Date: Wed, 01 Nov 2006 20:43:03 -0600 From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com> Subject: The Exam chapter 60 Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy. Any emails or flames expressing outrage will be ignored. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to mtnuda@hotmail.com. Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally a warm thank you to all you guys (you know who you are!) who have taken the time to write with their comments and suggestions. Your emails remind me the story is as important to you guys as it is to these guys who are caught in the growing story. And yes, like the machines Kroos & Co have foisted upon this unsuspecting town, the story is quite addictive.And a great big "you're welcome" to C who has been sitting patiently with junior in hand waiting for this chapter. Now, back to our show -- Chapter 60 Friday Aug 9 evening "Okay you are holding the cards right now" Kroos turned to Joel once they got to the reception area "what do I have to do?" "What time is it?" Joel stood there not knowing what to do, or how to start the avalanche. Kroos looked at his watch "seven forty" he folded his arms over his large chest expecting Joel to jump him right then and there "well?" "Okay for starters you can leave the lab coat here" Joel was getting a low-grade fever just considering the possibilities, thinking about what he might be able to do. But to be honest he had no idea how to go about it. All he knew was his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest any second. He stood there while Kroos shrugged and removed his white coat and hung it on the coat rack next to the door. He turned back to Joel and folded his arms again. Joel walked up to him and put his hand on Kroos' chunky shoulder and started rubbing. His hand could feel the heat coming through the fabric of the white polo shirt from all those muscles trapped beneath. His hand went to Kroos' left bicep, which he flexed for full effect. Joel ran his hand under the sleeve opening along the line of muscle up to the point where the hairy trap started. Kroos just looked at him. "Do you want me to remove it?" Kroos started to pull shirt free of the waistband. When it was free he started to pull it up his stomach. "Stop" Joel grabbed his hands and held them chest high. He pushed them away and the bottom of the shirt fell past his pants. Joel's hands went up and underneath the loose fabric, rubbing the hard full belly, his fingers tangling in the mat of fur going up from his navel up to his pecs. His hands found and started rubbing Kroos' nipples. It wasn't long before they were two hard erasers under his fingers and Kroos was breathing deeply. "Man..." Joel wallowed in the texture and the scent of him "I've wanted to do that since that night you took off your shirt for me." "Is that what you want?" Kroos reached for the bottom again. "No just stand there like that a second. Lemme look at you." Joel took a step back to take it all in. And to keep his hands off Kroos' torso. The white shirt hung straight down from his large pecs, until his belly bowed out the front. Kroos saw Joel's gaze and sucked it in and threw out his chest, flexing his arms as he did. "Like this?" "Yeah... exactly like that" Joel was doing all he could not to jump him on the spot. And he had him for the whole fuckin weekend? The concept was impossible! Inconceivable! Mind-boggling!. His balls would be drained and empty long before then. A lightbulb came on. "Don't move" Joel opened the inner door. "Wait! Where are you going?" "I gotta piss. I'll be right back." "You want me to come too?" "No wait here" Joel stopped "and don't even think about leaving." "I will be here." Joel dashed down the hallway not caring how much noise he made. He went to the exam room door, knocked and whispered, "Billy...!" After a moment the door opened. It was the doc, "What is it?" "I gotta talk to Billy. It will only be a second." "We are busy - I mean almost finished." "Just a second doc." "Wait here." Another moment and Billy stuck his head through the door, "Joel?" "Billy I need something." "What?" he looked a bit flustered and Joel got the impression Billy's shirt was off. "Billy grab me one of those tubes. The green shit." "Joel!" Billy came forward, and yeah his shirt was off "what?" "Just do it. I don't care if the doc says something. Make something up. But I gotta have it." "Wait a second" and the door closed. Joel stood waiting there, shifting his weight from foot to foot. After about a half hour of waiting he sensed the evening slipping out of his control. Damn, Kroos is getting away, off to rat him out on those damn "business partners". By the time he gets outside they'll be waiting with the trunk open, a body bag with his name on it! He had taken a step to leave when the door opened and Billy's head popped out, "here!" and out came the hand with a fresh unopened tube. It had the blank white label like the others. "Thanks! It's for tomorrow!" and Joel was gone slipping it into his pants pocket. Billy started to say something but went back inside. Joel went out to the reception room expecting to find it empty. Instead, Kroos was sitting behind the table writing something on a piece of paper. Joel almost expected him to slam it into a desk drawer when he saw him. But Kroos looked up, "Give me one minute" as he finished writing something and left it folded inside the schedule book. "Leaving a ransom note?" Joel tried to kid. "Will I need one?" and Kroos was not kidding "are we ready?" "Yes, let's get out of here