Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 12:02:54 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Dog Pound Daze, part 7

Dog Pound Daze, part 7		by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of
Security and To Folsum and Beyond.

NOTE: This story includes references and descriptions to gay, male to male
sex, if such matters offend you, please exit.  Also, actions of a sexual
nature occur in this story which are not a statement supporting unsafe
sexual practices, this is a work of fiction and fantasy.

Grand Opening, the big day had arrived.  The weather even cooperated.  It
had rained on and off for several days as the construction crew readied the
site.  Then, on the morning of the big day it became, sunny, bright, and
unseasonably warm.  The staff from the gym had all opted to wear either
company tank tops or pullovers with their snug jersey company shorts.  Even
Richard, who most days was very conservative, sported a tank top to show
off the gains he had made the last few weeks.  Red and Tom looked like
competitive bodybuilders in their tiny tanks and clingy shorts.  Dell was
turning heads with his furry pecs, down turned nips and muscle butt that
defied description.  Don ran around organizing staff to help all of the
curious first timers.  The curious soon got caught up in the muscle high.

Eric watched as the staff ran around getting ready and thought to himself,
"What a hot crew we have here."  Some of the construction guys, who had
joined the gym, got into the act and wore tanks from the gym.  It was
becoming a beef feast.  Everywhere you looked there was muscular skin on
view in the early spring sun. Muscle was on parade.  Eric waited patiently
in his tight pullover and jeans as Tom organized the ribbon cutting for the
newspapers.  He had hired a photographer to record the day.  The man was in
heaven snapping shots of one hunk after another. Tom and Dell had offered a
market area as a test to see if any supplement, equipment or clothing
companies would come.  They had to order a tent at the last minute to
accommodate all of them.

A group of their musclehead friends from Chicago had come down for the
weekend.  They were busily pumping in the free weight room that had taken
on the look of a back stage pumproom for a bodybuilding contest. Men and
women were stripped down to posing suits and eager to show off their
assets.  Everyone was in high spirits and testosterone levels were through
the roof.  The gym's regular members were mixing with the crowd in awe of
the heavy-duty muscle mass turnout.  Everyone was happy to share equipment
and give tips.  There were so many men posing for pics Dell began
complaining about the constant flashing.

It was finally time to organize the group for the ground breaking.  Tom
handed everyone shovels as they lined up for the cameras.  Tom and Red
stood at center with Eric behind Tom.  Darrell represented Eric's
construction company.  Richard, Dell and Don joined from the staff, a young
man, with a surprisingly hot body, introduced himself as the rep from the
actual pool company, and the captain of the university swim team rounded
out the photo lineup.  Two women from the staff closed the ranks at either
end.  The men all placed their shovels at the ready and just as they were
to dig, each had to flex for the optimum arm definition.  Tom had also
arranged for the swim team from the university to pose in suits at the
mockup of the diving platform to be built.

Richard had written a simple press release, with Marsh and Jack's help, to
answer any questions people might have.  The staff had planned for the
ground breaking and ribbon cutting to occur within minutes of each other so
people could enjoy the facilities to the best benefit.  As soon as the
crowd finished the ground breaking, they lined up for the ribbon cutting at
the main entrance.  Tom and Eric stood center at this event, flanked by
Red, Dell, Don and Richard.  The manager of the local supplement chain
joined them with a couple of equipment and clothing company reps. The two
women from the staff held the bright blue ribbon tightly at either end.  As
the men all placed their scissors on the ribbon, they were instructed to
strike a biceps pose with their other arm.  There wasn't a small gun in the
bunch.  The ribbon fell in shreds followed by a large cheer from the crowd
and multitudinous grunts.  As the crowd filed into the gym a group of the
muscleheads from the free weight room lined the stairs to pose for the
cameras.

Several supplement and drink companies donated products for free to be
served in the Cafe.  Dell was swamped trying to serve everyone.  The
wall to wall sea of fitness and lifting fanatics partied as the gym opened
it's doors for a four hour open house.  Vic was there attempting to provide
crowd control and finally just shrugged, stripped off his shirt, bounced
his pecs and joined the party.  The crowd eventually evened out in
distribution between the gym, the display set up outside for the pool site
and the tent in the parking lot where vendors had taken up residence.  Tom
stood back from the front desk and leaned against Eric.  He felt Eric's hot
hands rubbing his butt.

