Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 11:35:48 -0500 From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com> Subject: The Exam chapter 59 Chapter Fifty-nine Friday Aug 9 "Mort's" he announced, picking up the extension in his office, hoping it wasn't someone he knew. "Glad I got you, it's Phil." "Yeah Phil what's up?" Mort looked around the room, the piles of papers on his desk threatening to bury him up to his chest any moment. "Can't make it tonight." "What?" Mort glared into the phone, wanting to reach through it and grab the guy by his tonsils "whatday mean you can't make it?" "Something came up" Phil's voice steady and calm "my wife's father..." "George? He okay?" "Don't know. We're driving to Duluth to find out." "When are you leaving?" "We left about four. At this rate we should--" "You're already on the road?" "Yeah sorry. We wanted -- I wanted to -- " "Never mind. I'll help Jerry out behind the bar if I need to." "Sorry Mort, I owe ya." "No shit" Mort scratched the stubble on his jaw "hope everything's alright. I won't expect you tomorrow night then as well." "No sorry." "Well gimme a call Monday, let me know how everyone's doing." "Thanks again. I owe ya." "Yeah we'll figure out a way for you t'pay up. Bye" he hung up the phone, swearing under his breath. Damn, short one guy tonight. And lately Friday's have been very busy. Not that he was complaining. Between this place and the one in Lake G****a he was doing a great business. Hell, he was getting to the point he almost starting to dig himself out of the hole his gambling debts created. At this rate, he could pay off his backers by... the holidays? First he had to find someone to make sense of all these bills and receipts! Mort went to the bar, already seeing people filling in seats here and there. "Jerry" he came over to the sole bartender, a middle-age guy with receding black hair and a trim moustache who was doing something amazing with the shaker "you ready to rake in the tips tonight?" "What's up?" he poured the foamy mixture into two cocktail glasses, topping them off with a splash of citron "no... don't tell me." "Yeah Phil's got a family emergency." "Mary's dad again?" "Yeah" Mort was behind the bar, helping with the glasses "so can you handle the bar by yourself?" "Rake in the tips right?" "Hey I'll help ya out--" "Not was I'm worrying about" he nodded back towards the kitchen "you gonna be... y'know busy?" "Oh" Mort lowered his voice "y'mean with the...?" nodding behind him "the betting parlor?" "Yeah... spreading yourself a bit thin these days" he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll manage" Mort shrugged back, then tossed two napkins in front of the most recent arrivals, a couple dressed up for their night away from the babysitter "what can I get you folks?" He took their order and got busy helping Jerry with the left end, the busier end of the bar. The right side was for guys or single gals who came in for a drink, or two. The side Mort started to man was more for folks waiting for tables, so it was pour and serve, pour and serve, as couples came in, got their drinks, and vacated their seats for the next set. Over and over. Not that Mort minded the business. Hell no. But Phil was his ringer for this job, friendly and talkative, getting people served and to their tables with a joke and a smile. His tips reflected his skills with the "turnover" side. So when Mort switched places with Jerry, he was almost relieved. Besides, Jerry had been with the place since? Hell, forever it seemed. And Jerry was more than happy to know there was a "back business" going on, in his mind some kind of betting parlor or other. All he knew was a lots of guys came in, had a drink -- or two -- tipped well, then disappeared with Mort in back. Keep the marks coming, he laughed to himself, just as long as they leave some money on the bar before Mort empties their bank accounts. Mort divided his time between bar duty and helping out the hostess at the front door. Another veteran, he reminded himself, as he checked the reservations list. There were the usual assortment of cancellations replaced by high rollers squeezed in from the local toney resorts. Another black ink night, he smiled. He returned to the bar, helping out at both ends as Jerry was scrambling to accomodate the crush of the beginning of the dinner crowd. Two guys sitting towards the middle of the bar caught his eye. Well actually his ear, since one of the two, the bigger guy with the barrel chest, was going on and on about something, his voice almost bouncing off the mirror behind the bar. His buddy, blond hair, military short like his loquacious bud, but thinning towards the top, also wearing the same navy-blue sweater with identical insignia on the left chest, was doing his best to rein him in. The bigger one, tapping his fingers on the bar, brought Mort over to them. "What can I get ya?" he looked at the guy, then his light-haired buddy. Both of them were in their early to mid thirties, fit and in shape, although the bigger guy's paunch was keeping him from hanging onto the bar like his companion to his right. Mort took in the wedding ring on the guy's hand, but Loud Mouth's hands were bare of any telltale jewelry. Up close, Mort could see the five o'clock shadow on L M's face, making his jaw jut out even more when he said, "My buddy and me want another beer while we're waiting for out table." "Coming up" Mort pulled two of the same brand from the cooler as L M's buddy said, "Okay maybe a third, twist my arm. We'll be sitting down in--" "You two have reservations?" Mort set them down, taking a good look at their sweaters. He recognized the badge "hope you two ain't working tonight... are ya?" "Not unless we get called in" L M threw some money on the counter. "No we ain't on call" his buddy chimed in "so unless you have a unexpected situation in your kitchen we are off the clock" and they tappped their bottles together. "This one's on me" Mort pushed their money back "always a pleasure to have our local firefighters visit us -- unless they're here for a surprise inspection" he put his hand back on the bill "you ain't--" "Fuck no!" L M smiled "Lou" he held out his hand. Mort shook it "Mort", sizing up the guy. He looked like a former linebacker, shoulders and upper body big enough to pull the biggest person from a blazing fire and carry them down a ladder, without breaking a sweat. But too many meals at the firehouse -- or complimentary restaurant offerings -- as well as the odd hours were taking their toll on his belt size. "This here's my main man Tommy" and the lighter hair guy shook hands in turn. Mort felt the grip, realizing the sweater was hiding some serious muscles. He was smaller than Lou, but was doing a better job of staying in shape. Or else the wife was riding his ass. Yeah, that was more likely, Mort chuckled to himself. "Glad to meet you both. You outa E******t Lake?" "You noticed?" Lou pointed at the design on their sweaters. A neat ELFD with the hook and ladder design and maltese cross was embroidered in three colors "yeah, five years for me, three for Tommy boy here." "That right?" Mort looked at the end of the bar as the next two took their turn "you got reservations?" "Naw... we just..." "I'll see what I can do" Mort started towards the newcomers "I know the owner" and winked. Mort served the new couple, then the next two as another couple left for their table. As soon as he finished, he checked with the hostess, fitting them into the first cancellation he could see. He was back at his post behind the bar, running back and forth as Jerry ran interference. Back and forth they went, Mort keeping an ear on Lou's slightly quieter conversation. It sounded like he was taking Tommy's advice, or else they were on a more private topic. As Mort approached them he swore he heard Tommy saying, "You nuts? no more drinks for you!" "So guys" Mort wiped the counter in front of the two "how about a table in ten minutes?" "Sure! Thanks!" Tommy smiled, then elbowed his buddy. "No problem" Mort was about to leave. "So you really do know the owner..." Lou started to ask Mort. "Funny Lou" Tommy rolled his eyes "he's Mort." "You really Mort?" Lou gave his a look up and down, longer than Mort felt necessary. "Shit I told ya" Tommy turned to him "you own this place right?" "Yeah, this one and two others downstate." "I thought a Mitchell guy owned this place" Lou punched Tommy in the stomach, a familiar routine it seemed. "Owned. Right" Mort looked at the playful twosome "but that was years ago." "That's why it's called Mort's... not Mitchell's, ya big lumox" Tommy punched him back. "Mort, Mitchell, I can't keep track of all these guys' names" Lou shook his head, a pout on his face, making his dimple stand out more. "Y'got that right, bud. Maybe ya oughta cut back on the partying." "Yeah when I'm dead" Lou took a swig of his beer, getting into his rhythm "or when my... y'know falls off" and the two had a good laugh. Mort left them to their fun, but the conversation stuck in his mind as he went to the next twosomes arriving in port, then back to the hostess. She told him five minutes for the next table, and yes, his penciled-in guests could have it. He went back to the bar to give them the news. As he came back to them he heard Tommy, "Knock it off, he's married." "Who's married?" Mort checked their near-empty bottles "you want two more? but your table's ready in a minute or two." "Y'happy now?" Tommy punched Lou, rolling his eyes "gimme another, but the big lumox is taking a break." "Sorry... Mort" Lou's eyes were back on Mort, then up and down again. Mort was getting a feeling for this guy "sometimes my mouth does -- I mean says -- stupid sh--stuff, is all." "Well..." Mort decided to play the hunch "well's there's married... and then there's 'married', right?" looking