before you change your mind or something." The two walked down the stairs not saying anything. When they went outside Joel stopped, "Where's your car?" "Over there" Kroos pointed to the second row "the Jeep wrangler. Where is your car?" "Three down from yours... holy shit!" "What?" "That what I think it is? That the new--" "They call it the Rubicon" Kroos had to smile at Joel's tongue hanging out "new this year, yes." Joel almost got another lump in his pants seeing Kroos' truck, the top down, looking like a curiously gnarly set of wheels for someone like Kroos to be driving. But even more gnarly to be seen driving with Kroos next to him. "So what do we do?" Kroos cocked his eyebrow "both drive?" "No, my car can stay here" Joel started walking towards the truck "we're taking yours... and..." Joel held out his hand "I'm driving." "No wait" Kroos tried to think of several reasons why that was a bad idea. But he saw the look of pure determination, or was it lust? in Joel's face. As much as Joel wanted to get into Kroos, now he wanted to get into that new red truck more. Kroos hid a narrow smile. "Very well" he gave him the whole set of keys, car, house, the whole thing. He knew Joel was not going to steal it. That was the least of his concerns now. "But you need to be careful of third, it still tends to catch. You can drive a non-standard transmission can you not?" "Yeah I can handle stick" Joel took the keys and went around to the driver's side, smirking at his little pun. The doors were open and he got in. Kroos was not far behind. "And the brakes are noticeably soft, especially on right turns." "What else should I be worried about?" Joel started the ignition and backed out. In a flash they were out of the parking lot and heading north. Once they were moving Joel started to cool off. The evening was still muggy, even after the first wave of storm had gone through earlier. They were probably going to have another one later from how the air felt. Joel's shirt stuck to his body, but was cooling in the breeze. "Maybe I am the one who should be worried right?" Kroos could see how Joel was handling the truck -- his truck! -- well but he was not comfortable being the passenger in his own new vehicle. If this was any indication of how things things were shaping up he might not be ready for it "so where are we going?" "Where we are going is to get something to eat." "What?" "Don't know about you but I'm starving" Joel sat at the red light "and we're both gonna need all the strength we can get" his hand went out and grabbed Kroos' thigh. Kroos tried pulling away but Joel's hand stayed put. The light turned green and Joel turned right. He continued on for another mile or so, his hand making itself comfortable in Kroos' lap. Kroos kept his eyes on the road not sure where this was going. But he noticed they were leaving town as the quarry disappeared past them on the right. They came to the top of the hill, and Kroos tried to give Billy a questioning look, but Joel just nodded and continued on. When they pulled into the parking lot of a truck-stop restaurant at the expressway interchange Kroos' anxiety level decreased by half. "We are eating here?" Kroos sat there looking at the place. "Yeah what's wrong with it?" Joel turned off the engine and pocketed the keys. "Nothing I think" Kroos started getting out of the car, but stopped to tuck in his shirt "it is just I have never been here before. And we could go someplace more..." "More what?" Joel saw what he was doing "no, leave it like that. In fact..." Joel came around to his side and stood next to him "unbutton those buttons" he waited for Kroos to do it. "Why?" Kroos reached up, almost holding the collar tighter. He looked around to see who was watching, but traffic continued past as usual. "Cause you're hot" Joel did not smile, but Kroos recognized the look in his face. His hands hesitated "or you want me t'do it for you?" "Okay" Kroos looked around and unbuttoned the three buttons. The forest of chest hair poked out. "Yeah you are hot alright" Joel grabbed the shoulder of the shirt "and what would be hotter if y'lost these sleeves - " "What?!?!?" But Joel grabbed the fabric and ripped. As he hoped the seam gave way and the upper arm section pulled away from the shoulder. Kroos yelled, "Hey! What did you do that for?" "I told ya" Joel looked around as a middle-age couple were coming out of the restaurant. They saw the two and kept walking "now what's it gonna be? We can go in there like that, with one arm hanging off. Or y'can finish the job and rip the other off t'match. Do it Kroos!" Kroos gave him a mean look and then looked down at his ruined shirt. He saw the sleeve hanging so he had to finish the tear and finally the whole short sleeve came off. He tossed it into the back of the truck. "Look I could find another shirt to wear under the back seat." "I don't think I could control myself" Joel looked around "if ya strip down right here in front of me. Here let me" and just like that the other sleeve came apart. With some effort they got it off as well, except this time the tear extended past the armhole and a few inches down his side. "Now look I cannot possibly go in like this!" "You look fine" Joel tossed the other torn sleeve into the truck "not fine, hot!" and started for the door. He was half-way there "y'coming?" "Damnit!" but Kroos started walking. Joel waited for him and even opened the door for him, making sure he went in first. They walked in and took a couple of seats at the counter, although there were open tables everywhere. The