Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 18:35:50 -0600
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 75

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  Now, back to our show --


Chapter Seventy-five

	Saturday, August 10 continued


	Joel and Kroos both looked around the room, in total shock.  The place was
lit up like a holiday display, several large professional-looking floodlamps
lighting up the free weights side of the room.  A couple of guys were
working out, with not one but two camcorders recording away like Saturday at
the Y was major news.  But from Joel's perspective everything seemed all
rated-G and above board.  Regardless it looked like half the town was packed
into the room!

	As Joel made his way in, he saw what he guessed to be a major chunk of both
the wrestling and football teams.  His buddy Ralph was calling his name,
coming over fast.

	"Joel you dog!" he slapped him on the back "when I heard -- "

	"Heard what?" Joel looked at him closely.  He and Ralph usually exchanged a
lot of obscence jokes and a few grab-asses but nothing more.  Not that Joel
never toyed with the idea.  Ralph was one of the running backs, all legs and
toned muscles.  Joel outweighed him by maybe fifteen pounds, but it was all
gut.  Ralph was dark-haired and blue-eyed and his jocky looks and perfect
smile were very big with the cheerleader set.  Joel just dismissed him as a
player knee-deep in pussy and left it at that.  Seeing him here was more
than he expected.  But he looked over to their corner and there were four or
five more guys from varsity.

	"Shit Robertson what you doin in this place?  Thought you had your own gym
like -- "

	"Merklins you fulla shit!  You know I ain't here for the workout" slugging
him in the gut.  Joel winced but slugged him back.

	"Then what?" but he had a disturbing idea he knew.

	"When Mannie called -- "

	"Herrer?  He's here?" he acted dumb.

	"Everybody who's interested's here."

	"Interested in what?"

	"Fuck you Merklins!  You know what" he slugged him again, not as hard "give
it up dog!  I'm surprised they didn't announce it on the noon news..." he
went over to Kroos "hey doc, good to see ya with yer clothes on for a
change" he laughed as did a few of the guys within earshot, with Joel's face
turning white under the lights "but that can be corrected soon enough"
giving Joel another smirk "you dog!" and he went and rejoined the other
minnows.

	Joel looked around, nodding at the guys he knew.  Besides the guys from
school there were a few of the weight room regulars.  But when he saw Will
Harrison and his dad Bo he felt a trickle of sweat run down his back.  He
went and found Moose fast.

	"Damnit Moose did you call the whole fuckin town?"

	"Naw just a few guys from the team, like the group from yesterday" he
pointed out Big Hank working on one of the benches, his back to them "Billy
called everybody else."

	"Remind me to thank him" Joel shook his head "I guess."

	"Hey you the one come roaring over to my place remember?  You sent up the
flare, bud."

	"Yeah I remember" he pulled Moose off to the side "but I never said
anything about Channel Twelve being here!"

	"Oh that..." Moose smirked "I'll explain later" looking at Kroos "but let's
say Rocko over there's had his own agenda for today.  Like he has this
arrangement with the management - they allow some buddies of his to come in
and use the place to tape his workouts.  He thinks he's gonna be the next
Tony ******* or somethin" he nodded at Rocko and waved.

	"You mean it ain't nothin t'do with..." nodding towards Kroos.

	"Fuck no!" Moose punched him "y'think you're the only game in town?"

	"So what about...?" he lowered his voice, again indicating Kroos.

	"It's cool" Moose turned them around so they could talk in private "I gave
a very watered-down like R-rated version to Rocko -- "

	"You WHAT?" Joel blurted out, then lowered his voice fast "you did what?"

	"He knows you want Kroos to do stuff not exactly Disney style in front of
the guys.  He just rolled his eyes saying, don't expect me to get involved"
Moose smiled "too bad he's straight."

	"You told him..." Joel looked at Moose trying hard not to get pissed "that
we were -- "

	"That things might get a bit... 'private party' okay" Moose looked around
the room "but I think he figured it out when he said: just clean up the jizz
when yer through."

	"You bullshittin!"

	"Dude he was making a joke! Or a lucky guess" Moose looked over at Rocko "
hey Rocko!  Joel here wants to -- "

	"Knock it off Moose!" Joel turned away before Rocko said anything.  Moose
just waved at him and laughed.  Rocko went back to talking with one of the
guys with the camcorder.  They went back to filming two guys on the weight
benches doing leg lifts.  Every now and then Rocko would say something to
one or the other and they would adjust their routine slightly.

	"Good, a bench opened up" Joel directed Kroos' attention to a bench off to
the right of where the camcorders were busy.

	"Dude you finished?" Joel yelled at a guy he did not recognize.  The guy
looked up and nodded.

	"Thanks!" Joel nodded back and started over "c'mon Kroos, remember we're
here to get in a workout okay?"

	"Maybe we should forget about that now" Kroos looked around, trying to keep
something in front of him "I have never seen it so busy in here -- "

	"C'mon I need a spotter anyway" and Joel almost dragged him over to the
empty bench.  As he mopped it down, the guy came back.

	"You gonna use the bench?" he looked down at Joel, sweat blotching his
face.

	"Dude I though y'were finished?"

	"Don't sweat it, I'm coolin off a bit" he toweled off his face and neck.
He was maybe in his forties, hair thinning and turning gray.  But the guy
was ripped like all hell.  His legs were corded with tight veiny muscles, as
were his shoulders and arms.  He did not have an ounce of fat on him.

	"You don't mind?" Joel tried not to give him too close a look.  He looked
like he could dropkick you before you saw it coming.  Not big but fast.
Except Joel could tell the guy was being friendly.

	"Fuck no..." he watched Kroos come over and crouch down by the weights "you
and your 'big' buddy can take your time" he gave Kroos another look "might
work some of that 'tension' out of him, you know what I mean?" he gave his
shorts a tug to make the point.

	"Don't mind him" Joel took some of the weight off the bar "I think his wife
slipped him something for breakfast."

	"And now he's gonna slip her something back, right?" he chuckled and went
off to get a drink.

	Joel got onto the bench after setting his weights on the bar.  He
positioned Kroos behind him as spotter, his prow almost at the bar's height.
  Whenever he lifted the bar on or off the rack it bounced against his
swollen dick jutting out his shorts.  And the shorts provided little cover.
But Joel continued his bench presses like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Will's dad, Bo take the vacated bench
next to them.  He heard them exchange a few "hey howzit goin"s with Kroos
but they were trying to stay in the background.  He had a harder time not
being distracted by the work occurring on his other side.

	Rocko was coaching the two guys now doing arm curls, all of it in front of
two camcorders pointed his way.  He was wearing his muscle t-shirt with the
logo of a west coast health club chain plastered across his huge chest.  The
two guys were in regulation t-shirts and shorts, showing increasingly
impressive musculature as the workout progressed.

	Joel had Kroos ease the bar back onto the rack and looked over at the
threesome.  He recognized one of the guys as Carl something, Cromer? Cramer?
he always forgot his last name.  He was a transfer study last year, but boy
were they glad to have him on the football team.  He was not big but he had
a fierceness the other team instinctively avoided.  He was wearing his
typical uniform, a school t-shirt and that old model school insignia shorts.
  He must have found them gathering dust in the locker room back at school,
he thought.  Nobody wore that old design in years!  But they served to
highlight his legs, rippled with sinewy muscles.  His upper body was toned
without being bulky.  The guys kidded him because he always looked so
different in and out of uniform, like he made this weird "incredible hulk"
transformation.  So he got the nickname "Hulk" altho Terry, who played
defense, was more qualified for that tag.  It was a running joke, which
tended to tick off one or the other.

	The other guy was built about the same, maybe one seventy or one eighty
also about the same height.  But he was in his late twenties? thirties? or
so.  And nobody else looked anything like this guy.  He had reddish blond
hair hanging down to his eyes, and his body was a bright red.  Joel thought
the guy was sunburned at first until he realized that was just his skin
tone.  And real intense looking, like he was out to prove something or
other.  It looked like he was interpreting everything as a big competition
between the two.  Whether it was because Carl was younger or seemed to know
everybody here, he could not tell.  But whenever Rocko gave them directions
he made a point of doing them first, harder or more.  Almost like he was
trying to upstage the kid.  Joel shrugged it off as Jocko's problem.  Or
maybe Kroos' when the time came.

	"Okay Kroos, let's turn some of that junk food into muscle" Joel pointed at
the bench "your turn."

	"You know when I lie down -- "

	"If yer dick pops out it pops out okay?" Joel looked around, catching a
glance from Rocko "ain't like the camcorders are pointed anywhere near
us..."

	"Was all of this your doing?" Kroos put on more weights, then lowered
himself to the bench.  He stayed sitting up straight as long as he could.
He also noted a few glances from Rocko, especially when he saw the amount of
iron on the bar.  He gave a big sigh then fell onto his back.  As he feared,
the tent pole in his shorts went straight up.  He thought he heard a few
comments, even a chuckle from somewhere in the room, but if this was the
worse he was to suffer, so be it.

