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Two Scuzbags
That Friday night, I crawled back into The Hole in the Wall, naked, with the dog’s head and paws on. Boss was there. He raised a finger and moved it tellin’ me to come to him. Like he’d been doin’ for a while now, if he was there, he’d put the locks on my gear. He did. Then, he had Joaquin pull over a bar stool to his table. He said to me, “Get up 'n' lean over it. Gonna fuck ya right here in public. Wanna get your night off to a good start!” I leaned over, and right quick, I felt his prick in my ass crack, just exploring some. After about 15 seconds, he entered my relaxed hole. I was excited havin’ him do me in public. His hold on me was stayin’ strong. He started slow, in 'n' out. Didn’t take him long ‘fore he speeded up, though. He was given me a hard, loud fuckin’, and I was shoutin’ out somethin’ like, “Yea, yeaa, Boss. Do your fuck boi!”
I have never not had it goin’ on in the back of my head when this shit happens to me or when I do it, that this ain't me!
When he finished with me, he sent me crawlin’ again. Didn’t take even a minute ‘n’ my paws were on a guy’s waist and I was humpin’ the side o' his leg with my caged crotch. I thought, "Geeze, but I love this!"
After – I dunno – maybe the first hour, I looked toward the bar, and what the fuck! There was Grower. He was lookin’ at me. Guess he’d been there a while watchin’ me gettin’ done . . . and done, and done. When our eyes caught, he smiled really big. He stood up, and while he was walkin’ toward me, he was unbuttonin’ the fly on his really tight leather jeans. I thought, “Bet he didn’t have those yesterday.” He stood in front o’ me and said, “Suck my cock, dog bitch”.
Havin’ him do that so soon after the first time he found out ‘bout the way my life is, was like an electric shock to my caged prick. I knew it had to be semi now that it had gotten small nuf that it could do that in the cage. Also meant there's prolly a string of pre startin’ down toward the floor. I did like Grower ordered . . . and he _was_ growin’ fast, too. Got his head in my mouth and started givin’ it a wet polishin’. Then, started movin’ up ‘n’ down his nearly full out shaft. He started in a groanin’ and that made me speed up. I closed my lips so tight round his pole that he must have felt like I was a milkin’ machine! I teased him. When he was gettin’ close, I backed off, makin’ like I needed to rest my jaws or somethin’. After two or three times like that, I finally stayed on him. When he cummed, he shouted real loud, and he shot big. Three or four shots. I caught all the first two, but a lotta the last two were on the dog mask and through the mask’s eyes onto my face. After he pulled outta my mouth, he said, “I’ll be back for your ass, dog bitch . . . later.” Damn. Grower just keeps surprisin’ me.
He did, too – come back later for my hole. His big, thick cock filled me up fine . . . and he had plenty more cum for then, too.
By 2:00 A.M., when Boss unlocked my mask and paws, I didn’t see Grower nowhere round. Guess he’d had his fill – or, no, I’d had his fill – and gone home.
On Saturdays ‘n’ Sundays, after not gettin’ asleep till 3:00 A.M., I’d come to the gym maybe around 1:00 in the afternoon. When I got there those days, sometimes Boss was in, sometimes wasn't. This day, he wasn’t. If he'd a been, he’d a fucked me again. He didn’t pass on a chance to remind me he was Boss. He never missed more than one weekend at a time ‘n’ usually if he wasn’t there on Saturday, he would be on Sunday.
On weekends, Ape ‘n’ Hulk would usually wait till 'bout then to get there, too, so’s we could do our workout all three of us together. Worked better if we were all there to push each other. That’s the way it was the day after Grower was at The Hole for the second time. The three of us were just gettin’ goin’ when some of the lawyers came in. Saw ‘em look over at us, look at each other and sorta smile with that lookin’ down on us like look. I thought, “Go ta hell.” Not five minutes after that, in comes Grower. They were all smilin’ real nice to him, went over shook hands. I heard ‘em say, “Hey, Ethan Man. C’mon and let’s get a workout group goin’ this afternoon.” He shook hands with ‘em . . . but, then he said, “Nah. Sorry guys. I’m gonna work out with them,” lookin’ toward us. I smiled.
Next thing he did was head our way. He came in his workout gear. We didn’t just shake hands with him. We give him bro-hugs. We were really happy he was takin’ us up on the invite. We paired off and started doin' rounds back ‘n’ forth on chest, shoulders, ‘n’ triceps. By the time we finished, I could tell Grower was beat. He wasn’t use to the ‘mount o’ work we did when we got goin’ at the gym. Hulk saw it, too, and said, “Man, Grower – like I told ya, we’re gonna get ya BIG!” He answered, “If I don’t die first. Damn! I’m worn out.” Ape told him, “Tomorrow we do legs ‘n’ core. Then, next day we do back, biceps, ‘n’ forearms. You’re gonna be plenty tired for a while. You’ll get the hang o’ it. And, like Hulk just told ya . . . you’re gonna SHOW it. I know ya will.”