"You realize in these shorts that I have no secrets?"  Eric gave him an
evil grin, stripped off his pullover and pressed up behind him.  Tom felt
the thick dick press against his butt and the shelf like pecs rub his back.
Eric wrapped his arm around him and squeezed.  He held his shirt in front
of the growing protrusion in Tom's shorts.

"You guys did an awesome job getting a crowd here and getting newspaper
coverage.  I don't think you have anything to worry about with business,
except where to put all your new members.  On the other hand I know exactly
where I would like to put my member."

"I don't think I can get away right now."

"Didn't say you had to, just remember where we left off."  He ground his
dick against Tom's butt and over the crowd felt Tom moan and press back
against him.

Vic and Joe worked their way over and stopped a couple of feet short,
knowing what was probably happening.  Both were bare-chested to show off
their beefy, furry pumped pecs.  Vic wrapped his thick, furry forearms
around Tom's neck and kissed him.  "Congratulations buddy, Ted would be
proud of you."  Tom smiled and hugged him.  We're taking off to, well,
we're going home to fuck, let's be blunt.  See you boys later tonight."

They worked their way out of the door as the sea of skin grew.  Red was
handing out membership applications at the desk and Richard quickly
scheduled appointments for meetings.  Don distributed brochures on the
personal training they were offering.  The staff happily assisted everyone
with their questions.  It was a long open house despite the shorter hours
that day to keep the staff from getting too worn out from the big event.
None of the regular members complained, they were too busy partying with
all the near naked guests.

Red finally spawned his way to the office to sit down and chat with Tom and
Eric.  "Wow. What a day!  You guys ready for the party at your house?"

"Yep, everything's in place, caterer is ready and guests should start to
arrive around 7:30."

"Super, I think this should make for a really hot time, every response I
had to the invitation was positive, no one said they wouldn't do it.
Should be fun.  I handed a couple more out today to a couple of guests who
seemed really interested in the goings on.  Did you see the really hot
dude, the one with all the muscles, hmm, guess I need to be more
specific. The guy who was wearing the old beat up Gold's tank?"

"Yeah, he looked familiar but I don't think we have actually met him.  Hot
man though, great butt."

Tom looked up indignantly.  "Hey keep you're eyes on this butt."  He
wiggled his beefy glutes at Eric.

"Anyway, we'll be over about 6:30 to help with any last minute details.
Have your houseguests arrived?" Red tried to change the subject to keep the
two beefy men focused.

"Oh yeah and they are all here somewhere, that is if they haven't picked up
men and are back at the house having sex, which by the way, can we leave
now."  Eric grabbed his basket and squeezed.

Tom smiled and looked at Red. "Someone wants to play before the party,
guess we'll go."

Red got up and walked them to the door.  It was finally quieting down. "OK,
go have fun, we'll see ya later, Don't hurt yourselves."

"OK, great job buddy.  Everything was super."

Red closed the gym and shooed all of the employees out after a very hectic
day.  They were still on a high from the sheer number of people who came
through.  Even if only a small percentage of them joined, it would put the
gym in a very good financial picture.  Red, Darrell and Ron played a bit to
pique their party mood, then dressed for the big celebration.  They arrived
at Eric and Tom's precisely at 6:30 and were met by Tom who was still in
his underwear.

"That's not in keeping with the theme we chose."  Ron grabbed the big
cockhead through the cotton briefs.

"Hey, don't get it started again, it took forever to calm it down.  Let's
just say Eric wouldn't leave it alone.  And don't worry, I will be dressed
appropriately.  But every time we started to get dressed, we got
distracted." The three friends just rolled their eyes and laughed.

"Hey, speak for yourself, I'm ready."  The four men standing in the
entryway looked up the steps to see Eric walking down in complete black tie
formal wear.  He casually smiled, did a quick spin at the bottom of the
steps and displayed the lining of the jacket.  "Simple, yet elegant."

Red had gone with a formal theme for the party.  The twist was that under
their tuxes, suit or dress uniforms the guests were to be in some leather
or bar outfit.  As the evening buffet dinner concluded and dessert was
being readied, the guests were to change moods, so to speak.  Not one
person objected but rather found the challenge to be a fun idea.

"So," Eric draped his arm over Red's tux covered shoulders. "How difficult
was it to find a tux to fit this little dude?"

Darrell and Ron lost it.  "Red had to have a tux specially altered to fit
his short, thick frame.  Not one part of his body was in proportion."
Darrell finally quit laughing and told the story of Red's fitting and how
the poor tailor slaved to make it look good.  And how hot the man got doing
all the measurements.  He finally lost it and while Red stood in his
underwear between fittings, the man tore off his briefs and gave him a
blowjob.