	Joel started to spot him, feeling himself fill out a bit, watching the
massive gorilla in front of him.  Shit, I been seeing this dude all day,
naked, boned, no matter.  He still gets my dick pumping no matter!

	He looked around the room, just to keep his eyes somewhere else for a
while.  He counted at least five guys from the crappers, and five, no six
seeing Baby Huey emerging from the johns.  He spotted Joel and came over.
When he got a good look at what was doing benchpresses in front of Joel he
let out a whistle,

	"Joel ya skinny shit!" they shook and knocked "where ya been hiding?"

	"You the one been missing in action dude" looking over his buddy.  Baby
Huey - aka Jimmy Guenther - was maybe two fifty of pure bulk.  He had been
out and out "the fat kid" before he started playing sports in junior high,
but now his fat was in the process of rearranging itself to resemble muscle.
  But the dude was strong!  He could take out three opposing defensive
linemen single handedly.  Everyone kidded him they were just afraid he was
going to sit on them.  He laughed but Joel had a hunch deep down he was
still embarrassed about being so overweight.  The coach said it was just
baby fat and he could still work it down.  But Joel saw him in action at the
burger joints; they had special items on their menu just for him!  Joel's
favorite was the "Jimmy Jumbo Express", which was something like a one pound
patty on a special hamburger bun.  Once he downed two of them on a bet.
Without breaking stride.

	"Yeah well..." he could not keep his eyes off this mountain Joel was
spotting "back from the cabin for a few days.  Camp on Monday y'know..."
tearing his eyes back to Joel with difficulty.

	"Don't remind me" Joel could not help but see the tug-of-war going on with
his bud "we missed ya.  It's been one bizarre crazy summer" he looked down
and Kroos was holding the bar up for him to take.  Jimmy grabbed the bar
with him and the two brought it back into the stand.

	"Holy shit dude" Jimmy looked at Kroos' inverted face "that's some serious
iron."

	"He's talkin bout what yer liftin doc" Joel smirked "Jimmy this is Doc
Kroos, my boss."

	Kroos was glad for the chance to sit up and hide his crotch.  He twisted
around and got a good look at Baby Huey,

	"Call me Kroos" he held out his gloved hand.

	"Guys call me Baby Huey" and he shook back.  Both were having a good look
at the other.

	"Guys can be cruel" Kroos gave him and up-and-down "I will call you Jimmy
if you do not mind."


	"Sure fine" he smiled, already the doc making points "how're you Merklins'
boss?"

	"He works for me at the office, helps with -- "

	"A lot of paperwork mostly" Joel cocked his eye "and getting everybody
ready for Monday.  The doc here's one of the guys running the show next
week."

	"That right?" suddenly Jimmy was apprehensive "but usually there's a
physical..."

	"How much you weigh Jimmy?" Kroos saw the problem looming.

	"Geez doc I dunno..."

	"You look to be at least two forty, am I right?"

	"The coach says -- "

	"We better get you a cardio screening before the season starts" Kroos'
glance bounced off Joel "I am busy this weekend obviously so I would not --
"

	"C'mon doc Jimmy here could use a good -- "

	"Joel" Kroos looked around, then back to Jimmy "but I will talk to the
coach and we will make sure you are given a clean bill of health for next
year."

	"Gee thanks doc" Jimmy beamed "for a sec there I thought... y'know...
y'were gonna gimme shit about..." he held his belly and gave it a shake.

	"We will work something out" and Kroos mopped his forehead, trying to avoid
the faces pointed in his direction.  He glanced over to the three filming,
hearing more arguing than clanging.  From what he could hear they were
arguing about the temperature of the room.  The red head was pissed because
it was so hot; Rocko told him to keep his shirt on.  So of course the dude
pulled his shirt off, his smooth tightly-muscled chest red and shiny with
sweat.  When he did it was like a signal, like he dared anyone else to shuck
their clothes.  Rocko shrugged and left the room.

	"Baby take a turn if y'want" Joel pointed at the bench, pulling off his
weight belt "it might fit ya" and laughed.

	Jimmy pulled up his t-shirt, showing he already had one on, as if anyone
could tell from the roll of flesh hanging from his belly.  Kroos reluctantly
stood up, noting Jimmy's eyes dart to his shorts, then look away fast.

	Kroos was spotting Jimmy when Rocko returned with a huge floor fan from a
back area somewhere.  Normally it would have taken two guys to lug the thing
around but Rocko one-armed it into the room, making his strong dramatic
point.  The red head looked over and shut his face.  However Joel saw almost
half of the room was now working out shirtless, most definitely breaking
rule number three: Shoes and shirts must be worn at all time.  There was a
period last year when Joel tried to skirt the rule by wearing a torn
t-shirt, sleeves long gone, neck slit in front and ripped off just below pec
level.  The older manager who ran the place told him to change.  Joel
pointed at the sign saying "what's more worn than this?"  A few of the
minnows chuckled; the manager wasn't buying it.  So when Joel saw Bo and
then Will strip to the waist he did the same.  Kroos watched the development
in horror!

	Rocko was winding down his hour-long training film with the two guys now
working on military lifts.  But every now and then, especially when Kroos
was on the bench, he would glance over, comparing the amount of his weights
with Bo's, making mental notes how they ranked against him.  Bo he knew was
no bantamweight from previous afternoons, and he had seen Kroos around but
not as often.  This was the first time he allowed himself to study their
form and lifted amounts closely.  He was not unimpressed.

	Joel took time off, leaving Kroos busy with Baby Huey and snuck over to
Billy, signaling Moose to join them.

	"Okay time for pow-wow" he looked at Moose then at Billy.

	"So you gonna explain what's the deal?" Billy looked over at Kroos "you
gonna tell me I called half the town for nothin?  What the fuck's goin down
with Kroos?"

	"Shit you two!  Don't you get it?  I got him t'sign his butt away for the
whole fuckin weekend!  He's been havin to do anything and everything I say
since like last night got it?  We been havin outselves quite a little
adventure so far.  Everything was goin as planned til we walked in here!" he
looked around "what did we walk into here?  A private party?"

	Billy looked at Moose who started "I ran into Jocko here before guys
started showin up.  I gave him - like I told ya - a real short version of
what we - I mean you! -- was plannin.  Of course he's the one that figured
out it was gonna be, let's say, more raunch than recreational okay?"

	"You said he's straight!  Didn't he get pissed?"

	"Shit he's always pissed" Moose looked at Billy and shrugged "naw, he just
said: lemme talk to the management -- "

	"What?!?! Are you nuts?" Joel looked around the room, waiting for the raid
any second "the management knows?"

	"They know Rocko reserved and paid! for the use of the facilities after
closing" pointing at the clock "which is like ten minutes from now okay?"

	"Paid?  He fuckin paid?"

	"I told him we'd pay him back later -- "

	"How much?"

	"Two hundred, talked down from three" Moose elbowed Billy "for good
behavior" and he chortled.  Joel was starting to reconsider involving these
two in this scheme.  But then again, how could he not?

	"So like he's cool with all this?"

	"Well we'll see" Billy shrugged "if not we'll have to move the party
elsewhere."

	"Like where?" Moose looked at Billy, suddenly not so casual about this,
"not..."

	"No we ain't going back to the docs' office" Joel looked at Billy "but
seriously" he looked around seeing who was watching.  At that moment Kroos
was on his back again, getting in another set of bench presses.  Man, ain't
that chest ever gonna be big enough?  Fuck no! he laughed to himself, not if
I can help it.

	"C'mere" he led them over behind some Nautilus equipment, that area staked
out by the minnows.  They were watching closely but could not hear "there's
a place outside of town my cousin knows about -- "

	"What place?" Billy looked around.

	"Well let's say all the beef they serve ain't on the plate" Joel smirked.
Moose got ashen.

	"You don't mean..."

	"It's called Mort's -- "

	"What?" Moose gulped, almost swallowing his tongue.

	"Mort's.  It's out by-"

	"Merklins I swear if you're making this up-"

	"Fuck no" one eye on the other minnows "but they got this set-up out
there-"

	"You ain't tellin me Mort's supper club's mixed up in -- "

	"Mixed up in it?  Dude it's like Porno Film Central!"

	"Merklins that's the biggest pile of shit even from an asshole like you" he
grabbed him by the neck and was about to toss him across the room.  Billy
stopped him at the same time Joel managed to signal his team members: it's
cool, we're playin.

	"After we drain some dicks here" Joel pulled away, not worried about Moose
doin any damage in front of half the town here "we're heading over there.
Only the three - okay four, five? -- of us know about it so far?"