The other lawyers were long gone ‘fore we finished. I said, “Grower, that was gutsy, what ya did blowin’ off the guys ya work with. They ain’t gonna like what ya did.” He said, “Don’t give a damn, johnnie. It’s my choice. If they don’t like it, then fuck it.” Then he said, “Enjoyed ya at The Hole last night, Man. Hope you’re not mad at the way I called ya.”
“Mad? Mad! Nah. Nah, not at all. Ya made my little cock jump in the cage. Seein’ ya there, havin’ ya do me both ends . . . like, Grower, ya dunno . . . it was soo sexy for me!” “All _right_!” he nearly shouted. Then, he hi-fived me. He said, “Can’t be there tonight. Sorry. I got a date with a chick. Asked her a while back.” I wondered in my head where that was headed. I saw – and Grower saw – Ape and Hulk catch each other’s eye ‘bout that, too. From then on, he’d be at the gym with us nearly every Monday to Thursday, workin’ out. And, it _did_ show after a while. He started to add a lotta muscle.
Come that Sunday night, though, round 7:00, knock at our door - Yup. It was Grower. He asked, “All right with you guys if I crash here tonight?” There was no problem 'bout that from any o’ us. Think we were all just happy seein' him wantin’ to be with us. We were surprised that he was there. He got naked right away. Didn’t have to remind him.
Turned out that was the start of somethin’ good for all o' us four. He’d come over for the night, two, maybe three, times a week. Plus, he’d be at least once at The Hole on a Friday or a Saturday, too. When he came over for a night, he’d pull “his” mattress into the bedroom and knock out with us. Couldn’t get my head round him chosin' like that over his rich apartment. Never seen it, but it had to be fancy. I knew the kinda money he was makin’. He was at the gym every afternoon, ‘cept Fridays. He knew I’d be goin’ to The Hole them days.
After ‘bout a month, one o’ the nights he came over to stay, we were sittin’ on our “couch” watchin’ the T.V. that was on the floor under the windows. Lotta times we’d be batin’ each other’s cocks sittin’ there and watchin’ porn. That’s what we were doin’ that night. Ape had a friend who knew how t’ get a T.V. to get channels without payin’ for ‘em. We had a lotta shit. Sports. Action movies. Porn. So, we were watchin’ men fuck each other while we played with each’s other’s pricks.
Grower piped up ‘n’ said, “Ape. I want a tat.” My jaw dropped. Grower wanted a _tattoo_? No Way! I said, “Damn, Grower. What’s happenin’ to ya! Ya better be careful. Ya wind up like us meatheads!” He said, “How ya know what I want, johnnie? I don’t spend all this time with ya cuz I don’t like ya, ya know.”
“Just teasin’ ya, Grower. Think it’s great ya wanna get marked!” Ape said, “You bet, Grower. What ya want? Just tell me.” He said, “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this. I admit it kinda makes me nervous. Never had one. Know it’s permanent . . . and that seein’ it might make some people – like the ones I work with – put me down. But, they been stayin’ pretty much away from me anyway lately.” I said, “Bastards. What? They don’t like ya hangin’ with the meatheads, right?” He said, “Exactly. They gave me shit since that first time when I blew off workin’ out with them for doin’ it with you. They even say they can _smell_ ya on me!” I laughed 'n' said, “Guess that just could be. I ‘member the first time I came to the apartment here. And, I ‘member seein’ you screw up your nose some the first time you came, too!” He said, “Yea. Maybe they can. I don’t smell anything round here anymore.” Hulk told him, “Well, ya can just spray on a lotta deodorant ‘fore ya leave here the mornings after ya sleep with us!” We all laughed. But, then Grower added, “They – the other lawyers – they've been cuttin’ me outta stuff at the office . . . like working together with them on cases, goin’ out to lunch, invitin’ me when they’re goin’ out for drinks . . . all that kinda thing.”
Ape said, “Let’s get to that tat. So? What? Where?” Grower said, “O.K. I want ya just to print my name, ‘G R O W E R’ right above where my pubes start. That’s all.” “No problemo,” Ape said. He moved to get his tatting gear. Hulk got up, too. I figured I knew what he was up to. When he followed Ape back into the room where Grower and me were, he had his nip pumps.