"He was good, but definitely not my type.  Think about it, in this town he
probably got about 50% of the business of all the muscleheads invited to
this event.  He had to be in hog heaven."

"Or the poor guy is now in the hospital from a massive, sex induced
coronary."

"Hmm, good for him."

"OK, I better go get dressed."  Tom bounded up the stairs as Eric offered
drinks to their first guests.

As the other guests began to arrive, Tom appeared at the top of the
steps. Eric stood and stared up at him.  Tom slowly walked down and joined
him in the TV/Room.  Eric kissed him lightly and brushed a bit of lint from
the lapel.

"You look absolutely hot.  I don't think I have ever seen you dressed this
way.  Knowing what's under that tux gets me going."  He ran in his hand in
between Tom's butt cheeks.

"Buddy, you don't know what's under this tux."  Tom gave him an evil grin
and wandered off to check on the caterers.  Eric raised his eyebrows and
chuckled. "But you'll enjoy it when the time comes."

Eric stood in the entryway and greeted guests as they arrived.  Joe and Vic
arrived in full dress uniform.  Joe from his military days and Vic in his
police dress.  Bill and Steve from Chicago and the other houseguests all
came in full formal.  Even Kyle and Mark had gone tux for the evening.
Frank and Don arrived in total Canadian Mounted Police uniforms and stood
out in the bright red.  Eric amused himself by pondering what the men were
wearing under all that formal wear.

Richard and Dell came in and Eric's jaw dropped.  He had always considered
both men to be quite good looking, but in full formal eveningwear they were
model perfect.  Richard was one of the best looking men he could recall
seeing.  He was downright knock down hot looking in his tux.  Dell was
obviously elated and excited by the look.  There wasn't a tux anywhere that
could disguise the boner he was sporting and the beefy butt under the
jacket.

Eric was floored again when the judge who had handled his case against his
brother walked in with an attractive man following behind.  He introduced
him as his lover of 10 years.  Despite a difference in ages, they were
quite happy and made a very good-looking couple.  Both commented on the
theme challenge for the evening and were looking forward to the unveiling
of alter egos later.  Various other guests strolled in filling out the list
Red had compiled.  It made an interesting assortment of men.  There were
more dress uniforms than Eric had expected.  And quite an array of sizes
and shapes.  Red had done a good job of mixing the crowd and everyone
seemed to be happily mingling.  Eric stood to one side trying to visualize
the muscle bodies underneath and what leather surprises each had concocted.

The beefy bodybuilder who had shown up for the grand opening finally
knocked on the door and stood nervously scanning the guests.  Eric walked
over to introduce himself.  The man, only slightly shorter than Eric, close
to Tom's height, gave his name as Mike.  Eric welcomed him to their home
and showed him to the bar.  "This isn't supposed to be a come on, but you
look very familiar, have we met."  The big man smiled and simply said
no. "Well, it was nice to see you could do the black tie thing at such
short notice."

"Oh, I own a tux, so that part was easy.  Trying to decide on the under
gear was the tough part.  Never done this before."

"I don't think any of us has.  Leave it to Red to come up with something
different."

"He was quite charming and persuasive, not to mention very attractive, in
that tiny tank and shorts.  How big are those quads anyway?"

"Almost as big as he is tall.  Are you sure we haven't met?"

"Quite.  I'm very good with names, faces and places.  I'm sure I would
remember had we crossed paths."

"OK, well, if you will excuse me, I need to check on Tom and the caterers.
We should be ready for dinner at any moment.  Make yourself at home."  At
least three men swarmed the hot man as Eric walked away.  He seemed a bit
taken aback at first but settled in and was soon charming the crowd.  Eric
watched for a few seconds and racked his brain to remember from where he
knew the man.

Tom walked out of the kitchen and announced that the buffet was now
available and for everyone to kindly help themselves.  Eric sauntered over
with his drink and leaned against Tom's back.  He swirled his drink and in
a low voice said, "The name's Bond, James Bond.  Do you prefer to be shaken
or stirred?"

"I've seen your swizzle stick, so, of course, I prefer to be stirred."
Eric rubbed Tom's butt again and Tom sidled away.  "Still trying to figure
out the costume underneath this?"

"Just curious.  But I have to admit you look great in formal attire, quite
hot actually."  Eric leaned against Tom a bit more until Tom felt the
growing bulge in his pants.  "I'm feeling a little frisky right now, boy."

Tom looked at him suspiciously.  "How much wine have you had to drink?"