	"Who besides Kroos and -- "

	"Fuck y'think Kroos knows?" Joel lowered his voice "I'm gonna tell him
we're goin there after we leave here for a real nice steak dinner.  Y'know
hi-protein and carbs after this work-out.  Except the tube steak ain't all
gonna be on the plate y'get my -- "

	"Fuck you Merklins" Moose was still upset, but more scared than angry "he
ain't never gonna agree to --"

	"Moose let me explain so even you get it" Joel glared at him "he does
whatever I say!  If I go over right now and tell him t'strip off his shirt,
he has to strip! off! his! Shirt! got it?"

	"Big hairy deal!" Moose looked around the room.

	"Yeah he is ain't he?" Billy laughed at the pun.

	"I mean like half the room's already stripped" Moose bored his eyes into
Joel "whatzat prove?"

	"Except for the fact the doc's ain't wearing underwear and..." setting up
the punchline "I made him take Viagra bout an hour ago -- "

	"Fuck you! How?"

	"And it already kicked in when we were still changing" Joel chuckled "shit
y'shoulda seen the dudes in the locker room, that Clue guy and that mexican
Jorge -- "

	"Yeah they were our 'early warning system'" Billy looked at Moose "no
wonder they were all spooked when they told us you finally showed up."

	"Spooked?" Joel laughed "more like messin their shorts!  Both of'm were
rippin their seams they were so boned!"

	"Dude... you shittin about all this right?" Moose started to walk away,
seeing the walls crumbling down around him.  Billy could see how upset he
was.

	"Stick around and find out" Joel shouted after him then looked at Billy
"man I thought he'd be more into this?  Finally seein Kroos get his,
y'know?"

	"Joel are you really sure about this place later?"

	"Yeah why?"

	"Damnit Joel don't you know who runs that place?"

	"Yeah Mort, why?" he laughed "big hairy guy, kinda remind me of -- "

	"You fuckin idiot!  That's Moose's cousin!"

	"Fuckin get outa here!" he pushed him a bit, but Billy was not joking.  Not
at all.

	"I'm serious Joel.  You gotta be thinking of some other -- "

	"I'm not shitting Billy!  My cousin - MY cousin Randy's been there!  With
Kroos! and..." he lowered his voice "Randy says Mort's even... y'know not
above participating, if y'get my meaning?"

	"His cousin's... gay?"

	"I don't think so... not the way... er... Randy tells it.  More like our
friends..." whispering now "y'know our mysterious friends from the office,
the one's who write the checks -- "

	"You mean....'them'?"

	"The same.  It seems they hold the mortgage for Mort's place or somethin.
Don't know what they got on the dude but they snap their fingers and he
jumps."

	"Shit Moose's gonna freak!  Shit he's already freaking!"

	"Shit Herms I had NO idea" he looked back as Kroos was finishing up, and
giving him a look now "gotta go.  Explain it to Moose okay?  Or as much as
he can handle okay?"

	"I'll see what I can do" and Billy watched Joel walk, no swagger, back to
Kroos and that round kid from the football team.  He went over to Moose who
was back with Klu and the gang.

	"So what's the deal?" Klu looked around, seeing more people he knew than he
cared to admit.

	"Well it's like Moose said earlier" looking at him, as turned from starting
a set of reps at one of "their" Nautilus machines.  He turned back to Klu
"Joel wants to start something up here with the doc as the main course.
Then after here the traveling Kroos show goes to Mort's -- "

	"Bull...shit..." Moose spat between presses.

	"Sorry Moose" Billy continued "we know that place is mixed up in all
this... activity."

	"I know my cousin!" Moose almost whined " he'd never get mixed up in this
shit!  His wife's... the family would totally freak!"

	"Obviously it wasn't something he did voluntarily" Billy said "was he
having financial problems lately?"

	"Yeah... so?" he kept on with the presses, taking his anger out on the poor
defenseless machine.

	"Even think he might have borrowed money from the wrong guys?"

	"He's smarter than that!" Moose would not look at them "he's a fuckin
businessman!"

	"Who got involved with the wrong... businessmen" Billy added "like..." he
looked at the group, Moose, Mannie, Hank, even Jorge and Klu who were
hovering between the two cliques "like we all did okay?"

	"I just can't believe... him?!?!"

	"Would anyone believe what you did?" quickly adding "what any of us did?"

	"What Big Hank did?" Billy looked around "at Mort's?"

	"What'd he do?" Moose was slowing down, then resting "have the salad bar?"

	A few guys laughed,  Except for Mannie and Billy.

	"He WAS the 'salad bar', remember?  Or do I haveta draw ya a picture?"
looking at his crotch "but we can thank Joel for that!  He lured him out
there and before he knew it Hank was the main event!"

	"What?  He did karaoke for the dinner crowd?" Moose tried to laugh it off,
but fewer joined in this time.

	"Moose I'm sorry it's your cousin okay?" Billy came over to him and put his
hand on Moose's shoulder.  A few guys noticed but no one thought it odd.
Not anymore "shit you've been out there -- "

	"I've EATEN out there okay?"

	"So you know the restaurant part is all normal right?"

	"Y'mean there's more?"

	"Dude the restaurant's only the front - the cover! -- for the whole
complex.  In back, behind the kitchens, that's where the real deal happens.
You've never been back there have you?"

	"N...n... no... now that I think of it" Moose got up, dripping.  He looked
around, shrugged, and peeled off his favorite green-n-gold t-shirt.  A few
heads turned but no one said boo! "come t'think of it I did ask Mort t'show
me round once.  He just said 'later', but got a weird look on his face..."

	"One way t'find out for yourself" Hank spoke up finally.  All heads spun
around at the sound, surprised it came from him.

	"How's that, bud?"

	"Go out there.  Y'know before we - I mean all the rest of us - show up.  As
far as he knows you don't know squat."

	"I don't..." he looked at the group who rolled their eyes and started
moaning "okay okay... I mean about that place."

	"Y'got an advantage here Moose.  Use it.  Go out there with - I'll go out
there with ya.  He doesn't know me-- "

	"Except for that one time, y'know.  When we, you and me and Jeff and Ern,
that Saturday -- "

	"And remember how friendly he was?  How happy he was t'see ya?"

	"Yeah... okay..."

	"We'll go out there and see what his reaction is" Hank looked around "if
that's okay with all of you?"

	"Just don't say anything okay?" Billy looked at the two.

	"Say anything Herms?" Moose looked at them "Mort's like already on high
alert knowing the 'Kroos Show' is heading his way right?"

	"If Joel's ain't been bullshittin us" Billy looked over at them.

	"Which I still hope he is" Moose looked around "but seeing all this..."

	"And seeing your cousin's reaction should seal it deal?"

	"No shit!" he sat down for another set but Klu spoke up,

	"Dude like y'been hoggin that all day!"

	"Okay fine" he picked up his towel "besides I think I should be over there"
pointing at the freeweight section.

	"You ain't gonna...?" Big Hank gave him a strange look.

	"Shit no!" Moose slugged him "I'm just gonna sit in the balcony for this
one.  But I still wanna see a bit more of this scene here before we leave"
looking at Hank "cool wit you?"

	Hank looked at the clock "how long we - I mean they - got this for?"

	"Rocko says til six.  Then...?" Moose shrugged his shoulders.

	"Okay we'll stay til... five thirty okay?"

	"Deal.  C'mon" and Moose and Hank went to go see what was going to happen
next.  They did not have to wait long.



	Rocko finished the russian lifts with his two protoges, and talked to one
of the two guys running the camcorders, going over some papers.  He slapped
him on the back and told the other guy filming to call it a day.

	"What about me?" the first cameraman said "thought we're finished here."

	"We are" he looked at the box of equipment "how much tape we shot?"

	"About two hours, why?"

	"How much left?"

	The guy checked the box,

	"Three more tapes... three hours?  Why?"

	"We won't need that much" he chuckled "besides we only got" checking the
clock "another hour."

	"So why don't we pack up and leave?"

	"Got me... an... idea" he looked over at Kroos and Bo "yo! Dudes!"

	"Kroos remember?" he looked over, keeping one eye on "big" Jimmy on the
bench.

	"Yeah you and who's the other big dude?" pointing at the Harrisons next to
them.

	"Who? Bo?" pointing at him, flat on the bench.

	"Yeah you two.  C'mere a sec."

	Joel saw something starting and joined them.

	"Naw not you."

	"It's okay I'm with Kroos" trying to play the manager, coming off like the
groupie.

	"So what is this about?" Kroos came over,  hearing Bo huffing behind him.

	"You dudes wanna help me a second?"

	"Doin what?" Joel was trying to intervene.  Rocko was doing his best to
ignore him almost.

	"You two - WE three - are the biggest bulls in here okay?"

	"No shit!" Bo was wiping his chest and back, maybe thrusting his pecs out
ever so slightly.