He said, “O.K., Grower. This’ll rock ya. While Ape’s doin’ your ink, I’m gonna put these pumps on your nips. You seen mine and johnnie’s. You know how sensitive they are . . . got like a line straight to our cocks! Ya do this long nuf, and you’ll see for yourself, Man.” Grower said, “Yea. I know how you two act when your nips are played with, all right.”
“Let’s DO this,” Ape said. "Get up here on the table." Grower did. Than Ape told him, "Now, lay back across it. Ya can let your legs hang over.” Hulk said, “Get ready to get hard! Getting’ tatted always does that to me. Does it to johnnie, too. Right?” I said, “Damn right it does, Hulk My dicklet wants outta the cage and leaks every time!”
Ape started doin’ his thing. Hulk put on the pumps. Sure nuf, Grower’s big hooded cock was right quick on the rise. When Ape finished, I looked and saw that the letters were crooked . . . ‘n’ they said “ g r o w E r “.
The next Friday night when I got to The Hole, as I crawled in the door, I looked round for Grower. Didn’t see him. I got to it. Hours later, when I was gonna crawl to the door to go back out to my motor, I see Grower. He was comin’ toward me. I just kept goin’ to the door, cuz once I got outside, I could stand up. He was right there behind me. I said, “Looked for ya when I came in. Didn’t see ya. When’d ya get here tonight?” We passed under a parkin’ lot light and I got a look at him. I knew what was on his face and in his hair. I dropped my jaw open like I had when he said he wanted that tat. I said, “Nah. No way! Can’t believe it! Ya been behind the GLORY holes!” Grower said, “Hmm. Ya can tell?” “Damn right I can tell. Spent nuf nights there to know. You just don’t let up, Grower. You’re always throwin’ things out that surprise me!” “Yea. This kinda surprises _me_, too, johnnie. Dunno why I did it. Just seemed like I sorta had to.”
The way he said that made me stop a sec. The thought of Grower goin’ into Boss’ office that day when Joaquin was in there popped into my head. I sure knew what it felt like to “sorta have” to do shit.
I picked up my walkin’ again. I asked Grower if he was gonna follow me back to the apartment. He said no, that he had to start gettin’ things ready for a two-week vacation from work. Said he was goin’ to Italy, but that he’d be at our place Sunday. I 'membered that he said somethin’ ‘bout a vacation a while back. When I told Ape ‘n’ Hulk ‘bout Grower doing the inside of the glory holes, it pretty much blew ‘em away – just like it did me. Told ‘em to be round Sunday, too, cuz Grower was comin’ by ‘fore he was leavin' for two weeks.
Sure nuf, Sunday came and so did Grower. The guys were givin’ him a hard time ‘bout doing the glory holes at the bar. He looked at ‘em and then just dropped to his knees. He looked up, opened his mouth, and licked his lips! Hulk shouted, “Yeaa Mann!” He put himself right in front o’ Grower’s open mouth. Grower reached for his dick with his mouth -- no hands -- and started lickin’ it, slit first, then all round his cock head, and then up and down the sides of his shaft. Hulk was right away full out hard. Hulk was moanin’ 'n' Grower was droolin’. I was playin’ with my caged cock. Ape was batin’ his cock real slow like. Took Grower a while. He was teasin’ Hulk like I teased him that first night I sucked him. Finally, Hulk shot . . . and damned if Grower didn’t swallow it all! Looked like he was a fast learner. Ape said, “O.K. I been watchin’ and slow strokin’. My turn, Grower." Again, Grower just opened his mouth and licked his lips, wet with Hulk’s cum. He did just as good for Ape as he did for Hulk. He had the teasin’ thing down! I was feelin’ jealous, cuz I couldn’t get Grower’s treat. I WANTED it.
When he finished with Ape, he said to me, “johnnie, go over ‘n’ sit on the mattress." I did, leanin' back on those cushions we pulled in from the alley. He crawled over to me on his hands 'n' knees. He leaned in to my nips and started hittin’ ‘em with the tip of his tongue. Then, lickin’ all round ‘em . . . first the one, then the other. Finally, instead of lickin, he was chewin’ on ‘em real gentle like. They’d gotten so sensitive since I been pumpin’ ‘em, that just his first hits with his tongue put shocks through me. By the time he got to chewin’, I was actually shoutin’ ‘bout how great he was makin’ me feel. When my caged cock was 'bout to cum, he knew what was happenin’. He laid out in front o’ me between my legs. He got the cage just where he wanted, and then he started suckin’ ‘n’ lickin’ the cum comin’ outta it. I grabbed onto my nips and kept playin' with 'em.