place was thinning out after the dinner hour, with a couple of high-school kids as well as a few couples finishing their meals. Some truckers and other guys rounded out the stragglers. Joel was almost pissed he did not recognize anyone. Some of the non high-school customers gave them a look or two. "So is this what you want?" Kroos ordered some burgers for them and started on his coke. "More covered than I wanted" Joel lowered his voice "but I'll settle for this" he looked at Kroos' arms sticking out of the ripped shoulders and had to smile "this time." "This time?" "Maybe next time" he took a swig of his malt "we'll leave more out in the truck." The food arrived and they ate, talking a bit, eating a lot. After the first -- of three -- burgers, Joel headed for the bathroom, needing to piss in earnest this time. After he finished he found the phone and called his cousin Randy. He wasn't home. Joel hung up and had to think. Okay what was he gonna do? He has the stud of his wetdreams on a leash, and what? nowhere to take him? What the fuck? He could not go home with him. Mom, dad, meet my fuck toy! He's staying over, you don' mind do you? He stood looking at the wall, then tried one more number. It was Randy's cell phone. "Yeah!" he answered, loud music in the background. "Randy it's Joel!" he almost screamed into the phone "gotta talk to ya. Private like." "What?" he shifted the phone around "hang on..." and Joel was on hold. A half-minute later Randy was back without the noise "Joel, what's goin on?" "Randy I need a super favor, no make that a world-class favor." "What's going on?" Randy almost whispered "you ain't in trouble are ya? Don't tell me the shit's - " "Worse! I mean better. I can't explain now but I need your place tonight." "What?" "I need a place to go and I - I mean - we, if y'get my meaning, can't go to the rent's place." "What? Who is she?" Randy was smirking "you dog you." "Better'n that" Joel lowered his voice "can you stay somewhere else tonight?" "Yeah sure but..." Randy wanted dirt "who is it? Do I know... them?" "Yeah y'do." "So?" "I need your place for... ready for this?" Joel had to rub it in a bit "I got me a super-size order of Kroos on a stick!" "What?!?!!" shifted the phone again "say that again." "You heard me" Joel was out of time "so it's okay?" "You are so full of shit Joel!" "C'mon Randy I'm serious! Can I - we - use your place tonight? Yes or no?" "Yes! okay?" Randy wanted to know all "but tell me what's this all about? You mean Kroos? Like doc Kroos?!?!" "Yeah, signed sealed delivered" Joel looked down the hall seeing someone coming "I'll let myself in. The key's still there?" "Yeah it's there. But if you're bullshitting me Joel I mean it! You - " "Dead serious" Joel had to hang up fast "come back around eight in the mornin and see all the proof y'want" and he hung up fast. Joel went back out to the counter expecting Kroos to be gone. But he was sitting there, chatting with the guy two seats away. Luckily, or not, he looked like he was having a normal conversation. "So now what?" Kroos turned when he saw Joel return. When he did not even sit down again, Kroos stood up, "Call the office after the first" Kroos turned back to the guy, and reached into his pocket "sorry I left my cards at the office. You know the number?" "I can get it" the guy said and went back to his chili. "Good evening" Kroos said, and then to Joel, "well?" "Well that for starters" Joel pointed at the check. Kroos nodded and picked it up. By the time it was paid Joel was waiting at the door. "Okay you seem to be the boss. Now what?" Kroos stood there waiting for directions. "Back in the truck" and almost steered him bodily towards it. "Where are we going?" "You'll see" Joel jumped in the truck waiting for Kroos who stood there hesitating. After a moment Kroos got in. They headed out the parking lot and back down the highway. Well time to get this act on the road, Joel thought, still can't believe I'm getting away with it. And Kroos has been playing along with this willing accomplice act so far. Of course all they've done is chow down on supper, even if he made him sit there in a ripped shirt. But man he looked hot! Joel kept looking over at him, the wind rippling the torn armholes, all the hairs on his arms waving in the breeze like a damn field of corn. The hand went back to Kroos' leg, this time as high as his crotch, "You should not do that here. People can see." "Let'm" Joel was feeling cocky now. Cocky and very very horny. He realized he'd had every damn thing done to him today, including getting fucked in broad daylight by that Soulman dude. Well now he was going to deliver the goods to that Soulman, and then it would be his turn to be fucked. But that was not his concern right now. His concern was keeping from getting into an accident while his right hand was playing with the crease under Kroos' balls. He had never wanted to get into someone's pants more than he did now. By the time he got to his street he was ready to jump out of his skin! He pulled up in front of his house and turned off the engine. Kroos started to get out. "No you stay here. I'll be right back." "Are we not...?" Kroos' expression was pure confusion, made worse by the bad shadows from the streetlight. "I'll be back as soon as... never mind" Joel got out and came around to Kroos' side "and when I get back" he pulled at the sleeve opening "make sure this is in the back." "But..." Kroos' face was in half-shadow "what should I put on?" "No shirt, got it?" Joel stood there looking around "I wanna be able