	"I need some dudes - some BIG dudes" trying not to antagonize his two
previous stars "to show what happens when the heavy iron comes out."

	"You want us t'do what exactly?" Bo looked back and then at Will, who was
trying to hide the smirk.  He gave a him a mean shutyermouthboy! look.

	"Just some simple lifts, a few curls, y'know, showing how the muscles,
big-dude muscles, really pop!" he threw his arm into a single biceps pose
and flexed "y'know, like that?"

	"Why do YOU not do it?" Kroos looked at Rocko "this is your show, right?"

	"Yeah, but" he looked at Bo, especially "between the three of us, we could
really show them what liftin's all about, inspire them like."

	"Who's them?"

	"Cable... syndicate show I'm getting off the ground."

	"How much?" Bo tried not to look around, or look like a gready pig.

	"Well our bud here" looking over at Moose "hey Moose what'd we say five
hundred?"

	"Thought we said three!" Moose came over and joined them, staying behind
the cameras the whole time.

	"Whatever" Rocko slapped his hand on Bo's bare shoulder "let's say we call
it even -- "

	"Let's say you pay us first" Bo was not budging.

	"C'mon Bo" Moose looked around "after all that's gone down -- "

	"Don't be bringin that shit up now son..."

	"Okay okay.." Moose looked at Rocko "you pay'm now and I'll..." he thought
to Mort's later.  Damn, remind me to kill that Joel "we get your money to
you later."

	"How?"

	"Shit Rocko y'know I'm good for it!"

	"Okay okay... we're cool we're cool" Rocko looked at his cameraman "how
long y'need?"

	"I'm ready dude" he set the camcorder back on the tripod, adjusting it.

	"Okay first let's line up... here" Rocko went and stood in front of one of
the benches facing the camera.

	Kroos gave Joel an exasperated look and went next to him.  Bo came over,

	"You want I should put somethin on?" pointing at his bare chest.

	"Up to you" Rocko picked up some dumbbells and started handing them to Bo
and Kroos.  As he did, Joel dropped the bomb,

	"Kroos why don't you lose the shirt too?" fixing a hard look at Kroos'
lower section.

	"You know why" Kroos took one of the dumbbells from Rocko.

	Joel just shrugged then looked at Moose.  He winked.



	Rocko got the camera rolling and started his rap, talking about the
benefits of arm curls, explaing what results can be obtained, etc. etc.
while Kroos and Bo demonstrated.  Will tossed his dad a t-shirt which Bo
agreed was a good idea, even if the sleeves came down past his elbows.  Only
Rocko with his sleeveless t and Kroos with his ripped sweatshirt showed
their flexing biceps, the traps rippling with the different reps.  After a
few minutes Rocko had them start more curls.

	"C'mon Rocko we can't see shit" Joel started "what's the point of showing
the folks if they can't see anything!  All we're seein is a bunch of baggy
clothes!" turning to the cameraman "ain't that right?"

	Rocko looked at his assistant, who shrugged and nodded.

	"C'mon Kroos" Joel elbowed Moose "that's more clothes'n you been wearin all
day!"

	"Joel, do not -- "

	"Do. it. Kroos..." mouthing: I-say-you-do.  Kroos nodded his head NO!

	But then Rocko took the initiative and pulled his shirt over his head.  Man
was the guy inked!  And cut!  Where Kroos was big and hairy, this guy was
big and ripped!  He looked like someone who spent every waking hour on the
weights.  Which he did! He was way over two-forty of pure hard muscle, not a
bit of fat on him.  And the tattoos only made him look more ferocious.
Several guys hooted and clapped, and Joel heard someone say "the dude has
more tats'n you Mannie!"

	"Shutyer face" came the response back.

	Kroos took the distraction to ignore Joel but then he heard Will,

	"C'mon pops, you bigger'n that pen bull!  Blow'm away... SG!"

	Bo heard that and did not want to hear what came next, so before Will had a
chance to add another word, he pulled his t-shirt back off,

	"Too fuckin hot'n here anyway" and gave a few double-biceps poses.  The
room went nuts!



	"Okay doc.  Don't keep yer... patients waitin..." Joel delivered the coup
de grace and nodded, trying not to smile.

	"Why do I not just --"

	"Doc's all shy" Joel backed him into a corner "cause his wife ain't puttin
out lately -- "

	"Joel shut up!"

	"Best way t'do that is lose the shirt.  Give it up already" Joel was trying
to look bored and impatient, like this was "no big thing"

	"Dude from what he showing earlier it IS a big thing" Rocko looked at is
two protoges and winked.  They did their best to look disinterested in the
turn of events.

	"Kroos we're on the clock here" Joel pointed at the time "do it!"

	"Dude he do everything you say?" Rocko kept looking at Joel like this kid
was not in any position to boss anybody around.

	"Yeah..." he looked at Billy "he lost a bet.  So anything I tell'm t'do he
gotta do, he gotta do.  And right now it's lose the shirt!"

	Rocko looked at Joel like he was nuts.  That is until Kroos turned around
and grabbed the bottom of his shirt.  Rocko turned in time to see the shirt
come over the massive furred shoulders and get tossed to the floor.  For
effect he shook and flexed his shoulders, showing the muscles in his delts
and traps pop out like balloons.

	"Dude that's like awesome!" Rocko went over and handed him two of the
barbells "do that again, with these."

	Kroos took them and repeated the movements, adding a few rotations as he
did.  Rocko picked up his pair, and directed Bo to do the same.  They lined
up on either side of him, repeating his gestures and poses.  While he did,
Rocko looked over his shoulder at the camera, giving a running narration of
what they were doing and which muscle groups were responding.  After a
minute of two of that, he started to notice out of the corner of his eye why
Kroos had been so reluctant to take off the shirt.  There was a almost
foot-long protrusion pushing out the front of his thin nylon shorts!  That
kid was not kidding!

	"Dude why didn't ya wear a fuckin jock if -- "

	"Cause I told him not to" Joel overheard little but the word "jock" and
interrupted "like now I'm tellin him" he looked at the group who were now
all staring at the exhibition, only one or two of the minnows and one adult
in the back was trying to act oblivious "do it doc."

	"Dude like you don't -- " but Jocko barely got the words out when Kroos put
the weights down and turned around, still bent at the waist and knees.  When
he was facing the cameras, he heard Bo "shit doc what'd that kid..." but
with maybe twenty pairs of eyes on him he straightened up.  As he did a loud
gasp went through the room.  Then the wrestlers, followed by the football
players started clapping and whooping.  But whether it was serious or
mocking was almost impossible to tell.

	"Shit doc" Bo could not help but stare now "if that thing real and not
somethin you stuffed in there why ain't you been doin all that shit and
not..." he barely nodded at the guys watching "y'know...?"

	But Kroos just looked at Rocko then at Joel "we finished here?"

	Joel shrugged at Rocko,

	"We ain't, but" then gestured at the cameras "that y'probably want to be."

	"Take it off!" came a call from in back.  Joel turned and Klu was standing
next to Jorge, his arms folded, but a lump showing in his sweatpants "take
it off" he started chanting.  Soon one, then two, then maybe half the room
started,

	"Take it off! Take it off! Take it OFF!"

	"Can't say y'didn't warn me about yer shit" Rocko looked at Moose "right?"

	"Rocko?" the cameraman hit the pause button "we through here?"

	Rocko looked around the room, more amazed than grossed out.  He had never
seen a bunch of straight dudes act like this.  Of course most of them were
joking but...  He took a quick head-count, seeing more than half were
chanting "take it off take it off".  He gave the cameraman a nod, counting
the dollar signs over all their heads,

	"You all can quit joking now" he looked at Moose like he was the instigator
"show of hands!  Who wants the Kroos dude to drop trou--"  and before he
could finish way over half of the hands shot into the air, cheering.

	"Who wants this to end and we all go home" Rocko looked around the room.
This time Matt from the football clutch yelled "nobody!" and several guys
laughed.

	"Whadafuck you yell that?" Brian almost pushed him over.

	"What?"

	"Damnit Matt -- "

	"Shit lighten up it's a joke!" he mumbled to his buddy.

	"Okay anybody wanna leave, better leave now" Rocko looked around.  One guy
started for the door before Will saw him.

	"Aw stick around already.  Don't be such a baby-ass wuss."

	That did it.  The only one who wanted out slunk back to a distant corner, a
look of resigned contempt on his face.  But Billy looked at Moose and
signaled: five.  Moose gave him a perplexed look back.  Billy just held out
his hand: wait.

	"Rocko?" the cameraman tapped his camcorder.

	"Shit..." he looked around the room.  Fuck, maybe he's been in the wrong
business all along! "well give the public what they want" and he nodded at
him.  Kroos saw the red light go back on.  He looked at Joel knowing then
and there why they had raced to get here.  He was set up!

	"Do it Kroos" he looked at Rocko "I say you do."