“Damn! Fuck! Grower! Yeaa! Yeaa! SHIT, Dude! Oooo! Yeass!” When I finally quit cummin’ and he backed off a me, Grower rolled over on his back and just laid out. He was sweatin’. His chest was movin’ up ‘n’ down like he just been on a run. Right away Hulk laid down between his legs and took Grower’s cock into his mouth. Ape said, “Yea, Man. You deserve servicin’!” I nodded to Ape to come down to the floor on the other side o’ Grower’s chest from me. We leaned over him and started lickin’ and chewin’ on his nips. With all that happenin' to him, didn’t take him long ‘fore he shot ropes of cum. Most of it landed on his abs 'n' chest . . . and the sides o’ Ape’s and my faces. I started in t' lickin' it up from Grower's chest. Then, we all just laid there on the floor for a good while.
We got some food, somethin’ to drink. We’d pissed in the toilet, but no one said anything ‘bout showerin. Not long ‘fore we were on the mattresses, asleep. Grower was _fast_ gettin’ like us!
I wonder . . . is this him or is this him bein’ like me? Wonder if he’s controllin’ what’s happenin’?
The weeks while Grower was gone, we missed him. All three of us did. We talked ‘bout it at the gym when we’d be workin’ out just the three of us. Then, one night, a knock at the door and there he was. But, he had changed. He was darker from the sun in Italy, yea. But, his long black hair was real short . . . like if he’d taken the shortest clip-on for his electric razor and used it on his head. His beard was longer than his hair . . . ‘n’ he was lettin' it grow out all the way down his neck – no razor trim or nothin’. Looked tough. He got naked. Grower'd caught us again with a “surprise”. When he stripped, I looked and said, “Damn, Grower! Ya got yourself a P.A.! And, ya got new tats . . . 'n' your nips got rings in 'em!"
Ape was leanin’ in and checkin’ the tats real close. The rings were in both of his nips . . . which had been getting’ bigger cuz he never quit pumpin’ ‘em after Hulk got him started along with that first tat. AND, there was that P.A. through the top side o’ his prick! _That's_ what got me! Ape really liked the big tribal tat covering Grower’s right shoulder with part of it goin’ on down that side o' his back 'n' some onto the upper front o’ his chest, too. Me, I was impressed with the P.A. on that big uncut prick he had between his legs.
Then Ape said, “Look, Guys. Check out the list.” That’s when Grower said, “Check out where it’s at. Over my heart.” The list was just four words, one above the other, nice neat square printin'. It said, “johnnie”, then “Ape”, then “Hulk”, and then “Grower”. I felt kinda – dunno what word – maybe like a tear wantin’ to come outta my eye. I reached round his neck and brought his head long side o’ mine and just held it like that a sec. I could feel his hard prick against my crotch. I reached down and grabbed hold o' it. As we stood up straight and ended the hug, I kept it in my hand while we moved to the table. Ape ‘n’ Hulk got some beers out to celebrate Grower bein’ back . . . and bein’ different. We thought what he’d done was makin’ him look way better than before.!
I kept playin’ with his cock the whole time we were talkin’ and drinkin’ -- bein careful 'bout his new P.A.. His prick was straight up. It was hard and thick . . . and after a while it was leakin’ pre that was drippin’ back down his shaft outta its slit. I took my finger, slicked it off, and licked it clean. Next time I had nuf to do it and was startin’ my hand toward my mouth, he reached out and took hold o’ my wrist. He brought my hand toward his face, and HE licked my finger clean. Damn! Hot! I couldn’t take it no more. I said, "Turn your chair sideways." I got down on my knees wantin' to start in on that donkey cock with the P.A. through its tip. But, right then, Grower put his hand on my forehead, pushin' me back. "Not yet, johnnie! I gotta let it heal some first!" "Damn," I told him. "I gotta wait? Shit!" So, instead I licked up and down his shaft, sucked his balls, licked his taint, pushed under his ass some and teased his hole, 'n' just played with his pole in my hand -- just careful not to mess with his cock head. I did get him BIG 'n' leakin’ real heavy, though. After about fifteen minutes, he leaned forward and took my face in both hands . . . and reached his tongue out to my mouth. We kissed deep ‘n’ long, our tongues lockin’. Ape ‘n’ Hulk had started batin' each other while I was playin' with Grower's junk. ‘Bout the time we kissed, one of ‘em cummed. Dunno which one. Just heard his “Ahghghg” when he shot.
After we’d all cooled down, I asked Grower, “Wonder how it’s gonna go when the big bosses see ya . . . ya know . . . lookin’ different. Ya gonna shave?” “No fuckin’ way. The way I look right now is the way I wanna look. But, the beard’s gonna get longer. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.” I smiled, cuz I agreed. But, I figured it wasn’t gonna come down all nice ‘n’ easy where he worked. They might tell him he had to change somethin’ . . . or else.