"Only one glass, been too busy greeting guests.  By the way, who is this
big, beefy muscle freak named Mike.  I swear I know him."

"Yeah, he looks familiar but I can't place where we might have seen him."

"Well, he's one huge guy and actually seems rather shy at first.  Once you
get him talking he's quite charming but there's jus something I can't quite
put my finger on."

"Think about it later, let's put our fingers on some grub, I'm starved, we
didn't get our afternoon snack."

"I did."  A sly smile spread over Eric's face as he rubbed Tom's basket.

"That isn't much of a snack, at least not the, uh, outcome."  He dragged
Eric over to the table so they could join the serving line.  Their usual
group of catering guys was happily serving the guests and soon the place
was full of happy diners.  The men prepared the table for dessert while the
guests finished eating.  They worked to clear everything before bringing
out the desserts and coffee.  The large group of formally attired men stood
around and chatted during the lull between courses.  Eric was a bit
concerned but Red and Tom assured him that it was necessary for the full
effect of the evening.

Eric and Tom found themselves chatting with a blond man whom they
recognized from the gym.  They had always thought he was a bit on the
chunky side and that he chose the clothes he wore for working out to hide
the extra weight.  He had struck up a conversation about getting into
serious lifting and his enthusiasm made them realize how determined he was
to transform his body.  They offered to work with him and the light in his
face showed his appreciation.  Mike wandered by at the time and was also
drawn into the conversation offering the young man, named Doug some very
good tips.  The four men were intently discussing workouts when the
catering staff announced dessert.

The four men from the catering company had stripped to leather jocks,
harnesses and boots.  The guests applauded their mood change.  Red
announced that in order to get dessert, everyone now had to transform
themselves to the dark side of the evening.  One of the supplement
companies had provided large bags to be used for their suits, tuxes, etc.,
if they had not brought something along.  One of the clothing companies
provided lifting sweatshirts for anyone whom might catch a chill.  Marsh
walked to the thermostat and confirmed what he thought.  Tom had already
pumped it up to keep the crowd comfortable and all fireplaces in the
TV/Room, living and dining rooms and basement were ablaze.

Every where you looked, men were eagerly stripping off their tuxes, suits
or uniforms to reveal harnesses, jocks, leather shots, boots and some
creative uses of pouches.  The dessert did eventually get served but became
secondary to the fun of the moment.

Tom and Eric helped each other as Doug and Mike watched.  Eric had chosen a
full harness and his leather shorts with workboots, while Tom opted for a
leather and chain harness attached to his nipple rings with a mesh and
leather jock.  A chain ran from the nipples to the PA hidden in the ample
mash jock pouch.  Mike striped to a very hot fitting pair of shorts and
y-harness.  Doug chose shorts and vest.  He surprised everyone by having a
much trimmer body than his gym clothes let on.  He had a really rather
small waist and thick upper body with a quite nice set of legs and butt.
Eric complimented him.  His face lit up with the praise.

Mike held Eric's drink while he ran his and Tom's clothes upstairs.  Tom
returned from helping guests and took Eric's drink from Mike.  "Where's
yours?"

"I don't drink, except soda or water."  Tom was impressed.  Mike helped
Doug fold his clothes and put them in a bag and then offered to get
everyone desert.  Doug joined him as Eric returned.  As Mike turned toward
the table, the full effect of his massive size, beautiful body and tattoos
hit Tom and Eric.  Across Mike's thick round delts was matching Celtic
symbols and across his shoulders at the top of his back, was a beautiful
eagle in flight.  As he walked away from them, Joe and Vic walked over.

"We just realized how we know this guy?"  Eric and Tom shook their heads
and all four me in unison said.  "Porn."  They had all recognized the
tattoos and recognized Mike from a couple of their favourite videos.  Big,
sweaty leather and muscle sex videos.  Doug, on the other hand, seemed to
be oblivious.

Eric observed. "He's seems very happy to just blend in and doesn't want to
draw attention to himself, but I am sure others will recognize him very
shortly.  It's all over if Marsh and Jack know who he is."  They looked
over at Marsh and Jack who were chatting with other guests and by the look
on their faces, they knew.  "I say we just let him be himself."

Vic whined.  "Too late, my cock has already responded to him.  I think I
better keep my distance or my jock will explode."  Joe shook his head and
laughed.  He looked down at the straining jock and groped the oversized
pouch.  Vic's fat cock was trying to push its way to freedom.

"Gotta love him, just your basic pig officer of the law."