at Tommy's left hand "right... bud?" "I told ya not t'start... trouble" Tommy looked around, seeing if anyone was paying them any attention "Mort here's been treating us cool. Don't start on him." "No trouble" Mort was polishing that circle in front on them down to the wood "so you two... good buds, huh?" "Yeah... " Tommy looked at Mort, then saw the eyebrow "hey no not like that!" "Speak for yourself" Lou elbowed him in the ribs. Well, the punches had gotten repetitive, Mort smiled. Yeah, he got these two pegged. "Ain't got no beef with that" Mort signaled the most recently arrived couple to hold their water " y'know... beef?" Mort made a point a winking at Lou "everybody's welcome here" he started for the impatient yuppie twosome "except fuckin vegetarians." That cracked up Lou, and even Tommy smiled, recovering from the near confrontation. They went back to arguing and jabbing from what Mort could see from the far end of the bar. Then his beeper went off. "Okay you two" Mort went back to Lou and Tommy. "What?" Tommy started to stand "I told ya he was gonna throw us out -- throw YOU out I mean --" "Ain't throwing anybody out" Mort gave Lou a steady look "especially such an impressive representative of the brotherhood." "The what?" Lou looked like someone slapped him in the chops. "Firefighting brotherhood" Mort nodded at their sweaters "sorry I can't claim membership in--" "You a firefighter?" Tommy now had two reasons to be on damage control. "Former" Mort picked up their beers and tossed them together with the napkins "outa state. As for the... other brotherhood" Mort's eyebrow raised enough for Lou to catch "well I ain't a card-carrying member but..." "But?" Tommy looked back and forth between the two, watching the sparks fly. "Well let's say" Mort shooed them away from the bar "your table's ready. Enjoy your... beef." Mort was over to the waitress before the two collected their wits enough to do likewise. He was talking to her, deciding the best of two opening tables for the guys when they joined their conversation. "Gentlemen?" she looked at them as Mort nodded "this way." "Thanks" Lou said to her. As they followed her into the restaurant he turned "talk to you later?" "Count on it" Mort waved them into the seating area. He turned hearing his name. "You Mort?" a huge black goliath was standing in the cue, blocking traffic in both directions. With him was who? his son? "Yeah, I'm Mort" he held out his hand, regretting it as soon as the monster took his hand, the grip enough to cause pain "hey!" looking down at his hand tightening in the shake. "Sorry" Bo said "but... I... Kroos..." "Damn..." Mort jerked with the sudden recognition "you mean, you? But I was expecting--" "I -- we -- he sent -- " "Come with me" Mort pulled them out of the corridor. The flow of patrons returned with a whoosh! as Mort directed them towards the back "wait!" "Somethin wrong?" "Are you hungry?" "Y'gotta ask me that?" Bo looked down at himself "I'm ALWAYS hungry!" Mort grabbed the attention of the hostess returning to her station "that other table still open?" "Yes but I was going to--" trying to ignore the overdressed immaculate couple signaling their objection. "These are my guests" Mort steered them back towards the dining area "where?" "Number seventeen" she yelled out, the patrician couple almost having a fit of apoplexy, their table was being usurped by those... those types! Mort knew once they received their complimentary appetizers they would be none the worse for wear. "But..." Klu looked around at the fancy clientele, not sure what to do "Unc?" "You two are my guests" Mort steered them towards their table, one of a set of semi-private "romantic date" tables along the far wall. Two couples nearby turned and stared; Mort nodded at them and smiled, as he sat Bo and Klu with a flourish. "Marcy?" Mort waved the waitress over "these two are guests of the house." "Good evening" she gave them menus "something to --" "Yeah!" Klu tried but Bo kneed him under the table. "Cokes for both of us" Bo drilled the look into Klu "he ain't old enough to drink." "Two cokes for our guests" Mort looked around, seeing where Lou and Tommy were seated "and anything else they wish" looking at Klu with a certain close inspection "as long as it's non-alcoholic." "Daaaaannng" Klu tried, but smiled at Mort "thanks, it's cool." "We don't have time for..." Bo looked at Mort "for a full meal but..." "Of course you do" Mort looked at the waitress "bring them some shrimp for appetizers" to Bo "we have time" checking his watch "it's only a bit after six-thirty." "When we... y'know..." looking at Marcy's figure walking away "Kroos didn't..." "Any time after seven" Mort caught Lou checking him out "if that's alright with you?" "Hell sure, that's fine" he looked at Klu "so we don't have to gulp down our food in like five minutes?" "Like I said" Mort returned his attention to Klu "enjoy whatever you wish on the menu. And please take your time. We don't want you getting... cramps" and he started to leave. Behind him he heard Bo chuckling, but silence from Klu. Okay I have to investigate this before the situation gets strange even for a Friday, Mort told himself as he went over to the table where Lou and Tommy were burning through several plates of appetizers. "I hope you are finding everything to your satisfaction" Mort loomed over their table, then leaned down so as not to broadcast their conversation to the adjacent tables. "Y-ye-yeah" Tommy tried with a mouthful of clams "thanks" then washing it down with more beer. "The food here's awesome" Lou lifted his eyes from his steak tartare to Mort's chest "and the ambience ain't too shabby either...ouch!" as Tommy kicked him under the table. "Will you cool it?"he concentrated on stealing some of Lou's crabcakes "Mort here don't want--" "Want what?" Mort looked at Lou, seeing the weak link. "Don't mind me" Lou grabbed the last crabcake before Tommy could make it disappear like the last two "I just do crazy stuff sometimes." "Oh? Well I guess that depends on what you mean by... crazy?" "Ignore him" Tommy was attacking the breadsticks next, one hand grabbing that bottle like Lou would pull it from him any second "he just likes to push people's buttons?" "Oh is that all?" Mort burned his gaze into him. When he caught Lou check out his crotch, he returned the favor "I thought it was something... crazy." "Like?" going for the button. "You spilled something" Mort looked down at Lou's crotch. Lou jerked and looked down as well, expecting to find the missing crabcake messing his jeans. But except for a few crumbs he was intact. "What?" Lou looked back to Mort, seeing him wink at Tommy. "Dude!" Tommy smiled "he got you back!" "Funny sense of humor..." Lou's smile was replaced by something serious "for a married guy." "Hey, I'm guessing it's nothing you are not used to" seeing Tommy watching the exchange like some freaky tennis match. "I'm used to it alright" Lou backhanded "but then there's not a lot I ain't... used to." "That's right" Mort watched Lou cover his lap with his hand "you're the crazy one" then to Tommy "and what are you? His straight man?" Tommy coughed out a bit of bread, hitting the table a loud plop. Mort offered him a glass of water, but Tommy had his bottle to his mouth as fast. "Yeah he's the straight one" Lou underlined the word "me, I'm the--" "Crazy one, I got that" Mort watched the two of them have a heated unspoken exchange in a sign language unique to their table "but I'm still trying to figure out..." "Figure out what?' "How crazy?" "You want to..." Lou speared Tommy with a checkmate glance "find out?" turning his attention to Mort. Or rather Mort's fly. "Takes crazy to know crazy" Mort shoved his gaze back to Lou's hand in his lap "but I'm thinking your idea of crazy is maybe kidstuff compared to my idea of crazy." "Try me" and there it was. Lou backhanded the return across the net, right at Mort's balls. "Naw..." Mort smiled his best rattlesnake smile, nodding at the table next to them "my guess is for a fireman" quick glance at Tommy's shocked face "firemen! that such fine... specimens" whispering the words "of upstanding respectable high-profile manhood wouldn't dare." "Like I said" Lou looked at Tommy finish his beer, his own hand face down on the table, pushing his unspoken objection towards the edge "try me." "I can't remember the whole joke" Mort looked around, and crouched down so only they could hear "but the punchline goes: A fireman out of uniform still is recognized. By his... hose" and Mort stood up, waiting for the sound of the tennis ball hitting Lou between the eyes. "Well..." Lou looked at Tommy turning red "y'need CPR over there?" "Now you're getting the idea" Mort noticed the waitress signaling him. "I'd like to hear the rest of that joke" Lou felt the kick to his shin, ignoring it "either in uniform, or... preferably... out." "One hose..." Mort looked back at Tommy as he left "or two?" and was gliding away. Behind him he heard the sounds of entrees hitting their table. "What is it?" Mort was at the hostess station, her signals almost urgent. "Jerry's looking for you." "Almost forgot" Mort went back to the bar, picking up the slack on the left side, seeing Jerry spinning and pouring as fast as he could. "Sorry Jerry I got sidetracked" Mort started easing the congestion at his end, filling orders and collecting cash with both hands. "Busy ain't it?" "How're the tips?" "Couldn't be better" he smiled "but that not why I called you back" he nodded at a knot of guys at the far dark end of the bar "your Friday night poker buddies are here." "Damn" Mort looked over and nodded when they saw him "how long they been here?" "Five minutes. Ten tops." "They... say anything?" "Just to let you know they're here" Jerry looked at Mort "problem?" "No thanks" Mort put down his rag, drying his hands. He