Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2006 19:38:04 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 14
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Chapter fourteen ----- Special two-hour season finale ------
Saturday July 27
The Big Day
Even with the air conditioning running full blast the group was starting to
sweat. They were waiting for what seemed like hours, feeling the room heat
up from their combined bodies, the whirring of the fans on high barely
keeping up with this large group. They looked back and forth while little
trickles of sweat ran down their faces and necks. Some of it was nerves but
today was one of the hottest Saturdays of the summer so far. The constant
buzzing from the wall unit was loud but that didn't seem to be the reason
most were barely talking. Rumor had it Moose was back in town and with the
thought of the new-year registration - and with that the summer training
camp - coming up fast, it made sense the captain of their team might
actually show up. Even Doug the co-captain had come back to town for this
one, and was sitting over there in the corner, trying to figure out why
everyone looked so freaked. He kept asking what this was all about, but all
anyone would say is that it was for the team. There was a rumor of some
kind of fund raiser or something. Some of them had a very good idea what
kind of "fund raiser" might be in store, but were keeping their fuckin
mouths shut, part from embarrassment but more not wanting to start a riot!
None of the ones who had visited the office before would dare explain the
details of their previous visits. But things got dead quiet after several
middle-aged guys came in and were ushered into the back by Kroos. Billy
was sitting behind the desk shuffling forms, making small piles out of large
ones, and avoiding eye contact with most of them in the process.
"So how long we gotta wait, it's almost ten-thirty" Doug tried breaking the
silence "I thought the appointment - appointments? - were for ten."
"They usually are."
"What, usually?"
"Chill, Doug, we don't know any more than you do" said Mannie on major
damage-control.
"Hell we got almost the entire senior varsity team here" Ernie was looking
around the room, trying to keep his gaze from resting on anyone too long.
"Yeah where are those underclass shits..." from Klu, making a point of
staring at Billy. But Billy was having none of it.
Again silence and waiting and the loud rattling humming from the air
conditioner. Jeff thought of starting a pool to guess when it blew out.
After a long five minutes Will said "Fuckit, I'm goin in there!"
"Don't" Billy flew out of his chair, trying to get to the door first.
"Your scrawny ass ain't gonna stop me" and he started to grab the kid.
"Hey let him go" Jeff yelled and several started to grab at the two. The
jostling started to get rough when the door opened,
"Moose!"
"Hey Moose's here, Moose's here it's Moose!" and the rumble stopped fast
when Moose, very tanned and very bulging, came in. He was wearing a short
flat-top and something new for him, a goatee. His white muscle-t made his
tan arms look almost as huge as Bo's and not much lighter. His right bicep
had some purplish angular tattoo that seemed to go the long way around the
ballooned arm . His tan khaki shorts, a bit worn and baggy, were riding low
on his hips, a thin strip of white flesh showing in back. His huge feet
were sporting some kind of boots the guys didn't recognize.
"Those are some mean shoes y'got there Moose."
"They ain't shoes, they the latest boots all the goons're wearin in Berlin
now."
"Berlin? You were in fuckin Berlin?"
"The whole last week" he said looking around "man is the whole goddamn
squad here?"
"Just about."
"What the fuck this all about? The coach called and said we were all
needed for a group thing, damn it sounded like he said 'fund raiser'? At a
doctor's office? What kind of bullshit 'fund-raiser' you do at the doctor's
office?"
"You'll find out" said Fred too loud.
"If you know what this is about you better spill it Fredricks" he said
looking from Fred and then around the room "any of you, you know what's goin
down and you don't tell me, y'better think hard where y'wanna be spendin the
rest of the year. Either on the team or in - a fuckin hospital bed!" which
was no idle threat from Moose. He could wipe the floor with any of them,
but they knew - or hoped - it was all bluff since Moose was their unspoken
leader, staying that way by keeping on everyone's good side, and rumor was
he was angling for captain again in his last year.
In the excitement nobody noticed that Billy had slipped inside. As they
were talking, he came back out with doc Kroos.
"And this must be the very famous and very fine wrestler Mr. Muscowski." he
said reaching out to shake.
"Moose" he said looking the doc up and down and then shaking hands.
"Well gentlemen, now that... Moose? is here we can all go in, follow me"
and he led them through the inner door and down the hall to the exam room.
For some reason - the heat was addling their brains? - they followed him.
Or Moose?
The guys started to file down the hall and then one by one into the exam
room. They looked around not sure what this meant. The ones there for the
first time looked at the room and smirked, while those lucky veterans who
were returning noticed how the whole room had been rearranged. Most of the
equipment and cabinets were gone except for one exam table. And the reason
for the redecorating was obvious: a row of metal folding chairs lined the
back of the room, and was occupied by the handful of middle-aged guys from
before, and damn! but if Bo, and Billy's dad Joe, and yeah even Mannie's dad
were there too! Next to him were two guys no one had seen come in. They
were all wearing plastic medallions on a cord around their necks.
As the guys were directed in, they were grouped towards one side of the
room. As soon as they were lined up, Billy started to pass out more of
those same medallions. They put them around their necks seeing each one had
a large number stamped on the front, the highest seemed to be the "42" Jeff
received. Well, I'm either going to be very lucky or very unlucky today, he
thought. He looked back at the guys on the chairs to make sure his own dad
wasn't materializing back there. He wasn't. Jeff was more than relieved
about that. And in a way glad to see the adults there, hoping their
presence would prevent anything "unusual" happening. And very reassured
they were all fully dressed.
"Hey Billy gimme one of those" said Moose holding out his beefy paw for a
medal.
"Doc?" Billy looked to the doc.
"Moose you won't be needing one of those today" he said. Moose heard a
"lucky fuck" from, it sounded like, Mannie or Jorge.
"Why not? If the guys gotta wear'm then I should too. I'm part of the
team" Moose snapped, fearing he may have missed something important over the
vacation. Like his chance at captain. Or worse, wrestling!.
"Well Moose the team has been through some very 'preliminary' procedures
and testings while you were away" doc said hearing a few "no shit"s and "say
that again"s from the team "so you'll have to... make up your share today.
It will assure that you don't lose your spot."
"Doc I'm gonna wrestle, this is my big year, I put way too much training
into this."
"Well Moose I'm sure you'll do fine. You may or may not have heard while
you were away, but..." he looked around the room, about to drop the bomb
"the school - most high schools - are facing severe cutbacks, in part due
to Title IX, and in part due to - no don't interrupt - due to general
funding issues. And had the coach been here it would have been his
unenviable task to inform you, all of you, the referendum for sports funding
has been slashed for next year and as a result many men's sports programs
have come up short on funds - listen! LISTEN! - and unless we come up with"
he took a breath knowing the bomb was no longer ticking "ten thousand
dollars" the noise level in the room took off "your wrestling program will
be... SUSPENDED."
All hell broke loose when the bomb finally exploded! The guys started to
swear and yell and pound anything in reach. It sounded like a plane
crashing into the roof!
"They can't do that!" yelled Moose over the noise "that's our team! That's
our life!"
"That's right Moose it's your team - "
"We gotta wrestle!"
"So there will be no wrestling - "
"Fuck that!"
"...unless you, YOU Moose! agree to help out the team."
"Of course! Sure doc! anything!"
"Careful Moose" Doug said "you don't know what this is all about yet."
"We need your help Moose" the doc continued, waving everyone to quiet down
"some very loyal and generous local - and even non-local - sponsors have
come forward with various solutions, and we are both amazed and very very
grateful for their generosity."
"So what's this all about? Like what the hell can we do? We heard
something about this kinda 'fund-raiser'? Just tell us what we're supposed
t'do."
"Not what they're supposed to do. What YOU are supposed to do."
"Okay already what am 'I' supposed to do?"
"You are in agreememt then?"
"Yeah yeah yeah! okay?"
The guys saw a messy ugly trap forming and a few "don't do it Moose"s "'no
way"s were being muttered and even yelled. Moose waved them away.
The doc looked around and set the trap "Well I'm not going to tell you it
won't be strenuous. Actually..." he looked at the men assembled in the
back, "I'm not sure you can handle it" and there it was! They were calling
his bluff and Moose was never one to back down from a bluff "and no one
would blame you if backed out -"
"Doc look at me!" Moose said, pointing at his chest "I ain't one t'back
outa anything! I can take anything y'throw at me! Anything!"
"If you don't think you're man enough maybe Will here-" and the doc threw
it in his face.
"No WAY Doc. I'm twice the man he is. Whatever, doc just tell me what it
is already!!!"
"Are you sure?"
And several of the guys were now openly yelling, hell screaming "don't DO
it Moose. DON'T!"
"Yes doc. I'll do it! So what is it???"
"Very well" the doc continued "now please sign your name here" he produced
some papers from nowhere "and not 'Moose'. Your FULL name please."
"Don't sign it Moose!!" yelled Will.
Moose quickly signed it and turned to Will "You just want my slot that's
why you don't want me signin it. Well fat chance of that Will!"
"Very well. Gentlemen now that this is out of the way we can begin" the
doc said and gestured to Billy and doc Kroos. Billy went and set up the
camera while Kroos got a stack of hangers and went over to the guys.
"No good doc!" came a voice from the back. Joe stood up "y'can't make him
sign it. Unless he has parental permission" damn he looked right at Billy!
"that piece of paper is legally void. It ain't worth...shit!" not looking
at Billy "there could be a huge lawsuit" he looked at some of the adults
sitting in the chairs "or worse..."
"Doc?" Moose looked at him "now what's the hold-up? what's mister Herms
talkin about?"
"Well there is that" the doc looked at Kroos "he's right. Up to now we
have obtained written parental permission for everyone under eighteen" he
looked at Moose "and I don't think we can get your parents - "
"Why you gotta involve them?" Moose saw the expressions on the guys. They
ran the gamut from worry to outright panic "guys?"
"So what're we gonna do?" Hank looked at the docs "I think I'm the oldest
here and I don't turn eighteen til -"
"Y'ain't the oldest" Moose muttered almost to himself "I am."
"What?" Hank snapped at him "what y'talkin about?"
"I'm already..." he spun on the doc "you knew that! You knew I was already
eighteen didn't you!"
"What? How?" came from half the room "Moose you ain't eighteen?!"
"Somehow the docs here got my records" he glared at them "right?" When
they didn't say anything he continued "I hadda repeat a g.d. grade okay?" he
glared at the team "oKAY? Y'guys happy now? Moose is a big fat flunkie!"
"Moose y'ain't no flunkie" Hank yelled "hell a lotta kids repeat a grade or
shit. It don't make ya a flunkie. You are the STUD okay?"
Moose's expression went from anger to shock when the guys took up the chant
"stud! stud! stud! stud!" He looked at the docs then at Joe,
"So my signature's good enough now right?"
Joe looked at the doc. He looked at Moose then at Joe and nodded. Joe sat
down, feeling Billy's eyes burning into him. If Billy never spoke to him
again, he wouldn't blame him.
"Okay, you gentlemen you know the drill" Kross said "form a line and strip
down to your shorts. You can give me your clothing one at a time."
"What the FUCK!?" from Moose who looked at his team members like the floor
had dropped out "what IS THIS SHIT?"
"Moose I need you over here" and the doc led him to the front of the room
next to the exam table, right in front of the larger camera.
The guys looked at each other and looked at the men sitting watching, some
of them their fathers, and then looked at Moose as they started to undress
in slower than slow motion.
"And keep those medals on. You will need those numbers."
"So that's it! You gonna pick us off one by one" said Mannie "like some
sicko hunting season, right?"
"Gentlemen when you are finished please form a line over there" said the
doc from next to Moose "and you know how this works. You are to keep your
arms folded unless directed otherwise."
Some slowly, some rather quickly at that point, shed their sweaty clothes
and one by one gave them to Kroos or Billy, who carried them into another
room, the cabinet gone. As they lined up in their shorts already
discoloring with sweat they made a point of not looking at their fellow
chain-gang teammates. Those with dads across the room were focusing most on
Moose, not wanting to see the expressions on their faces.
As they were finishing the room became very quiet. Except for the whirring
of the air conditioning and the nervous squeaky sounds from the metal
chairs.
"Very well Moose let's start."
"This is totally fucked" Moose looked around the room "you guys - all of
you! Especially Will you bastard! - you are like totally fucked! You knew
all ABOUT this the whole TIME!!"
"We tried to warn ya" from a few.
"No more comments from any of you unless necessary" the doc went back to
Moose.
"What the FUCK did I just agree to doc!!! Tell me RIGHT NOW!!!"
"The auction..." the doc turned back to the room "for Moose's clothes
begins at twenty dollars -"
"WHAAAAAAAAAT!?!?!?!" Moose screamed at the doc, some of the tan draining
from his face.
"Twenty dollars per item. And you will need to make a total of two hundred
dollars for this current round."
"ROUND?!?! What 'round'? Doc are you fuckin outa your MIND!?!?"
"Gentlemen who bids on the hat?" and Moose reached up and grabbed his
Packers cap protectively.
"No way I lose this hat. This is my lucky hat."
"I'll bid twenty" from Hank who knew he'd give it back to him, cause he
knew Moose and that hat were as inseparable as jock and strap.
"Jenkins you really wanna die!"
"Twenty from number 14."
"Moose relax y'get it back" so Moose finally let go of it and tossed it at
him. Hank caught it and looked down at himself, shrugged and stuffed the
visor down his shorts. Several guys and some of the men started to laugh.
"Jenkins!!!!"
"What? Okay I'll put it in back" and Hank pulled it out and was going to
move it to his ass but stopped.
"You're fuckin dead Jenkins!" but the dead man shrugged and put it on his
head. Backwards, ala Moose. The guys snickered; Moose glared.
"Okay what is my next bid?" and Billy was clutching a clipboard scribbling
furiously.
"Twenty for those shoes!" yelled Jorge.
"Boots! And ya ain't getting my boots!!" Moose yelled.
"Twenty from number 8 there" said the doc.
"Fuck!" yelled Moose "only one boot goddamnit"
"Very well twenty for the left boot."
"Twenty for the right one" yelled Mannie still chuckling at Moose's
embarrassment.
"Twenty from number 20" several guys laughed at the flat joke, but Moose
was kicking out of the boots and flipping them at the two trying to brain
them. He almost did.
"Twenty for the socks. Both of'm" said Jeff.
"Twenty from number 42. and yes we don't want to split those up" so Moose
bent over and pulled them off. They were dirty and full of holes and looked
rather ripe.
"Walker I woulda paid YOU!" and he threw them at Jeff who also stuffed them
into his shorts. Everyone was laughing and clapping..
"Gentlemen a fine white muscle t-shirt is next" and suddenly the room got
quiet. After a long moment one of the middle aged guys said,
"Twenty for the shirt"
"Twenty to number 4" and Billy was scribbling away.
"You can't be serious man. I been sweatin this thing all morning" Moose
said sniffing himself.
"Very sure" the man said dead serious.
So Moose looked around and slowly pulled the shirt out of his khakis and as
slowly pulled it over his head. His very tan and very muscular chest came
into view. Several grunts and "yeah"s came from the audience. Moose really
had been working out. His chest was now twin slabs of hard pecs with just
the slightest ring of hair around each nipple. The smallest patch outlined
where the slabs met and then down the middle of his full stomach where a
line started below the navel growing wilder and hairier heading south to the
top of his pants. Normally dark, the hairs were now bleached to a very pale
almost blond, but were darkening under the sweat beading on his belly.
Moose took off the shirt and giving a couple of flexes making his pecs and
arms jump, he tossed it at the man.
"Twenty for the pants" said another of the men.
"Twenty to number 5" the doc repeated and Billy scribbled it down.
Moose looked around the room, at the man, to the doc and back at the man.
"Go ahead Moose. This is what you agreed to" said the doc very slowly and
calmly.