	Kroos looked around the room, then down at the front of his nylon shorts.
Damn, he thought, it's not like they cannot see the state he is in, see his
erection already.  Without looking at anyone or anything, he brought his
thumbs to the waistband, hearing a cheer go up.  When he pushed them down to
his knees, and then to his feet, the cheering slowed then a heavy silence
swept through the room.  When he stepped out of them, his hard cock jutting
out of his shaved crotch, looking red and swollen, like he had spent the
last seven hours screwing - which was not far from the truth - he just gave
a blank look at the camera.  Damn but if it didn't look like it was going in
for a close-up on top of everything else.  The tension grew so deafening the
burring of the fan sounded like a fleet of helicopters was hovering over the
building.  Finally Klu's voice cut through the fog,

	"That what happens when ya ain't get it for a month" and the room cracked
up.  Even Kroos looked at Joel, a ghost of a smile on his face.  He looked
around and several of the kids were slapping and high-fiving.  He looked at
Rocko,

	"Satisfied?"

	"Dude what'd ya do to -- "

	Kroos looked at Joel who cut in,

	"Too bad he ain't doin porno right?"

	"Shit that's one fuckin pussy splitter" he pulled his gaze away, then to
Joel "kid you do that?"

	Joel looked around the room fast.  He recovered even faster,

	"Like I said Rocko, anything I say."

	"Y'really lose some fucked-up bet?" he turned back to Kroos, who just stood
there, his arms folded over his chest.

	"Something like that."

	"So what really -- "

	"Hey Rocko!" Joel had to continue this tug-of-war "y'ever get a chance t'do
a nekkid exercise video?"

	He was not expecting the reaction he got.  Bo shot a quick look at Will,
and more quickly looked away.  But not before Joel saw it.  And not before
Rocko shouted,

	"What!?!! How'd - I mean" but half the room started murmuring and
whispering.

	"Well here's yer chance dude" Moose jumped in, one eye on the clock, hoping
to get Joel out of the hot-seat "Kroos here's all yours."

	"These dudes trippin?" he gave a hard look at Kroos.  Kroos did not turn or
react.

	"Try him" Joel threw his ass back in the hot-seat nodding at Moose "Kroos
let's see some arms curls with that bar" pointing at the loaded metal pole.
Rocko went behind his and lifted it to his thighs.  Bo went and did the
same.  Kroos stood there a moment then followed suit.

	The room started clapping again, but more sporatic this time.  As Joel
suspected when he looked around, many guys were keeping their hands
plastered over their crotches, not about to remove them for something as
dangerous as clapping.

	Again Rocko started his rehearsed rap at the camera, but now his voice kept
cracking, his words getting jumbled.  Shit, Moose thought, Joel got the big
prison bull spooked!  Ain't that a trip!

	And it became more of a trip when Kroos started outpacing and then
outlifting Jocko as they went from one to another exercise.  Very soon a
heavy musk of sweating horned guys was percolating through the room.  Moose,
seeing the clock coming up to six, decided to wrap this up.

	"Jocko you got any more ideas before... Kroos here's all tired out?"

	"Leg lifts" Joel pointed at the bench "we ain't had those yet."

	"Yeah we did" Jocko was sweating through his shorts now, the whole upper
half discolored and wet.  He was catching his breath when Joel continued,

	"But not like that!" pointing to Kroos.

	"Shit you trying to completely humiliate the dude?"

	"Not humiliate at all" Joel gave him an innocent look "just show'm to
his... 'full' potential" and several of the guys laughed at the joke.

	"Up to you" he looked at Kroos.

	"No, up to me" Joel looked at Moose "on the bench doc."

	Kroos was not about to fight at this point.  He lowered himself onto the
bench, his legs towards the group.  Towards the camera.  Bo went over to him
and helped him adjust the rack for what he planned.  There was a brief
discussion as Bo adjusted the amount of iron on the bar.

	No sooner had Kroos lifted his legs into position and started the first rep
than Rocko started his running commentary again, pointing out the muscle
groups and giving tips on setting the bar, etc.  He was too busy talking to
the camera that he barely noticed the comments coming from a few of the
guys.  But when he heard "butthole" he turned and looked.  Sure enough
Kroos' crack was on full display everytime he raised and lowered his legs.
Not only that but his hole was bright red and swollen!

	"Stop!" he looked at the camera and gave the "cut it" signal "dude!" he
looked at Joel "what the fuck happened to your butt?  And I do mean fuck!"

	Kroos just lowered his legs, looking up to the inverted face of Bo spotting
over him.

	"Yeah maybe there's been a few things up there" Joel looked at Moose's
shocked face then went to his ever-handy gymbag "like this for one" pulling
out the buttplug.  A strangled gasp went throught the room, mixed with a few
chuckles and lewd comments.  Kroos was past the point of looking at Joel.

	"Dude now I know you are one sick little -- "

	"Naw... ain't like that.  Kroos here likes to work out with his butt
plugged" looking at Moose, seeing the total shock on his face "it's kind of
like a motivation thing.  And... I could just make him do it right here and
now -- "

	"Merklins you totally full of shit!" from a few of his football buddies.

	"And I could just - naw these dudes" looking back at his buddies "are
too... 'delicate!' for this, so I won't make him" at that Kroos looked up,
something like relief on his face.  Then Joel delivered the left hook
"unless..." he looked at Rocko "y'wanna take another vote..."

	"Kid yer scarin me now."

	"What?  A big musclehead like you?  Scared?  By a little high school runt
like me?" he looked back at his friends who were cheering.

	"That's not what -- "

	"Call for a vote!" he looked at Moose and the rest of the guys he knew.  He
even thought he saw something like interest from Rocko's super-straight
protoges.  He had bet the bank on how this would go before he made the call
that morning.  But what he didn't expect was the horny ambiguity, or was it
ambiguous horniness, going throug the room.

	"Enough I'm callin yer bluff kid" Rocko looked at him like he was a total
nutjob "okay dudes show of hands.  Who of you... dudes can live without this
sick trip?" looking at the cameraman: that thing's OFF!

	One by one hands shot up.   But Bo and several others looked at Joel and
Billy and shook their heads and raise their hands as well.

	"Okay" Rocko made a quick count "how many of you... dudes actually wanna
see this muscle ape get the plug?" and the rest of the room raised their
hands.  Of course Klu and Moose and a few others led the charge.  Again
Rocko made the count.

	"Sorry Joel" Rocko looked at him "looks like a tie vote ain't gonna cut
it."

	"We get a vote in this?" the red-haired protoge spoke up at last.

	"Funny Ed" Rocko looked at him, then at the kid, Carl who looked a hundred
miles past nervous.

	"Well I'm votin" looked at Joel and Moose " votin yes" jabbing the kid "and
so is Carl here."

	"Dude thought it was you" Joel looked at him "didn't wanna say anything --
"

	"Ain't that right?" Ed jabbed him again "unless you wanna wait around til
Rocko makes us -- "

	"Ed shuttup!" Rocko stepped over to him but not before Carl eased his hand
up.

	Before the argument went into overtime Joel smirked, "give the customer
what they want.  You said it yerself."

	Before anything else started, Joel went over to the bag and pulled out a
tube of the green goo.  He held it up,

	"I won't ask for a show of hands who recognizes THIS shit."

	But a few comments came from the crappers. Even a grunt from Brian saying
"dude you wouldn't!"

	Some of the other footballers asked him what it was but he told them to zip
it.

	Kroos, stood there naked and sweating, the hair on his body matted and
shiny under the spotlights.  In any other situation, all those muscles would
have been enough to send respect through the room.  But here they only
raised the stakes.  He rubbed the sweat from his face then looked around the
room.  He finally settled on that Ed character,

	"You sure appear eager to see this."

	"Damn straight" he looked at Rocko "cause if he's so freakin to film this
shit I'm gonna make damn sure it ain't me" as an afterthought "or Carl here
for that matter in the spotlight."

	"Ed you talkin shit" Rocko tried "no way I'd make you two do -- "

	"Well ya ain't" he looked at Carl "after the stuff -- "

	"Carl shut yer face!" Rocko came over to him.  For a while it looked like
there was going to be a real fist fight between those two, but Will was in
no mood to see this ultimate humiliation slip away.

	"Joel gimme that shit" he went over to him and took the buttplug from him,
and the lube "I got me a good way t'do this" and he set it down on the
weightbench and smeared a good half of the tube onto the tip.  It sat there
upright and menacing.

	"Okay Kroos" he looked at Joel "unless the minnow here got any fuckin
objections" he went over to the bar and set the weight for about one fifty
"now we gonna see ya do some legsquats" shifting a sly look at his dad.

	"How you know about this shit Will?" came from the back of the room.

	"From practicin on you Matt!" and a few guys cracked up.  Matt turned
beet-red and started getting jabbed and pushed by his teammates.