went over to the group of five guys, shaking their hands, a low rapid conversation ensuing among them. The gentlemen finished their drinks and Mort was getting ready to show them to the back when his beeper went off again. He excused himself and went back to the hostess station, seeing someone talking to the hostess. He almost did a double-take, seeing the blond head from the back. Even when the guy turned to follow the hostess' pointing, Mort could not get the shock off his face! "Ha-" he came close enough to shake his hand then he was really shocked! "Ha-have we met?" "Mort?" the guy shook his hand, seeing the total panic on Mort's face "you Mort?" "Y-y-yes" Mort looked closely, the resemblance was startling "Ha-?" "The name's... oh shit" Harry looked around, then he steered Mort away from the pressing crowd "no point using a fake name. It's Harry. And you are Mort right?" "Y-ye-yes" Mort felt himself being steered towards the bar. As he approached the line of stools, his associates intercepted him "Harry? Did you say Harry?" "Yeah, that's right" Harry looked around "real nice set-up -- I mean place -- y'got here? You own this place?" "He is one of the owners" one of the group stepped forward and approached the two "I am one of his partners. Mister Jones" he held out his hand. Harry heard the accent and knew his evening was starting before he was braced for it. Until he heard that accent he could not connect the dots between what he went through the night before at the docs' and now here at this steak house. He almost expected that Joel kid to come through the crowd wearing a waiter's outfit. But his crotch was in a big hurry to get this over with. Even if this Jones guy -- all six feet of him -- was on of the players. The stern grizzled face on this thug could intimidate half the force, he thought. "Mister... Jones" Harry looked at the hand, not shaking it "so Mort any way I can maybe get a drink before..." "Jerry!" Mort called out "a drink for my... poker buddy here... on the house" and directed Harry to a vacant seat, the group circling him like birds of prey. Or else blocking his escape path. "If you'll excuse me a moment" Mort broke away from them "these gentlemen will bring you up to speed on tonight and answer what must be a thousand questions" and he was gone, hearing something like "so you know Kroos?" echo behind him through the clinking of glasses and low-level banter coming from the bar. Mort went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face, trying to get the pounding in his chest to slow down to some less-lethal level. Holy cow! he looked in the mirror, Hank's brother? The guy is Hank's BROTHER? Kroos did not warn him who the guy was gonna be! And the scene with Hank, with Soulman was still fresh in his head. He would have felt his dick give a lurch with the image had he not been so spooked. Well, no way no fuckin WAY was he getting involved with the activities tonight! Then bang it hit him like a runaway semi! Soulman's brother is here? And those two, that huge dude Bo and what? his son? All THREE??? Mort took a fast piss, washed up and flew out of there. He went to his office in a flash, yanking the phone off the table. He called the docs' office hearing it ringing and ringing, but then got the recorded message. Was anyone there? Of course they were there, he told himself, but too busy to get back in their clothes and answer the fucking phone! He slammed it down, chewing his nail, pacing the room. Well there's another way, he told himself, and I won't have to get up on that stage, not with that black hercules big enough to break him in two. He went to the file cabinet, spun the combination into the lock, and withdrew some papers. Crazy? Y'wanna see crazy? He went back to the bar, but as he suspected, the group had left to set up their little poker game. Jerry signaled him, and Mort nodded back. Yeah, I see they're gone. He held up four fingers. Back in four minutes. Jerry would have to wait; he had the makings of a major disaster to intercept. Or rather, a three-- no, five-car pile-up to arrange. When did his life become so complicated, he asked himself. He strolled back into the dining room, the hostess trying to get his attention. His prayers were answered; the two firemen were still there. "Wasn't sure if we'd see you back" Lou started as Mort approached their table. "I work here remember?" Mort returned the volley. "Listen... about before" Tommy said with a mouthful of chocolate cake and what? a mixed drink to wash it down? "don't mind Lou here, he's just--" "Crazy" Mort interrupted "ya, I keep hearing that. But I still trying to get at how crazy." "Like ya keep hearing" Lou pushed away his plate, chocolate stained but clean down to the design "try me." "You sure you want to go there?" "Hey remember we're fire fighters, we can take the heat." "We?" from Tommy. He saw Mort pull two pieces of paper from his vest pocket and put them on the table. Followed by a pen. "Very well. Please read this... but I suspect this might be too... crazy" he looked at Lou, or rather the napkin in his lap "even for someone with your... balls" looking around, seeing who was listening "and for just considering this, your meal tonight is compliments of the establishment. You may give me your answer in a few minutes. Now if you'll excuse me--" "This is a joke right?" Lou had read enough to get an idea of what Mort meant by "crazy" and he hated to admit it. He was way way out-crazied all of a sudden "right?" "No it's not a joke. If you are not--" "No! I mean this!" Lou pointed to a figure in the second paragraph "that's a joke, right?" Mort looked where his thick finger was jabbing, "that is correct." "You're kidding me right? Ain't you forgetting like a decimal point or something?" "No that's the correct amount. One moment please" and Mort walked away from their table, intercepting Marcy as he did. He pointed at the table, and initialed the check she produced. Next he went to the table where Bo and Klu had finished their meal, and were sitting on pins and needles, not know what to do or where to look. "Sorry to keep you waiting" he looked at Klu who was holding up well, considering "did you enjoy the meal?" "Man it was awesome" Klu looked at Bo "well it was." "So now you want us to...?" "Are you sure I can't get you anything else -- coffee? well if you are finished, please follow me" Mort helped them from their chairs, their bellies full and and round. Very content and very nervous at the same time. Bo knew what was coming, and so did Klu. This was something they had been discussing all week. When Bo first brought up the subject, Klu freaked. So Bo let it drop, until Klu brought it up next. Back and forth they went, until Bo got the idea Klu was more interested in the proposition than he was. At least regarding the money part. And Bo did get an assurance from Kroos, or rather someone Kroos was in discussions with, the incident would be private. The tapes would be held for his final approval. Bo wanted to make sure not even his own family would recognize them after the special effects team doctored the images. But Klu did not care about the anonymity of it all; for him it was about more sex than he could hope to handle all rolled into one big giant fuck-fest. And the more Klu got a taste of drilling Bo's butt, the more he wanted to do it on a twenty-four seven basis. Bo realized too late he had created a full-blown sex fiend. Or at least that's what Klu was convincing him. So when Bo wanted to know what Klu was up for Friday night, Klu had a hunch Bo had finally caved in. All the way out to the restaurant Klu was acting like a kid on Christmas Eve. Bo was almost as eager, but his years gave him a certain reserve Klu would never match. Mort directed them into the kitchen, their eyes taking in the bustle of the staff flying around them. Klu tried to "sample" a few items on the way, but Bo grabbed him and pushed him after Mort. When they were down the hall, and at the double doors, Mort opened on of them with a gust of warm air, ushering them in as another of the partners took it from there. Mort was back down the hall, through the kitchen and into the dining room adjusting his tie in record time. "Well gentlemen?" Mort came over to their table "I expect you have come to the realization our ideas of crazy are quite different." "This is real, right?" Lou looked at him, then at Tommy "I mean 'real' real." "Obviously, you have decided not to--" "Not so fast not so fast" Lou was still uncomfortable with the idea of someone showing him up. Especially in front of Tommy "we're still thinking--" "We? Stop saying we!" from Tommy, his fingers tearing the napkin into confetti, his drink empty in front of him. "Okay" Lou unfolded the paper again "this here" still he was focused on that figure "that's for... y'know both of us right? Not just--" "No that amount is for each... participant. Both of you would get that sum." "Damn" Lou muttered "see I told you!" "Lou this is crazy!" the fingers were tearing and tearing, a bit clumsy now with all the alcohol starting to take effect. "Crazy? This is more than crazy? This is..." Lou looked up to Mort "damn what's five stages past crazy?" "How about... impossible?" "See?" Tommy finished with the confetti and went to work on the sugar packets "he's just fu--I mean playing you." "I assure you this contract is quite legal. Would you prefer cash or cashiers check?" "What? When?" "Well you understand it would take time to come up with that amount of money. Let's say not until... after you've dressed again" Mort leaned in. Tommy was not looking at Lou. "Tommy..." Lou was keeping his own eyes on the paper "you know you ain't gonna make this much dough in--" "What about you?" "I already made up my mind" Lou reached for the pen, but held it "what about you?" "C'mon Lou y'know I ain't--" "No