"Shit, enough's ENOUGH! I thought so far... I mean you guys been yankin me
right?" he looked at his teammates who were not laughing any more "c'mon
okay you got your fun..." but the doc was serious and the guy who was
bidding looked like he would kill for those shorts in a few seconds.
"Moose?" doc saw the hesitation.
"Doc this ain't real..."
"Moose I assure you it's as real as your signature - your adult signature -
here" and he held up the papers.
"Fuck then you gotta turn that damn thing off!" pointing at the closest
camera.
"That is very much part of the deal" from Kroos now, his arms crossed and
bulging "unless you default in which case the arrangement - and funding -
is cancelled. Well?"
"Guys???" Moose looked at them one by one "you gonna all just stand there,
y'gonna go along with this fucked up shit?"
"Moose remember we're a team" from Jeff "we don't expect you to do anything
we wouldn't do ourselves or haven't alre - shit!... I mean c'mon dude
remember it's for the TEAM! We are YOUR team Moose! You are the only
one..."
Moose looked around the room, hoping someone, anyone! would jump up and say
"just joking! we're done here! okay show's over!" but all faces were
serious and fixed on him. He looked at them all and then at the camera,
"Fuckfuckfuck... fuck" and turning his back on them he struggled with the
belt and finally let them fall. His ass was covered by a pair of very very
white briefs, blinding white against his dark skin under those lights. His
hairy thighs, also tan, were starting to shine and glow as well. He kicked
them off and to the side. The doc picked them up, emptied the contents of
the pockets into a plastic bag on Billy's desk, and walked the stained khaki
shorts over to the man. Moose was in no hurry to turn around.
"Moose?"
"Geez, doc" Moose stood there, his shoulders slumped, all the bravado and
swagger slowly ebbing away.
"Moose turn around." and in slow motion, with his hands plastered over his
crotch, Moose finally turned. A couple of the guys started to hoot but were
quickly glared down by the others.
"Very good. Moose you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are a fine
specimen in the peak of health. Look at yourself" and the doc pointed at
the screen. Moose looked up and saw his image and begrudgingly had to admit
his summer of working out was paying off. But all his hard work was not for
something as weird as this! He never intended the results of his eternal,
endless workouts in those weird foreign gyms to be on display for the whole
goddamn world to perv over! But out of the corner of his eye he saw himself
up on the screen and damn! he didn't look half bad!
"Billy what are total bids so far?"
Billy ran down the numbers " One twenty, so far."
A murmuring started through the group.
"Well we have a bit of a dilemma here" said the doc "we need two hundred on
this round, but Moose here seems to be down to his last item" and there was
a long pause.
"Eighty for the shorts!" and a loud gasp went through the group.
"Very well. Eighty to number 10."
"One condition...." and the room became very quiet "he gotta piss em."
A loud shouting went up, the loudest from Moose yelling "No WAY man that's
nasty SICK!! No fuckin way I gonna do that!"
When the room quieted the doc turned to Moose and said "Moose if you change
your mind you know what that will mean. No team. No sponsorship. No senior
year wrestling..." and Moose started to almost shake "and then there's the
matter of our contract."
"You wouldn't!"
"Everyone here saw you sign it voluntarily."
Moose looked around the room, trapped. Like the proverbial rat in the
trap. Or in this case the grizzly in the semi's headlights. The doc went
over to the cabinet and produced a bottle familiar to some of them.
"Drink this, it may help."
"What is it, poison?"
"No it's only a... a diuretic" the doc stammered.
"Shit not that stuff again" came from Bo's direction. Several turned to
look but then all eyes went back to Moose. The moment of truth was now
hanging in the air. Would Moose take the bottle? Would he do it? Would he
step off the cliff? Would the semi turn him to ground meat?
Moose gave one last look to his teammates. Before anyone could say
something he took the bottle from the doc and tried to open it with his
teeth. Eventually he had to give up and was forced to use both hands to pop
the cap. It had the desired effect, and the front of his shorts was
uncovered as several "whoah"s came from the audience. Moose looked to be as
big in his shorts as was the rest of him. He threw it back and chugged it
in one gulp, some of it trickling down his chest.
After a minute of shifting his weight back and forth Moose said "Shit no
way it's starting to work already."
"Well then go ahead Moose."
Moose looked around "you got a screen or something?"
"Right where you are standing is fine. And face forward please."
"Goddamn you want me t'stand here and just start flooding my shorts?"
"You got it stud" from that same voice in back.
"This is the fuckin sickest..." Moose snarled, squinting his eyes shut.
Finally he started to breath heavily and a dark spot formed on the front of
his briefs.
"There, okay?" Moose said. But after a few seconds he muttered "damn!" and
the spot started to spread. Moose grabbed himself, but could not hold it
once he started and the front of his briefs soaked and became almost
transparent and some piss started to dribble to the floor. Now his dick and
balls were clearly outlined.
"Okay now you got the idea Moose" from that guy.
Moose looked down at himself and at first gingerly and then rapidly pulled
his briefs down, turning as he did. When he stepped out of them Billy went
over, picked them up and put them in a plastic bag and gave them to the man.
When he went back he took a towel and cleaned up the spill on the floor,
then led Moose over to the sink. Moose kept his back to the audience
displaying those bright white buttcheeks as he leaned over the sink. As he
finished, the muscles in his butt clenched and unclenched making them look
even whiter. The sound of his urine hitting the metal echoed through a
silent room.
"Very good Moose we raised our two hundred dollars."
Without turning Moose said "Billy gimma a goddamn towel here" and Billy
handed him one. He wiped himself off, and then wrapped it around his waist
and returned to his previous spot, his eyes fixed on his former friends.
"Okay everyone happy now?" Moose snarled and glowered around the room.
The room broke into applause.
Moose started to leave and join his teammates,
"Not so fast Moose, where are you going?"
"I'm finished doc you got your two hundred bucks!"
"Yes we completed the first round. But we are just starting."
"Well I'm finished."
"No not at all. You signed a contract, agreeing to raise five thousand
dollars-"
"What?"
"And so far we only have two hundred."
"Well somebody else then" Moose said pointing down at his towel "I ain't
got no more clothes to sell, doc."
"I wish our other guest were here by now, but we will have to continue
without him" the doc said looking at Kroos.
"What 'other guest'?"
"A mister Wins-I mean Bishop but-" and some of the guys yelled "cool" and
some "oh shit" or "damn Moose".
"but he seems to be delayed momentarily so we must go the next higher round
without him."
"What are you TALKIN about doc!? You make this sound like some fuckin game
show!"
"Let me explain how this works, how this is going to work. At the next
level there is a card - a card with written instructions on it - on which
the two of you would have been bid for completing. After that level, one of
you must draw one of two cards; the other person given the unpicked card.
There are a series of five levels, five pairs of cards. If you end up with
the greater amount from the bidding AND you reach the goal of five thousand
your team gets its sponsorship. If however, Mr. Bishop is able to raise
more, well then... you... don't."
"Fuck gimme that damn card."
"And the condition is you must complete whatever task is written on that
card."
"Sure fine doc whatever. It could not be any worse than this."
"Very well" and the dock went to the tray and picked up the card.
"The first card is..." and the guys looked back and forth muttering: this
is gonna be baaaad, and back to Moose "the requirement is you masturbate to
orgasm- "
"WWHHHHHAAAAA!!!"
"...in full view of the group."
"FUCK YOU DOC NO MUTHERFUCKIN WAY!"
"What am I bid?" and rather quickly one the men yelled "two.. HUNDRED!!"
Shouting and yelling echoed around the room. Moose was almost hoarse
trying to be heard above the free-for-all.
"Any other bid?" but if there was it couldn't be heard.
"Very well two hundred to number three."
And Moose looked around and got scared. He gripped his towel so hard his
hands were turning white.
"Give'm the gel doc give'm the gel" some of the guys started to chant.
"Very good" Kroos went over to the bag and tossed Moose a tube of
something. Moose caught it but held the towel tight.
"C'mon Moose you can do it" yelled Klu, starting to see the evolution of
this whole scenario.
"Fuck all of you assholes" Moose said but with some hesitation. Looking
around the room he realized he was trapped again. He knew if he quit, the
team would collapse and all his hopes would be ruined. Not just his but all
the guys, and he knew how important it was to them. And when he looked at
them he knew he couldn't let them down. Even if he hated their guts right
now. And the more he glowered at them, the better it made him feel. They
may all be punks and traitors, but he was gonna show them he was better that
this. Better than all of them. Times like this, he said to himself, the
captain has to show them who really has the balls. But then he looked over
at the camera and himself on the screen. And he did not want to see those
balls on that screen.
"Fuck this" he said but started to unscrew the cap and squeezed some in his
palm. There started some murmurings of "shit he's gonna go and really
fuckin do it" "he's actually gonna do it."s from the line. Even some
shocked noises came from the folding chairs.
"What is this shit? KY?"
"Don't do it Moose" Hank yelled "it works like nothing you can imagine."
"Jenkins if you're fuckin with me- "
"Trust me on this one, Moose. It's the most nasty stuff!"
"What is it doc?"
"It's a formula we" he looked over at Kroos "are developing here and hope
to market in due time. It a combination of ingredients, completely safe but
very effective. Like the guys say, you will never forget the experience."
"Well lemme just try a little then" and he reached under his towel and
started to apply what he thought was just a small dab but was instead almost
too much. He tossed the tube and continued to blot it onto a few spots on
his cock, but all the while making sure the towel covered his equipment.
"No fair man..."
"Lose the towel Moose" but suddenly Moose got a strange expression on his
face.
"Goddamn what's IN this stuff?" he said his eyes wide, his legs starting to
shake.
"Moose you will need to give me the towel sooner or later."
Again Moose looked around the room and down at himself. He was now having
to hold the towel out in front of him, keeping it from rubbing against his
suddenly tender cockhead. The untanned section of his left thigh was bared
to the knot which was starting to give way. Moose looked around the room as
the back of the towel fell off his butt and then almost by accident his
other hand caught it in front but the doc grabbed the side of the hem and
started to ease it from Moose's too slippery hand.
A very shocked reaction came from just about everyone. The first thing
they noticed was how white the skin of his crotch looked. His dark brown
pubic hair against the white skin of his hips above the dark tanned thighs
looked almost artificial, like he almost wanted this visual effect. And the
more Moose tried to cover it, the more a very adult-sized and thick
uncircumsized cock started to grow for all to see. His scrotum was one
large softball-sized bag already tight up against his crotch and covered
with the same dark brown hair. Moose tried to keep his eyes tightly shut
but after a while, as his dick started to come to full mask and the head
started to pop out of the foreskin, he looked down at himself.
The murmuring coming from the seated audience started to get louder as
Moose continued to grab himself, at first just to cover it, but when he felt
the tingling and itching his hand was causing, a rapid skinning of his
foreskin started, then a firm whack to the underside of his cock, not
believing how it felt. Some men looked over at the guys seated on either
side of them and yes some were also starting to get turned on. Klu and Jeff
and even Ernie were starting to stretch their shorts as well.
Moose looked down at himself and up at the screen watching that image like
it belonged to someone else. His breathing got heavy and after a minute his
knees started to shake.
"Stop now" said the doc.
"Shit... I'm almost gonna cum" Moose grunted, out of breath.
"Take your hand away. Show them!"
Moose inched his hand up to his waist and his fully erect cock, covered
with gel and shiny under the lights, was full and pointing straight out.
"Turn to your left and then to your right" and Moose, too stunned to
object, turned so the camera could see it sticking straight out and a hefty
eight and a half inches was in profile.
"Okay now ejaculate for them" the doc said and Moose slapped his hand back
to his cock all but primed for shooting. He had given it no more than two
or three yanks when he got a weird look on his face,
"Doc...?"
"Problem Moose?" but everyone could see there was not problem. Moose's
cock was bobbing out full and hard, and it looked like a simple sneeze would
set it off "having difficulty-c"
"What'd y'make me drink?!?"
"Just a simple-"
"I gotta I gotta...." almost whispering to the doc "piss again?"
Kroos rummaged around in some drawers until he found a metal basin. It
seemed the jugs disappeared with half the equipment in the room, "I am
afraid this will have to do."
"Damn lemme just go down the hall, use the bathroom already!"
"You might be tempted to..."
"I ain't gonna jack off in there! Just lemme-"
"Sorry Moose" Kroos handed him the basin "you will need to stay here-"
"Fuck this" but Moose grabbed the basin and held it below his crotch. He
tried to point his cock down at it, but he might as well have been trying to
bend a crowbar with his bare hands. His cock stayed up and hard, in no mood
to cooperate "damn damn this... I gotta piss so bad" clenching and
unclenching his bladder muscle, trying to relieve the pressure building "I'm
gonna explode if I don't..."
Kroos stepped over to the sink and filled a cup with cold water. Before
Moose or anyone could react he poured the cold water down Moose's crotch!
"Damn!" Moose yelled, yanking away from the icy splash. But that did the
trick. His balls and dick gave a lurch and a yellow arch flew out of his
hard cock, some of it making it into the basin. Once he got the flow going
he managed to twist his cock down a few degrees and bring the angled bowl up
to collect the rest. As he finished Billy was there with a towel, cleaning
the floor and taking the basin from Moose's shaking hand.
"No more of that damn diurectic shit!" Moose yanked the towel from Billy
and finished cleaning himself off "y'tryin to kill a guy?"
But Kroos returned with the tube of green goo and gave it to Moose, who had
little choice but to reapply another coating to his half-hard cock.
Whatever reluctance or shyness Moose had before was not long gone. After
pissing himself in front of this whole audience he figured he had nothing
more to hide. His shame and embarrassment were almost enough to keep him
from getting his full hard back. Almost. But between the gel and the
stimulation before his bladder decided to interrupt the fun, he did not take
long before his long steady strokes were getting him back to the same point
as before. He almost wanted to pretend he might not be able to bring
himself off like this, with everyone pervin on his display. Hell, like no
way he was gonna let on he wasn't getting any during his long vacation. Not
Moose the Stud! Only he knew he spent the whole vacation trying to keep his
hand away from his eternally horny cock and use all that energy to deal with
the competition in those damn foreign gyms. It seemed everywhere he went he
felt like the puny outsider, the puny and very horny outsider. And those
killer work-outs kept him distracted enough, he reminded himself. So when
he felt himself lose the battle he hated to admit it was gonna be like two
months of cum blasting out of him!
"Do it Moose..." he heard a few voices mutter and that did it. With about
five quick yanks it started to shoot forward onto the floor. The guys and
some of the men started to clap and whoop.
Moose looked down at himself and then up at the picture, more stunned than
anything. When it sunk in what he had just done, he reached down for the
dirty towel and started to wipe himself. When he looked back up and saw the
reaction he almost cracked the smallest of embarrassed smiles.
"Okay doc NOW I gotta get cleaned up."
"You're fine like that" the doc said, taking back the towel.
"No really doc I need a shower. I gotta get this shit offa me."
"Yes but not now. Just stand there a moment" the doc gave the towel to
Billy who delivered it to the bidder "Doc could you see if our guest has
arrived yet?" and Kroos headed out the door.
"Okay doc you got what you want" Moose said, again trying to cover himself
with his hands but when he did he felt how super-sensitive his dickhead had
gotten, and was forced to keep his hands at his side.
He looked at his teammates and saw some of their tented fronts "you stupid
fucks are all so dead" he sneered but in a strange way enjoyed getting that
reaction from them. Okay I AM the stud, he thought, and looked back to that
huge dick on the screen.
When the door opened Moose gasped, watching his coach come in and with him
a short but totally bulked-out guy.
"Coach! Jeez! "Moose gasped covering himself as did a lot of the other
guys, especially those who were a bit puffy"what the hell are YOU doin here
for crissakes!!!"
"Well Moose welcome back glad you could make it. I knew you would come" he
said looking at some of the drops still on the floor "through for the team."