t'see that hairy chest all the way from the porch" and he walked around to the side and was gone. Joel let himself in the kitchen door, yelling to see who was home. As usual his mom was finishing up chores in the "family room" and his dad was working on his boats in the basement. A real couple of wild party animals, he chuckled. He told them he was staying over at Randy's. Again. Something he did at least once or twice a month. So they could go over stuff for next week. His mom registered maybe half of it. By the time his dad came upstairs to see him Joel had already packed some clothes into his bag, along with the items he really came home for and stuffed a few things from his pockets, included a now crumpled tube of gel, into the bag and was getting ready to go. His dad had a few questions about plans for the weekend, but Joel said they'd talk tomorrow morning. It took all of six minutes. Joel had an earth-shattering summer block-buster evening ahead of him and could not wait! He stepped outside, again struck by the mugginess of the evening. On the way to the car he pulled the sticky t-shirt over his head, the air cooling his skin. And what the hell! Kroos was sitting there as Joel instructed him. Shirtless and furry. Man what a pair of studs they would look now! Joel got into the seat and started the engine, "you look fuckin awesome!" and the hand was back in Kroos' crotch. "New dress code eh?" Kroos saw the half-naked Joel walking towards him out of the dark, knowing the fun was going to start soon. When Joel sat down and started playing with his crotch, he realized soon was now "now what?" "Let's get this show on the road" and off they sped for Randy's place. It was a ten-minute drive to Randy's apartment but Joel was rock hard before they got to the first stoplight. He was toying with Kroos' bulge, thinking of things to do, now that Kroos was in the cross hairs. But of all the things Joel wanted to do with him, do to him, he was most anxious to get him behind closed doors now. All to himself. They pulled into the parking lot for the apartments and Joel killed the engine. He was out of the truck, grabbing his bag in a flash. "Where is this?" Kroos was reaching in the back seat for something "you live here?" "No but we're staying here tonight - leave it" seeing Kroos reaching for another shirt "you don't need anything else." "But - " "Do it Kroos. Let's go." Kroos put the shirt back in the pile and got out of the truck. He joined Joel who was waiting for him under the light. "Man you have no idea how hot you look" Joel watched the shirtless torso appear from the half-darkness. The swirls of hair covering his front were getting matted with sweat, and his whole body was starting to glisten. Joel almost reached out but looked around, "let's get inside I can't wait" and turned to the lobby entrance. Joel tried the door but it was locked. Kroos gave him a look, now what? he gestured. "I'll get a neighbor I know to buzz us in" Joel was thinking fast. Yeah and if he ain't home, then what? This whole thing depends on getting inside now, stupid. Just then they saw someone get off the elevator and come towards them. As he walked out the door, he gave the two big shirtless guys the once over, definitely noticing one was showing major wood in his pants. He let out a whistle and kept going. Joel grabbed the door before it closed and they were inside. Joel led him in and to the elevator. They waited a few minutes, Joel's eyes glued to him the whole time. Kroos kept sneaking looks at Joel's shorts, watching the tent not go down. The door finally opened and he directed Kroos into the elevator, hit number two and turned. The guy was still outside by the door hesitating, taking it all in, his eyes almost bugging. By the time the door opened on two, Joel had Kroos' fly open. "Okay let's go." "But..." Kroos tried to zip himself, but Joel stopped him. "No like that." "But someone is going to see -" "Too bad" Joel gave him a gentle push and they were in the hallway as the elevator started to buzz. They walked down the hall, past the sounds of tv's and voices until they got to Randy's apartment. Sure enough, the key was hidden in the usual place. "This is not safe" Kroos watched Joel open the door and return the key to its hiding place. "Everybody and his mother knows it's there" Joel put his stuff on the floor on the kitchen table and looked around. It was almost like Randy had been expecting them. The place was almost neat, none of the piles of clothes usually scattered everywhere. The couch had only one jacket tossed over it. The sink and counter were unusually clean with only a few unwashed glasses sitting there. Actually it looked like Randy had not been spending much time here at all. "No not the key. I mean this whole thing" Kroos looked around, seeing the one bedroom studio with a bit of apprehension. "Why? You like expecting someone? Maybe your friends from the office or something?" Joel stood there and watched Kroos for a bit. Even out of his element he looked like he just filled the whole space, like the room just shrank around him. He closed the door behind him and locked it. "This is it? Just us?" "Maaaan Kroos know what?" Joel's brain was now churning overtime. He almost expected to feel smoke coming out of his ears. "I was expecting that you telephoned all your friends to meet us here" Kroos stood there, arms again folded over his now bare chest, rising and falling with each heavy deep breath. "Is that what you were expecting? Really?" "Yes" Kroos turned his head towards the window, the