one needs to..." Mort looked at him "be... or do anything if they do not want to. It is strictly a business arrangement." "Some business" Tommy was piling the sugar into his saucer, a lopsided expression on his face. "C'mon Tommy it'll be..." "Fun?" "Crazy! It'll be crazy! Hell... admit it. You'd consider it for half that pile of cash." "Shut up" Tommy snapped and then burped, noticing a few people glance their way. "If you decide not to... participate, I'm sure Jerry can keep you entertained at the bar while Lou here..." "C'mon Tommy. Just think about it! The boat!" "What about my boat?" his eyes spun around, full of panic. "Chill okay? C'mon you could have that thing finally paid off! Like now okay? And still money for that Labor Day weekend you two were talking about? And enough left over for fuckin Christmas!" "Damn..." Tommy finished with the sugar. He went for the swizzle stick next. "C'mon it'd be something to tell the grandkids about!" "Real funny" Tommy curled his lip. "And that's why you're the straight man" Mort cut in "and one 'crazy' night does not change that, right?" looking to Lou. Tommy saw them ganging up on him. "C'mon bud" Lou took the pen and signed it "so when's this happening? Soon as this week?" "How about" Mort checked his watch "fifteen minutes?" "Hey I'm the comedian here" Lou handed him the paper. Even if this was a big joke, he had the last laugh. "Very serious" Mort looked at Tommy "I can understand your reluctance" he showed him Lou's signed contract held in his left hand, his own wedding ring shining in Tommy's face. "You... y'know... really married?" "Very. You want to see the legcuff?" Mort joked. When he heard Tommy laugh as well he knew the dam had been breached. "And y'know... this stuff doesn't..." "It's a business. And no it doesn't change anything." "C'mon Tommy" Lou looked at him, then punched him across the table "be a pal." "I know I'm gonna regret this..." "Boat payments? Holiday getaway? What's to regret?" "Daaaaaaammmnnnn" Tommy picked up the pen and signed his paper "hell if you are so quick to do this shit, how bad can it be right?" and handed it to Mort, who put both into his vest pocket. "Okay now you were serious about this... like this going down now?" "Very serious" Mort stepped back so they could get out of their chairs. Then the lightbulb went off "wait." "What?" Tommy froze in mid motion. "Obviously you're both off duty, right?" "Right..." Lou looked at him "why?" "Come with me" and he led them out of the dining room and into the kitchen. Once they had the din of the room to drown them out he started, "okay remember the joke before about the firemen?" "Some joke" Tommy looked around. Here? They want us to get naked here???? "Okay, I made it up. But the part about the uniforms." "What about it?" "You guys have regular outfits right? Helmets, coats, boots--" "Yeah we got the whole deal--" "Paid for it out of our own damn pockets if ya wanna know." "What?" "Volunteer department remember?" "Could you..." Mort watched a platter of food pass them "maybe borrow your outfits... for tonight?" "What?" Lou almost laughed "I thought the whole thing was about us... y'know... out of our clothes." "Well could you?" Mort looked at Lou "okay it was a crazy idea..." "No well... maybe..." "How long would it take to... y'know, get to the station, get your gear and come back here?" "Lou!" Tommy backed into a counter to steady himself. "C'mon Tommy it's kinda funny... in a weird way." "It's weird all right." "Who's on duty tonight?" "Dunno. Probably Bill and Jim and the rest--" "Jim! Perfect! He owes me I don't know how many favors" Lou looked around "where's a phone?" "Lou what are you DOING?" "Something crazy. You know me." Mort directed them to his cluttered office. Lou was on the phone to the station, and in a moment or two had Jim on the line. It took a bit of talking, Lou making up a story about meeting these two chicks who wanted to see them in their fireman's gear. When he added "and out of it" they all could hear Jim's laughter loud and clear. Lou reminded him of the last seven favors and it was a done deal. Lou hung up and looked at them "he'll be here in fifteen minutes. Hell you got another of those forms?" "What?" from the other two. "Just yanking ya" Lou looked at Mort. "Don't you dare tell Jim -- " Tommy looked at the office, a real office. Somehow it reassured him this could not be as bad as the scenarios his racing mind was throwing at him one after another. Seeing this office cluttered with papers, some letterheads he even recognized, he had to conclude this would be no worse than some of those calendars his wife and her sisters kept teasing him about. Okay, he probably had to dress up in his outfit, then strip down to... shorts, right? They take some pictures, it was done. And maybe, just maybe there might be a bare butt pic, or even... the thought of showing dick for the camera seemed too weird. He tried to remember what he read on the form, but the only part he could recite from memory was the part about the payment! "I ain't tellin him shit, you crazy?" "No, you're the crazy one" Mort directed them out of the office. This time he took them back to the reception area by way of the hallway. He was almost tempted to give them a quick look at the stage area. But that would come soon enough. "Gentlemen I don't think either of you would mind a drink while we are waiting for your friend" directing them into the bar area. He found them seats and watch them order, another beer for Lou, another mixed drink for Tommy. "If you excuse me" and he went back to the hostess, alerting her to the arrival of their friend "just page me when he's here" and he was back at the bar, filling them in, at the same time filling several drink orders as Jerry looked very relieved to have some assistance again. It was not long before the beeper went off. Tommy saw Mort leave for the entrance and turned to Lou, "We really gonna do this, huh?" "Yeah we're really gonna walk outa here rich" he slapped him on the back "you got that right." "But... y'know..." Tommy looked around, making sure the person on the stool next to him was not listening "Like I'm a pro at this. Okay maybe this whole thing, y'know posing and shit, hell it's kinda a big ego trip but I swear Lou! I never did any shit like this before!" "And I did?" Lou rolled his eyes "okay once... but--" "You let someone take pictures of... you?" "Yeah no big thing." "But like... naked?" "Like I said no big thing" he winked "but he thought it was big enough." "You see? That's what I'm talkin about!" Tommy emptied his glass and losing an ice cube in the process. Before he said a word Jerry was putting a fresh one in front of him. He slugged it down like he just came in from a desert "you're always pullin my leg with this shit, just to see if I'm gonna believe any of it." "What if it's true?" "You'd do that?" "I did" Lou looked at Mort signaling them from the entrance, very happy Jim was not next to him "and will tonight -- we will tonight." "I never woulda believed this in a million years" Tommy got up chugging the last of his second glass "but now I'm stoked, I'm really stoked dude! Okay let's do some major crazy!" They joined Mort towards the front, seeing their two large red step-in bags almost taking up the entire hat-check room. "This it?" Mort looked at what Jim left "he said it was..." "Yeah that's the stuff" Lou picked up Tommy's bag and lifted it towards him. When they both had their heavy loads balanced they worked their way out of the crowd and back towards that hallway. "Still can't figure out why we need this" Tommy shifted it to his other hand once he had room to maneuver. "C'mon it's kinda kinky" Lou tried to jostle him but the bag was between them "wait!" "What?" Mort was almost at the door. "Our names are on these things!" "Oh that" Mort shook his head "not to worry. We're gonna be covering that up with tape, same as the city insignias --" "Too bad y'can't do the same for my face" Tommy was the first one through the door. "Butthead didn't you read?" "Read what?" "They gonna mess with our faces" Lou saw the expression on Tommy's face "no moron not like that. I mean digitally, they jam it up so it looks like instead of a face it's just a mess of colored dots. Right Mort?" "Much like a cartoon effect, with pixillation, but yes" he held the door as Tommy, and then Lou lugged their gear into the back stage area "so you got nothing to worry about." "So what do we call you?" Mister Jones and one of his assistants directed Bo and through the seating area and up to where the cameras were being loaded and positioned. Bo saw the set-up the second he came through the door. He was more concerned at the sophistication of the equipment than with the actual purpose of the stage. He was expecting maybe a work-out area, a bench, some weights, maybe a locker or two, but this? He almost whistled when he saw the amount of work -- and money! -- put into this set. He thought he was back at that tour he took of Universal Studios, what with these professional cameras, and a real honest-to-goodness locker room and everything. Through the doorway he thought he saw the bright white tiles of a shower area as well. What's next? A swimming pool? Handball courts? Nine-hole golf course? They went into the backstage dressing area, more than surprised to see another guy there, taking off his shirt. Bo thought they were in the wrong room at first, and then seeing he was already half-naked made the little hairs on the back of his neck start to tingle. He knew he should grab Klu and get the hell outa there, fearing it might be more than just the two of them doing a "exercise video" tonight. And when the guy turned to face them Bo had to do a double-take, surpressing the fact this guy was unbuckling his belt and getting ready to shuck his pants