"Very funny! You tellin me you actually KNOW about all this?!?!"
"Well the doc and I had several... discussions, and yeah we were forced to
come to some kind of... agreement. Like I could come up with some way to
raise THIS kind of dough" he said taking a medalion from Billy: number one!
The guys looked back and forth, he's in on this! Our own fuckin coach is
IN on this! This whole stinkin thing was rigged! Moose is fucked! We're
fucked!
The coach went and sat in a chair one of the middle aged guys vacated for
him fast. As he stood the front of the guy's shorts was tented and the
small dark wet spot made it look even worse. The coach could not help but
notice it as he sat down, the guy's shorts now at eye level.
"Moose this is your fellow contestant as I mentioned."
"Right" Moose nodded but did not shake, showing the residue still on his
hand.
"The name's Mark" he said and looked back at some of the guys and then at
the rest of the group.
"Mark you were not here for the first part, but Moose completed it very
satisfactorily" and a couple of the guys yeahed for him "but now we need to
continue on to the next level."
"Sorry I'm... late doc. What do we gotta do? I'm almost afraid to ask"
Mark said looking Moose up and down but definitely giving his dick a good
sizing up. Moose also gave Mark the up and down but tried not to look below
the waist.
"As I explained to Moose here, one of you will draw a card and the other
gets the unpicked card. You are then to complete the task written on that
card. When all the cards are finished whoever has raised the most money
with the highest points wins."
"You sure about all of this?" Mark was looking around the room.
"And if there are no objections Moose" doc held out two cards for Mark "we
will let our guest do the draw."
"Hell be my guest" Moose shrugged and backed away, seeing himself off the
hook. In a big way. Hell, he might survive this after all. Shit, the
worst was over, he told himself.
Mark reached out and tapped the left card.
"Very well" the doc started to read "the requirement is: Rather than
masturbate, you are to BE masturBATED to orgasm."
Mark looked at the doc and around the room "Say again doc? I know I didn't
hear that right."
"Someone must masturbate you to orgasm."
"Right...like who?" he said, in part as a challenge and in part out of
curiosity. He could not imagine any of the guys he recognized eager to jump
up and grab his dick. He knew this had to be some kind of joke, but seeing
that Moose guy naked did not look like a joke. Maybe some kind of game of
chicken?
"Billy?" the doc looked over and Billy reached into a jar and pulled out a
small ping pong ball.
"Number 15..."
All the guys looked down at the medals but Hank shrugged 'one off" he
thought.
"Number 15 please come over here."
And standing up was Mr. Herrer wearing a number 15.
"Dad?" yelled Mannie. Mr. Herrer looked at his son and went up to Mark.
"Gentlemen the bidding is at three hundred. Who will start the bid?"
"Three fucking hundred right here!" yelled Mannie "This I gotta see!"
His dad looked at him and mouthed something no one heard.
"Three fifty" said Bo "and let's see him dig it out for him too." So Bo
upped the stakes and at the same time got Mannie off the hook, as it were.
Bo looked at Will when he was finished, with a daring look aimed right at
his son. Whatever the issues were between Mannie and his dad, Bo saw
something similar to what was starting between Will and himself.
A pause, "going once, going twice, three fifty from number eighteen."
Mannie's dad, Rico Herrer, went up to the doc who pointed to Mark.
"Mannie hope you gettin off on this shit..." his dad said and went over to
Mark, just slow enough to show everyone his reluctance. He stood right in
front of him, their faces not five inches apart, and keeping his eyes on
Mark's, started to unbuckle his belt, but when he got to the snap his hand
met with some resistance. When he finally let his fingers inch under the
waistband, doing everything he could to keep them away from Mark's goods, he
felt the snap open and managed to get the pants open. He looked up at the
screen and saw his one hand lower Mark's zipper, exposing nothing but a bush
of pubic hair underneath. Again commando, Mark decided to skip the
underwear, having a good idea why they called him. Rico fished around
inside and pulled out Mark's cock but yanked his hand away when felt
something metallic.
"What's this shit?"
"It's cool man you won't hurt me."
"Don't you want to take it off or somethin?"
Mark looked around the room "man ain't you ever felt a cock piercing?"
"I don't feel cocks?"
"Well, it's supposed to be like that. Go on."
And the doc held out the lube and squeezed some of the jel into Rico's
right hand; he kept the other tight behind his back. Rico started to rub in
around the shaft, staying away from that metal thing at the head, the cock
swelling quickly. As he started to get fully hard, Mark lifted his shirt
over his head and tossed it and then let his pants fall. Rico started to
get a rhythm as that foreign-feeling cock came to full.
"Hey may look at your dad."
"Yeah" Mannie said "this is worth the price alone" but no way he could
believe it when he thought he saw the front of his dad's pants possibly
showing a bit of fullness. Next to him Will smirked and whispered "yer old
man groovin on this shit."
"You ain't see shit yet... just wait til YOUR old man gets his number
called" Mannie said, guessing Bo was here for some reason. And it couldn't
be good.
"Hold off a second bud" Mark said starting to get short of breath. Rico
could not get his hand away from that cock fast enough. Mark reached down
and got his feet untangled from the pants. He tossed them to the side
making sure that Moose dude got a good look of what was sticking out of his
crotch. He even gave his dick a throb or two and flexed his pecs once or
twice for him to see. Moose could not help but look, seeing the expression
Mark's face: you goin down!
"Okay man" Mark said again facing the front "you can jack my dick again, I
know you drooling to make it shoot all over you" and Rico raised his slimy
hand back to that mutilated cock and in a very short time Mark grunted and
started pumping his cock back and forth into Rico's hand. He closed his
eyes as Rico started to increase the speed and it wasn't long before a
streak of cum shot onto the floor. Rico pulled his hand away fast but Mark
grabbed it and yanked it back onto his cock and another and then another
spurt shot onto Rico's hand..
Rico fled back to his chair wiping his hand but his pants were definitely
tented now and under the bright lights the guys could actually make out the
crease of the circumcized crown. He quickly sat down.
"Very good Mark" the doc said tossing him another towel.
"Now Moose it's your turn."
"So soon doc? I was just getting to enjoy the show" he was leaning against
the exam table his hands draped carefully over his crotch. He stood up and
took his hands away revealing his still reddened but soft dick. His balls
were hanging low and full.
"Okay good fucking luck whoever gonna try and jack me" Moose looked around
the room then down at his cock.
"Actually no Moose" doc said looking down and reading the card "the
condition is: you are to masturbate to orgasm-"
"Doc you confused? I just did that!"
"You are to masturbate to orgasm the person of the draw."
"Daaaaaaammmmm..."
"Billy?"
Again he reached and pulled out "Number six..."
Some of the guys were almost disappointed and a distinct "sheeyit" came
from Will.
"Number six?"
Everyone looked around. Finally Joe Herms, Billy's dad, stood up. A
shocked silence. Everyone knew Joe and what a cool guy he was, but this?
Would he go through with it, and with his kid right there?
"NINE!" Billy yelled "I meant nine!"
"What?" the doc turned back to Billy, who looked like he was going to pass
out or worse.
"Nine!" Billy was too freaked to look at his dad "it was upside down. It's
really a nine - "
But Kroos came over fast, and found the ball on top of the pile. He held
it up so Billy, then everyone could see the line below the six,
"Sorry Billy, this is very much a six."
"Shit..." Billy sat back down in his chair, looking defeated. As much as
the idea of Moose getting his dad naked and hard would have been a turn-on
for him a day or two ago, now that it was happening - and happening right in
front of everyone he knew! - it was too much to take in. When his dad
showed up Billy was too stunned to say anything. And now?
"Doc, Billy's gotta leave for this one."
"Billy?" but Billy came out of the chair like a zombie, and looking at his
dad beet red in the face started to crawl towards the door.
"Gentlemen again bidding starts at three hundred."
There was another long pause then "three hundred" from Hank.
"Shit Hank what're ya doin? That's Joe!"
"C'mon cuz, you know you're a good lookin guy and hell like you got nothin
to be ashamed of" Hank said looking at Joe and then Jeff and then the rest.
"Very good. going once, going twic-"
"Three fifty" from another of the middle aged men.
"Three fifty onc-"
"One condition... the kid stays."
There were sounds of protest and a "gimme a break it's my kid" from Joe.
There was a bit of discussion around the room. Finally Joe said "no deal".
The doc looked at the bidder who finally shrugged.
"Very well, three fifty once, three fifty twic-"
"Three six...ty" came quietly from Billy next to the door, his head down.
Now everyone really gasped.
"Billy what are you thinkin?" said Joe looking at him.
"I don't mind. I... kinda... y'know it'd be cool" Billy said still not
looking at his dad.
"Shit the kid wants to see his dad nut" Mannie said quietly to the other
guys.
"Billy no."
"Doc is my bid good?"
Doc had to make a call on the fly, "Well... yes Billy your bid is good."
"Doc he ain't got the money."
"I do too" Billy said looking at the doc hard "remember I've been working
all summer."
"But you need it for school!"
"Well there won't be any school if we don't get the money will there?"
Billy yelled and knew he had him.
"Joe?"
But Joe just looked down and after taking a deep breath, nodded his head.
Moose walked over to Joe, a bit less reluctance in his stride. He had very
little left to hide now and was very relieved his own dick was out of the
woods for the time being.
"Don't worry Joe, I'll try to make this as painless as possible okay?" and
started to unbuckle his belt.
"Thanks Moose we can handle this part."
"Let Moose do it" from Billy.
"Billy."
"Dad, go on. Hey it's my bid okay?"
So Joe just put his hands behind his back as Moose opened the belt and then
his pants. Underneath Joe was wearing plaid boxers. When Moose pulled
everything down Joe's shirt covered up the rest. Joe looked down and gave
up and started to unbutton his own shirt.
"Moose" from Billy.
So Moose finished unbuttoning Joe's shirt. When he finished he pushed the
shirttails to the side but they kept falling back so Moose pulled the shirt
off Joe's shoulders, letting it bundle around his arms. Now Joe's genitals
were finally exposed. He had a very plump circumcised dick all but hidden
by a forest of dark blond hairs. His balls were completely buried in the
fur as well. Moose pulled up the front of Joe's t-shirt and the forest
continued as far north as Moose tugged, finally tucking in the t-shirt below
Joe's chest line. A few appreciative "yeah"s came from the group. Billy's
eyes were fastened to the screen watching the up-close version but then he
went around to watch it live from a few feet away. Joe looked at him and
then closed his eyes.
Moose saw the doc offer the tube of gel but nodded no. The doc grabbed
Moose's hand and squeezed a dollop into his palm, letting him know it was
not optional. Moose raised his hand to Joe's crotch and started to rub the
underside of Joe's dick right behind the crown. Joe let out a hiss and
with a few strokes he started to lengthen. Billy was frozen to the spot,
his hand starting to inch its way underneath his own waistband. Joe kept
his eyes tight as he felt himself grow in Moose's hand. Damn, he thought,
this goop is as intense as it looked.
"Doc this stuff feels... good" Joe gritted his teeth, keeping his eyes
closed "how about some for my store?"
A few chuckles slipped out of the guys.
"Moose is gonna help ya out... stud" Moose said, telling himself he could
bring Joe all the way "just relax and let me do the work."
"Oh shit" Joe said through clenched teeth "oh shit oh shit..." and before
Moose could readjust his grip, Joe suddenly jerked his hips back and let
shoot a huge white geyser and then four more in rapid succession. Huge
globs of cum like he'd been holding it all summer and one actually caught
Billy on the cheek. Billy's hand shot up to his face as a big wet spot
started to spasm in his shorts. Before his dad's eyes could open, Billy got
off his knees and crawled back to his chair, but just about everyone could
see he blew a big dark nasty load in his pants.
"Goddamn" Joe said opening his eyes "that was something else. Thanks I
guess Moose" and took a towel from the doc wiping himself off and pulling up
his pants. He looked down on the floor and saw the very large puddles of
cum beneath him and his face stayed red.
"That wasn't so bad Joe was it?" Moose said feeling just a tad bit proud.
"I guess I'll live" Joe said going back to his chair. When he finally got
the nerve he looked at Billy who was wiping his face. Damn, he thought, the
kid's crying. Shit now I really did it.
Moose went back to his spot against the exam table covering his crotch with
his wrists but still had to keep his hands from touching himself as the gel
continued to do a number on his sensitive skin. Now that he was out of the
spotlight as it were, he slipped over to sink and pissed again, his broad
back hiding it from almost everyone. Kroos and Billy both noticed but both
were too busy to say anything.
"Very good gentlemen, now to the next round," the doc said producing the
next set of cards, "Moose I believe it's your turn to pick a card."
He looked down at the two cards but was super wary of what this new trap
might be. And he was still trying to recover from what he was made to do in
front of his buddies. Shit, not only did he stand there and jack off with
the whole team watching, and not just the team but like half the male
population of the town! And to make sure everyone who might have missed it
got to see it too, they fucking were filming him do it! And then the grand
finale was the entire world just watched him jack off somebody, and not just
somebody but Joe! right there in front of everyone, even his own fucking
kid!. Jacking yourself is one thing, he thought, but another guy? With
everyone and their mother watching? He looked at the floor.
"Let mister body builder here go first, I can wait back here" Moose said
hoping to buy time.
"Mark?" asked the doc.
"Hell I ain't chickenshit!" he said looking at Moose "like the big baby."
Several of the guys started to boo, but he just gave them a good couple of
muscle poses so the boo's gradually turned to whoops.
"Very well which one you choose?" this time Mark tapped the right.
"All right Mark" doc looked down reading "the requirement is that you are
brought to orgasm-" again a few gulps and gasps "by the number of the draw-"
Moose thought, shit another jacking.
"-with his hands tied behind him."
The room quieted to a few whispers.
"Billy?" and again Billy reached into the jar "number 8" he produced. And
it wasn't upside down!
They guys looked back and forth and down at their medallions. But nobody
came forward.
"Doc it's-" started Will and Billy both.
"Shut your mouth!" said Jorge.
"Jorge, what's your number?" asked the doc slowly.
"Ah 21 doc" he lied.
Will reached over and after a struggle flipped it around. It was still
number eight.
"Up here Jorge" ordered the doc.
Jorge half-swaggered half-crawled up to the stage while Mark turned around,
putting his hands behind his back, "doc?"
"What are you doing?"
"Don't you gotta tie my hands?" Mark looked at the card.
"Not your hands Mark, HIS hands" pointing at Jorge.
"What?!?!!?" from both of them at the same time.
"How the fuck you expect me to jerk-- " Jorge stopped himself in mid
cough, "no fuckin WAY!!" as it dawned on him. He tried to pull away but
Kroos was out of his chair. When Jorge saw that he looked at his team,
"c'mon guys! You don't think for one fuckin minute..."
But the guys looked at each other then back at him. Will and Klu were
almost high-fiving.
Jorge looked around "damn I shouldn't a bid before" and after a bit of
arguing with Kroos, he turned and had his wrists tied behind him. His one
bit of clothing was now soaked with sweat way past the waistband and
clinging in all the wrong places.
"Bidding gentlemen?" the doc looked around the room.
"THREE hundred" said one of the same middle aged men as before.
"Very well three hundred, once? twice..." but the room grew quiet "three to
number ten."
Jorge looked around and then at Mark.
"Very well, you have five minutes to produce an orgasm - a second orgasm -
from Mark here-"
"But DOC!!!"
"starting NOW!"
And as a chant of "do it do it do it" started from the guys Jorge went over
and stood in front of Mark. Mark stood with his hands at his side and
didn't move. Jorge went up to him and put his front against Mark's but
realized their crotches were touching which was something he didn't want to
be seen doing in front of everyone. So he started to crouch down and tried
to rub just his stomach against Mark's cock. He swayed back and forth
rubbing Mark's cock sideways, pulling it first one way then the other.