Mike and Doug came back with plates for Eric and Tom.  Tom quickly took up
the conversation. "So, Mike, are you new to our little town?"

"Yeah, I came down thinking I might look for a job here and settle in.
Chicago is great but I need some space and like a slower pace."

"What do you do?"  Eric's eyes widened at that.

"Well, I do have my teaching certificate but have never taught a class
except for being a personal trainer."

"Degree?"

"In physical education, used to play football, baseball, the whole jock
nine yards but got heavily into lifting and roids and well, things took a
different turn for me.  So, I'd like to just find something and get by.  I
don't need to make super big bucks, it doesn't mean anything to me
anymore."

"Well a couple of the guys from the supplement companies said they were
looking for a rep and we could always use another personal trainer although
it would be part-time.  I think the grand opening is going to give us an
overload of business."

"I'd hire you for sure."  Doug beamed between bites trying no to stare at
Mike's huge pecs that flexed with every simple move the man made.

"I'd really like the opportunity to talk with you guys and if you can tell
me who the reps are, I'll definitely follow up."

"It just so happens," Eric pointed with his fork, "The guy over there in
the vest and black jock with Dehner's, is one of them.  I'll introduce you
later if you want."

"Great, I'd be very grateful.  But first, I need to find a bathroom?"  Tom
pointed to a door opposite the front door in the entryway and watched as
Mike's beefy butt sidled across the space.  The man's lats hung out like
wide wings and the quads flexed with each step.

"That is one hot man."  Tom remarked to Doug and Eric.

"I'll say and he's even been nice to me. I mean, I ain't exactly Mr.,
Olympia and this hunk has been a real gentleman.  He's very bright and
knows a lot about stuff you wouldn't think those muscles would know."  Doug
shrugged his shoulders.  "But, if he leaves with someone else, at least I
got to meet him."

"Don't undersell yourself."

"Be real, he'd kill me with that dick.  Did you see the size of that
bulge?"  Doug went to get a drink from the bar.

"Doug doesn't have a clue and it's kinda cute."  Tom felt Eric tugging on
his nipple chain.  "He reminds me a lot of you when we first met, very
innocent, eager to learn, living with his parents."  Tom's eyebrows raised
as he got the message.

Mike came back form the bathroom and took their plates to the caterers.  He
came back and asked where Doug went.  "He's getting a drink.  Want
something?"  Tom offered.  Mike said no and Tom left him alone with Eric.

"You guys make a hot couple. Wish I had a relationship like yours?"

Eric smiled.  "It'll happen when you least expect it.  You can't plan for
love."

"No, you can't and most guys I meet don't care a thing about getting to
know me for who I am and not the person they think I am."  Eric noted the
face and thought his dark looks were even darker.

"Well, Doug, seems to be quite taken with you."

"Yeah, but he's looking for a hot top and that's not me."  Eric didn't do a
very good job of disguising the look on his face.

"You figured out who I am, right?"  Eric shook his head. "Well, the whole
video thing is the opposite of who I am.  I'm a bottom who plays a top.
And I'm tired of playing, the whole scene.  All I have ever wanted was to
meet someone and belong to that man."

"Look, Mike, there isn't anyone here who hasn't figured out who you are,
well, maybe one, Doug.  But, with our friends, you can just let down and be
yourself.  They are a great group of guys and value friendship over lots of
other superficial stuff.  Although, I wouldn't announce the bottom part.
There'll be dicks busting loose all over the place.  If you meet someone
here tonight fine and if you don't that's OK too.  Just relax, you are
among friends."

"Thanks, I appreciate that, excuse me, I need to talk with Doug."  Mike
walked over to the bar and got a soda.  He then turned, walked to Doug and
began talking with him.  He put his arms around Doug's shoulders as they
talked.  Tom came back to join Eric.

"Doug could get very lucky tonight."

"No, I think Mike is the lucky one."  Eric passionately kissed Tom.  "It's
fate.  Like the day two years ago when you walked into my office looking
like an innocent musclehead.  I couldn't see straight.  I don't know if
that's how it will be for them but I think they already have a bond.  Come
on upstairs, I have something to show you."  Tom raised his eyebrows.

"We have a house full of guests and I thought we had agreed it was not
going to turn into a big group sex thing tonight?"

"We did and it isn't.  This is business and if you get your balls out of
the gutter, I'll get the boyz and explain it.  Although, I think we will
have an additional set of houseguests tonight, Doug lives with his mother,
so I think we should offer them the other guestroom.  The other guys will
gladly double up."

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