like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. Bo stopped dead in his tracks, almost rubbing his eyes, trying to convince himself he was not looking at Hank. He gave him the closest examination he could without the guy getting suspicious. So this was Soulman's... brother? cousin? nephew? Bo was nobody's fool; he kept his big mouth shut! As for Klu, his attention was not on Harry's face, but taking in the rest of his body as more and more was revealed. Since he never met the Soulman, or knew what was about to take place, he was oblivious to the implications. All he saw was this hot white dude stripping down in front of him. His dick was enjoying this no mistake! Bo and Klu looked around, then to Mister Jones for directions, trying their best to be all cool and casual about this. But Harry almost coughed up his drinks when he saw this huge man join him, and his loosened tongue almost said something stupid, thinking he was recognizing this hercules standing in front of him, who was doing of lousy job trying to hide he recognized Harry as well. Was this massive guy a carbon copy of that Willis dude from the station or what? If he was not Willis' long lost twin, then this black musclehead could fill the bill in -- shit! Harry pulled his pants back up, back on his feet in a flash, "Gotta talk t'ya" looking at Mister Jones. "You are changing your mind Harry?" "Wish I could" he grabbed Jones' arm "this way" and directed him out the door to the locker room area. The cameras were in place, the lights pointing at them as Harry wheeled Jones around so they were face to face "who the fuck is that?!?!" "Who?" "That big black dude, that's who?" "He's someone that has come to our attention. And he... and his... let's say son have agreed--" "Son? That's his fuckin son?" "Well let us say for the purpose of tonight's activities, yes. You and I can assume they are father and son, yes." "Damn" Harry sat down on the bench, trying to ignore one of the cameras coming around to him "don't tell me this shit's starting already." "Of course not" Jones looked at the cameraman, a slight exchange between them "they are simply doing preliminary checking of lighting and placements" he stood over Harry "now if you explain--" "Damn" Harry squinted up at this formidable adversary, trying to keep his mind off his ass itching and sore, his cock still begging to be released from its tormenting plastic cage. He was angry enough to do it! And after blowing several mega-loads maybe twenty-four hours previous, he sure as hell was still horny enough to take the gamble "so they're like father and son right?" "Let us say--" "Okay we pretend they are, for tonight, is that right?" "More or less." "And they're here to... like... do it?" "Do... it?" "I mean like have sex! With each other!" "Each other... or..." "ME!?!?!" Harry flew to his feet "no way that monster's gonna fuck me! Not a chance! You trying to kill me?" "That is not... well let us say, he is more skilled at performing other... roles." "Other?" Harry shielded his eyes from the lights "you mean? you tellin me... he takes it? Like up the butt?" "Well... and if he does?" "You mean... wow.... he's here to get himself filmed getting buckfucked from his own son? Or someone--" "You begin to see the potentials, but yes" Jones looked around "all you imagine will take place in some manner tonight. And... if you can perform..." "Perform?" Harry glared at him "real difficult for me to... 'perform' with my dick in a fuckin sling! As you fucking well know!" "That is why you are here, so your... indisposition can be taken care of, I assure you" Jones started to steer him back to the stage door "but if you cooperate tonight, after you have been relieved of your... device... you are free to perform with Bo in whatever manner -- " "Wait!" Harry stopped fast "you're not sayin you want us BOTH to take turns fuckin that huge monster?" "If you cooperate, yes" Jones tried to budge him but this time Harry was firm. "You sayin you wanna film his 'son' and me taking turns buttfucking him tonight?" "In a word, perhaps. That at least will be the agenda for tonight. Now we need to go backstage again so to get you dressed." "Wait!" "Now what is it, Harry? You have more concerns?" "Okay I know you told me, I was told by several people several times, our faces --" "Will be digitally altered, yes." "So if I have a moustache, you won't know or not?" "But Harry you don't have--" "Let's say I do, for example." "Well if you did" Jones looked at him carefully "then, yes, I would imagine that some sense of that would still be preserved, even with the alterations." "How about glasses? I mean eyeglasses?" "Well... yes I would imagine those as well" the expression on Harry's face gave Jones a pause "what are you trying to say Harry?" "Damn..." he looked around "I don't suppose you have any kind of make-up or anything, I mean any sort of... props. Just lying around here, do you?" Jone had a quick conversation with one of the cameramen in a low foreign language, "What are you looking for?" "A moustache, a black moustache. And glasses, black-rimmed glasses for our black hercules in there." "Why?" "Just humor me. Do you?" "I will see" and he disappeared through the door. Harry sat there, shirtless and burning under the lights. He did not know if they could pull this off, but if they did, he might be able to pull off some kind of nasty revenge on that Willis bastard. Twice Harry's name has been offered for some jobs and twice that bastard had vetoed him. Harry knew he could have swung that promotion, but that Willis bastard seemed determined to bust his chops. And for no damn reason! Well, that guy in there, Bo? was similar enough to Willis to almost pass. Maybe he was bigger and in much better shape than Willis, but with a moustache and glasses the "missing twin" could pull off the charade. Harry was about to go over to the guy at the console and see what was up when Jones returned, carrying what looked like a fishing tackle box. "Would these do?" he produced several styles of moustaches. "Do? Oh yeah man, this one will definitely do" picking one of the three Jones offered "now about the glasses..." "Those might be more difficult" Jones removed a tray, and there were several styles of glasses and sunglasses, as well as what looked like swim goggles and even something Harry guessed were something a miner might wear. Or a welder? He dug through the selections, seeing nothing that would work. "Like these" Harry pulled a pair of glasses from the tray "but with black rims, thick black rims like, I don't know, some egghead computer nerd would wear." "Egghead?" "Y'know, a librarian, or accountant. A real poindexter okay?" "Poindexter?" The guy behind the console yelled something. Jones laughed at the word, understanding the slang then. He excused himself and went to the darkened area in back where Harry assumed the other men were finding seating. He heard some arguing then Jones returned. "Would these do?" and he offered a pair of glasses. Harry looked at them and laughed. "Perfect! Where'd you get them?" "Let us say" Jones turned towards the stage door "one of our guests will have to find a seat closer to the stage. Now, please remove your clothes, all of your clothes--" "But!" "And put on those you find in this locker" opening one of the doors "when you have changed, you may sit there. And then we can begin." "But!" "You will also find refreshments on the inside shelf. It does get warm under the lights and we want to make you... comfortable. Now if you will excuse me?" and Jones was gone. Harry looked at the closing door, then the rest of the stage. He sat down in front of his locker, his back to the rustlings and bustlings behind him and the finishing touches to the cameras' positions and the sound and lighting were being checked for the fifteenth time. He heard several guys taking their seats on noisy folding chairs, and even thought he heard those double doors open and close a few times, but with the lights in place, he could not see past more than a few feet into the darkness. He gave one of the cameramen a look, but he just shrugged in response, tapping his watch. He stood up and started unbuckling his belt again. This was not what he expected, not in the least! When it came time to lose his shorts he did not know how to turn. He sure as fuck did not want anyone to see the miserable state his cock was in, all bent and trapped in that plastic trap, a pink pretzel twisted into a painful bow. Neither did he want them seeing the condition his ass was in, still blotchy from all the abuse yesterday. Just his luck he'd be bending over and they could get a look at how swollen his hole was still. Yeah that would look real impressive! He looked at what his "costume" for the night would be, expecting what? He was relieved to see it was not something totally degrading. Like a fuckin dress! Or worse, a fuckin cop's uniform! Before he got cold feet he pulled down his shorts and stepped into that jockstrap, ignoring the grunts behind him. He stepped into the running shorts, recognizing the logo from South High School. He smirked then pulled on the sleeveless sweatshirt displaying the same logo, looking through the emptying locker for something kinky or perverted he was also expected to wear. He was almost disappointed to find nothing more pornographic than a pair of running shoes. That and several towels. And several bottles of some type of sports drink. But that was all. Fuck, he chuckled to himself, what they want is me naked, not modeling a line of sportswear. Okay, I'll do the naked stud routine, he closed the locker, as long as my ass ain't on the receiving end of that black hercule's shaft. Piece of cake, he sneered, sitting back on the bench. He opened one of the bottles and downed half of it before he realized what it was. It was some lemon-lime flavored