didn't look like a bit of slack on that cord running up to his chest. Damn, the dude was filling out!

Terry pulled his cock free of that hot wet mouth with the last of his will power. As much as he wanted to stand there and blow another load in that dude's face, he had his sights on something else. He came around to the front of the bench, almost straddling that board with the dildo pointing up from it. He looked up between Bo's thighs but they were so thick he could not see much higher. He reached up and grabbed Bo right in the nuts!

Bo yelped and tried to twist away, but Terry's grip was firm. Firm but not castrating. Just enough to let the big sweaty mass of muscles know who was calling the shots here.

"Okay Butch, let's see ya bend those knees again... do it!" giving a firm tug to those turkey eggs to make his point. Bo yelled and swore but those knees bent and that sweaty slippery back slid back down the bench. As he did those massive thighs spread apart and Terry looked up and saw where the remmants of that white grease coated Bo's crack "keep lowerin that ass... Butch... yeah keep goin don't make me pull these" giving that purple sac a tug "down... yeah keep going... yeah... yeah..." he chanted, his fist back on his dickhead, watched the head of the dildo make contact with Bo's dark shadowed crack. When the head disappeared between those two massive globes Terry knew it was back at his hole. Terry was too busy jacking to bark another word but saw Bo's ass slide down another inch, then another, and as he watched, several inches of the dildo disappeared into Bo's ass. How he could open up enough to take it in Terry could not imagine! The thing must be close to the size of his muscular wrist! And yet as he watched Bo slid down another one then two inches. Terry was not sure how much was in the big guy's hole but wanted to find out,

"Okay leg press time! Up!" Terry barked, watching as Bo lifted himself up and off the dildo, sliding up the bench several feet again. Terry could see three or four inches of the end of the dildo free of grease. It was that far in him? How much could he...? Terry looked around and found one of the shoelaces. He tied it around the dildo what he guessed was six or seven inches from the head. Let's see the fucker go down to there! he said.

"Back down... stud" okay, he was a stud! No getting around it "real deep this time. Okay down!" and Bo lowered himself back down the bench until his crack hid the head of that monster dildo. And with a grunt and a lunge he kept sliding down, further and further this time. Terry bent down and could almost see where it disappeared into Bo's flesh "yeah stud... take that fuckin telephone pole up your ass! Take it! Take it!" he yelled again and again, watching Bo inch down further and further towards the circle of cords at the seven inch mark. When Terry could not see those shoelaces any more he knew all of that was in him, that monster was IN HIM! He almost blew his nut right then and there.

"Fuck I can't fuckin believe this!" Terry looked back to Steve. He almost jumped when he realized the guy and his camera were only a few feet behind him! Steve waved him away and nodded his head at the main event.

"Fuck..." Terry looked up at Bo's twisted face, his eyes squeezed shut with the effort, all the muscles standing out in high relief now, flab or no flab "lift up, lift up off that damn thing... no! not all the way just... yeah right there" Bo balanced with his knees half-bent, the damn thing half-in half-out "okay back down, keep taking it up your ass!" Terry reached forward to see if he could move the tied shoelaces. He was just getting his fingers to the knot when he felt Bo lower himself further, and his fingers made contact with Bo's stretched ring! Terry's hand shot away so fast he almost heard Steve say something. What the fuck? he told himself, is there anything worse that touching a guy's shithole? And he did it! And he lived to tell about it! And he didn't gross himself out as much as he thought. His hand went back, covered with grease, and found the knotted shoelace. And yeah, Bo's rectum was right there, all the way down and touching. Terry left his hand there, almost daring himself to see how long he could take it, having his fingers in contact with this dude's greasy stretched hole, feeling where the soft plastic was stretching and sliding into Bo. His fingers managed to unloop the slippery knot and discard it. He wrapped his hand around the dildo another five fingers' distance down the tube,

"Fuck... okay keep pushing until ya feel my fingers at that hole again... down!" Terry yelled, getting a real close look as the ass muscles flexed and tightened as Bo lowered himself down another inch or two. Then Terry saw it happen. He noticed those heavy nads were twisting and rumbling in their sac and then up to where the cockring and strap encircled Bo's cock below the fat head. But the strap was lying loose as that tube of dark brown meat was swelling and filling, lenghtening and hardening. The dude was throwing a bone! Big time! Terry almost yelled with the victory! He did it! He figured out what got the big dude rocking! He was so busy watching the sight of that tube filling and thickening he almost didn't notice when warm wet flesh pressed against his hand. He looked down and Bo's hole was rubbing against his thumb. This time Terry did not pull away in shock. Instead his free hand went up and encircled Bo's hard flesh right below the strap. And then he started jacking it!

"Okay up!" Terry's hand yanked and guided his hand up towards the pinched head "unless ya want me pulling this right off!" and Bo slid upward a foot, his dick caught in Terry's vice-like grip "yeah thought you'd agree. Okay this is it. We go down" pressing his hand hard into Bo's groin forcing him down, forcing that dildo up his hole "and up!" yanking the dickhead until Bo pressed down on his footing, up the length of that log inside him "back and forth up and down got it? We're gonna see ya fuck yerself up and down that damn fuckpole in ya got it?" the grip forcing itself back down into Bo's groin as Bo bent and slid back down "just let my hand here steer for ya" and to make his point Terry brought his other hand up to Bo's cock, spreading a nice coating of the white grease up and down the length of that now rock-hard tube "and you keep sliding down til you feel my fingers at yer hole got it?"