After a short while Mark started to pull and harden.
"Man he's doing it, look he's getting him stiff with just his chest."
"Yeah but he can't make him cum that way."
"Or maybe he can" Doug said and everyone turned to him.
"How that?"
But Jorge got the dick to harden and when he did, got it to point up so he
could rub the underside now with an up-and-down motion instead of the
awkward back and forth. Kroos brought the second camera around to get a
side shot. As Jorge got sweatier and sweatier his stomach got slicker and
slicker and squatting up and down finally his legs started to tire and he
began to squat lower and lower til finally his knees were touching the
floor. Now Mark's cock was sliding up and down the furrow between Jorge's
hairless pecs, right where the sweat was gathering.
"Two minutes" reminded the doc and Jorge tried to increase his bobbings but
his knees were just about given out. Mark was now pushing his cock further
and further up as he started to stand up straighter. Even though he was
short, Jorge was not much taller so Mark's cock finally start to hit him in
the neck and then the bottom of his chin.
"Shit man look at that" Will said "look where that dick is heading" and as
Jorge tired the dickhead started to rub against the front of his chin and
finally the front of his lips.
"Shit he's gonna do it" Will continued "he gonna suck him" and Jorge did
his best to keep his lips tightly pursed shut.
"One minute left" the doc said louder now.
Mark looked down and whispered "If I don't cum man your team is fucked so
do it man, you gotta do it" and Jorge finally started to relax his lips and
after three thrusts the metal ring and then the whole head when through his
lips.
The team started to hoot "yeah look he's suckin it, yeah he's actually
suckin that cock!"
"Thirty seconds" and Mark started a rapid humping of his dick all the way
in and out and down his throat. Jorge was gagging it down and spit was
flying out of both sides of his mouth but Mark was shoving faster and
faster.
"Ten... nine... eight" and all the guys started to join "seven... six...
five..." and Mark gasped and pulled out and bang! a glob of cum hit Jorge
right in the nose.
The room went wild with cheers and Mark plunged it back in two more times,
then pulled it out as the last drops started to fall away from the tip.
"With five seconds to spare, Jorge by a head" Will shouted, Kroos smiled
and the guys burst into laughter. Jorge shakily got to his feet and turned
his back on the group so he could get untied. When he turned around the
frond of his shorts were completely soaked and a distinct red cockhead was
swollen against the material. He quickly covered himself and got back in
line.
"Way to GO MAN" several started to slap him on the back but Jorge was
mortified "what a talent you got there!"
"Shuttup Will" Jorge said and tried to look anywhere else.
When the room started to die down the doc turned,
"Moose?"
Moose went up to the doc, his dick filled out and red but still hanging
down, "Okay who gets to suck me off?" he said, looking at his teammates and
then down at the card with little enthusiasm in his voice.
"Your requirement" the doc read "is that your BRING to orgasm the number
drawn..." several mutterings quickly quieted "again without your hands."
"So I just gotta cream someone without my hands..." Moose said looking back
at Jorge thinking, that ain't gonna be me "right?"
"Billy?" and again Billy reached in and pulled out a ball. He looked at
it but didn't say anything, "Billy we're waiting."
Finally Billy said without looking up quietly but everyone heard "number...
one."
The room gasped and the guys started to yell back and forth "the coach the
coach, Moose gotta nut the coach!"
"Gentlemen what am I bid?" and quickly there came a
"FIVE hundred!" and it was from Joe. Everyone looked at him and shut up,
and after a moment or two cheering came from the guys.
"Five hundred going once, going twic-"
"Five fifty" came from Rico Herrer. Again a quiet in the room, "with one
condition."
"What's that Rico?"
"We gotta see Mannie here do t'Moose just like Jorge did the musclehead..."
and the room got very noisy. Man your old man's setting you up, they
muttered, pay back time Mannie.
"Dad knock it off!"
"Five fifty going one, going twice-"
"And other fifty if Mannie gets the GOO!" yelled Hank looking at Rico, who
almost chuckled.
"Sold! Five-fifty and fifty... and another fifty, number 15."
Moose had already turned his back and was standing against the wall. He
felt completely betrayed, by the doc, and worst by his teammates. But the
coach? Man that was something else entirely.
"Moose if you please" said the doc pointing to his spot at center stage.
The big guy turned around and glared at them all, and then pointed at Hank
like it was his fault.
"Jenkins you're dead."
"Hey Moose all I did was mess up Mannie so don't look at me like I'm the
shit" he said all innocent.
So Moose stood as Kroos tied his arms behind him, making his chest and arms
really pop out. Without resistance he got to his knees and hung his head
like a prisoner waiting for the firing squad. He sneered to himself at the
analogy.
"Five minutes shit!" he muttered not looking up.
"Well Moose you've been such a good sport we'll give you ten" the doc said
looking around "unless there are any objections."
And the guys started to yell out "give him the ten, give'm the ten", and
then looked over and the coach was starting to stand and make his way
through the other men. Damn but if some of them didn't sneak a grope on the
way by. By the time he got to Moose he was slowly unbuckling his belt. He
pulled them down and then in a quick tug he yanked down his undershorts. He
let them both puddle around his ankles and stood close enough to Moose's
face that he could smell what was in store. His long circumcised dick was
already half-hard, his balls low in their sac. Moose looked at them and
then just closed his eyes.
Shit he gotta suck off the coach, they started to mutter, shit he gotta do
the coach in front of everyone, they went back and forth. Fred and Hank
were both openly rubbing themselves and Ernie and Klu also were hard but
didn't dare touch themselves. They started to push Mannie forward who was
not in any mood to even consider joining them.
He looked back at them with the dirtiest look imaginable and when Kroos
started to tie his arms he almost took a swing, but then it was too late and
his arms were tightly bound. He looked down at Moose on his knees with his
balls and cock half way to the floor and said "no way on earth."
"You're right Mannie this won't work like this. Moose stand up" Moose
stood up his crotch now at the level of the coach's, their two cocks almost
touching. Kroos went over and yanked the chair out from under Billy. His
stained crotch was suddenly very noticeable as was the fact he was again
hardening. He looked at his dad who looked right at him, trying not to
adjust his crotch but ended up doing it anyway. Billy looked back at the
Moose and then coach and when he looked back at his dad it seemed he was
looking back to them but Billy couldn't be sure but he could see his dad's
hand still tugging at his crotch, shifting his weight from hip to hip
uncomfortably.
The doc took the chair over to the coach and said" stand on this" and the
coach saw the scene quickly. He looked at his team and turned now so they
finally saw where Moose's mouth was going, then stepped free of his pants
and still wearing his grey pullover hooded jacket, got up on the chair. And
his crotch was right at the level of Moose's face. Again Moose took in the
scent of his downfall and closed his eyes tight.
"Hey doc" yelled Rico "just to sweeten the pot" he looked at the teammates
"another fifty if the Moose there shoots first!" and the crowd started to
mutter and shout.
Man that's evil, they whispered, his old man is really out to fuck him
over, man is he getting him back and playing with his head. Hey, Mannie may
just try to do it just to spite his dad, man talk about payback, naw,
Mannie's gonna let him lose the bet man, hell no, he'd rather see him shell
out the bread, he's gonna break his old man, shit either way Mannie's
totally and completely fucked!
"Any objections?" doc looked around "very well ten minutes. Starting NOW!"
And Moose didn't even try to start rubbing the coach with his chest but
just closed his eyes and opened his mouth. When the guys saw that, a
shocked gasp went through the line, shit! he's really gonna go it, he's
gonna let the coach nut in his mouth, damn Moose you're gonna let the coach
do you.
And the coach lifted his cock with one hand and plunged in deep into
Moose's mouth. The coach started a slow rocking motion and the guys could
see each time the dick slid out it was getting wider and thicker and each
time it seemed to go deeper into Moose's mouth. The camera moved around and
there four feet wide up on the screen they could see Moose take the cock in
again and again and each time it plunged in further and the muscles in his
cheeks and jaws were stretching and they could actually see Moose's throat
muscles now swell and contract as the Coach was actually going down Moose's
throat.
Man, will you ever see anything like that!, the muttered, he's deep
throating the coach, he's taking the whole damn thing right down his gut,
man the coach is so damn hard, never saw him hard like that. And the coach
heard, and pulled it all the way out and just held it in front of Moose's
face, his gaze not down at Moose, but looking at each of the team one by
one. The guys just gasped, damn look at that pole! Man look at him, look
what he's doing to Moose, as it slid back in.
Then they noticed that Kross had crouched down next to Mannie and reaching
into his shorts smeared a huge hand-sized clump of the green lube under the
waistband and down to his crotch. Mannie had been just holding his face in
front of the Moose's crotch but what he was actually doing could not be
seen. When Mannie jerked back suddenly they could see that Moose was now
starting to lengthen but his dick was not shiny and pieces of the drying goo
were flaking away as his dick began to grow. Mannie was now wiggling his
hips around shifting his weight from knee to knee as the gel started to
stain the front of his shorts but he could not reach himself or even yank
the fly away from his dick. And the more he wiggled the more the cloth
chafed against his now very sensitive cock.
"Seven minutes" the doc said looking back at the seated men. And then
Mannie looked back at his dad and turning back plunged Moose's cock into his
mouth. He started to gag but kept it in.
Cheers broke from the guys seeing Mannie finally fully disgraced and making
things worse the front of his shorts was now starting to strain straight out
as the gel took effect and Mannie was powerless to stop it. Getting
adjusted to the dick growing even bigger in his throat Mannie now started to
give Moose a full and deep blowjob, and Moose turned his attention back to
the coach's cock. They were both bobbing away like crazy when the doc said
"four minutes."
But it looked like Mannie didn't hear him. Now he was going just about
crazy with the pressure on his sensitive cockhead. He started to rub his
crotch back and forth against Moose's left calf and after several of those
swipes his dickhead actually started to poke out of the fly. It was
completely green and as swollen as anyone had seen. Once he pushed the full
length free of the fly he started to hump Moose's leg in short jerky
thrusts. At first Moose tried to lift his foot away but then got the idea
that he could not balance on one leg and suck off the coach at the same
time. Mannie was going crazy and moaning loud enough to be heard by some of
the guys but still he kept humping.
"Two minutes left" and Moose impaled his throat on the coach's cock as deep
as it would go. On the screen the guys could see Moose working his throat
muscles harder and harder while the coach finally grabbed Moose's head with
both hands and started making rapid shallow thrusts deep in his throat.
Suddenly Moose started a deep loud moan and threw his hips forward. It was
obvious Moose was cumming. As Moose made his third thrust into Mannie,
Mannie pulled his head away and pushed Moose's dick alongside his cheek as
the last spurt oozed out of the head and drooled down Mannie's neck.
Simultaneously the coach pulled out and shot several loads all over Moose's
face without touching himself and at the same time Mannie grunted and
started to spew all down Moose's leg. The coach finished the free-hand
cumming and then slowly slid his dick back into Moose's open mouth. Mannie
also leaned forward and held Moose's still hard cock in his mouth. The room
was dead silent.
No one muttered no one even squeaked a chair. It was perfectly horribly
quiet. After a very long pause without anyone moving so much as a muscle,
the dead stillness was broken by "Time."
Almost in slow motion, the three came uncoupled, like a trainwreck in
reverse, almost reluctantly they slid apart. The coach's cock came back
into view, now drooping slowly with a lot of spit running off the end.
Moose's dick when it finally came out for air was still perfectly hard and
much redder and shinier than when he had jacked it before. It almost looked
like it was pumped from inside, like a balloon stretched to its maximum.
Kroos went over and helped Mannie to his feet and then undid his restraints.
As soon as his hands were free he yanked the sticky shorts off himself ,
pulling his slimy dick back through the fly painfully. He helped himself to
a towel and did his best to rub the goo off his crotch but after some
rubbing and them some careful dabbing he threw the towel away in disgust.
If he tried to clean it off it stung and if it stayed on it stung but not as
much so he mopped as much as he could but gave up. He walked back to the
group looking at his dad and hissed "pay the man papi", then stood by the
guys, not ashamed not angry, just staring straight ahead. They tried to
catch his eye but Mannie just shrugged, and yet the shiny goo on his dick
kept Mister Cool squirming first on one foot then the other.
The coach picked up his pants and shorts and shrugged but did not put them
on. Instead he just carried them back to his chair where he tossed them
under the seat. At this point it was all out in the open, his whole goddamn
team had watched him get blown by no one less than Moose. It seemed like
there was very little left to hide at that point. And the dark menacing
thought that this was just the beginning of his demise hung over him. He
looked at the team, expecting to see their loathing, their hatred. Instead,
he saw something else, but could not identify it. What he did see was his
whole life, his whole career turning the corner to a place he could not have
imagined a few months ago, and there was no turning back it seemed.
Moose just stood with his hands over his face, but it seemed he was more
concerned with getting some feeling back into his jaws than hiding his
shame. After massaging his face for a while he just dropped his hands to
his side, his face blotchy as the circulation returned, and stood looking
straight ahead not making eye contact with anyone. His dick stayed full
out.
"Gentlemen that was the most impressive thing any of us had ever seen"
Kroos said and there were a few quiet mumblings from the group. The guys
did not look back and forth at each other but instead one by one they looked
down at themselves, where their hands were trying to cover their responses.
Kroos gave them all a long look and nodded at their crotches, reminding them
to fold their arms again. Slowly they brought their hands up and put their
arms back across their chests, some proud, some reddening. Most of them
were now blatantly hard. Some had been in the midst of stroking themselves
when Kroos grunted at them, completely mesmerized by what they had just
witnessed. But Mannie was the only one in the group who was now totally
naked and he was squirming like a worm on a hook, the remnants of the gel
keeping him from getting completely soft.
"Very well... we go to the next round" the doc said taking two more cards
"Mark started the last so Moose it's your turn."
Moose just looked at the doc and waived him away, too tired to bother. He
went back and lay down on the exam table on his back. His dick flipped up
red and swollen onto his belly. He threw his arm over his face and just lay
there.
"Mark it looks like Moose needs to recover a bit so again if there are no
objections?" but the room was still.
Mark reached out and tapped the left one this time.
"Very well" the doc began" the condition is as follows: The contestant is
to be clamped and tied and have a number three plug inserted. With the help
of the person whose number is drawn, without hands" pausing "OR mouth-"
"Shit doc how many times-"
"He is to produce an orgasm."
"How in hell doc?" and the room started to buzz, no way, he can't cum
again, how can he cum like that? this time it's impossible, now what do we
do.
"Billy?" who was back in his chair reached in and announced "number 14"
"Tag I'm it" Hank turned to the other guys "any ideas?" but Jeff just shook
his head no, and Hank went up and stood in front of Mark.
"Bidding gentlemen?"
"Four hundred but the musclestud can't do it" said one of the middle aged
men.
"Very well, four hundred once? four hundred twice..." looking the room but
people were befuddled "sold to number seven."
"Okay doc" said Hank "I gotta make Mark cum?"
"Correct."
"And I can't wank him or..." he said looking back at the guys softer "suck
him..."
"Yes."
"So what's left?"
"You have ten minutes to figure that out."
"Mark?" Hank looked at him.
"Don't worry kid there's a way" Mark said almost like a code.
So Hank stood and put his arms by his side, while Kroos dug through his bag
and pulled out the tit clamps and applied them to Mark's nipples but they
kept sliding off the hairs. After the third attempt someone yelled out,
"Another fifty if ya shave that ape" and they turned and it was Joe not
even trying to hide his crotch, his dick sticking straight up. He had his
arms hanging to each side of his chair with his hips full forward almost
thrusting his crotch up as high as it would go.
"And another fifty" said Hank "if you do his crotch again at the same
time."
"Who?" said Kroos.