I asked Ape ‘n’ Hulk, “Whaddya say Grower should get a key to this place? Won’t always have to get up and answer him knockin’!” Two "yeas” right away from them. I said, “O.K. I’ll get one for ya, Grower. I’ll give it to ya first time I see ya after I got it.” Thinkin’ back to how I’d felt when I moved in with Ape 'n' Hulk, I sorta knew how Grower was feelin’ just then.
“O.K., Ape,” Grower said. “More! Tat bug’s bit me. I need more.” Ape told him, “Like always, Grower. I’m ready!” Grower said he wanted to plan on getting’ ‘em sometime durin’ the week.
On a Friday night a long time after that, at The Hole, ‘bout two hours after I started, there was a kind of a rumble ran through the drinkers. I looked round tryin’ to figure what was happenin’. There was another dog-headed man crawlin’ across the floor. He came over to me and as he rose up on his knees to start humpin’ my ass, I looked back ‘n’ saw his tat. It was “ g r o w E r “. He leaned over my ass and managed to move round so as his cock lined up with my hole. His paw-hands didn’t help much. I backed into his rod and made sure my hole was super relaxed. He got in, and he started fuckin’ me slow. Then, he got a fast pace going, and he dumped a good-sized load in my ass. When he came outta me, there was cheers from the drinkers. Two dogs, one humpin’ the other. That was somethin’ new even for The Hole. Then, they got back to what they usually did – talkin’ and playin’ with each other’s junk while they drank. Some of ‘em got into a sorta line to do us dogs.
In the car lot, both o’ us went naked to his car. On the way, I said, “Fuck, Grower. You bein’ a dog! Shit! Why’d you do that?!” “Tell ya the truth, I’m not sure. I just knew I had to.” I asked him, “Where’d ya even get the gear? Looks just like mine.” He said, “I saw Big Jim seemed to be in charge of yours. I went and asked him where he got it.” Grower pulled out some clothes from his Audi and put ‘em on. “So, Boss told ya where to get it?” He answered, “Nope. He said he had extra stuff. He just gave it to me.”
We got to my motorbike ‘n’ I pulled my clothes out. Before I put ‘em on, though, I started playin’ with my caged dicklet. It was a fulltime habit for me, especially when I was thinkin’ – or tryin’ to think – ‘bout somethin'. Somethin’ else I didn’t expect from Grower. He reached over and started real gentle like playin’ with my pencil eraser nips! Sent shivers through my whole body, and the inside of my cage was bein’ pushed! “Damn, that feels good, Grower. Don’t stop, Dude!” He didn’t. I reached for his crotch and started squeezin’ his junk through his jeans.
I said, “So, Boss gave ‘em to ya.” “Yea. Couple days ago. I got to the gym before you guys did. Jim saw me. Asked me to come into the office. Don’t remember what all we talked ‘bout. Joaquin was there, too. But, I guess I came up with the idea I wanted to see what you felt like bein’ everyone’s bitch at The Hole. He told Joaquin to bring the stuff while I worked out. He said to pick it up after my workout . . . and to surprise you at The Hole . . . not to spoil it by tellin’ ya ahead of time.”
While we were still standin’ there talkin’ and playin’ with each other, Grower told me, “Gotta tell ya something else, johnnie. You were right. My new look plus new attitude didn’t go down good. I got fired . . . for swearin’ at the boss.” “Can’t say I’m surprised, Grower. Not one fuckin’ bit. I figured that’d be what’d happen . . . you gettin’ tossed.” Grower said, “I’m not sorry. He thought he could control me. Nope. I can be free now – like you guys are.”
I said, “Yea . . . free . . . like me.”
Damn. This looks bad. I think Boss has caught Grower now, too. I wanna tell him. Why can’t I?
I said to him, “Guess ya got a lotta cash saved up, though, right?” “I do,” he said. I said to him, “Like ya know already, I sold all my junk, and when the cash ran out . . . well, that’s when I found out who my real friends – _more_ than friends – are. Ape ‘n’ Hulk.” Grower said, “Yea. I can see you’re like a brother with them.” I asked, “Ya comin’ to our place tonight?” “Nah. I gotta do some lookin’ round at what I got . . . and start plannin’ some. It’s been harder for me to figure money stuff lately. I need to write some shit down and see how long I can last.”
The next Monday when I got to the gym after work, I went like always and sat down dog style on the floor of Boss’ office. After a few minutes, the door opened, and I looked up. Thought I’d see Boss. I didn’t. It was Grower. He didn’t say anything. Just did like me, sat down dog style on the floor. I wanted to ask, “Why ya here?” I couldn’t though.
Pretty soon, Boss came in. He said, “Yea. Good pups. Here just like you’re supposed to be.” He passed by each of us and patted us on the head. Why did that make my caged prick move?