blinds up "you were on the phone at the restaurant a while. I thought that was what you were doing. Lining up all your friends for... this" he looked down at himself, his fly still open, a bit of white fabric visible through the opening. He reached down and started to unbuckle his belt "maybe you want to draw the drapes?" "Hold on" Joel came over to him and stopped his hands. He rebuckled the belt, but not before allowing his hand to reach inside the fly and give the bulge a rub or two. Man, he thought, he's bigger than I remember, if that's possible. "You do not mean..." Kroos rubbed his face "you want me to leave?" "Leave?" Joel could not help but laugh "leave? Not by a long shot! Remember you are mine until Monday morning - " "Now Joel, about that - " "I mean it Kroos! Monday morning that's the deal - " "But what about - " "Whatever your plans or appointments they can be cancelled got it?" Joel walked into the bedroom and started rustling in one or two of the piles of dirty clothes. He came back with a gray sleeveless t-shirt, the school logo on the chest "put this on." "What?" Kroos looked at it like it was... what it was. Somebody else's dirty laundry "why?" "Forget it" Joel faced him "I'll do it. Now lift those big fuckin arms of yours." Kroos shook his head but did as he asked. His black hairy underarms were right in front of Joel's face. And nose. Joel almost dropped the shirt as he buried his face in Kroos' pit and started licking. He licked and sucked all over Kroos' chest and neck, leaving it with a heavy coat of his shiny spit. When he caught his breath, Kroos' hairy chest was a tangled wet forest of swirls, his nipples were two hard red nubs, his pits were dripping wet. Joel's cock was out and throbbing, his fist working it hard. "Oh fuck fuck fuck" Joel was going nuts "I been wanting to do that since that first night. You got no fucking clue how bad..." his face was buried in Kroos' neck, his cock poking into Kroos' open fly. Yeah, he could feel a corresponding hardness fighting back. "Joel let me... let me get undressed we can go to the bedroom and - " "You getting turned on Kroos?" Joel's hand was inside the fly, rubbing the telephone pole that was wedged down and almost out the bottom of the briefs "you want this to come out and get some air?" his hand was rubbing and teasing, twisting it down further, against the direction it wanted to go "you want it to come and play?" "Yes, is that not what you want?" "Oh yeah Kroos that's exactly what I want." "Okay let me..." and again Kroos' hand was at his buckle "but let me first..." "First what?" Joel stopped his hand "what?" "I must use the bathroom first." "Ya gotta piss or something?" "I have not had a chance since we left the office!" "Feeling a little full down there?" Joel started pushing on his lower belly, right above the buckle. "Do not do that!" Kroos tried to push the hand away "you will make me lose control..." "Gotta piss bad do ya?" "Yes" he pulled away "I will be right back." "Not so fast" Joel picked up the gray t-shirt from the floor "put this on first." "Why?" "Do it Kroos" Joel turned from him and went over to table and his bag "time you start to learn to take orders Kroos." "But..." "That's an order." "Then can I use the bathroom?" "Maybe." "Joel-" "Hurry up then." Kroos held the t-shirt a second then put it around his neck. He struggled first one then the other of his thick arms through the openings. Of course it was several sizes too small, but he managed to tug it down, almost covering his navel. As he did he heard a seam or two start to rip, "I am ruining your friend's shirt" Kroos almost apologized. "He ain't my friend" Joel pulled the camera from the bag, juggled it a second then turned it on, praying the batteries were still charged. The light went green. This was his lucky day. Times five hundred! "Wait! stop!" Kroos lunged across the room trying to grab the camera "you cannot do that!" "I can and I'm gonna" Joel twisted it away from his reach "got it?" "No Joel I cannot allow - " "You cannot allow?" Joel mocked him "whatdya mean you cannot allow?" "Joel" Kroos was heading to the bathroom, maybe to get a door between him and the camera. "Stop just there" and Joel fired off a series of pics with Kroos standing under a hall light. "Please Joel no" but Kroos stopped. "Okay arms at your side. Do it Kroos!" Kroos looked down at himself, his fly open, his hard dick straining against his left hip, his hairy belly sticking out where the shirt ended "Joel please." "Look Kroos now the shoe's on the other foot" Joel came around and took a few shots from the side, a better angle to see the fabric stretching out in front of his crotch "now you're the one in front of the camera" Joel kept clicking away, then added a flash. At first Kroos tried raising his hand to shield his face, "no put the hand down. Do it Kroos!" "Joel why - " "Cause you are the hottest thing this side of... this side of anything okay?" Joel raised the edge of the shirt almost up to the crease at his pecs. The flash went off two then three times, "besides you can't be allergic to cameras, not after all the shit's been goin down at your office." "But that was different! That was for - " "Yeah research" Joel crouched down and took a shot angling up into Kroos' crotch "well this is my research okay?" "Joel..." but Kroos' resistance was slipping. "Didn't y'say ya needed to piss?" Joel lowered the camera and rubbed Kroos' lower abdomen again, pushing in hard. "Damn!" Kroos doubled over grabbing his hand. Joel pushed the hand away, just as a