"Mark who else?" he said "that stubble ain't givin me no road rash"
winking back at Jeff. Nobody else was laughing.
"And another fifty if our Joe gets his crotch too!" yelled Klu, "we almost
didn't get to see the whole show before" and a couple of the guys elbowed
him, barely keeping from chuckling themselves.
"Hell I don't-" started Joe but his crotch was still shoved forward.
"C'mon Joe, for the team" said Jeff looking at Hank. Hank looked back and
forth.
"Geez what next?" Joe said but actually stood up "this better be worth
it..." It looked like he had a cucumber pushing out the front of his pants
as he got up and started for the stage. Now several of the men gave it a
good rub as he walked by but Joe didn't try to stop them. When he got up to
the lights of the stage several distinct dark wet spots were visible all
over the front of his pants. He looked over at Billy, "not if you're gonna
cry again..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Last time I was up here you started cryin?"
Billy looked at him and then it dawned on him, his dad saw him wipe the cum
off his face and thought he'd been crying. He bit his tongue to keep from
laughing, "no I won't this time."
So Joe turned around and as quick as he could kicked out of his shorts and
plaid trunks. But now his dick was full hard and his balls were a tight
hairball beneath. Although he was totally erect a third or even half of his
dick was still entangled in the forest of his pubes so it looked like the
business end of his hardon was floating free, an unattached and weightless
dirigible. He reached down and scratched repeatedly, "Hurry up doc I'm dyin
here."
"You wanna go first?" Mark looked at Joe's condition.
"Anything to stop this damn itching y'don't mind?"
"Fuck no" Mark looked at Hank "it might give ya time t'think how yer gonna
make me spunk kid" and Hank did not want to notice where Mark was looking.
So Kroos got a cordless razor out of a bag and started to shave the top of
Joe's pubes. Great clumps of the dark blond hair started to fall to the
floor and then he started to work around to the thighs and into his crotch.
Joe spread his legs wide and crouched down. Kroos went under his balls and
back to Joe's butt getting all of it. He came forward and then carefully
pulled the balls tight and one by one freed them of all the hair. He
finished by pulling Joe's dick tight and getting all the last hairs around
the base of the stem. When he turned off the razor Joe stood and the full
effect of his large tight balls and now significant dick could be
appreciated. A few appreciative "yeahs" and "man he does have a dick"s came
from the guys. Kroos returned with one palm covered with shaving cream and
a disposable razor in the other.
"Hold a minute there doc" Joe said rather nervous now" I don't want to end
up castrated here."
"Just how many hundreds of surgical preps do you think I've done Joe?"
Kroos said impatiently "and not one of them even nicked."
Kroos lathered up Joe's whole crotch area and before it sunk in, Joe was
shaved baby-ass smooth. When Kroos took away the towel everyone gave him a
bit of applause.
"Joe look at yourself" Hank said rubbing his crotch slightly "you never
looked so good!" and Joe looked up at the screen and his dick gave a squeeze
and a single drop of fluid formed at the head. But the whole package looked
amazing.
"Mark you're next" and Kroos went through the same routine on Mark, but
this time did his entire torso front and back. It took a bit longer to
shave him but when he was finished Mark looked at himself and started a to
flex and pump. Guys clapped and cheered. Now he indeed looked like
something out of a muscle mag, and he smiled at the audience, digging their
attention, flipping pose after pose, all the rips and striations showed
clearly and dramatically.
"Mark you look great but..." and Kroos produced the clamps.
"Go on doc" Mark braced as they were applied. This time they dug in and
Mark winced a bit. Hank went up to him and started to play with his
nipples.
"Hank no hands remember? and besides we haven't started..."
"Sorry doc" Hank stepped back and watched as Mark's clamps were stretched
and then pulled through the loop of his cock ring. Several gasps and whoaws
came from the group.
Mark stood bound and restrained by straps around his wrists behind his back
and then up to his nipples and down to the head of his cock pulled tightly
towards his navel. He squeezed his eyes tight as his cock was stretched.
He did not turn when Kross returned smearing the green goo onto a five inch
tapered butt plug. When Mark felt the cold wetness make contact with his
crack he flinched causing thoss straps to yank his PA. Finally he leaned
back and the doc made several probes and then plop! it was in. Because of
its thickness it was not going anywhere.
"Okay doc tie my hands I don't want to be tempted" said Hank "and tie Joe
here too he can help."
"Well that was not part of the-"
"C'mon doc!"
"Objections?" but no one could figure out what Hank had in mind.
"Very well" and Joe's hands were also bound.
Kroos stuffed some bandages in Hank's mouth so he would not be tempted to
use that either and when Hank nodded at Joe, he got a similar gag.
Finally as they were about to start, Hank grunted something at Kroos and
looked down at his shorts. Kroos finally nodded and yanked them down. Now
he also stood naked and very hard next to Joe.
One last time he grunted at Kroos and nodded his head at the tube of jel.
Kroos held it up questioning. Hank looked down at Joe's dick and then at his
own. Kroos gestured, you want me to lube both of you? Hank nodded yes; Joe
tried to grunt no but too late! When they were both slimed, the doc said
"Hank anything else or we start the clock at ten minutes." Hank shook no.
"Very well. You have ten minutes starting... NOW!"
Everyone watched as Hank directed his dickhead... at Joe! He started to
poke it into Joe's balls, and that brought Billy out of his chair, bringing
the camera around and in for a close-up. The first lunge into Joe's crotch
caused him to yelp but after several lunges and nods towards Mark, Joe got
the idea. Joe went over to him and started to ram his dick into Mark's
balls. Mark also let out a yell the first couple of times but then as more
and more of the goo was rammed into his balls he started to close his eyes
and throw his head back. Hank quickly figured out that a guy with that kind
of build had to have some kind of thing about pain. So after a while Joe
stopped and Hank took over, banging again and again into Mark's balls and
then as Mark's cock started to respond to the painful stimulation, Joe and
Hank took turns slamming against the underside of his cock right beneath the
head. As Joe took his turn Hank went around to the back and started to bang
his cock into the flat end of that buttplug causing it to slam deeper into
his asshole. Mark's eyes flew open then and his ring started to free itself
from the skin, a shiny wetness starting to coat his crown.
"Five minutes."
And now the two set up the rhythm, bang! Joe into his cock then bang! Hank
into his plug. As the thrusts became almost brutal, the jerking of Mark's
frame was causing the cords to yank at his ring and tits pulling them with
the same rhythm.
Even before the doc could say "three minutes" Mark started to scream and
his cock swelled and the cum gushed up and coated his shiny shaved belly and
then start a slow wet drool down to his smooth pubes and all over his shaved
balls. The two stopped although it was obvious both were on the verge of
shooting themselves.
The room broke into applause and the guys were looking back and forth like,
that was the freakiest shit, yeah but he shot his nut, just by getting
banged! never saw anything like that!
"Gentlemen, Hank, Joe, that was something else. You really outdid
yourselves." and he went and helped Billy untie them. Billy just looked
down at their hardons and said "Dad you look too TOO awesome."
"I guess" Joe said "but don't just stand there get me a towel already" and
the doc tossed one but like Mannie and Hank next to him tried to wipe it off
but his whole newly-shaved crotch was exquisitely sensitive so like Hank he
tried blotting it as best he could and finally gave up. Joe took his
clothes back to his seat and like the coach a few seats away just threw them
under the chair. He sat pointing at the ceiling and trying to ignore the
looks from the other guys in his row. Only the coach was making a point of
looking straight ahead.
When Mark had all the items removed from him he cleaned up as best he could
and went off to the side. Everyone turned to Moose.
Moose lifted the arm off his face and bending forward slid off the table.
His dick now looked a dangerous reddish purple but hung to the side neither
hard nor soft. But very swollen.
"Just give me the damn card doc" and he took it and read it himself. He
closed his eyes and then read aloud, "The condition is as follows: The
contestant is to be clamped and tied and have a number" he gulped catching
his breath "four plug inserted. Then without hands" gulp again "or mouth he
must produce that other person's orgasm."
"Doc I ain't gonna do THAT to nobody..."
"Well Moose you have ten minutes-"
"Shit doc give'm fifteen" came from Will.
Doc looked around the room not expecting an objections.
"Billy?"
And Billy reached in an pulled out "number... eleven..."
"Wwwooowwww" came from Ernie's lips but was drowned out among the various
"no way"s from some and a few "damn's" from those not chosen.
Ernie was up next to Moose in more of a hurry than would be expected.
Moose looked over at Mark's body and saw the various bruises and scratches
marking his flesh and then down at his own body, the one he once was so
proud of. Proud until this morning. Then he looked over at Ernie's pale
almost white skin. Damn, I don't want either of us ending up looking like
Mark, he thought. No way I want to mess up the kid. And then he looked at
Ernie's very hard and very red cock straining at his shorts. Daaaamn, he
almost said out loud.
"Very well the bidding begins at four hundred."
"Four fifty and the Moose's shaved" from the one of the strangers.
"Jeez, man" and Moose looked at him "how much more do you want to humiliate
a guy?"
"Not humiliate Moose. Exhibit" the stranger said, looking at the exposed
crotches next to him, as hard as ever.
"Very well Four fifty once-"
"Another fifty if you do just that lily white crotch" came from Jorge of
all people "just to the tan line and leave the rest alone."
"Moose?"
"Whatever" and Moose hung his head.
"Very well, Four fifty once, four fifty twice-"
"Sold. Four fifty - and fifty - to number five" Billy went back to
scribbling.
Again Moose hung his head as he slowly put his arms behind him and let
himself be tied. When Kroos brought the clamps to his each of his tits
Moose let out a yell. But they stayed in place. His dick gave a hard
twitch as each was fastened. Since Moose did not have the same forest as
Joe, Kroos went right to the foam and razor. It went quickly and when the
doc pulled away the towel, the room let out a huge gasp. It was the most
amazing sight! Moose's now very white crotch was practically glowing under
the lights and the contrast with his reddened cock could not have been more
severe. His balls also glowed a bright red from the shaving. Moose almost
wished this shaving part had taken longer trying to avoid the final
humiliation: Kroos stood there holding the buttplug.
"Doc please not my ass..."
"You heard the condition Moose."
"C'mon guys" he looked pleading at his teammates "give'm a bid so he
doesn't have to do it."
"Moose you can take" said Jeff "you have no idea how hot you look, stud."
"And fucked" came from Will, but most looked at him angrily.
"Go on, Moose take it."
"Guys please!" but he looked at all the tents pointing at him and knew it
was useless.
"Okay doc" Moose said "one favor then..."
"What's that."
"Let me... ah... do it myself."
"Moose you are a bit incapacitated right now..." Kroos said almost smiling.
"Billy, get yer ass outa that fuckin chair" Moose snarled not turning
around.
Billy got up with a quizzical expression, "sure Moose but-"
"Billy put it here..." and as he did Moose turned to Kroos "just set that
damn thing on the seat. I'll do the rest."
"Objections?"
But the room was quietly buzzing "shit he's gonna impale himself, he's
gonna sit on it" as the doc placed that larger buttplug, a good third larger
that Mark's, upright on the seat and applied a good glob to the point.
"Okay Moose turn around and bend over."
Moose turned around, again showing the two white globs of his massive
muscular butt to the crowd. One of the guys started to whistle but was
quickly jabbed. With his hands behind him Moose slowly bent forward as
Kroos spread his cheeks, showing a slightly hairy crack. He opened Moose up
and started to finger his hole. Now the sound of squeaking chairs got
louder. Moose could be heard moaning "fuck no fuck no fuck no" as his broad
shoulders started to heave with the grunts. Slowly the doc slipped one and
then two gooed fingers into his butt. After several moments with three
fingers in him Moose started to pull away "enough!" and he turned around.
His dick was still at half hard, bobbing to his heartbeat.
Moose went to the chair and straddled it. Gradually he lowered himself
until he felt the tip make contact with his crack. He slid it around until
he was over it, knocking it over. Billy quickly reached from behind the
chair and put it back and held the base to steady it. Now comments started
to wind through the room, Moose is gonna do it, shit he gonna sit on it, man
look he's moving down, shit it's actually going in. And millimeter by
millimeter Moose started to lower himself, the muscles in his legs tensing
and flexing, as he tried to support the awkward half-squat. His eyes were
tightly squeezed shut as he started to force himself down. Then a loud
AAAARGGGGEEEZZZZZ came out of his chest as his ass smacked into the chair.
His full weight fell onto the seat and the chair gave a loud thud.
The room buzzed loudly as Moose leaned back and caught his breath. Huge
rivulets of sweat were running down his chest and belly and plopping onto
the chair and floor. Finally he gave a loud grunt and he was standing. The
room gave some scattered clapping but most guys were just breathing real
heavy, glad they were not up there.
"Moose, turn around" Moose now on his feet, turned around showing the two
red blotches on his butt, as Billy pulled the wet chair away. He sat back
down on it and felt the warm wetness against his own butt now and if that
didn't make a small stain where his dickhead was pressed against his shorts.
"Now spread your legs and bend over" and the camera came in close so all
could see the large bright pink plastic circle firmly plugged into him.
"Very, very good. Now Moose are you re ready? You have ten - no fifTEEN -
minutes to produce an orgasm in your teammate here."
And Moose looked over at Ernie who was standing almost shaking, his face
and upper chest flushed red and his dick bending upwards, straining against
the white cotton briefs.
"Okay Ern drop'm!"
"Moose?" Ern could not meet his gaze but stared at the bright red club, so
close to his crotch he could almost feel the heat coming off it.
"Do it."
Ernie reached into his waistband, still not daring to look him in the eye,
and tugged his briefs down and stepped out of them, his bright red cock
pointing straight up from his red pubes, almost touching his belly, "start
it."
"Fifteen minutes starting NOW!"
And Moose went up to Ernie until his dick was touching the underside of
Ernie's cock. Ernie gave a shiver and said in a whisper no one else could
hear, "Man don't! Moose please! If you so much breathe on it Moose I'll cum
I'm so embarrassed. You ain't got no idea..." Moose looked into his eyes
and saw the glazed expression. Shit, he thought, this kid really is cranked
over this. Without saying anything, Moose stepped away from Ernie and got
down on his knees. Ernie closed his eyes waiting for the mouth to make
contact.
"No mouth Moose" the doc said and tapped his watch.
"I don't need no goddamn mouth to make my teammate pop his load" Moose
crowed confidently. And as he was on his knees he started to flex his
massive arms and back. Just when they couldn't get any tighter or Moose's
cheeks any redder everyone heard a loud POP!
"Damn he dislocated his shoulder!" Hank said and everyone started to yell.
But Moose just gave a coupled of flexes and the cords dropped from his
wrists.
"Moose no hands you cannot use your hands!" Kroos was trying to stop him.
"My hands don't need to touch his cock" Moose said rubbing the red marks on
his wrists, "but for this one my arms are gonna be free and if you try to
stop me" he looked around the room with a grim expression settling on Kroos
"even you will not like it."
The room grew quiet.
Moose continued "cause I'm a WRESTLER! What I do is wrestle! And I'm the
best damn wrestler you ever saw!" and all the guys broke into the loudest
cheers and whooping ever. As they quieted Moose went down to his hands and
knees, his ass sticking out showing the plug still firmly embedded in his
ass, and assumed the familiar stance. He looked up Ernie. Ernie broke into
the biggest smile and crouched over him, his hands nowhere near Moose's
crotch. Ernie looked like the ultimate mismatch, trying to straddle someone
a good ninety or hundred pounds stronger. In any other situation it would
have been comical. But Ernie's white skin pressed against Moose's deep
brown back was hugely erotic and the sight too amazing to make anyone laugh.