Then, he said, “O.K. This is how it’s gonna be – startin’ today. A few changes since I got two o’ ya now. When I come in and tell ya to strip, you will. Then, you’ll both crawl over and get my cock and balls outta my pants. Together, you’ll make ‘em feel real good! Once I’m ready, I’ll fuck one o’ ya. Then, while the one I fucked is cleaning me up, the other one o’ ya will clean out his hole. Piggy pups, right?” He laughed. “One more thing, too. Grower, from now on you call me Boss or Sir . . . just like your old friend here does. O.K. Strip.” We did. Then, we crawled over and started on his prick and balls. It was different doin’ him together with someone else.
No doubt ‘bout it now. He had caught Grower, too.
Boss said, “I’m used to johnnie’s ass. I’m gonna do yours today, Grower. johnnie, you just sit there like a good pup and watch.” Boss went into Grower’s ass slow and easy, and then started fuckin’ him in and out, in and out. Grower was full out hard and moanin’ a lot. He was sayin' over 'n' over, “Yea. Fuck me. Fuck me, Sir, Oh! Yea! Fuck me, Boss”. I could tell that Grower was really enjoyin’ gettin’ done by Boss. Felt a little jealous that I wouldn’t be gettin’ it every time now! Once Boss cummed in Grower’s hole, he pulled out and turned him around. “Clean it, pup,” was all he said to Grower. I crawled over to Grower’s ass and got my tongue going to clean out his drippin’ hole while he cleaned up Boss’ cock. I was thinkin’, “At least I get to do this, even if I didn’t get fucked!”
What the shit. Now there’s two of us scuzbags!
Boss told us to put our clothes back on and to go to the lockers to put on our workout gear. Grower and me did our workout then like everything was just normal – ‘cept that Grower was smilin’ a whole lot. For me, it was normal -- 'cept for there bein' two of us now.
Grower came to the apartment that night to stay with us. We told Ape ‘n’ Hulk what had happened. “Damn,” Hulk said. “How’d he rope you in, too, Grower?” He answered, “I dunno. Don’t 'member anything ‘bout bein' ordered to be there or nothin'.” Him sayin’ that made me think how I knew a lot ‘bout not rememberin' why I do shit. And, I seen that Grower was talkin’ more ‘n’ more like us. Since then, Boss' fuck sessions a stayed like he changed 'em to bein’. Now, he’s got two dogs to take care o’ him most days.
Grower had told us that Boss was gonna help him get rid of his stuff, cuz he was havin’ a hard time dealing with keeping track of things. He was gettin’ like me. He was losing some o’ his smarts. ‘Fore he got rid o’ his money and all his stuff, he did buy a nose ring like us three had. New tat on the back o’ his calf of a bare-chested lifter doin’ squats, 'n' one on his right bicep of the same guy curlin’ a bar with heavy weights on it. O' course, Ape did ‘em.
Then, there was one I told him to get. Went across his shoulders on his back. Cuz he was always doin’ such surprisin’ shit, it said “Surprise” with “Man” under it. ‘Cept Ape didn’t have nuf room when he was gettin’ to the end of “surprise”, so it looked like this – “ s u R p rise “, with the last letters gettin' littler and all squashed close together.
Grower was sellin’ all his junk off for whatever he could get. He’d spent a lot of what he had by goin’ to Italy. Boss did him like he did me. He said he was helpin’ him since Grower was gettin’ to where he couldn’t figure money stuff real good. Boss had a plan for his Audi car, too. It was Joaquin. He had Joaquin get a used motor bike and trade it for the car. We’d gotten Grower on at the construction sites, so he was workin', 'n' he just said that a motorbike would work good for goin’ to work sites, so he just signed the paper.
One night after workin’ out, I asked him how long he was gonna be in his place till he had to get out. He said, “I don’t have that all figured out yet. I’m scared as shit ‘bout all this.” I told him, “Ya _know_ the guys ‘n’ me would be cool with ya just being with us every night instead of only half of ‘em.” He answered, “I was HOPIN’ maybe that'd be O.K. I just didn't wanna ask right out.”
That night was his first official moved-in night with us. Him and me – we played for a long time before sleepin’. He fell asleep with his fine cock inside a me. He had been movin’ in ‘n’ outta me, back ‘n’ forth real easy, like a pro. My g-spot got a real good tunin’ up from him playin’ it!
Grower was gettin’ more and more tatted up. Like me, he had a lotta Ape’s drawin’ on his arms and legs. His beard was still growin’, too. He hadn’t touched it to trim it. It was thick – not like my scraggily one. Dunno why he did it, but he asked Ape to do a tat above his left eye -- a little off to the side. It was a skull. Almost a side view of it. So, there it was – right there – every time ya looked at him.