Bo's moans and growls had to be interpreted as agreement because he let himself be slid down the bench, Terry's fist starting a slow steady relentless jacking of his tube as more of that dildo went back into him deep, and keep going until Bo felt a tickling at his stretched hole. Then that jacking hand directed him up as his leg muscles pushed and forced his huge frame higher, up the slippery incline. Then back down that log in him down down until there were those fingers at his hole again. Up and down up and down, each time it felt like that dildo was going deeper into him, as he was pushed lower down on it, down to those waiting fingers, up and down, until that lubed hand on his dick started to feel a tightening pressure and then Bo's cock swelled as as the first shot was pumped from him, Terry pulled that ring over Bo's swollen cockhead and that did it! His cock exploded again and again up his belly, Terry's hand never letting go, but yanking and yanking like he would not stop til Bo's balls were turned inside out. Finally Bo's hands flew to his crotch, yanking that grip off his very sensitive cock. He was starting to ease himself up and off that thing in him when Terry barked,

"Okay up! All the way!" Bo groaned and heaved as the head finally popped out of him. He straigtened up and lowered his head over the bench, expecting a hard tube of teen cock in his mouth any second. Instead he heard Terry bark, "okay off the bench, now!"

"Whaaa...?" Bo twisted his head, still trying to catch his breath. But before he could catch his balance, he felt Terry's arms around his chest, lifting him off the bench. He barely had time to get his feet down off the crossbar and to the floor before the kid was trying to get him up and on his feet.

"Okay up off the bench. Don't make me drag ya" like he could but Terry was racing now. He had Bo up and staggering on his unsteady feet before Bo could start struggling. He half-dragged him over towards the table from before and before Bo could say anything, Terry pushed him onto the side, flat on his face. He had his hands up to the cold leather surface just when he felt Terry's hands on his ass. Should he bother to protest? Too late for that now. But when that belt came down on his sore flesh he yelled and wheeled around,

"What the fuck you think--"

"Back down on your face and don't move you got it?" Terry held the belt away from Bo's reach "now!"

"What you--"

"Sir! you say sir!" and down came the belt, but not hard.

"Owww!" Bo yelled, trying to cover his sensitive bottom.

"Say it or the next one's really gonna hurt! Say it!"

"Okay... okay... sir..." Bo leaned down and grabbed the edge of the table for balance. He felt the next blow land on his right cheek, stinging but not full force. And again that hand was back on his ass, as the next blow came down across his wide shoulders. When he felt Terry's warm front press against his back he knew why the kid was in such a hurry. He barely leaned back and adjusted his balance when he felt Terry's hardness between his greasy cheeks, sliding into his crack. He was not sure which happened next: the belt hitting him in the shoulders or Terry's cock forcing its way into his stretched hole in one swift thrust. Bo yelled at the invasion but there was no resistance left in his stretched ring. The kid was deep in him and pumping like crazy.

"Fuck... fuck... ya wanted this all fuckin day didn't ya!"

When Bo did not respond, down came the belt again.

"Ow oh not so... oh... yes... yes... sir."

"Ya been beggin me to fuck ya over all day... okay well now I'm fuckin ya... deep!" shoving it as far as it would go, knowing Bo's hole was still smarting from the impalement before. But Terry was too busy racing towards his last orgasm of the day to worry about what his cock was doing to Bo's hole. Again and again he thrust hard into that burning flesh, the sensation of his first fuck almost making his first blow job an hour before fade in the distance. If there was something his dick was designed for it was this!

He never imagined he could actually do it; shove his hard flesh into some dude's shithole! But whatever hesitation he had was lost and gone forever. He ever pulled out a few times, just so he could watch himself go back in that dark brown stretched ring. So that was his pattern: several deep fucks, pull out, admire his shiny hard fucking dick, a few whacks of that belt down on that meaty hot ass, then back in for more fucking, hard and fast. He was so far gone he didn't even know he came until he pulled out one time and saw the cum -- his cum! -- oozing from that stretched reddened hole. He gave his dick a tug just to make sure and yeah, there was a cloudy glob of jizz at his pissslit! Man, talk about the fuck to begin and end all fucks! He could do nothing but collapse onto the floor where he stood.

Only when he felt Bo's huge muscles lift him to his feet did he realize what he did. He fucked this guy! This huge muscle-bound giant right in his ass! Terry did what all bullies would have done; he tried to make a break for it.

"Relax relax..." Bo held him tight, seeing the panic in his eyes "y'did it!

That was fuckin awesome!"

"What?!?!?! Y'mean y'ain't gonna --"

"Steve!" Bo yelled at him "kid here thinks I'm gonna beat'm up now... Steve? Steve?" Bo repeated, then turned to see Steve hushing him fast. When all three were quiet they heard something distant and terrible. Somewhere in the warehouse was someone approaching, calling Steve's name!