small stain appeared near his left hip. "Damn that's hot" and Joel raised the camera. "No Joel please" Kroos tried to cover his crotch. "Kroos move the hands now" Joel brought the camera to waist level and waited "I mean it Kroos, you better figure it out fast. You agreed to do whatever I want remember?" "I never agreed -" "You agreed, now move the hands!" Joel went back into his crouch "get it though your head I give the orders now and you do the orders got it? No more arguing, no more backing down, no more nothing! I say and you do, got it?" "Joel please..." "Got it?" "C'mon you do not expect me to - " "Last time. GOT IT?!?!" Kroos looked around at the strange apartment. It was going to be a very long and very difficult night. And tomorrow he would have to figure out a way to undo this damage. He lowered his hands, "okay I guess..." "Got it?" Joel took three pics of Kroos standing there in hallway, the stain in the front of his pants starting to spread, "say it!" "Joel..." he looked down at himself, fearing there was worse, much worse to come. Already he was thinking of ways to get out of this "okay I 'got it', okay?" "Okay" Joel stood up "now we're clear on how this is going down. I tell ya t'do something, and you do it. Got it?" "Yes I got it" Kroos grabbed himself "now please let me go to the bathroom!" "First get out of those shoes and socks." "Why?" "Do it okay?" Kroos reached down and pulled off the shoes, still tied, then off came the socks. He stood up. "Now I'll let ya piss but remember you do what I say, deal?" "Deal" Joel directed him to the bathroom, but when Kroos tried to close the door Joel looked at him and nodded no. "What?" "Go stand in the tub" Joel smiled "face me." "But..." Kroos looked at the camera, "no." "Do it!" Kroos stepped into the tub and turned around "now what?" "Now you can piss." "What?!?!" "Go ahead lemme see ya piss" Joel remembered this afternoon, how he had to humiliate himself in front of the group. The brain was starting to devise some plans, and this time he was the bastard holding the camera. "You want me to... urinate... here" but Kroos was not asking a question, just figuring out what Joel was up to, "is that it?" "Yeah, or do y'want me t'start jabbin ya in the stomach again?" "No that will not be necessary" Kroos reached down and started to fish his cock out. "NO!" Kroos took a quick pic "don't take it out. Piss just like that." "But I will... my clothes..." "Do it. Got it?" "Joel..." but Kroos readjusted his goods and stood there a second. The flash went off. "And make sure your dick is pointing up" Joel flashed again "and pull the front of that shirt as far down as it goes." Kroos looked at him like he was now trapped in a bathroom with a crazy person. But it was not long before he lost the battle and a darkening stain started spreading across the front of his khaki pants, down his left leg. Again the flash went off. He pulled the gray tshirt down, hearing the shoulder seams rip again. Now the lower few inches where he was yanking at it were turning a dark shiny gray. He looked down and his yellow urine started to go down the tub into the drain. The room began to smell of his piss. "Now hands behind yer back stud" and the camera fired off a series of shots, without the flash. After a minute or two Kroos was done. "Okay, can I take these off now?" Kroos' hands were wet with his piss, and he started to struggle with the wet belt. "Yeah lemme find ya some other clothes." "What other clothes?" Kroos managed to open his soaked pants, the white briefs wet and showing everything "do you want me... you know..." "Get outa those" Joel stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He did not want Kroos to see what he was up to. Also he was not ready for a naked Kroos. Not yet. He knew if he saw him he'd be over the top before he was ready. He laughed to himself, so what if I blow a load in my jeans? The way I feel I could blow several loads tonight. He stopped dead in his tracks. Several loads? Yeah, now there's a thought! "Okay now what?" came from the bathroom. "Stay there don't come out yet" and he went to his bag and fished out a couple of things. He then went to the bedroom and found more of Randy's clothes, including a pair of sweatpants and an oversized workout shirt. He grabbed the pile and took them to the bathroom door. "Okay put these on" he cracked open the door, hearing the shower running. Without looking inside he tossed the clothes on the floor and closed the door "all of them." "You sure?" came Kroos' voice from the stall. "Real sure" Joel walked away, yanking his fist in the air "yesss!!" and sprinted over to Randy's computer, booting it up. When it was purring away, Joel navigated the passwords (he had done this before, but with Randy there helping) and after a few attempts he was in. It did not take long to transfer the first batch of pics to an encrypted folder. The camera was reloaded before Kroos was out of the bathroom. "Y'finished in there yet?" Joel yelled at the door. "Almost" came Kroos' voice "are you sure about this?" "Real sure." After another minute or two the door opened and Kroos emerged dressed as instructed. Joel threw a boner on the spot. "I look ridiculous" Kroos stepped out of the very humid room. Joel saw Kroos' clothes hanging in the shower, rinsed and dripping. "Man you look so fuckin hot" Joel's hands were all over him, rubbing the lumpy fabric of the top, his hands reaching underneath to Kroos' still damp chest hair. His hand went down to the elastic waistband of the sweatpants, rubbing the front