	"You fulla shit Harrison!"

	"Not me!" he picked up the bar and handed it to Kroos "but the doc here
gonna be soon enough" and that got a few more laughs from the group "okay
doc turn around.  Think this buncha pervs got enough of that flagpole for
the time being.  Turn around and straddle the bench doc" and Kroos gave Joel
a look: you happy now? and turned his back on the group and stepped over the
bench, his legs spread straddling it, the muscles in his butt and thighs
standing out in high relief.

	Rocko gave the slighest look to the cameraman who held his hand over the
controls, so no one could see him hit the "record" button.  He gave the
slightest wink back, only that Ed guy happening to catch it.

	Kroos stood there with his feet spread and took the bar from him, adjusting
for the increased weight as Will continued, "okay bring it up t'those tits
of yours'n jus hold it.  What yer gonna do" he said loud enough to make sure
the whole room heard "is do some leg squats with this bar like this -- "

	"How many?"

	"Til y'can't do any fuckin more, got it?"

	Kroos balanced the weight, knowing he'd have no problems keeping the bar on
his chest.  When he did his first squat, his crotch hit the bench.  Seeing
where his ass was coming down, Will moved the buttplug a few inches until
the next time Kroos came down, he made contact with it.  Needless to say, he
lifted off that contact fast.

	"You think I am going to.. on that, is that it?" Kroos raised himself to
full height.

	Will looked at Joel then at his dad "y'gonna tire sooner or later.  Those
fuckin legs o'yours can squat a fuckin lotta weight" he looked at the group
"but anybody lifts knows after a while even muscles like those gonna punk
out, right?"

	"You sure know a lot about this shit" from that Matt again.

	"Practicin for you minnow" Will shot back.

	"Okay doc let's see how many y'can do" Joel looked at Rocko "any bets?"

	"Fifteen max" from Ed "then he gonna skewer himself."

	"Dude's packed" Rocko caught Kroos' eye "I say he can hold out!
Twenty-eight!"
	"Bull!" Moose looked at the clock "fifteen's all I ever did!"

	"Ten!" somebody else yelled out, then a "twenty" and even a "forty!" from
one of the adults clinging to the back wall.  Even the dude who tried to
leave earlier grunted "nine! He ain't superman!"

	"Fine!" Joel looked around "everybody gets to bet" looking at Rocko
"whoever calls it... he gets Kroos to'blow'm!"

	"Wait!" Kroos had started down when he came back up "I am NOT -- "

	"That counts as one doc" from Joel, as almost everyone now shouted out
numbers between five and thirty.  A few fought over the same number, but
settled down when someone asked,

	"Three of us got the same number.  Who -- "

	"Y'all do!" Joel beamed, then looked at Rocko who was looking at Moose.
Rocko nodded at Joel: your friend for real?  Moose nodded back: oh yeah.

	"Okay count's at one" Rocko went over to Kroos, spotting him in case he
slipped or something "ready when you are" whispering "don't do it.  Us two
can handle these shits."

	"Two!" Kroos grunted and lowered himself down until his butt just grazed
the plug then eased himself up.  Damn, between the bad angle and all the
running around today, his leg muscles were not ready for this.  And never
having practiced for this special event was not going to help him one bit.
He raised up and exhaled.  Once he got his breathing adjusted, he started
again.

	"Three!" everyone started chanting, as Kroos slowly went into the next, his
leg muscles straining now.

	"Four!" a few guys grunted "fuck" seeing their chance pass.

	"Five!" a few more voices fell away, and on it went.

	When they got to "eleven!" only a few in the room kept up the count.  There
were more comments of "shit how many?" or "dude's gonna do it!" or "too bad
for you!  No blow job for you!" and some of them were happy their buddies
lost.  Some were almost relieved themselves they would not have to drop
trous in front of everyone, even if it meant losing out on a blowjob.

	When they got to "fourteen!" Rocko could see Kroos was at the breaking
point.  The last squat almost did him in.  It was only with a great heave he
managed to raise himself off the bench.  A few of the guys up close could
see the tip of the plug has pushed in an inch or so.  Kroos gave Rocko a
look and said,

	"You may have to spot me on this one because I fear I do not have the
strength" and he lowered himself as "fifteen!" came from a few voices in the
room.  He exhaled as the muscles in his thighs and calves started quivering
and then gave out.

	Rocko grabbed the bar from Kroos but it was too late.  His legs could no
longer support even his body weight and he felt the point of the plug break
past his sphincter.  As he felt the bar come off his chest, he freed his
hand and grabbed the bench for balance as the plug's widest part pushed in.
And then his full weight sank down and he was impaled!  Only Rocko saw the
expression on his face when it happened.  A combination of pain and
exhaustion.  But Kroos looked at him and grunted,

	"Worst is over!" he sat there resting, catching his breath, the plug deep
inside him.  As he watched Rocko put the bar back into the rack for him and
toss him a towel he felt the tingling start inside his hole.  He looked down
and his ever-hard was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the foreskin
pulled almost past the head.  And he was starting to leak!

	Rocko looked down at him and real low said,

	"Dude you okay?" nodding at his dick "that kid slip you somethin or what?"

	"I am fine" he whispered "Viagra has that - this effect" he drummed his
cock a bit, amazing himself with the hardness, a stream of clear goo oozing
down "and no he did not."
	"Like how then?"

	"I took it myself."

	"Dude!  Didn't you know -- "

	"We had a good idea --"

	"Like why dude?  What he got over you?"

	"Long story -- "

	"I gotta hear it" looking around seeing the commotion "sometime like."

	Rocko went over to Joel "you sick shit you happy now?" and then to Moose
"what's all the noise about?"

	Moose was agruing with several guys at once "guys here can't agree on who
won or not" and went back to arguing with about six guys.  Luckily Will and
Bo were there to back him up.  When Rocko joined in, they quieted down.

	After a good two minutes of solid arguing, Joel stepped in and said,

	"Look you guys, you can ALL get blow jobs okay?" at which point there were
some shoving and slapping and high-fiving, but Rocko said,

	"Bull! who had fifteen?"

	"He didn't do fifteen!  He did fourteen!" and it started again.  Rocko
yelled over the noise,

	"I say it's fifteen! Now who bet fifteen?"

	"Shit!" a few yelled "fuckin rigged!" but the knot settled down to three
guys who the rest agreed bet the right number.  One was that Brian guy from
the minnows, as well as Jorge of all people.  The third was another
middle-aged guy who had been hugging the shadows towards the back of the
room.

	"The winners of today's City Lottery are..." Joel turned to the room "Brian
and Jorge here" he looked at the guy "and..." waiting for the right moment
"we'll call you John."

	John looked around a bit nervous.  The guy had some decent shoulders on
him, which complimented his unavoidable beer belly.  The dusting of brown
hairs on his bare forearms and legs continued the theme from his
five-o-clock shadow, but the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants could be
covering anything or nothing.

	"Brian Jorge and... John up here" Joel directed them to the front.  As he
did Kroos turned around, but kept sitting on the bench.  By now he was past
the point of being concerned about displaying his state.  There were still a
few comments and hoots.

	"Wait!" Moose looked at Rocko "what about your dude there, Ed."

	"What about me?" he gave a shocked look at Rocko.

	"I know I heard you say fifteen too!"

	"Bull!" he looked at Rocko "I said f-f-fifty."

	"Ed I heard you say fifteen" he turned to Moose "you too Moose!"

	"I don't remember" Moose looked at Joel then at Will and Bo.

	"Rule's rules" Rocko pointed at Ed then at the other three "join yer
buddies man."

	"This wasn't part of the -- "

	"Well it is now" he looked at Carl then at the rest "dude turning down a
blowjob!  Now I seen everything!" and a lot of the guys laughed.  Except for
the sore losers.

	"Okay you guys get to have Kroos here blow ya" Joel looked at Kroos, making
a point of stroking himself in front of the rest "but it's up t'you dudes
how or where ya want it today" he looked at Jorge, knowing the kid's been
completely turned on since back in the locker room "Jorge?"

	"I get to tell Kroos how I want him to..." looking back at his group "suck
me off?"

	"Y'got it" Joel looked at Kroos "long's it ain't too freaky, y'know like,
middle of eighth street during rush hour!"

	At that even Moose and Rocko cracked a smile.  One guy yelled out "what
rush hour?" and that broke up even more guys.

	"Well?"

	Jorge knew that as soon as he stuck his dick in the doc's mouth he'd unload
but good.  Not something to advertise here,

	"In the steam room, after we break up here" he looked at Kroos.  Kroos
almost looked appreciative.

	"Jorge dude" Brian looked back at the minnows "here's yer chance to do him
right in the open! Right in front of the all yer buds!"

	"Steam room, that's how" Jorge stepped back to the group.