The guys looked around at each other and quietly the chant started "pin,
pin, pin, pin!" Ernie made his move, grabbing Moose's knees making a brave
attempt to flip him. Moose was way ahead of him and twisted him back into a
little ball. Ernie's air went whooshing out of him and then Moose as
suddenly relaxed his hold. Everyone could see Moose could squash him to a
pulp without any effort but Moose was holding back and after a few seconds
Ernie came to the same conclusion. They both got to their knees in a bear
hug and Moose let Ernie flip him on his back. With a grunt Ernie was on top
of the huge guy looking a bit shocked. Still the guys chanted, pin, pin,
pin.
But Ernie started to press his crotch against Moose's hardness his eyes
closing as the blood rushed to his cock, feeling his impending climax too
too close. But Moose was almost smiling now and easily bucked him off to
the side and stood over him, his dick now full hard and a swollen purplish
red "I don't need no damn hands or damn mouth to make you blow your load
Ern, I'm the fuckin hottest damn wrestler you ever gonna see!" The Moose
picked him up and put his arms around Ernie's waist pulling his crotch into
his. Again he started to rub himself against Ernie until he heard Ernie's
breathing get ragged, then quickly let go and dropped to his hands and
knees. Ernie went back over him but not before everyone saw that his cock
was shiny with precum! Damn if it didn't look like a bead of something
thicker was starting a slow ooze from his dickhead!
"Don't cum Anderson! don't fuckin cum until I tell you to!" Moose said his
voice a deep rumble of thunder. Around the room the voices were murmuring,
shit he gonna wrestle the cum out of him, man he's gonna pop a load like
they're in a meet, man, cum-wrestling, man, what a way to blow a wad!
And Ernie got back over him and started again to pin Moose's shoulder when
they heard "one minute" and Moose went down with Ernie on top of him and
Ernie raggedly panting "I gotta cum I gotta cum" and Moose lifted Ernie off
him with his knees and rolled him over until he was flat on his back and
Moose pressed his crotch into him "you wanna cum stud?" but Ernie was
beet-red trying to hold his breath, trying not to let his balls erupt, "you
want me to make ya blow stud?" and again and again he shoved his crotch into
Ernie until Ernie started to spasm like a wildman "I'm cumming I'm cumming"
and Moose lifted off him as the first shot flew up past Ernie's head and
landed on the floor behind him and Moose grabbed him from behind and pulled
him up till they were both on their feet as Ernie's next shot went straight
up in the air and arced back into Moose's shoulder. Moose leaned forward
and started to jab the tip of his cock into Ernie's ass as the last gobs
plopped down to the floor. Moose released the hold, letting Ernie collapse
at his feet.
"That's how a WRESTLER cums" he said and looked at the audience. The guys
went crazy!
Ernie just lay there, completely out of his mind, "man I'm never wrestlin
again..." his face bright red gasping for air. Several guys rushed over and
helped him up, someone else holding both of their hands in the air, "a DRAW,
a DRAW!" clapping them on their backs. Moose reached down and carefully
pulled the clamps off his tits, his very hard cock swelling up each time.
He was still painfully hard.
"Time" the doc announced officially but a smile on his face also.
After a while Kroos sent the team back to their spots and the doc went and
held up a single card.
"Gentlemen we enter the final and most critical round. As you can see
there is only one card, because you both must complete the same task."
"Doc" Moose said standing a bit stiffly, "this fuckin thing in me-"
"Of course" and Kroos went over and started to reach for Moose's butt.
"Doc" Moose said quietly to Kross "real bad idea to take it out... here..."
Kroos looked at him furrowing his brows "unless you want me to clear the
whole fuckin room."
"Dr. Kroos" said the doc to his assistant "please assist Moose and Mark
here and make sure they are ready for the final round."
So Kroos led both of them out of the room and down the hall. Now all the
guys looked around the room as did the seated men whispering and trying to
figure out what was next. Billy went over to take the card to make sure no
one saw it first. He looked at it and his face went white as a sheet. He
sat back down, covering his face, not looking at anyone.
After a few minutes both returned looking very wet and a bit recovered. As
soon as they got back to their spot they looked around and started to do a
few stretches just to get the kinks out, and maybe enjoy being the centers
of attention and maybe even trying to outdo each other just a bit. Both now
had softened significantly and some of the redness was out of Moose's cock
but the water dripping down his shiny two-toned chest and stomach made for
quite a sight for a lot of the audience. Mark's muscles looked pumped still
and the wetness on his smooth skin made him look camera perfect. He looked
up at his image on the screen and gave his dick a good shake, smiling and
cocky.
"As much as we all enjoy this show" the doc interrupted, returning to the
card "we must continue with the last... task."
He paused and looked at them both "As you know the condition stated by the
card will be the same for both of you" and he looked back and forth "now who
will take it and read it aloud for our audience."
"All right gimme that mutherfucker" Moose said a bit confidently "I guess
it's my turn." He took it and looked at it. His face went numb "impossible"
was all he said.
"Gimme the card ya big wuss" Mark said and yanked it out of his hand. He
read it and a quiet "fuck" come out of his mouth.
Then Mark looked first at the men in the back row, then at the docs, then
at the team. He cleared his throat and said loud enough to be heard "The
condition is as follows: The contestant is to..." he paused and looked
again at the docs and then at the crowd "FUCK... himself! and produce as
many orgasms as he can, hands free."
The crowd burst into shouts WHAT!! IMPOSSIBLE!! SHIT NO WAY!!
The doc turned to the crowd and said "Gentlemen who will bid on the first
contestant!" but the room kept shouting and yelling until finally a much
louder voice could be heard saying MARK MARK MARK!!
The doc turned to see where it was coming from and it was number three
again, "I will bet a THOUSAND dollars on Mark if he can do it."
The room went crazy again, what? a THOUSAND??!!! is he kidding?!?!?! It's
impossible for a million!!
"Very well a thousand once, a thousand twice..." and the doc paused looking
around but no one was saying anything "a thousand for number three."
"What's the time limit?" someone yelled.
"Mark? Moose? What did the card say?" the doc looked at them.
Moose looked at Mark "It didn't say shit."
"Very well" said the doc "for the sake of fair play, shall we say...an
hour?" and he looked at Kroos who didn't even blink.
"Shit might as well make it all day" Klu said "he still can't do it. It's
impossible."
Mark looked around the room his face blank and a bit scared. He looked
down at himself. Yeah, maybe, just maybe he was long enough to do it but
without hands he could not maneuver it around and under and oh shit now
what?
"Mark let us know when to start the clock" doc said.
"Give it up doc" Hank said "he's licked we win!" and all the guys started
to cheer, dancing around, their wet shorts bobbing up and down shaking drops
of moisture on the floor. Mark looked at them.
"Give it up man you lost!" Will said shaking his crotch at him. "Man you
LOST!"
And everyone had to admit that Will was right. Mark looked over at Kroos
then with a strange half-smile on his face "you're a doc, you got any sounds
in this joint?"
"Hey doc give the musclehead his tunes" Klu mocked "he wants a little exit
music!" and high-fived the guys around him.
Kroos looked at the doc and back at Mark "you referring to plastic sounds I
would imagine?"
"That's what I'm thinking yeah."
And the room started to buzz with: sounds? sounds what the fuck are sounds,
and Kroos said "I just may..." and left the room.
Now the guys started to quiet, thinking maybe something was going down,
something that could trick them out of their hard-won victory after all.
They all looked back and forth, shrugging and muttering. After a few
moments Kroos returned with something long, wrapped in a towel. He showed
it to Mark and he picked something out from the towel and held it up. It
looked like a ten inch long stick of whitish plastic a bit thinner than a
pencil, like a long glue stick. The guys looked at it stumped. Hell it
ain't no dildo so what was it?
"Yeah doc this will do" and Mark started to test it for thickness and
stiffness. "Doc I expect that I can make a few modifications to this?"
"Whatever you want Mark" Kroos looked at number three who nodded.
"Objections?"
"Objections to what doc? What can he do with that?" the guys were asking.
"Doc I'll need boiling water and some gloves."
So Kroos put a tray of water in the microwave until it was boiling then
added the tube and cooked it for a short while longer. When he removed it
the tray was steaming. Mark was wearing thick rubber gloves and removed the
stick quickly by one end. It quickly drooped like a limp licorice stick.
While it was soft Mark bent it until the two ends almost joined in a ring.
He held it until it started to harden.
"What's that doc, King Kong's cockring?" Will yelled but no one laughed.
When it had cooled and regained its rigidity, Kroos rinsed it and then,
also applying gloves, covered it with a mixture of fresh green gel and a
white cream.
"Doc I'm gonna need your help but you can start the goddamn clock whenever"
Mark said standing up facing forward his hands behind his back, his head
thrown back and eyes closed.
Everyone watched as Kroos smeared the same mixture on the tip of Mark's
cock. A few gasped as Kroos applied one of the ends to the opening of his
cock and slowly started to push it in.
"NO WAY DOC!" Moose yelled "I'm outa here right now!" he shouted and
started for the door. The doc grabbed him and stopped him.
"You will sit on the table and you will not say a word. Neither will you
leave unless you want to forfeit."
"I can't doc I can't..." and he almost started crying.
"I mean it Moose" the doc said pointing Moose away from the procedure
"don't look but you will stay!" and Moose sat on the table but could not
bear to watch. His dick started to wrinkle and shrivel.
The guys and men watched as Mark gritted his teeth and inch by inch the
tube entered his pissslit, bending his soft dick downwards and backwards as
it did. Some of the guys looked away and most of them were losing their
hardons. One or two, like Hank, stayed a bit puffed but not jutting. Some
of the men seated were straining forward to watch, including the Coach. Joe
went so soft his cock would have gone invisible had his pubic bush been
intact.
After the first three or four inches disappeared into his cock Mark started
to breathe rhythmically and he started to clench and unclench his groin
muscles. Slowly his dick began to lengthen but now it was coiled between his
balls which were stretched to either side. Finally the entire tube was
buried in him.
"Loop the ring through the end" Mark said, his eyes closed and Kroos
slipped the fattened end of the sound through the loop of the piercing,
locking them together.
"Okay Billy, my plug back on that chair again" Mark ordered "and watch
closely! All you bastards! You will never see anything like this again!"
Billy produced them both, putting the still slimy plug in position. Mark
straddled the chair and set the plug down on its side. As he turned and sat
down on the chair backwards, everyone could now see the tip of his cock
right at the opening of his asshole. He eased down slowly onto the chair
until the side of plug met the cockhead at his hole. Carefully he pushed
against it as the pressure and tension caused his dick to lengthen fully but
with the sound firmly stuck in his pisstube his head had nowhere to go
except... and he bumped down again and again and finally his cock started to
slide into his hole.
The room gasped and Kroos brought the camera around for one amazing close
up. A good inch or two of the head was now inside his hole as he lifted
himself up slightly, his arms and most of his weight resting on the back of
the chest and his legs spread wide. Again he brought himself down but now
the tip of the plug was further back on his dick and again he pushed down
and another inch was forced inside.
"No fucking WAY" Will said watching the screen.
"WAY!" Klu said his eyes glued also. Everyone watched as Mark methodically
used the plug's end to push the next inch into himself working it farther
and farther down the length until the head was all the way in. He used the
side of his thigh to tip the plug sideways so it was forced against his cock
and then he just started to bob up and down on the plug again and again, as
his cock worked its way in farther and farther. After two minutes or so he
lowered all of his weight down on the plug, fully impaled. He stopped and
caught his breath, his eyes shut tight, every muscle tense and flexed. When
he had recovered he raised himself up several inches and them slammed
himself down on the plug, again and again he threw himself down on it, each
time his cock sliding back in an inch or two. Mark's face was a red tight
grimace, concentrating on the sensation and after a while his breathing got
heavy and ragged.
"Damn he's gonna do it!" Will said "he's gonna do it he's gonna juice in
his own butt."
And in spite of themselves the guys started a quiet chant, cum, cum, cum,
cum. and Mark hearing that started a faster rhythm and the chanting picking
up the same rhythm and Mark bucked faster and faster and finally a strangled
AAAAHHHHHHHHH came from his throat and he pushed his full weight down on the
chair.
"Doc take it out take it out!" Mark started to yell and Kroos reached
underneath his cheeks and carefully with one finger unbent the end from his
hole and it popped out. Kroos unhooked the end from Mark's ring as the
contractions continued to force the tube from his slit bit by bit. A few
small drops of cum started to leak from both holes or it could have been the
cream. Kroos started to clean him up with a wet towel and still wearing the
gloves started a slow steady tugging.
"Doc let me" and Mark took over, working the next inch out from between his
legs. Like something impossible, the tube started to emerge as Mark's cock
softened a bit and more of the curve started to loosen. More and more
emerged until finally the last inch came out with a soft pop. Mark dropped
it to the floor, his dick still spasming, and whether it was cream or cum,
he started uncontrollably wanking his cock, a final dollup of very thick cum
globbed out of the stretched pissslit and it was over.
A very soft "fuck" echoed through the room. Mark looked around the room
and then staggered out the door and was gone.
No one said anything. No one looked at anyone. Those who were showing
wood just stood or sat where they were.
One by one people started to glance at Moose, who at some point during the
display had turned to watch but his face was flat and his mouth was hanging
open. Finally he looked up at the guys and a single tear started to form
and run down his check before he lifted his hands and hid his face.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" he started to sob.
The guys looked down too ashamed to watch him cry. Finally Will marched
over to the doc and barked "Gimme that goddamn mutherfuckin card!"
The doc gave it to him and said "tear it up but that won't change a thing."
Will looked at it and read aloud.
"The card says and I quote" he said clearing his throat "The contestant is
to fuck himself" and he held the card to the doc "ain't that right?" and the
doc nodded yes "the contestant is to... fuck... himself... period." and he
held the card up "there's a goddamn period after 'himself' look doc right
there!" and the doc said "yes but so what?" but Will kept reading now
picking up steam "New sentence. Capital A And..." he said looking around the
room "And produce as many orgasms as he can hands free."
"That is exactly what the card says" the doc affirmed.
"It doesn't say anything about HOW he fucks himself right?"
And the doc hesitated and said "right..."
"or about WHOSE orgasms they gotta be!" and the room started to buzz and
the noise started to swell.
"So there are several guys right here now who 'fucked themselves' already,
am I right?"
And some of the guys looked back and forth too shocked to try to deny it,
and then Hank said "I did" a bit ashamed and a bit proud "and some of you
other guys did too but I won't say who and you don't gotta admit it."
And then some of them started to figure it out: the dildoes! The doc had
made copies of their own cocks in rubber and when they had it up their butts
yeah, you could say they were fucking themselves.
"Okay doc you done Moose's cock here yet?"
And the doc looked around and saw he was had.
"Wait a minute that's not what the card says-"
"The goddamn card says fuck himself but it don't say how."
Moose, completely in the dark, looked up rubbing his face and bellowed
"Will just spit it out do I gotta do that... that...THAT thing?" meaning
Mark's ordeal.
"No Moose you do NOT!" and Moose started to get up.
"So then what DO I gotta do?"
"Show em doc" said Jeff and Hank and a few others.
"I don't have... his..." the doc said.
"Okay doc then show him mine. Show Moose what we talkin here" Will said
defiant.
Kroos hesitated but realized he had nothing if anything to lose. He went
out of the room and returned with another package wrapped in a towel. With
everyone mesmerized he unwrapped it and produced Will's dildo.
"Holy fuckin shit" Moose said "Will that your dick?" From the chairs
several guys heard Bo moan.
"Okay guys" Will said looking at his teammates "we gotta be straight up
honest now. No fuckin around. We all seen each other naked" he said holding
his dick out "and now we seen each other at full hard right?"
The guys looked around, some guilty some proudly, "yeah guess so."
"So not to brag or anything" Will said trying to hide a smile "you could
say Moose and me got the Super Sizers on the team right?"
And one by one they started to nod and say "yeah you're both big."