crap like he had drunk thousands of times before. But someone had been generous enough to spike it with a few shots of vodka! Harry finished the first bottle and opened the second, waiting for the show to begin. Harry sat there tying and untying his shoelaces, memorizing the scratch marks on the lockers, feeling the buzz from these drinks bring a familiar calm to him. He knew he could go through with it, as long as he never sobered up enough to realize what he was doing. Two days ago anyone suggesting Harry would be getting kinky with other guys would need a new jaw! Or maybe that nose job they always dreamed of. And to think he'd be doing that, and getting filmed at the same time? It never would have entered his range of vision. And now, here he was, sitting with one hand in his lap, seeing if his dick had gone dead again, the other wrapped around his plastic bottle. Hell, the worst thing Harry could imagine now would be dropping trou and they throw the mutant with the broken dick off this stage for ruining their show. Too bad for them, picking somebody who was not really porno material. But just getting a chance to see that Bo dude dressed to look like Willis, man that would be worth the-- Bang! Harry snapped out of his fantasy world at the sound of the stage door opening with a startling CRACK! He looked over and there was the kid, nicknamed Clue? and his "dad" coming into the locker room, and yeah, Bo was itching the recent addition to his upper lip as the glue dried. Harry had to look away to keep the grin off his face! Man, it was fuckin Willis in the flesh! Or rather what Willis should look like if he got his fat ass outa his chair and hit the gym like this monster apparently did. "Hey mister" Klu nodded at Harry as the two went to the other end of the bench and sat down, their gymbag props dumped on the floor in front of them. "Hey" Harry nodded back. Now what? Is there some kinda script? Is so they didn't fill him in. Let's hope these two got at least a look at the playbook. "Hey, y'don't mind if me and my... son here use the facilities?" Bo looked at him, almost stumbling on his line. Shit, let's hope they digitally alter his acting skills at the same time, Harry thought. "Ah... er... hell I guess not" like what if I said: no ya big goon, ya gotta leave now! "Thanks" Bo nodded back, then started removing his jacket. Harry noticed it was the same one he had been wearing before, not some prop. So how come he had to wear this costume with the athletic logos of that high school? Not that he minded. He was not sure what to do or where to look -- well not right at the cameras he was not that lame -- when the phone rang! Harry almost fell off the bench. It rang once, then twice then kept ringing. He looked at Bo expecting him to do something reckless like answer the damn thing. Fuck, he was the one only five feet away from that damn thing. When Bo gave him a look and nodded at the damn thing, Harry figured out the call was for him. Like who is hell would know to call him here? He lept for the phone thinking it was the station. Or worse. "Yeah!" he yelled into it, startled to hear an actual connection "who is this?" "You are doing fine, just fine... Harry" he recognized the voice of Jones. "Where are you?" Harry looked past the cameras by reflex before he stopped himself. "Yes I am here" and Harry swore he heard the echo from the back "now you must listen. We did not have sufficient time for... let us say a dress rehearsal. Or in your case a undress rehearsal" Harry heard the small chuckle. It made his skin crawl "and yes we have not forgotten about your little" again the chuckle "penis problem." Harry wheeled around to glare at that bastard, camera or no camera, "Okay what the--" "Temper temper, my fellow. Yes, I can assure you your deliverance it at hand. How you say, the cavalry rides to save the day. Or in your case, the penis." "You had your fuckin joke" Harry turned his back on the audience, too pissed to give them the satisfaction. "Not yet but soon" Jones continued "so while you wait for... your deliverance, here is what you must do." "I been waiting to hear--" "Well your wait is over" Harry was watching Bo, who looked pissed at him suddenly "your two... friends will soon be taking their showers. When they do you are to strip out of your clothes -- yes all your clothes -- and you see the weight bench there?" "Yeah I see it but--" "You are to lie down and use the barbells provided to improve the sorry state of those biceps for the cameras." "Fuck you!" Harry turned "my arms are fuckin fine!" and yeah, Bo was giving him a very nasty look "okay okay I hear ya... then what? What?!?!? You mean -- I gotta do what? and then? oh shit" he hung up when the line went dead. Bo was glaring at him. "Watch the mouth around the kid!" "What?" "We don't use that kind of language at our house" Bo looked at Klu, who was almost keeping from laughing. Bo delivered a swift kick to his shin "you got it?" "Hey I didn't--" "I don't want my boy here hearing all that sh- all your foul language, you read me?" "Fine" Harry went back to his spot on the bench, turning just in time to see Bo's wink. Harry just shook his head. Even though Harry was no puny weakling he was very glad to know Bo was just playing out his scene, especially when the shirt came off, followed by his undershirt. Harry stared out of the corner of his eye, seeing how the resemblance with Willis faded once he got a good look at the hugely developed musculature of the guy. Even after his shirt was off, Bo made a point of retuning those heavy glasses to his nose, and Harry could tell he was having a rough time seeing through the thick lenses. A few times his wrist banged into the locker as he misjudged the distance. Fuck, let's hope he don't gotta do anything with his hands tonight, Harry thought, like come near me! Harry sat there and watched the same performance as the cameras and the audience somewhere behind him in the darkness. First Bo stripped down to his white briefs, then waited as Klu did the same. Once they were both down to their last item, they stepped over the bench and faced the music. Almost in synch, they pulled down their briefs and stepped out of them, naked and sweaty under the lights. Bo caught Harry watching them, or rather their crotches. For Harry it was a case of amazing family resemblance, father and son or not, even down to the hefty uncircumcized cocks hanging there. He never had a chance to scrutinize uncut cocks like those before, hardly stealing glances at one or two guys at the department or Y but never up-close like this, and never on dark flesh like this. He suspected he was going to be very familiar with every inch of those ebony tubes before the night was over. "You gettin an eyeful over there man?" "No... I mean..." Harry looked down at his shoes, seeing a crack he had not memorized before. "Hell I don't mind" Bo gave himself a tug "guess this serious equipment runs in the family right?" and just like that he reached over and grabbed Klu. Right in the nads. Klu suppressed his jerk as best he could, as Bo's grip then went to the base of his cock "like father like son they say right?" Harry could not help but look, watching Bo give Klu's shaft a tug. And then it started to fill and lengthen, Bo's grip making the slightest movements to encourage it. Klu was staring at Harry, avoiding that one camera coming in closer. It was hard enough not to stare into the lenses without them pointing it up his dick, he told himself. So he started memorizing Harry's freckles. "Don't mind my kid here" Bo released his grip, allowing Klu's cock to start swinging forward "y'know what kids are like right?" "Y-y-y-yeah... I guess." "You tellin me you don't remember being so horny all you thinkin about was--" "Dad!" Klu did his best to look embarrassed, wrapping a towel around his waist, a projection lifting up the front. "Okay son" Bo elbowed him "let's get you under a cold shower. That should help junior there" and he found a towel big enough to wrap himself. The two headed into the shower room, leaving Harry to sit and make sense of what just happened. He was trying not to think about the night before, and how he must have looked writhing and moaning for the cameras. But the alcohol in his veins was helping him from jumping up and staggering into the night. When the sound of the shower, then two showers came on, he jumped. This dream was all too much an alarming reality, down to the sounds of wather on bare flesh and the sharp tang of chlorine coming through the open doorway. He knew what was expected next. He stood up and stepped over the bench, facing Klu's vacated camera lens. He was not surprised when it followed him to the doorway as he peered around the corner, spying on the two inside. His hand went to his shorts, pulling them down in the front, exposing the cup of his jockstrap. He started to massage the front, knowing full well nothing would respond. Fuck this, he thought, this ain't gonna get me hard. All it's gonna do is make me look like some fuckin perv, watching those two like I'm a peeping tom or shit. Just enough to make me look like a real scumbag. Just what they want. Well we'll see who has the last laugh! He pulled his shirt over his head, then yanked the shorts down to his ankles and pulled them over his shoes. When he was wearing only the jock he went to the weight bench as instructed and picked up the two dumbbells. When he lay down on his back he had to close his eyes so he was not staring into that camera staring up his crotch. He brought the dumbbells up and over his chest, his arms extended to the maximum. And he brought them together they collided with a loud metallic clang! He almost saw the guy at the console yank his headphones off, but that may have been wishful thinking. Again and again he lifted them