	"Shit I can't wait" Brian went over to Kroos "I wanna juice his mouth right
like this!" he pulled down the front of his shorts, keeping his ass covered
as he turned his back on the rest.  He went up to Kroos and shoved his
crotch in his face "suck me off doc!  Right here in front of the whole
fuckin world!"

	Kroos looked at him, then at Joel.  He slid down to the end of the bench as
Brian shoved his semi-hard cock in his face.  Kroos raised his hand up
cradling Brian's full balls.  That was enough to start bringing the blood
into his cock.  And what a cock it was!  It had been big enough to send
Milt, Matt's brother, to the docs that afternoon.  Too bad he couldn't be
here, Brian thought.  Too bad has all that family shit to deal with, being
on good behavior and all.  But the memory of that afternoon, with his
babymaker deep inside Milt's hairy butt was enough to bring him to full
hard!  Kroos gagged.
	"Go easy on him" from Ted in the back.

	"Choke'm" from Mannie who came up close to see it "man I woulda paid hard
cash to see this!"

	"Doc get down on yer hands and knees!" Brian was hard now and in control
"facing away from yer audience.  And spread yer knees.  Let'm see that butt
of yours - that plug in ya! -- when y'blow me!"

	Kroos raised himself off the bench using both hands.  There were a few
murmurings seeing his discomfort.  But whether it was from the squats or the
plug made little difference at this last stage.  Kroos got down on the
ground, giving a glance to the camcorder,

	"That thing better be off!" he glared at Rocko.  Joel went over and with a
big yank pulled it free of the outlet.

	"It is now... bud" he winked and double checked the camcorder, seeing all
lights dead. He went over to Mannie and whispered to him.  Mannie's eyes
went wide!

	"What is the conference about?" Kroos was trying to keep his head turned
around, as Brian made a show of unsnapping his shorts.

	"Tellin Herrer here" Joel smirked at him, then at Rocko, trying again to
get some kind of reaction from him, one way or the other "that camera has no
more juice left in it n'you after I fucked ya!"

	Kroos tried to come off his hands at him swearing but before he got a
"Joel!" out Brian grabbed him by the ears and directed his face onto his
dick, red and waving in the air.  Before he knew it he was back on his
knees, with a mouthful of throbbing meat, Joel pulling him back again and
again into his crotch.  The minnows went crazy when they saw that.  Hell,
almost the whole room was letting out little whoops and cheers, except the
cameraman who was all business now, stowing the gear and winding up some
cords.  And Baby Huey!  He had backed into Bo by accident.  When he realized
what he did, there was a look of total shock on his face.  Joel could not
tell if it was from what his eyes were telling him he was really seeing, or
from the wall of muscle he suspected he had pissed off.

	But Bo's eyes were on Joel still ticked off about his crack, a finger
pointing right at him, mouthing: Bull!

	Joel could see Kroos was in no position to contradict him so he held up
three fingers.  Bo mouthed: Wha?  Joel nodded.  Bo waved him away like he
was full of shit.  Joel pointed at the camcorder going into the case and
said, "believe it!"

	Will was standing off to Bo's side, and in any other situation would have
caught the entire exchange and made a mental note of it for future
extortions, but not this time.  He was one of several pairs of eyes glued to
what Brian was doing to Kroos' face.  That's when Jorge whispered to Joel,

	"You gotta stop this!"

	"Stop this?!?!" he muttered back "dude you are almost like next in line!"

	"I thought y'were like playin chicken with him or somethin -- "

	"This look like chicken?" Joel looked around the room, trying to gauge if
anyone was either freaked or ready to blow the whistle on this.  He did see
a few ready to blow but...

	"Daaaaamn Merklins..." Jorge looked at Kroos going to town on Brian now
"I'm seein but I ain't -- "

	And at that moment Brian shouted "FuuuUUUUU!" and fell forward over Kroos'
slippery back.  He started spasming like his dick was in a electrical socket
or something!  He finally managed to pul his impressive bright red cock away
from Kroos' face, shiny with spit and cum.  As soon as he did he looked up,
realizing where he was and turned away toward the wall, pulling his shorts
up.

	"Jorge you change yer mind?" Joel gave him a friendly shove, but Jorge
looked like he was caught in the headlight.  Literally.

	"Unless you wanna take yer turn next" Joel looked at that John guy.  But he
almost looked more reluctant than Jorge.  When he realized the room was
waiting for a response he turned to Joel,

	"Let the Miner go first" using the official, non-derogatory term.  That got
a few whoops and claps from the room "before he rips his shorts!"  and the
whooping got louder.  A chant of "Jor Ge! Jor Ge!" started from a few and
spread to about a dozen guys.  Jorge whispered to Joel "sorry but I'll
wait... y'know" and without looking at the rest of the room, slipped out the
back door.  There were a few boo's and mild insults but the attention of the
mob shifted to the John guy fast.  They were in no mood to be cheated of any
part of this sideshow.

	Joel looked at the John guy, waiting.

	"Well?  We got another red-blooded american stud turning down a blow-job?"
and a chant started from the back "blow! job! blow! job!"

	John looked around the room, then at Joel, "I don't know what drugs you
gave the big lummox, but..." he went over to Kroos, taking Brian's spot.  He
looked at the group, then at Rocko "but before they wear off..." and started
to reach for the waistband of his shorts.  The room broke into applause but
his eye's never left Rocko.  Kroos sat on his haunches watching all of this.
  His expression was a form of calm defiance by now.

	"Okay, we seen enough" came a low growl like thunder from Bo.  Will started
wiggling and protesting but the clamp on his shoulder told him he meant
business!  Joel went over to him fast.

	"Bo c'mon stick around things are just getting -- "

	"I got eyes boy I see how they're gettin!"  he looked at Joel, more
stoney-faced than pissed.

	"Don't ya wanna stick around?" Joel was hoping to keep him there, as a
bodyguard if nothing else "c'mon Bo!  This might be yer only chance to get
back at the doc!  And I do mean 'back'!" grabbing himself on the right
buttcheek for emphasis.

	"Joel y'don't gotta draw me a picture" he was starting to edge Will out of
the room.  Even Jimmy was looking almost disappointed, thinking the
craziness was coming to a halt.

	"I'm serious" Joel pulled Bo aside "I understand y'know all these people n'
shit, but I'm sayin - and I ain't shittin ya! -- shit y'too big to bullshit
but..." whispering "y'want a crack at the doc, no holds barred! I mean it!
we gonna be at a place called Mort's Supper Club later, y'know it?"

	"SHIT what that got t'do with -- " Bo's expression was more shocked than
Joel expected.

	"Meet us there --- oh say eight or so" pulling him against the wall "I'll
explain everything then.  But this might be yer only chance to see that ass
of his on the end of yer skewer okay?" he looked back as Rocko was back to
arguing with his two protoges again "okay?"

	"I find out y'settin me up boy..."

	"Ask Moose if y'don't believe me okay?"

	"Later" he went back to Will who was making moves like he wanted to sneak a
turn next, grabbed his arm and "escorted" him out the back door.

	"Y'really getting off on all this shit, ain't ya Rocko?" John kept his eye
on him, his hand still hesitating under the bottom of his oversize t-shirt
"bet yer thinkin it was you caught up in this?" and he looked to Ed and Carl
for their reaction.  As he thought they both looked trapped in the
headlights.  Rocko just stood there grim, but the muscles tightening in his
arms were doing the talking for him.  He looked around the room, seeing the
smiles, and hearing the chant of blowjob! blowjob! over and over.

	"Last chance to change yer mind" John kept taunting him, teasing the front
of his sweatpants down and inch or two.  Rocko just smirked and muttered
"later punk" and nodded for him to get on with it.

	That alone was enough to send more blood pumping into his groin.  By the
time he moved his crotch in front of Kroos, he was struggling with his
drawstring.  To his amazement Kroos undid it for him!  His loose sweatpants
fell past his knees, exposing his spotted white briefs.

	"Shit John y'already splooged yer shorts?"

	"Yeah just thinkin about yer mouth on my rod made me cream my jeans!" and a
few of the guys, mainly Klu and Brian, were getting off on this no end.

	"Keep dreaming big boy" Rocko was back at him "yer number's up sooner than
you think" he looked at Carl and Ed "but you're gonna be the chump on yer
knees."

	"Naw... don't wanna wreck yer fantasy" John pulled the bottom of his
t-shirt up past his big hard belly, pinning it with his arms.  His white
briefs were full with his growing package.

	"All yours doc" John looked at him "chow time."

	Kroos reached forward and pulled his briefs down to his knees, then all the
way to ankles as John told him.  The slender trail of light-brown hair
extending down from his navel, over his big firm belly expanded into a thick
bush at his pubes.

	"Dude maybe you're the one should be shaved!" from Klu, jabbing and getting
jabbed by his buds.

	John's fat dick was half out, the head swollen but covered by a
long-wrinkled foreskin.  A few of the high school kids came closer, not sure
what they were seeing.