One of the lawyers who was still comin’ to the gym walked past him not long after he got that tat and said, “You’re scum, ya know that don’t ya, Ethan?” Between workin’ out and Boss putting ‘roids in him just like he did me, Grower was much bigger than the lawyer dude. He stood up real straight, stared at him, and took a big step right into him. The guy nearly fell over backward gettin’ outta his way! I just laughed. Grower said, “Ya little pansy prick! Ya think I care ‘bout what you think? Keep your fuckin’ mouth shut when you’re round me, Fucker.” Guess the guy knew for sure that “Ethan” was gone.
Maybe cuz he was still mad ‘bout what happened with the lawyer at the gym, or maybe cuz o’ somethin’ else – dunno – Grower told Ape that night, “Right now. Tonight. I want ‘Grower’ on the side o’ my neck . . . just like you guys got your names there.” Ape got his tools. Hulk got the pumps. Ape did it. All through it, Grower’s cock was straight up in the air. I was playin’ with my caged junk. Ape really did a good job. It was on a straight line, and it said, ‘G r o w e R’. Could tell he was happy to have his name where everyone could see it.
When Ape finished, I told him, "O.K., Ape. Since there are four of us now -- not just three -- I want ya to add another guy to the tat on my front." He took a look at my chest and abs where the "frens" tat was and smiled. "Sure, Dude. C'mon over here." He got to work on me. O' course, my cock was pressing its limits in the cage as it dripped pre . . . like always when I'd be gettin' tatted. Hulk was helpin' things along by squeezin' my nips with his fingers. Yup. A connect right to my crotch! The added guy on my tat was different than the others cuz he had a bushy beard.
I was havin’ more and more trouble any time I wanted to read shit. The words would dance round on the page. If I put my finger under each word, it’d sit still and I could read it. So, signs ‘n’ shit were O.K. – but nothin’ else. Turned out that Grower was havin’ the same problem. Didn’t make no difference. We wasn’t doin’ no readin’ anyways.
‘Bout then, Boss did somethin’ I never thought he was gonna do. One day after his fuck session with me ‘n’ Grower, he said for me to stand up and come over to him. When I did he took the key to my cage out and unlocked it. He said, “Take it off, “boi, I’m leavin’ it off. I want ya to have somethin’ hangin’ when you got the mask on and you’re crawlin’ round at The Hole." I was outta the damn cage!
Then, Boss said, "Let’s check out your little package. Grower, crawl over and suck him till he gets as big and hard as ya can make him.” Grower crawled over, and for the first time since when Boss had first caged my junk, I was gettin’ full out hard . . . and by bein’ _sucked_! I was more than moanin’. I was just ‘bout shoutin’, “Yea. Yea! Yea!! Suck me, Grower. Make me big!” He did a great job. He’d really gotten it down how to tease to the edge and then move back. After maybe fifteen minutes o’ playin’ with me like that, he let me cum. I was surprised how strong and how much I had! He swallowed in all down. Soon as I finished, Boss took a ruler and measured. My hard cock was right at 2 1/2”. Whatever he’d been givin’ me had made it shrink from ‘bout 8” before. My balls were not hangers anymore, either. My sac had shrunk up. My balls were smaller and up closer in my crotch. My pubes were prolly gonna hide everything. When I was soft at ‘bout an inch and a half, my junk was gonna be pretty much invisible. Boss said, “After you clean it up in the showers, bring me the cage.” That’s what I did.
That was the last time I seen that fuckin’ thing. Both Grower ‘n’ me were all smiles. In the showers, he said to me, “Hope I gave ya as good a blow as ya did me that first time at The Hole, Man!” “Couldn’t a felt better, Grower. Thanks for makin’ it a teaser, too. You're a fuckin' fine cocksucker, Dude!” I said to him.
Later that week, Grower got a surprise he sure didn’t want. Without him knowin’ it, his parents had come down into the city lookin’ for him. They hadn’t heard from him. Turned out they’d gone to his fancy apartment and found out he was long gone. So, they went to the law offices. Found out he’d been fired. One of the lawyers told them to look at the gym and gave them the address. He told them Ethan might be there later, cuz he worked at construction sites doing day jobs.
When we were deep into our workout that afternoon, after gettin’ fucked and all by Boss – it had been my turn that day for Boss to fuck me, and Grower had cleaned my asshole out – we were naked from the waist up and sweatin’ heavy. We hear, “Ethan!”. Grower spins round, and I stand up from the bench and turn toward the voice. I hear Grower sayin’ kinda low, “Aww SHIT!”