"So doc" Will turned "if Moose were to be fucked by this big ole pole here"
he said pointing to the dildo but really bragging about what hung out of his
crotch "you could say he was fucking himself."
"Well not exactly."
"C'mon doc we got the same dicks more or less. He fucked with my pole he
fuckin hisself right?"
"It's not the same!"
"Well then where's Moose's dildo?"
"I -- I mean we -- I never made one. Remember he just got back today and
this is Moose's first..."the doc hesitated "visit."
"So you never had time to make one right?"
And Kroos looked around and then at the doc "well..."
"Shit!" Hank yelled "you got it! You got the Moose dick finished!"
"Well..." Kroos looked at the one-way mirror for just a moment.
"Damn they made one. They really made one."
"But how?"
And the door opened and Mark re-entered now wearing streetclothes and
holding another package in a towel.
"What, doc? more damn sounds?" Moose asked suspicious but suspecting.
Kroos carefully pulled the towel back from one end and there it was. A
perfect cast of Moose's cock at its hardest, perfect except a pale pink and
they even got Moose's balls, and the balls were perfect, but not the purple
red of the real cock or the reddish tan of the real balls but still...
"Careful it's still warm" Kross took the package over to the sink and
rinsed it off.
"So you just whipped this up or what doc?" Will said looking at it amazed
as Kroos brought it back. It was cool to the touch and a bit firmer, "what
twenty minutes all it takes? You got yourselves a dildo factory hidden away
back there?"
"Damn they really did it."
"Damn Moose they cloned your dick! Down to the last damn wrinkle and vein."
But Moose looked at it with the oddest look. It seemed weird to see his
own cock being held like that and it couldn't be that size could it? "Gimme
that thing."
He took it and felt it. Damn he thought, this is my dick, and almost
without thinking held it down against himself, "if anything it's bigger"
Moose said but with the modesty was growing concern.
"Okay everybody" Will said "if Moose uses this dildo he IS fucking hisself
am I right?"
"Do it Moose" a couple of the men yelled, and one voice was distinctly the
coach's.
"Two thousand dollars" someone yelled "if Moose can take that."
The doc looked around and said "Very well, Two thousand once-"
"He's gotta fuck himself" the guy said again "all the way! all the way down
to the balls."
"Two thousand twice..." the doc looked around.
"And another two hundred for each load!" the guy said daring Moose on more.
The doc paused "sold to number three."
Again, the guys thought, again that same guy, looking back trying to see
him better, who is he? Did he look familiar? The guys looked back and
forth, you know him? who is he? and just shrugged, but a weird suspicion
growing.
Finally Moose looked at it and around the room and said "damn..." a strange
look was in his eyes.
"C'mon Moose you can do it" Will said looking at what Moose held in his
hand and starting to feel a bit of reaction in his groin "do it man. You
can do it."
"Godddamn" he said.
Hank spoke "Moose you really can do it. Hell stud you got a whole goddamn
hour!"
And a quiet chant started, stud moose moose stud stud moose.
After a few moments Moose turned to Kroos and said "I need this goddamn
thing on the floor..."Kroos looking at him questioning, "c'mon doc what ya
got to glue it down - "
And the muttering, shit he's gonna do it, he really is gonna go through
with it, shit this I GOTTA see, man he's gonna DICK himself, man I NEVER
thought I'd live to see this.
"- like something to keep it steady so it don't move around?"
And Kroos went into a drawer and took out a different metal tube of
something. Moose looked and saw something that looked like Super Glue.
"It is for prosthetic devices. It is a contact cement. Water soluble and
harmless" and gave it to Moose. He took off the cap and applied some of the
paste to the flat balls-end of the dildo and then pushed it onto the floor.
After a minute or so it was stuck firmly to the surface. Moose gave it a
tug and it stayed.
"Okay doc start the goddamm mutherfuckin clock" he said and taking the
green gel tube from the doc emptied the whole thing over the end. It
covered the plastic head and started to ooze down the sides covering it
completely.
"That's too much Moose" Hank yelled "No don't! wipe it off!"
But Moose got down on his knees on the floor in front of it and started to
lean back into it using one hand to guide it to his crack.
"Moose, let me loosen you up first for crissakes" but Moose pushed Kroos'
hand away "doc this is my show now, I gotta do this myself" and winced when
he felt his hole make contact with the plastic cock, with HIS cock.
The guys went and stood around and the men started to get out of their
chairs so Kroos got the larger camera around and brought it in next to the
floor behind him. The screen filled with the image of the big green-slicked
head, Moose's head, making contact with the hole and then slowly start to
spread the ring.
"Damn look he's gonna do it. He's gonna actually take that huge tree-trunk
up his butt."
Again Moose lifted his weight off his knees so he was balanced on the balls
of his feet with gradually more and more of his 288 pound muscled frame
resting on the cock. Slowly he squeezed out and then felt just the head
enter him. There was gasping and groaning as the screen showed the head
disappear into his asshole.
"Oh man Moose you are the stud! You are the STUD of studs!" Klu said
starting to stroke himself.
"Klu you asshole, you jerk yourself" Hank said looking around "and you get
that thing next!" and seveal others stopped their rapid jerking but could
not help it as one by one hands slowly returned and with the slightest
motions started fondling themselves. Soon all were hard and some even
started to pull their dicks through their flies or pull down the fronts of
their shorts. Except for Doug who had been doing everything he could to
disappear into the woodwork, his heart almost stopping every time a number
was called. Even now he was staying as quiet as possible, but doing a very
bad job of keeping his own boxer briefs from tenting like the rest. He made
of point of not touching himself but after several occasions of Jeff
"accidentally" brushing against it he stopped pulling away. And when he
started to make another small wet spot on the front of his white briefs he
gave up staying clear of Jeff's hand.
The men were crowding to the other side, some transfixed on Moose some
stealing glances at the guys across from them, some opening masturbating
watching both. But serious or not, they heard Hank and decided not to
splooge accidentally.
Now that the full head was in, Moose started to relax and let his weight on
that cock take over. His bowels stopped the cramping and slowly allowed
more of the wider part to slide in. The enemas he got from Kroos before
were helping him to loosen up a bit, and the buttplugged wrestling seem to
have helped relax his ring as well. Once the widest part was in he started
to ease up to a crouching position, allowing it to pop out.
Everyone looked at the bidder who was starting to say something -
"I ain't finished!" Moose grunted at that mister number three, whose pants
fly was wide open and a very hard thick stubby dick was out, the head
completely covered in slime.
"You getting your money's worth man?" Moose growled, looking right at him
"you like watching a real stud getting his ass plowed by his own fuckin
cock? Look at your cock man" Moose started taunting him "look how your bone
is giving you away, you can't keep it down if ya wanted, how you been
digging this whole sick thing and now you get to see THIS" and Moose sat
back down on the tube shoving half of it into him "that's what you want
right? You want to see this big muscular stud ass get stuffed full of hard
cock right?" and the guy stopped jacking and just stood staring, more drool
starting to coat the angry red head.
"Well then watch this!" Moose yelled and again pulled off of it. His
butthole was getting so stretched it didn't close all the way and the camera
could even see about half an inch inside him. And again Moose plunged down
a bit further and then his eyes went wide "holy shit!" he groaned.
"Man he did it, he found his spot."
"Shit that feels like somethin!" Moose moaned through gritted teeth,
feeling the head start to rub the gel into his prostate.
"Moose keep bumping like that. Feels like nothing you ever imagine right?"
said Klu.
And Moose started to rock up and down on the dildo in short slow motions up
and down. Each time a soft "oh oh oh" escaped from his chest which was
again starting to bead up, the sweat almost trickling down his belly.
And his dick all by itself started to lengthen and redden again.
Look at Moose's dick, he's doing it he's getting himself off, came from
several directions. Moose's dick started to swell and shrink, swell and
shrink with each plunge but each swelling was a bit bigger a bit redder and
Moose reached out to grab the two nearest thighs but his hands instead
grabbed two cocks. He gave them a quick tug before letting go and then
grabbed onto their waists for balance. Now he had better leverage to rock
himself up and down and as he lowered himself farther and farther down the
dick, his own dick started to lengthen more and more sideways coming to rest
inside the crease of his groin.
"Man look at that thing swell up! Ain't that a mutherfucker!"
And finally it bobbed away from the side and began to point straight
forward curving up revealing the hairless crease going down to the hairless
and rapidly tightening balls.
"Okay man now LOOK at me" Moose shouted staring right at the man's cock
"you gettin what you want. You gettin what ya paid for. Look at me! I'm
fucking myself with my own dick and I'm as hard as I can get and I got a
dick up my ass and my cock is rock hard and red and swollen and my ass is
plugged full of dick and this stud cock is pointing right at you!" and Moose
plunged all the way down and with a loud AAAHHHGGHHHH hit rock bottom.
"Damn he did it! He took the whole thing in his ass! Moose did it! He
fucked himself!"
And Moose looked at number three and the guy's dick swelled and twitched
and turned almost purple and a single drop of cum formed at the fully
stretched pissslit.
Moose smiled "Look at you! Fuck, I made you cum without you even touching
yourself" he taunted as the guy tried to squeeze it tight but the head
swelled even more, the second shot trapped "you can't hold it man, not
looking at my rock hard cock feeling my nuts squeezed tight my cocks banging
right into each other" but the guy squeezed with both hands and held his
breath and although the slit opened wide he didn't erupt.
And Moose started riding up and down up and down his cock red and shiny
swollen and the chant started, cum, cum, cum, cum, and Moose squeezed his
eyes shut and the sweat poured down and his pumping went down up and down
the full length but.. he... couldn't.. push himself that last yard. He
couldn't bring it over the edge.
Hank looked down and started to get the picture "Moose you can do it."
"Fuck" came out of Moose's throat.
"C'mon Moose let it happen."
"Aggghhh" he gasped but only a clear drop of precum was pumped out.
"Do it Moose!" Will said.
"Ah-hg-gh-gh I... can't" he said his face now beet red, the veins popping
out of his thick neck.
And after a bit Moose sank down all the way onto the dildo his energy
spent.
"I can't I can't... shoot. I'm all cummed out."
And Will looked around at the guys, his teammates, Moose's teammates and
slowly said. "The contestant is to fuck himself period" he looked over at
the man who was practically strangling himself now "And produce as many
orgasms as he can hands free." and Will in one steady motion pushed his hard
wet dick right down the throat of Moose and bang! fed Moose his load! A big
glob of cum hit Moose on the chest as the sight of Will's dick in Moose
pushed number three over the edge.
"Two" said Hank looking around.
Jeff reached over and pulled Doug's dick free from the fly. It was unlike
anything anyone had seen before. The head was half-out of the skin but
could not retract any more. And it looked like a small donut had been
stuffed under the foreskin. Jeff led it over to Moose's still opened mouth
and pushed it in. Doug let out a gasp and tried to pull back and as he did
out shot a solid chuck of white paste right into Moose's chin. Moose leaned
forward and brought it back into his mouth. Somebody grabbed Doug's hips
and pushed him forward and Doug shot again and again and again for a full
minute.
"Man didn't he ever nut before?" Will said still hard but with the biggest
smile and they realized no one had ever seen him hard or anything before.
"Moose you nutted a VIRGIN" and one of the men slid his dick across Moose's
shoulder and as he pushed in towards his neck a rope shot out and ran down
his broad tan back.
"Four" Hank shouted.
And then Ernie pushed his way up to Moose and as soon as his dick touched
Moose's chest it also came by itself and he pressed down hard on it feeling
Moose's hard pecs squeeze back.
"Five" Hank said and looking at Ernie "shit, how many times you gonna have
Moose bring you off?"
But Ernie just backed away still hard and too stunned to say anything.
Moose finally grabbed onto the two guys next to him and started to pull
himself off the dildo. As he did another single drop of clear precum slid
out of him.
Without saying anything he fell forward to his knees and broke the fall
with his hands. Klu tried to lift him to his feet but Moose was 288 pounds
of muscle and dead weight.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
"Moose buddy are you okay? We did it. YOU did it!" Will said and tried to
help Klu lift him. Moose still could not be budged.
"Moose it's okay get UP!" Hank yelled, "c'mon man you're beat. Let us help
you." But Moose just stayed there.
"Are you hurt?" but Moose nodded his head no.
Slowly everyone got quiet, real quiet and the rapid wanking slowed and
stopped. Moose opened his eyes, looked around and then closed them. He
spread his knees wider so his hole was totally showing, and then he pushed
his butt farther back and the opening started to unpucker. Slowly he closed
his eyes and firmly said "as many orgasms as he can."
Ernie went back to him and said "Moose no..."
But Moose just push back farther. Ernie crouched down besides him similar
to the wrestling stance but his crotch pressed against Moose's asscheek,
"Moose you don't need to do this man..."
Moose just nodded his head and as everyone stood shocked Ernie slid around
behind him and that very thin long and very red cock went right into Moose's
open hole.
"Goddamn!" Will said "Moose is letting us fuck him?" and Ernie who had
never gotten soft started lunging into him. Moose started to groan as he
felt Ernie hit the spot and Ernie gasped and after only a minute or two shot
again, deep into Moose's bowels.
"Ernie just came in Moose. Ernie nutted inside of MOOSE!" but Ernie
collapsed backwards and his long red cock, covered with a greenish goo slid
out.
Hank looked at Ernie's dick and muttered "Moose is full of that stuff.
He's completely stuffed with that goo. Can you imagine what that feels
like?" and he turned and there was the coach with his hard cock right next
to his face. Hank was maybe a bit tempted to lean forward with his mouth
but before he could someone was behind the coach, nudging him forward.
"Don't DO it coach" Mannie yelled "it's MOOSE for crissakes."
But Moose just looked back and closed his eyes, and opening his mouth he
said "no hands" and his mouth stayed open. As the coach tried to pull away,
he felt someone's hands on his shoulders pushing him to his knees.
"Moose tell me to stop and I will" but his voice was wavering and he looked
at the team, his team, hoping someone would stop him. Damn if he had the
strength to stop himself. Even when the weight behind him let go he felt
himself leaning forward. The scene in the shower with Stoo was still fresh
in his mind, hell he could almost smell the chlorine still. Unless someone
stopped him he was gonna do it! He leaned forward until his hands contacted
Moose's shoulders. The heat coming off his back was too much and he felt
his cockhead home in on the heat coming from Moose's butt and then it slid
between his cheeks,
"Moose tell me to stop" but his dick took over and found the wet slimy hole
and fuck! he felt Moose actually lean back onto his dick and before he shut
his eyes he saw Jeff get down on his knees in front of Moose with his prick
pointing at Moose's mouth, "are you sure Moose?"
Moose kept his eyes closed and nodded and held out his tongue. Jeff just
lay his dickhead on Moose's outstretched tongue and Moose closed his lips
around it and slid it in. He rocked back harder onto the full length of the
coach's dick and again opened his mouth and Jeff gasped as his dick rubbed
along Moose's tongue and cum flew out and started to ooze out of the corners
of his mouth. Moose kept his mouth open so everyone could see what Jeff had
done.
"Goddamn" Mannie said looking back at the coach whose cock was all the way
into Moose's hole and then the coach froze, every muscle clenched. He was
holding his breath and his neck was bulging and Mannie looked down at Moose
with the cum still dripping from his chin.
"Moose just let Jeff nut in his MOUTH man, Moose blew JEFF and now the
coach is up his goddamn butt FUCK" Mannie said and knew without looking or
even touching he was full hard, "I ain't ever seen ANYTHING like this!" and
the coach quickly pulled out but not in time! his cock started shooting rope
after rope along Moose's crack up to the broad back puddling with cum.
"Eight" Hank moaned and quickly stood up over Moose clenching his teeth and
closing his eyes strained out "nine" and without touching himself his dick
swelled purple and began to spurt all over Moose's back too and with his
fists jammed into the side of his hips Hank just rocked forward rubbing his
dick all over Moose's huge shoulder as one last shot pumped out.