of the jockstrap. Yeah he's learning to follow orders. He stepped away and admired the new Kroos. Kroos the Jock, Kroos the Stud. "This is too fuckin sweeet" Joel went over to the camera "go sit on the couch." "Joel please no more pictures." "I say, you do. Got it?" "Joel we could go into the bedroom. Is that not more what you want?" "First things first" Joel readjusted his crotch, opening his fly. Now his cock had some room to grow "you so hungry for this?" waving his lump at him "don't worry we got all night, stud." "So you want me to sit on the couch, that is all?" Kroos thought Joel brought him here for sex, and so far it had been everything but. "Yeah for starters." Kroos went over to the couch and sat down, raising his hands questioning what now? Joel went to the tv and popped a tape into the player. The screen lit up with a porno movie in progress. It was two, no three guys going at each other. "You brought me here to watch pornographic movies?" Kroos looked at Joel like he was not thinking straight. "It ain't like that" Joel took a quick pic of Kroos on the couch, the tv next to him. The scene on tv was more for the camera than for Kroos. "Put the camera away. We can go to the bedroom and do whatever you want." "That too" Joel crouched in front of Kroos "look at the tv." As soon as Kroos turned his head the flash went off. Kroos turned his head, "hey!" "Keep watchin" Joel stayed where he was, the camera raised "okay start rubbing your chest through the shirt" Kroos turned his head back, his hand starting to rub his left pec "yeah just like that" and again the flash. This time Kroos did not turn his head. He knew the pics were never going to stop. "Okay now reach under the shirt and play with your pecs more. Lemme see your hairy belly now" and again the flash went off several times. After the fourth or fifth shot Joel leaned forward and started to play with Kroos' chest himself, then leaned forward and his mouth was back all over his chest, the camera hanging by his side. He waited for Kroos to rip it out of his hand, but by that point Kroos was breathing softly eyes closed, getting into that mouth working over his nipples. "Yeah I know y'like that" Joel went back to his crouch "now raise the shirt over your head" as Kroos did the flash went off several times "okay now lose the shirt." Kroos pulled it off his head and tossed it on the couch next to him. First he looked at Joel clicking away, then looked back at the tv as Joel directed him to do. "Lookin hotter'n shit!" Joel muttered as Kroos sat there shirtless, his pecs shiny in places, the chest hair damp and matted perfectly. His arms were next. "Okay gimme some arm flexes" Joel reached down and started rubbing himself, hand on bare flesh now. His cockhead was ready to spasm any second. Kroos watched Joel's actions, then flexed one then the other arm, his muscles bulging. He even did a double biceps with his face towards the tv as Joel wanted. "Okay stud" Joel again leaned forward, his hand on Kroos' crotch "I been waiting for this all night" his hand starting to massage the lump under the stretch fabric "you gonna let me get this hard for ya?" "I cannot stop you" Kroos closed his eyes, knowing he had been on-and-off hard all night. At this point a handshake would have gotten him worked up. He leaned back, scooting further down on the couch as Joel's hand continued to rub the length of him up and down. Kroos started to lengthen and thicken in Joel's hand. "Yeah I knew you'd be primed" Joel felt Kroos' thick damp cock and was stroking it with his other hand "oh man oh man" he kept grunting, his hand rubbing the hardness up and down like it was lost treasure. When he could not take it any longer, he pulled the front of the waistband down, exposing the white jockstrap with the hard tube pointing down, stretching the pouch to the max. Joel's mouth was all over the fabric, mouthing the fat cock through the pouch, finally working it out the side. Once the head was free it was down his throat in a second. He pulled the full length through the side opening, pulling the foreskin back and forth, plunging his mouth down its length over and over again. When he pulled the glowing red eggs free of the pouch and started to suck those as well Kroos started panting, his hands working Billy's head up and down. He started grunting and Joel knew he was getting close. Joel grabbed the waistband of the jock and tucked it under his balls, exposing the whole package. After he did he pulled the front of the sweatpants back up, covering everything. "Wait! But..." Kroos opened his eyes. He looked at Joel his cock out and rock hard. It looked like they were both ready to start blasting their loads. Instead Joel rocked back to his knees and picked up the camera. "Just look at the tv Kroos." Kroos gave him a pleading look then turned. When he did the flash went off, capturing him sitting there, a huge hard-on pushing out the front of his sweatpants, his attention on the gay porno flic. "Okay grab it Kroos, yeah right through the pants." He closed his eyes and did it, directing more attention to the lump in his pants. Flash again. The full outline of his dick accentuated by his fist. "Okay stand up. Just like that" Joel got to his feet and stepped back. "No Joel don't make me do this anymore." "I say. You do. Got it?" "Joel it is getting late. We could go to the bedroom." "I say you do, got it?" "Joel - " "Got IT!?!" "Got it" and Kroos raised himself off the couch. Once he was standing, Joel got busy, capturing the tented sweatpants from every angle. It