There was Grower’s father, dressed in a suit, 'n' his mother with rich clothes and jewelry -- both right in front o’ Grower. They looked completely blown away! There he is in front of ‘em. A dude on his way to bein’ a ‘roided up body builder, rings in his nose and through tits that were standin’ out from his chest, the ring through his cock head showin' in the bulge against his tight shorts, tats all over his body 'n' the one on his forehead off to the side o' his eye, his name under his ear, and wild sweaty beard. We had to stink, too. Damn!
Grower’d told us how no matter what he done, they always told him, “not nuf”. The meet-up wih 'em didn’t last long. His mother just stood lookin’ like she was in some kinda daze. His father says, “Ethan. I rarely ever felt pride in you. This is IT! You are no longer part of the Terry Family. I disown you! My lawyers will be instructed to remove your name from all trusts and from my Will. Don’t ever come crawling to me for anything.” He took his wife’s arm and ushered her out the door.
As they went, I caught sight of a couple of the lawyers. They weren’t even in their workout gear. They’d prolly only showed up cuz they wanted a show watchin' Grower’s parents see him like he'd changed into. Guess they got what they came for.
I said, “Grower . . . ya wanna cut it short and go home?” “No,” he said. “No. Just as well. Now I know for sure where I stand with ‘em. It’s over.” Ape ‘n’ Hulk came round on each side o’ Grower and just put a hand on each o’ his shoulders. Hulk said, “That’s cold, Dude.” Ape just shook his head. Then Grower said, “Well, now guess we know who my real family is,” and he looked at both o’ them and then at me. He said, “I’m just glad I got brothers. From now on, it’s you three. Ya good with that?” Ape just said, “Good”. Then, Hulk did the same. I said, “REAL good with that, Man. I'm jus' fine with that.”
I wondered in the next days if Grower was gonna get all down ‘n’ all what with his father’s puttin’ him down like he did right out there in front of anyone who was round. Thing was . . . he didn’t. He seemed happier than before then. I asked him, “Dude. Ya seem like you’re happy . . . maybe the most since I first knowed ya even. Are you fakin’ for us?” “Nah, johnnie, I’m not. I _am_ happier – prolly more than I ever been. Gettin’ thrown out official-like by my father put an end to all the shit I was carryin’ round knowin’ I could never measure up ‘n’ all. Since that day, I don’t give a fuck no more.” I asked, “So, no wishin’ it hadn’t a come down like that or nothin’?” “Nope. None o’ that, johnnie. I’m good. I really am, Bro.”
When we got back to the apartment that night, I felt ‘specially horny. I was still gettin’ use to havin’ a free cock hangin’ in my crotch, even if it wasn’t nothin’ like it was 'fore. I got it as hard as I could, got up on my knees from where we were sittin' on the mattress in front o' the T.V., and moved between Grower’s spread out legs. “Suck me, bitch!” I told him. He grinned big ‘n’ took my 2 1/2” cock in his fingers, leaned forward on it, and sucked. Outta the side o’ my eye, I saw Ape ‘n’ Hulk reach for each other’s pricks and start in t’ batin’ each other. ‘Fore the hour was over, all three of ‘em had been in my hole . . . and Ape ‘n’ Hulk had been in Grower’s, too. Him and me had cum drippin’ down the inside o’ our legs. We just turned back round and sat back down where we were to start with and watched the porn.
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Big Jim was standing in the free weight area one afternoon. That day it had been Grower’s turn to get fucked in the office. johnnie had cleaned out his ass afterwards. The four meatheads were working out shirtless with their tight shorts on. He was looking at them and thinking. He smiled as he was looking at all the tats and piercings. Hell, he could even smell them from where he stood. A while back the three who didn’t have their nipples pierced got good sized rings through ‘em. Same for P.A.s. Monkey-see, monkey-do. Dumb Fucks! With their tight shorts, Jim could make out the outlines of the P.A.s . . . except for johnnie’s. His bulge was now too small to make out the ring through his cock head. There was a time when he would have had the biggest bulge of the bunch. No more. Jim looked pleased. He didn’t even have to get Joaquin to help him anymore. The two ex-lawyers now did dumb shit all on their own. He thought, “Now they _really are_ what I see. They’re turned”.
He went into his office and called his cousin, Vlado. “Hey, Cuz. Just thought I’d let ya know. It’s finished. Those two rich young lawyers that did ya in . . . well, now they’re both suck- ‘n’ asshole-eater-boy meatheads getting fucked . . . dumber all the time and working clean-up at construction sites. I want ya to come down to the gym late some afternoon. I’ll point them out to ya. Sure thing you won’t recognize them from having seen them back in that courtroom where they stole everything from ya.”
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