over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms and chest warming to the minor exertion, almost smirking at their puny ten-weight size. But he knew it was all for show, so he made a point of straining and grunting. Once or twice he set them down to scratch himself, as the sweat in his crotch started to make the damn plastic thing very uncomfortable. Just when he was reaching under the pouch to scratch his balls he heard a voice, "Well that's sure a funny workout y'got there." Harry turned and there was Bo, naked and wet from the shower coming through the door. "Too hot in here for anything else" Harry delivered the line, getting it right the first time. Hell, it's not like he wanted to do any retakes. "Know what you mean" Bo went over and started rummaging in his locker, a puddle of water forming on the floor. "Too hot for this" Harry stood up. Facing Bo he pulled down his jock, dreading what line they gave him for the occasion. "Guess so" Bo looked at what condition his goods were in now. They had warned him beforehand, otherwise he could not have gotten out "I h-h-heard about those." "Really?" Harry was expecting anything but that, "how?" "I been threatening the kid in there" Bo found what he was looking for "if I caught him any more. Y'know playing with it." "What?" "Y'know how kids are. Remember always sneaking off any chance y'get?" Bo held the shaving kit in one hand, his other at his crotch "rubbing it and playing with it? Like y'just invented jerkin off or somethin" and giving himself several tugs, the skin peeling back and forth over the head, just to demonstrate his point "remember?" "Yeah I guess so" and Harry did as instructed. He stood there facing Bo, tugging at the plastic cage. The two stood and pulled on their dicks for each other long enough for the camera to get in position for the next part. "My boy always thinks I'm playin with him..." "What?" that was not in the script! "I mean tellin him about that thing like yer wearin, but he ain't believin it" Bo nodded at Harry's moving hand "so when yer finished come take a shower. So y'can show him what they look like. So he knows I mean business" and just like that Bo grabbed the rest of the kit and headed back through the doorway. Harry sat back down on the bench, giving his balls a final scratch. Not in the script but man was that necessary. He saw Bo disappear around the corner of the half-wall, a puff of steam replacing him. Yeah, Bo with glasses all steamed up, and half-blind to boot! No way letting him get near me with that razor, Harry chuckled. He moved the weights to the corner, his balls and cock too wrapped to flap with his movements. Okay, let's get this over with, Harry thought, as he went over and again peered around the corner, pretending to be masturbating to the sight of those two in the shower. When he felt the camera got enough footage of that, he was more than happy to go to the last part. His final instructions were to join them in the shower and... well, as Jones said, follow their example. Harry took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway, not sure what he would find. But there stood Bo and Klu under the showers, looking almost normal. As normal as two naked soapy guys could look, dazzling and shiny, polished black marbled skin smeared with the white soap. Normal everyday thing, floodlights and all. Klu turned when he heard the sound of the third shower start. He looked over and sure enough, there was Harry with his goods in a knot, just like they told him. He tried not to laugh, and almost lost it when Bo grabbed his shoulder. Hard. "Don't make any comments boy" Bo started "but that there's what I been tellin ya about. Some mean-ass dudes gonna make ya wear that on your junior if y'keep havin those problems like we talked about." "But... un... dad" Klu almost said Unc "that would hurt!" "Hey mister" Bo yelled to Harry "my boy here wants to know if that thing hurts." "You better believe it hurts!" Harry raised his head from the stream "so you better listen to your pa there" he almost laughed at himself. Where did this hillbilly accent come from? Fuck if I care at this point, he thought, starting to shampoo his hair. With real shampoo! "See I told ya boy" Bo picked up the shaving kit "so mind yer manners unless ya wanna end up in one of those contraptions." "Oh I will dad, I will" Klu chuckled, more embarrassed by these bullshit lines than having to do any of the rest. "So I'm tellin myself you're overdue" Bo opened the shaving kit and brought out the can of shaving cream. "You're right... dad" Klu rinsed off and stepped out of the shower stream, turning it off as he did. When Bo started to apply a coating of foam to his chest, then up to his armpits, Harry almost lost his balance. And when he saw Bo slap a healthy handful to Klu's pubes, Harry freaked, "What! What are you doing?" "The boy here needs his shavin" Bo looked at Harry, or rather in his general direction, through the fogged glasses "ain't that right?" "Gotta" Klu looked down at himself. Of all the things they told him, this was the worst. Hell, when the guys see him like this next week, they're gonna make him no end of miserable! He could already hear Moose laughing his ass off! "y'know... for swimming?" "Swimming?" Harry took a step closer. Of all the sports Klu might be involved with, swimming would be last on the list "swimming?!?!" "Yeah... swimming" Klu looked at him, then back at Bo. When he saw him come at him with that disposable razor, he flinched like it was a hot poker "aaarh!" "No don't be squirming all over the place" Bo started to shave Klu's already smooth chest. Klu looked down, almost expecting to lose his left tit if this continued. And his squirming only made it worse. "Wait stop!" Harry came over to them, seeing Bo's hand ready to do some serious damage "wait!" "What's your problem?" Bo put the razor back to Klu's chest, starting to work down "you squeamish about--" "Hell no!" and before they could react, Harry took the razor from the blind man. Klu let out a theatrical sigh of relief "hell lemme do it! before ya hurt the kid." "I never hurt--" "Like last time?" Klu bit his lip "y'almost cut off my dick--" "Your mouth's gonna get washed out with soap boy, using language like that" Bo stood there, both hands full of shaving cream "especially in front of strangers like this." "It's okay" Harry started a slow stroking with the razor, his chest and belly offering no resistance. When Klu lifted first one arm then the next, Harry went with the program. He had never been in such close physical contact with someone this young, well at least not since he was that age. And never with someone like Klu, or Bo for that matter. Stroking and manipulating the rich dark skin was something very very foreign to him. And when he felt the plastic straps dig into his balls he was amazed he could have such a response touching this kid like this. When he finished the upper torso and the shaving went below the navel, Harry stood up, "Maybe you better do the rest Clue..." "Hell you don't mind" Bo tried not to look at the camera coming into position "do you son?" "N-n-no" Klu said. Not that he liked the idea of his goods being at the mercy of this guy with a razor. But he knew what was expected "no I don't mind." "Maybe..." Harry turned to Bo, but the foggy glasses stared back at him blankly. Whose idea were those? Oh yeah, mine, Harry reminded himself. Did I just put my foot in it or what? "you sure you..." "Go ahead" Bo folded his hands over his chest, the soap smearing his smooth black pecs, the down to his full shiny belly "just be careful." "No shit-- I mean no kidding" Harry waited for the reaction but nothing. Knowing this was the start of the "real activities" he crouched down and started smearing the foam over Klu's crotch and balls. When he started tugging at the hair, shaving it down to the wrinkling balls, he was not surprised to feel that cock pushing back against his hand. The more he shaved the firmer it grew. And grew. When he went to the other side and shaved the remaining hair from there, his hand could no longer hide the effect this was having on Klu's hardening cock. "Boy you ain't supposed to be doin that" Bo came closer, and before Harry could say anything, dropped to his knees next to him "remember what I said?" "I'm sorry pops" Klu looked down at the two guys in front of his dick. It gave several lunges and swung up to meet them "y'know I can't always help it." "Okay that should do it" Harry struggled to his feet, glad to get it over with. He rinsed the razor and put it back in the kit. "Son you ain't finished are you?" Bo's hands started rubbing around Klu's smooth pubes, then down to his balls "still feels... like you gotta..." and his hand went between Klu's thighs, back to his crack "bend over son." "What-- wait" Harry almost dropped the kit. "Gimme that shaving cream again" Bo held out his hand "we gotta finish the boy." "But not...!" "It's okay" Klu turned and leaned against the wall, spreading his stance "pops done this before." Harry smeared some of the cream onto his hand and came over to where Bo's hand was rubbing up and down Klu's crack. He was in no hurry to replace that hand with his own, but Bo grabbed it and started smearing both their hands up and down Klu's cheeks, and then between them. Once Harry realized he was not going to die of shock he let his hand be guided deeper and deeper into that dark crevice. And when Bo asked for the razor, Harry got it instead. He knew better than to give it to Bo. He crouched down and started a careful, painfully careful inching around that puckering hole, inches in front of him. He had never seen a butthole up close and personal like this, but he concentrated on what he was doing, careful not to nick anywhere. Before he knew it he had finished, even getting the area below Klu's balls. When