looked like a party-size submarine sandwich was stuffed in there. "Now reach inside and pull the jock back up" and as Kroos did Joel continued taking pics "and now lower the pants to your knees. Yeah that's it. Man you look like the triple-a stud!" Joel kept taking pics of Kroos with his pants around his knees, only the jockstrap covering the goods, but not doing a good job of hiding his enormous hard-on. From the back his hairy asscheeks proved to be too much. Joel's face was buried in that damp warm furry crevice in a flash! "Oh yeah oh yeah" Joel could barely catch his breath "crouch down, bend yer knees stud" and his tongue was working its way up and down the crack, finding the pink crinkled hole. He was ready to take a close up of Kroos' butthole when the camera told him it was full. "Fuck" he swore under his breath "okay stud sit back down and don't move a muscle got it?" "But Joel..." Kroos was starting to pull the waistband back up. "Do it!" Joel waddled back to the bedroom, his hard cock leading the way. It took less time to reload this time but Joel was still afraid he would return to the front room and Kroos would be gone. Evaporated. Dream over. But when he returned, Kroos was sitting there, the pants back up, his face away from the tv, eyes closed. "Why are you doing this Joel?" "I told ya, cause I wanted your bod the first time I saw it!" "So why are we not in there?" waving at the bedroom "having sex?" "We are having sex" Joel took a few pics like that, his hand back to his half-hard "this is just y'know, foreplay." "If this is what you want..." Kroos reached down and pulled the waistband forward, asking for permission to remove it. Of course Joel got a few shots of that as well. The scene ended on the tv so Joel hit the replay button. This time they saw the flic from the beginning. But neither one of them was paying much attention. Kroos pulled down the sweatpants to his knees, then turned his head to the tv as Joel pointed. Again Joel was buried face deep in Kroos' crotch, working his cock back to full hard through the pouch. Kroos got to his knees then, and crouched down allowing Joel to tongue-fuck him until he was ready to go nuts. And Joel's hand working the front of the jock made it worse. With him half-bent over, Joel took more pics, concentrating on the hairy crack, wet with his spit. Kroos straightened up, forcing the head of his cock to push out the side of that tortured pouch again. Again the flash went off again and again, Kroos' face directed at the tv. Then Joel tucked the front of the jock under his nads, again his goods were pushed up and out, and Joel's mouth was all over them, on his knees beating his meat with his mouth full of Kroos' full hard uncircumsized butt-splitter. When Kroos grabbed Joel's head and started rocking into his throat Joel pulled off, "Man oh fuckin man!" he grabbed his cock, feeling the head now all slick with pre-cum. "Sorry I did not mean to gag you" Kroos looked down at him. "Kneel there like that, look at the tv stud" and with his cock sticking up and out, red and swollen, the skin pulled back Joel took pic after pic. "Okay jack it a bit" Joel brought camera down to crotch-level, releasing his own cock before he went over the edge. "I cannot I am too close" Kroos was tugging at the jock digging into the sensitive skin under his scrotum. "Just hold it then" and Joel got another dozen pics from every angle, close-ups too for good measure. Joel put the camera down and went back to sucking that dick in earnest now. "Joel no stop" Kroos was grunting "I am too close. Go into the bedroom..." "Cum for me stud" Joel was toying with it now, his tongue playing with the slit, running around the crown "can ya do that?" "Fuck yeah" Kroos swore, a rare occasion Joel noted. "Then yer gonna cum again right?" his tongue was driving Kroos crazy now, he was bucking into Joel's face in spite of himself "how many times can ya cum?" "Fuck..." Kroos was squeezing his eyes closed. "Tell me! Three? Five? Ten?" "Fuck... I.. do not know..." he reached down to jerk himself, but Joel yanked his hand away "three?" "Let's find out stud" and Joel sucked him in and deep-throated him. All the images of Kroos went through his mind as he started jacking himself, the cock deep down his gullet. The time during his exam, the night he had to perform, all the times he jacked off imagining this moment. Then he felt Kroos groan, the head swell in his throat and the burning hot spasms of Kroos' cum pumping into him. He swallowed as much as he could, then felt it oozing out of him mouth. He pulled his head away and started jacking him with his other hand, the last several contractions running down his hand. Joel jumped to his feet as he felt his own orgasm start pumping out of him. He managed to shoot once or twice into Kroos' black pubic hair before his cock became too sensitive to touch. He managed to smear the last of Kroos' cum onto his hairy belly. "Don't move" Joel panted, rubbing as much goo off his hands as he could. Kroos stood there, his cock still throbbing, a bit of jism beading at the slit "I mean it!" Joel picked up the camera and started taking pics of Kroos' "money shot" but Kroos freaked. "Stop! NO!" trying to cover his face with his arm. "Lower the arm stud. Do it!" Finally Kroos did, turning his face from the camera as best he could. The last shots were of Kroos, his cock dripping, his crotch splattered with cum, glancing back at the tv. They heard the window rattle as the incriminating image of two guys getting blowjobs flickered on the tv screen.