	"Dude that's like the gnarliest skin I ever seen on a dick" Klu kept up the
commentary.

	"And you've seen a lot!" came from Joel, getting a few high-fives and lewd
comments.  Klu almost shut up.  Almost.

	But the real attraction on display were the biggest furriest pair of eggs
tight againt John's crotch.  They were almost lifting his cock up by
themselves, they were so large and swollen it almost looked fake.  That's
when John looked at Rocko again,

	"Like my balls doc" John looked down past his stomach "I wanna know what
it's feels like when Rocko here gets a mouthful of hair."

	"Somethin you'll never know so y'better settle for this" he looked at Joel,
who was starting to take mental notes of this whole exchange.

	As ordered Kroos started licking and then sucking on John's balls.  Before
they became too tight he was even able to suck each one into his mouth,
alternating back and forth.  That was enough to bring John's cock up even
more. But instead of lengthening, it seemed that it just continued to
thicken.  The covered head got fatter and fatter, making the foreskin
stretch and tighten, until much of the overhang was lost accommodating the
expansion.  When that club started throbbing forward, too stubby and heavy
to lift up, it started banging into Kroos' substantial nose like a battering
ram.  The stretched head, now rippling with thick prominent veins, was at
least twice the width of the neck.  It was almost as big around as his
wrist.  A few whistles could be heard over the whining of that fan.

	"Is that a dick or a tumor y'got there?" Rocko tried to sound flip, but it
was noticeable from his cracking voice he was having a hard time not
watching this.

	"When it's up yer butt you tell me!" John just kept his arms by his side.
With Kroos going to town on his balls, his angry hardening dick was in full
view.  He had to admit he was enjoying watching the guys edge closer,
getting a better look.  He was almost afraid he was going to be mobbed when
they rushed the stage.

	"Okay doc, skin it back" John looked back down "give the folks their
money's worth" and Kroos  pulled one hand off the floor and grabbed the base
of John's cock.  Because there was that extra skin, it retracted very
easily.  But when the skin pulled back, the fat head popped out and swelled
even more.  It was a bright purplish-blue and with Kroos' fist around the
base, they did look the same size!  Kroos tried to suck on it but could
barely get his mouth around that head!  And Joel knew Kroos was no amateur
in this area.

	"Don't worry doc I ain't gonna choke ya" John smirked, his attention
directed at Rocko "only one or two gu-- I mean people can take it, right
Rocko?"

	"Don't ask me, ask yer mother" Rocko expected John to fly at him with that
comment.  John just laughed.  John started batting his cock back and forth
against Kroos' face, the pissslit now distended and starting to ooze a gob
or two of clear goo.

	"Yer daughter really squeals when it goes up her butt" John's eyes were
glued to Rocko.  The room was real quiet, waiting for these two to kill each
other any second.  Instead Rocko laughed and said,

	"I don't have a daughter, fuckhead!"

	"You told the motel clerk she was!" and only Joel laughed.

	Everyone was getting a good look now at this crazy fat dick throbbing and
spasming with Kroos' stimulation of his balls.  They were starting to get
real tight against his crotch now, too tight for Kroos' to suck in.  So
Kroos started licking around that swollen head more and more, running his
tongue around the crown and up and down the underside.  He was rewarded by
getting his face smeared with more and more pre-cum, oozing non-stop from
the widening pissslit. There was so much of it the goo was running down
Kroos' beard.  John was having more and more difficulty getting his breath.

	"You really wound up are you?" Kroos lifted his face off his dick, catching
his breath as well.
	"Fuck do that thing with yer tongue again I'll blow!"

	"Just relax" Kroos pinched the base of John's swollen cock to the point he
let out a gasp.  When he did Kroos started sucking on his nuts again.  John
saw stars!  When Kroos started slapping himself in the face with his dick
back and forth, the room started chanting "suck! suck! suck!" like it was a
halftime show!  All that was missing was the marching band.  So when Kroos
got him so pumped that dick looked like it was going to split down the seam
he pulled as much of John's swollen head into his mouth, and that did it.
John threw his head back and screamed just as Kroos pulled away, and John
blew what looked like a month's worth of cum into Kroos' half-open mouth.
That great battering ram of a cock continued to pump out thick viscous ropes
of cum all by itself as Kroos tugged at his balls. The room broke into
cheers!

	When John felt his feet back on the ground he looked for Rocko.  But Rocko
had turned away and was trying to bury himself towards the back of group.
Instead he saw Joel giving him a smile and a thumbs up.  Before the kids
rushed the stage, he pulled up his briefs and sweatpants, his cock still
dripping, and disappeared towards the back door as well.  As he passed that
Jimmy guy near the door he heard the kid say,

	"Man you are like..."

	"Like what kid!" glared at him, expecting a snide comment.

	"Like that was...John you have the cock to beat all cocks!"

	"So y'into cocks huh kid?"

	"No I mean - er - I..." Jimmy felt his face flush a beet red, his hands
almost shaking.

	"Well watch yerself around..." he looked back at the room "around this
group, careful what ya say" and he was through the door gone.  Jimmy looked
around seeing Joel watching the exchange.  He just waved John away: don't
worry about him.



	Joel gave a look at the clock.  Damn it was coming up on six-thirty.  This
was gonna cost him he knew it.

	Clearing his head he went over to Kroos who was crouching again on his
knees, Rocko reappearing in front of him.  It looked like they were having a
conversation about something.  That alone made Joel queasy.

	Kroos looked around when he saw Joel,

	"What next?" like he was asking Joel to pass the ketchup.

	Joel looked at Rocko, then at his two protoges,

	"Guess that would be you stud" looking Ed up and down.  Without his shirt
he was an anatomy chart of ripped sinewy muscle, hairless except for a few
reddish blond circles around his nipples.  But he looked cool and relaxed
like he had no intention of doing anything more than watch with a casual
curl to his lip.

	"Dude I cannot figure out your trip" he reached down and picked up his
shirt, "and I don't want to."

	"Ed you earned -- "

	"Rocko you can just pay me in cash like ya always do" pulling his shirt on
"I ain't gonna do no frikkin sex show for no bunch of pervs" and oh brother
did that get everyone going again.  There was some yelling and arguing but
after a while it looked like Ed was not having any of it, and exited out the
front door, unlocking it as he did.  Rocko went behind him to close it
again, but was met by the front desk guy.

	"You guys finished your..." looking around, expecting godknowswhat.  He
almost looked disappointed not to see a pile of nude guys wrestling around
on the floor or something.

	"Yeah we're done here" Rocko looked back in the room "so the place closed
now?" looking at the clock.

	"Soon as everyone's outa here" he saw the guys start to head for both
doors, hearing bits of conversation "I give everyone fifteen minutes - okay
HALF HOUR!" looking at the state of most of them, even the ones who
considered themselves presentable enough to come through this main door "but
then I start tossing!"

	"Deal" Rocko lowered his voice "thanks."

	"Hey" whispering back "we're almost even."

	"Almost" Rocko went back inside to retrieve a few things.  He went over to
Kroos who had thrown something around him the first chance he got and was
making an awkward waddle to the back door.  He was almost surprised by the
reaction he was getting.  Guys were coming up to him, slapping him on the
back, shaking his hand, even one or two goosing him!  Just gets weirder and
weirder, he thought.

	"Wait up!" he called, not expecting Kroos to turn.  But it got weirder.

	"Sorry!" Kroos looked at him.

	"Sorry!?!?!" he put his hand on his shoulder "sorry????"

	"Yes" he looked back at the room as they went through the door, heading
down the hallway towards to locker room "did not mean to break up the party
back there."

	"Dude if I live a fuckin million years I ain't ever figurin you out" he
lowered his voice as did most now they were in a "public" place "or that
sick friend of yours."

	"Hey!" Kroos wheeled around "watch what you say about Joel!" and it almost
looked like there was going to be a fight right then and there.

	Rocko put up his hands palms out "dude no offense!  I mean y'gotta admit --
"

	"Never ever let me hear you call him sick got it?" Kroos narrowed his eyes,
the muscles in his jaw flexing hard.

	"Hey... shit I get the idea okay? I won't!" Rocko made a point of holding
open the door for him, peace offering and all.

	"Nobody calls anybody sick" Kroos let a crack of smile slip "except me.  I
am the doc remember?"

	"You really a doc?" and several guys within earshot in the echoing locker
room laughed out loud.

	"Oh yeah he's a doc alright!  Doctor Dick!" Klu's voice broke over the
laughter.  Someone slapped him with a towel.  With that the tension was
broken and everyone was just in a hurry to get out of their grimy clothes,
get cleaned up and empty outa there.  And yeah there was a lot of grumbling
about "not gettin a fuckin turn!" but only half seemed to care.  And that
half was making tracks for the locker room.