he thought it was over, Klu stood up and turned, his soap-smeared hardon staring them in the face. "Ain't that a sight" Bo reached down and started rubbing his hands all over Klu's crotch "all nice and baby smooth like that." "Yeah I guess" Harry was putting the razor and shaving cream away fast before they thought of something -- or someone! -- else to shave. He was rinsing his hands when he heard Bo, "No c'mere and feel this" Bo grabbed Harry by the shoulder, turning him towards them "hell, boy here don't mind, do you?" "No pops" Klu turned the shower on again, trying to rinse his back. "See?" Bo directed Harry, and his hand, back to Klu's front. Harry's hand was placed on Klu's firm belly and pushed down. Soon two and then four hands were all over Klu's perfectly smooth balls and hard cock. Harry felt the cage digging into his flesh again, this time with a familiar urgency. His dick was trying to come untwisted but the straps were keeping it bent in two. This was not going to work, the damn thing had to come off! "You keep popping boners like that son" Bo's hands were all over it "and maybe you might need one of these contraptions, like this fella has. He ain't gettin all boned out are ya?" "Fuck no! I can't!" let him say shit about the language now! Now both of us are feeling up this kid like he's some prized whore. "Feel this, boy" Bo moved Klu's hand to Harry's front "what'd I tell ya?" Klu's hand was rubbing all over Harry's balls and dick, trapped as they were in the smooth plastic container. He felt Harry trying to swell, but it had nowhere to go. But that did not stop Klu from enjoying the continuing massage torture. "Please pops, don't make me wear that" Klu's fingers were digging and tugging "that dick can't even get hard in there." "That's the whole point einstein!" Bo's hands were alternating between Klu's front and Harry's now. And the occasional hand was starting to brush his own meaty cock and balls now and again "you are a quick learner, just like your old man." "Sure pops" Klu's hands were having a great time trying to get Harry to bone, enjoying the nastiness of it and very happy he was not the one on the receiving end for a change. Hell if the docs got a hold of something like this, those exams woulda been some kinda hell and worse! "Give it a good look, a real real good look boy" Bo applied a bit a pressure to Klu's shoulder, directing it down "so you ain't ever gonna forget." Klu released the grips on those two crotches, and felt someone's hands leave his own throbber as he slipped to his knees. With his face a few inches in front of Harry's crotch, he got a front-row seat of the agony this white dude's cock has to put up with. And it didn't take a lot of coaxing for Klu's tongue to find its way to those plastic straps. He crouched there, and gave a long intense tongue bath to Harry's balls and bent cockhead. Harry tried to pull away, but Bo's arm around his waist convinced him of the futility of that. "See boy? Even with you doin that shit with your mouth, this dude still can't get hard" Bo let Klu continue for a while then lifted him up "you believe me now?" "I believed you before pops." "So I'm thinkin it's fair why don't you return the favor now, bud" Bo's hands were at Harry's shoulders "go on." "No way! You don't expect me..." Man was the resistance futile. Bo had a curious way of doing his persuading when he needed to. And at that point, Harry did not need his arm broken. He got all the shock out of him back in the locker room, when the phone call narrated a list of "suggestions" he was expected to do. He had been hoping all that would be sooner, not later. After this damn thing was off his cock, not like this. Harry dropped to his knees and got that up-close-and-personal look at the kid's smooth shaved crotch, his long hard cock only a few inches in front of his nose. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the warm hard flesh, skinning the foreskin back and forth over the bright red head. This was the first time his hand ever touched an uncircumcized cock. He was amazed at the feel and the texture of the flesh, the novelty of all that loose skin just sliding up and down the shaft. The more his hand pulled at it, the more the head swelled and throbbed, the piss slit opening and closing every time it pushed free of the wrapper. Before his brain could catch up with his pounding chest, his face was "persuaded" towards that cock pointing straight at him. Klu grabbed Harry's head and pulled it the last few inches towards his sensitive, over-charged meat, feeling the bared head bang into Harry's mouth. Harry tried to twist away, his brain registering the signals at last, realizing he was about to have a cock shoved into his mouth. In all his life he never ever went down on a cock and the thought almost made his stomach give a lurch. So when the head pushed into his lips and forced them apart, Harry knew this was not right, blowing a kid, a black kid at that! and being filmed doing it? But the straps on his cock and the chemicals pumping through his veins forced his jaws apart, the hot spongy head finding his tongue, rubbing against it back and forth in short quick jabs. Harry's eyes started tearing, spit running out of his mouth as more and more inches of that hard cock were easing in and out of his mouth. Harry felt his head spinning as his mouth was crammed full of smooth, squeaky-clean black teenage meat. Somehow Harry was guided down to his hands and knees, Klu following him down to the wet tiles, kneeling and thrusting his cock again and again into the dude's hot mouth. When Bo saw Klu's thrusts getting faster and harder he slipped away to the locker room and came back with a tube of lube he found waiting for him in his locker. He dropped to his knees next to Klu, replacing Klu's with his own cock in Harry's mouth, handing the tube to Klu and directing him to lube up that dick of his. Klu had a moment of uncertainty when he saw the green goo squeeze into his hand. He came around behind Bo but his uncle shook his head, gesturing to Harry. Or rather Harry's other end. Klu's expresssion went from disappointment to shock to delight in two seconds flat. Bo grabbed Harry's shoulders and kept him pinned on his thickening cock, the head alone doing a good job of keeping Harry silent. Harry's tongue was busy enough working that foreskin, slipping under its looseness and sliding around the semi-soft head beneath it. The texture was somewhat like the tenderest steak Harry ever tasted, and the more he rolled it around in his mouth, the more he thought this task was so much easier than that hard stabbing from his kid's eager cock. And the more his tongue explored and teased, the more the texture kept improving, growing more resistant to his pressing and squeezing. Damn, this huge hercules is starting to get off being blown! When Harry felt the cold slippery fingers at his ass he tried to pull away from them fast. All that did was force his head further into that huge slab of rubber pipe, gagging him before he pulled away to catch his breath. As soon as he pulled in a gulp of moist air, he gasped again as a finger entered him! He tried to pull away but Bo's hands on his shoulders moved under him around, the big arms wrapping around his mid-section, pinning him where he knelt. When the second and then third fingers entered his sore hole, and he felt that familiar tingling and itching returning, he knew what was coming. Even more he knew struggling and resisting would have little effect, with this muscle-bound goliath allowing him no room to maneuver. All he could do was relax his ass and brace for the invasion. When he felt the bluntness of the kid's cock at his hole, he eased back into it, knowing he had to get this over with. It pushed past his ring with a lunge, and Harry yelled with the pain. Bo's response was to fill that loud opening with his cock again, that warm tongue feeling too damn sweet! Harry did all he could to relax as another inch or two of Klu's steel-hard cock slid into him, coated with enough of that green goo to keep them both crazy for days to come. Harry felt it sliding in, the pain subsiding once he got the idea this dick was not doing any more damage than what he dealt with the night before. When it hit that knob inside him, his own cock gave a lurch. He was too busy filling up with cock at both ends to notice his front flooding with bright yellow fluid as his bladder started pumping piss all over him and splattering down to the tiles and towards the drain. Klu and Bo were both too busy getting their dicks wet to notice it either. All three were locked in a pile of joined flesh to pay much attention to the cameras moving around for close-ups, zooming in for shots of black cocks pounding white flesh in tandem. Just when their rhythms were getting in sync, Harry almost choking between them, all hell broke loose! Red lights started flashing and deafening alarms started ringing out, shocking them back to see what they were doing! They opened their eyes to see the stage transformed into a panic scene! Cameramen were jumping and yanking at their heavy machines, the guy at the console was flipping switches, the flashing red lights replacing the stage lights, throwing the stage into a garish strobe-lit horror show. The three was too shocked at first, not registering what was going on, until someone started yelling "FIRE! FIRE!" Klu was the first to disentangle himself from the fucking and was struggling to get his feet under him when Bo tried to grab him, either to get his own balance or else to keep him from flying through the scenery. Just when they were about to get to a stable wobble, Harry lifting himself to one knee, they all looked up and to their horror two guys in full fire-fighting gear came flying around the far side of the stage! All five froze in total shock!