"Damn he just came by himself" Mannie said "Hank blew just fucking STANDING
there godDAMN!"
And then Joe looked over and sputtered "Billy!" but Billy was already
moving around, looking down his dad's front. When he finally made eye
contact Joe's cock was pointing towards Moose's open mouth. "is this what
you want...." and Billy not sure if he heard his dad or someone else got on
his knees behind Moose, "dad?"
"It's your call you know you'll never have another chance..." Billy looked
around to see who was talking, afraid to see his dad's lips moving.
And there were several gasps and grunts from around the circle.
"If you don't want to" but Billy slowly raised his hips forward until he
felt the warmth of Moose's crack. He let his very hard and very slick dick
rest up along the top of the crack his balls right at Moose's hole.
"Shit look at that, Joe's actually getting off on his son." and now Joe
was squeezing the end of his dick very hard trying to hold off his second
orgasm watching Billy's every muscle. Billy's eyes were glued to his dad's
cock, his own rubbing back and forth up and down Moose's crack. Finally
seeing his dad start to lose his battle and a strangled groan come from him,
Billy plunged his dick deep into Moose.
"Man..." and Moose leaned forward and used his lips to push Joe's cock up
against his smooth shaved belly. As soon as Moose's mouth made contact with
the underside Joe let go and the bright red head throbbed and shot after
shot went up into the air and landed on Moose's forehead. Billy yelled
"yeah" and fell on top of Moose his ass squeezing shot after shot deep into
him.
Mannie looked back and forth and then at Will "Like nothing you could
imagine. Dad and his son both cumming on Moose. On MOOSE!" and he looked
back at Will's dad Bo and then at Will.
Will looked around and said "Okay this has gone far enough. We won the
goddamn contest but enough is enough!" and looked down at Moose "you
bastards getting your nut all over this guy all you care about is getting
off and look at him. Look at the biggest stud you'll ever see and you're
nutting him like a cheap pussy!"
"And he deserves to be the one popping a load not all us" said Mannie
"c'mon big man you deserve a break."
"No" said Moose getting up off his hands "not until I'm finished" and he
leaned back, his cock connected to the floor with a long strand of stringy
fluid.
"Moose you gotta be givin it up by now."
"I done all that you ask of me didn't I?" he said looking around "now you
do what I tell you okay?"
"Anything... you want man" Hank said "you just say the word."
But Moose got to his feet and hobbled over to the exam table and sat on the
side.
He looked around and before anyone could say anything he lay back and
pulled up his knees until his feet were touching his asscheeks. His crack
was now at waist level and green goo mixed with cum was starting to leak out
of his unpuckering hole He gave a short grunt and the ring spread out.
"Okay now it's Moose's turn to nut" Mannie said and walked over to him "and
I know just how to do it."
But Moose leaned back and said "no hands."
"Goddamn he's still counting why?" Ernie said and as Mannie approached him,
he got up on the table next to him.
Mannie rubbed his cock around the throbbing ring and said "Moose you want
this?" and Moose nodded yes "then tell me. Tell me you want me to do this"
and Moose said deeply from way down his throat, "Fuck me man, fuck this
wrestler hole. Plug my fuckhole and make me cum man..." and Mannie slid it
around the ring teasing "you sure? you want me inside your big slimy meaty
hole?"
"Mannie nothin I want more'n that dick of yours in my hole. Do it!"
"You gonna cum for me?"
"Yeah Mannie do it!" so Mannie folded his arms across his chest and said
"all right stud here's my dick for you" and slid it in. Moose threw his
head back and groaned.
Mannie plunged in and out a couple of times and then pulled his cock out,
now covered with slime and cum. He looked at Ernie then nodded at his dick.
"Suck it Ernie" Mannie commanded.
"But man!" Ernie balked.
"Don't touch it with your hands just put your mouth on it."
"Mannie!"
"Do it now!"
And Ernie leaned forward and slowly took his cock in his mouth. At first
he gagged but then started to pump back and forth.
"No man just hold it in your mouth" so Mannie stood with his dick
stationary in Armie's mouth. After a moment he said "stay just like that
don't move a fuckin' muscle" and withdrew it, again plunging into Moose's
butt. Moose moaned again and Mannie swirled his cock around inside him,
around and then withdrew, more green glob covering it. He put his dick back
in Ernie's mouth transferring more and more. Finally after the fifth time
he left it in Moose. Ernie's mouth was now totally slimed and his tongue
was green.
"Okay now Ernie, knock yourself out. Go on do it" Ernie a bit embarrassed
lowered his mouth onto Moose's dick and swallowed it. Moose let out a great
long groan and started to hump his mouth.
"Yeah Moose you like that? I thought you would. You like Ernie on your
dick stud?" and Moose let out another moan, "you like this big spic dick
working your hole Moose?" and Moose started to grunt again and again and
Mannie shoved harder and harder into him.
"Oh Moose your hole, Moose godDAMN!" and he pushed all the way and Mannie's
ass muscles were quivering and shaking uncontrollably, his cum pumping again
and again into him "I can't stop godamn I can't stop" and he finally jumped
back his cock still spouting.
"Damn I couldn't help it" he said looking around "that stuff in him
godDAMMM!!!!!" but Ernie just kept slowing sliding his mouth up and down on
Moose's pole.
"Well I won't wimp out on ya stud" Klu said positioning himself at Moose's
butt "you want this Moose?"
Moose just leaned threw his head back and moaned "Klu do it man." so Klu
leaned his cock into him and started to probe for the knob.
"GodDAMN" Klu shouted as his cock slid into him feeling the swollen tissue
lining of Moose's hole all nubbly and slicked with how many loads now? and
the goo went right into Klu's skin and he felt himself shudder, "goddamn I
ain't gonna nut" and he pinched his balls hard and that stopped the rush.
"No man, nut in me" Moose muttered , "the cum hits something inside me" he
said so only Klu and Ernie heard.
"Moose, Ernie and me here are gonna make you nut like you never nutted
before" said Klu with his balls pulled down hard grimaced with the pain.
But he started into his rhythm and then bang! he felt it, he found Moose's
knob.
Moose screamed "Damnit Klu you're killing him!"
"Moose you want me to stop?" Klu said before anyone could pull him out.
"NO!!!!" he yelled. so Klu started to bang again and again, his balls now
stretched balloon tight.
Ernie began to feel Moose's cock swelling in his mouth, but no matter what,
he would not gag, even when he started to let it go into his throat and down
his gut. It took him a couple of plunges before he figured out to breath
between bobbing. His throat muscles started to massage Moose's cock.
Moose started to chant fuck, fuck, fuck and Klu, his balls on fire hissed
"Moose this is my dick in you, and my dick is going to pump your cum right
out of you is that what you want?"
And Moose kept grunting fuck, fuck, fuck...
"You want this pole to make you cum man? Tell me! Tell the whole goddamn
room!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Moose was near-delirious.
"Okay Moose when I count to ten your cock is going to explode like fourth
of july! one" and he rammed as hard as he could into Moose's prostate.
Ernie plunged down as hard as could with at the same time
"two...three...four..." and the whole room started chanting "five...
six...SEVEN...EIGHT..." and Moose started a high loud scream
"NINE!!!!!.....TEN!!!!!!!!!" and Moose's cock exploded deep into Ernie's
throat and everyone could see his neck muscles swell with each shot until
finally he gagged and pulled off but Moose continued to shoot glob after
glob into Ernie's face.
Klu screamed even louder as he yanked his hand away from his balls and like
he hit a high-voltage line spasmed and spasmed, his hips and legs shaking,
and he jettisoned his load into Moose's prostate again and again. They
stayed glued together writhing until Hank finally pulled them apart.
One by one they broke into cheers but Moose and Klu were too far gone to
hear them. Klu let himself fall to the floor where he lay still quivering a
bit. Moose just lowered his legs still gasping for air. Ernie just lay his
head on Moose's chest too shocked to move.
Slowly the cheering and clapping stopped and everyone started to move away.
Moose raised his head and said loud enough "no hands" and slowly almost
painfully let himself slide down off the table an onto the floor. There he
got down on his hands and knees and lowered his head, "no hands."
"Moose get up enough is enough" Hank said "everyone here is spent" he
looked around the room "you did it, you won the whole damn thing you're
finished Moose enough get up."
"No hands" Moose said "not until everyone gets their goddamn nut! Everyone
gets their money's worth!!"
"Moose you did it. You got the nut of this whole damn ROOM!"
"Everyone!" and Moose flexed his muscles daring them to budge him.
"Moose everyone came everyone-"
"Not everyone" Will said his eyes narrowing.
"Will fuckoff!"
"Not my dad there..." he said pointing at Bo off to the side. Bo had tried
to keep out the action as much as he could. But it was a bit hard for
someone of his size and physique to be invisible. He knew his "situation"
was not something he wanted the whole room to know about. He looked around
and then at his son.
"That's fine boy just keep that mouth shut."
"Moose you didn't nut my old man" Will said a bit taunting and a bit
serious.
"Will shut UP" Hank said "Moose has had enough goddamnit."
"Moose you up for one last one?"
Moose just nodded and spread his knees and pushed his ass out.
"Go on Bo do it he wants it" the men around him started to egg him on,
pushing him towards Moose "go on give him the fuck of his life."
But Bo was too big to be pushed and just knocked their hands away like
gnats.
"I ain't leaving" Moose said not looking up "no one is leaving... til Bo
gets his nut" and he lowered his chest to the floor so his ass was pointing
up.
Now all were looking at Bo who was getting very very nervous. Daaamn, he
said to himself, looking at Moose just lying there bent over just waiting to
be fucked! Damn, he could just do that with his ass out for all to fuck and
not feel the slightest anything about it. Damn he is either the craziest
muther or he got balls, Bo thought, looking at him. How can he do that? He
looked around and saw that everyone looked at Moose not like some pussy but
like some kinda hero almost. They didn't despise him for being fucked in
public like that. Shit, if anything they thought more of him. Damn, that
little voice in his head said slowly, if he can do it...and he started to
unbuckle his belt "Hey Moose" Bo said in his deep bass voice "lemme see that
big goddamn prick of yours."
And Moose thinking maybe Bo needed some odd bit of encouragement raised
himself off the ground back to his knees. As he leaned back everyone could
see he was still hard! Moose was still rock HARD!
"Goddamn Moose" the guys were saying "ain't you ever going down?"
"This wrestler don't go down" Moose bellowed as best he could.
Bo looked down at him and said "Moose you think you can keep that thing
hard a little longer stud?"
"Whatever you want man" and Moose started to bob it into the air once or
twice to show him it wasn't going down.
"Well then I guess" Bo said pushing his pants and shorts past his knees
"that's good enough for me" and without looking at anyone he dropped to his
knees. Next to Moose!
He bent forward until his head touched the floor "just shut your mouth, all
of you shut your mouths... now do it Moose" he whispered to him but the room
started to go nuts, goddamn look at Bo on his hands and knees, goddamn look
at that big muscle ass, shit he don't wanna fuck Moose, he wants Moose to
fuck HIM! and when Moose saw it, looked at the big muscular ass pointing
skywards and said "Bo you gotta be jerkin me! You don't want that! I ain't
doin that t'you in front of these dogs."
"But YOU did it! You let these dicks fuck your hole for the whole damn
world t'see" Bo hissed "so just shut up and do it!" Moose looked at him and
then spun his head around and glared at Will "you goddamn..." but Will just
looked at him, not grinning, not smirking, but just nodded "go on Moose,
your turn."
And the room started to mutter and say, do it do it, fuck him fuck him, and
Moose got to his feet and said, "Enough don't say another word. This room
is gonna be so quiet I can hear my DICK HUM!" and he stared down everyone
until he was satisfied "Bo you ABSOLUTELY sure stud?"
But Bo just leaned back and then he said "no hands" but the room was
perfectly still when Moose got down on his knees behind him. He reached
behind and brought his hand to his own ass squeezing out the green glob onto
his fingers. He brought some to Bo's asshole and started to probe. When
the fingers slid in easily someone started to say something but Moose shot
him a quick and vicious look. Moose felt the resistance cease. He took his
hand away and bringing his still formidable cock to the hole started to
push. He could not believe it as his fat tube just slid right in. A few
gasps from the crowd which quieted when Bo started to groan. Moose's dick,
bathed in the juices from how many guys mixed with the green goo started to
coat the insides of Bo's ass and as Moose started the steady fucking Bo
started grunting in rhythm. When Moose was all the way in he felt his
semi-numb cock hit Bo's knob. Bo let out a deep yelp. Damn, Moose thought,
that must be that spot, so he started ramming his cock again and again into
it, but his head was so desensitized at this point it could have been
slamming into a brick wall for all Moose felt. But Bo now started to harden
as his prostate took the pounding.
"Moose!" Bo gave a loud grunt.
"Ya want me to stop?" Moose said knowing he was really giving it to him.
"Just let me turn over..."
"Why?" and Moose pulled out his cock slimy and rock hard and leaned back
resting his butt on his ankles.
"So I can watch ya screw me, so I can see the biggest stud in this fucked
up town have my hole and..." Bo rolled over, his equally massive and now
hard cock flipping into view. He backed himself into Moose's lap and then
onto his cock and let it slide in as his feet lifted up to Moose's
shoulders. Moose felt Bo impale himself on his cock but had little room to
move his hips "and so I can see that asshole son of mine suck my LOB!" and
bent his head to Will.
"Man you're fucked."
"Do it."
"Dad you're wacked!" Will said looking around at his teammates. He could
see that some of them actually wanted to see this.
"Do it kid..." Bo said as he felt Moose make little short jerks into him,
again hitting that spot and his cock started to throb in time "do it or the
whole world finds out about... hopin I didn't recogni-"
"You bastard!" but Will knew and he knew and they all knew.
"Now do it" and Bo closed his eyes his cock pointing up waiting for the
mouth. Will looked around and looked at Jeff and Hank who just raised their
hands shrugging. Before he began to hear any shit from anyone he slowly got
down on his knees and hearing soft voices, shit he actually gonna do it, he
gonna suck his old man, he leaned forward closing his eyes.
But Bo didn't let on that between Moose's dick and the goo working his
hole, his load was already half-way to blowing . He didn't want Will to
figure out the real reason he had to turn over, because his dick was getting
close to shooting he had to get that massive Moose dick outa his hole long
enough to catch his breath. Now that Moose was again hitting that spot and
the jel was pushing him over the top, it took about three good thrusts of
Moose's dick into him and before Will had a chance to open his eyes Bo
grabbed his head and pulled it towards his cock but not fast enough. His
purple dick swelled and starting blowing huge jets of cum up at Will's face
and before he could react Bo pulled Will's mouth down to his cock as more
and more pumped out. Will tried to jerk away fast but Bo held his head in
place and shot after shot continued to dribble out of the corners of Will's
mouth and splash down to Bo's belly. The crowd gasped.
Finally Bo let go of the hold and Will jerked to his knees, his face
smeared with his own dad's giz. As Will started to crawl away wiping as
fast as he could, Bo lifted himself off Moose's cock and rolled onto his
side. Moose's cock still red and wet eased from Bo as hard as ever.
Moose looked around "All right, all of you, have you had enough?" He looked
around his jaw set and the muscles pulled "ENOUGH!!??????"
And he let Hank and Doug lift him to his feet then looked around the room.
No one dared meet his gaze but everyone slowly started to walk away.
Then the doc went over to Moose "Okay Moose..." he said taking him by the
shoulder "it's over okay?"
Moose just stood there.
"Okay?"
Finally Moose looked at him "okay."
"Now let Kroos here get you cleaned up" and Kroos came over and putting his
very large arm around Moose's as large shoulders, wrapped him in a dry soft
bath towel, covering his naked and bruised torso and led him out the room.