The seven of us were sitting in my living room, sprawled out on the couch and armchairs. On the table were pizza boxes, soda bottles, and a remote control that no one had touched in an hour, because the conversation had long since become more interesting than the TV.
That's how it always was with us.
It started normally. The gym, work, girls, stupid stories, who benched how much, who could barely walk the next day after leg day. Then someone would make one comment too many, someone else would raise the stakes, and suddenly everyone would pretend it was still just a joke.
Ryan sat closest to the window, sprawled out like a guy who liked being looked at. Max sat across from him, with his usual smile, ready to turn any sentence into a provocation. Liam was quieter, sitting a little to the side. He didn't need to say much to get under someone's skin.
The rest sat on the other side of the room. Dylan was the first to laugh at every dirty joke. Cole was calmer, more observant. Nate looked like someone who didn't need many words. Big, physical, confident in a simple way.
And I sat between them all and watched.
I knew them all too well. I knew who would start. I knew who would respond. I knew who would pretend not to be interested, even though he wouldn't look away for a second.
Ryan was just finishing telling the story of how he could barely walk down the stairs after leg day when Max snorted.
"You always talk about your legs like you're training for the Olympics."
Ryan's grin widened.
"Because some of us actually train, instead of just taking pictures in the mirror."
Dylan whistled softly.
"Okay, here we go."
Max leaned forward.
"Careful, or you're about to decide you've got the best ass in the room."
Ryan didn't even hesitate.
"My girlfriend says mine's perfect."
There was a moment of silence. And then everyone burst out laughing. Ryan said it with such certainty, as if he were stating a scientific fact.
"Perfect?" Max repeated. "Dude, your girlfriend says that because she likes you. That's not an objective opinion."
"She has eyes."
"She also has a boyfriend she needs to boost up somehow," Dylan interjected.
Max gave him a look.
"A perfect ass doesn't come from a girl patting you on the butt in the kitchen once."
"Then what does it come from?" Ryan asked.
"From training. From your legs. From your glutes. From the weight. From the work."
Nate snorted.
"So your ass has a success story?"
"Max, come on," Ryan said. "You're just talking a lot because you know that if we really compared, you'd lose."
Dylan perked up immediately.
"Compare? Well then, show us, Ryan. Since you're so perfect."
And just then, the atmosphere in the room shifted slightly.
Ryan looked at Dylan, then at Max, then at me. Something very simple flashed in his eyes: I won't back down first.
"No problem," he said.
He stood up, turned his back to us, and first stuck his butt out slightly through his pants, as if putting on a show for us as a joke.
Max groaned immediately.
"Through your pants, all we can judge is the phone in your pocket."
Dylan clapped once.
"Max is right. If we're putting on an ego show, don't pretend to be modest."
Ryan shook his head, but his hands were already at his waistband. He pushed his pants lower, showing off his ass in tight boxer briefs, then turned sideways again, confident and clearly pleased with the sudden silence that had fallen over the room.
"Well?" he said. "Still got something to say?"
Max was the first to speak up.
"Yeah. That's still not winning material."
Ryan smiled wider.
"Then show us yours."
"With pleasure."
Max stood up a little too quickly for someone trying to feign indifference. He took off his pants with more confidence than Ryan, turning slowly, smiling, as if every laugh only turned him on more.
Then Liam spoke for the first time in a while.
"You two talk a lot for an average show."
Silence.
Max turned to him.
"If that's how you judge it, then go ahead. Show us yours."
Liam looked at them for a moment without smiling. Then he stood up slowly.
"Fine. Since you want a comparison so badly."
He didn't make a show of it. He simply slipped his thumbs under his waistband, pulled his pants down, and turned around calmly, as if he'd been in control of the whole situation from the start.
And that's exactly why everyone fell silent for a moment.
Ryan stood there with a satisfied smile, Max was still trying to make a show of it, but I could tell he'd looked at Liam a little too long. And Liam just stood there calmly, as if he didn't have to prove anything.
Dylan was the first to break the silence.
"Okay, fine… this has gotten more interesting than pizza."
"So?" Ryan looked at me. "Expert?"
Max jumped in right away.
"Just be careful, Matt. Don't fall for his story about the girl."
"Or yours about squats," Ryan retorted.
Liam adjusted his boxer briefs on his hips and said calmly,
"You can keep arguing. Neither of you knows what we're actually judging anyway."
That hit the nail on the head.
"Liam's right," I said. "You guys keep going on about the best ass, as if that settles anything."
Max tilted his head.
"Doesn't it?"
"No. The best ass could mean anything. The prettiest. The most muscular. The best-looking in pants. It's too easy."
Dylan smiled widely.
"I have a feeling you're about to say something stupid."
"Not stupid," I replied calmly. "Precise."
I got up from the couch and stepped closer. Just my movement was enough to quiet the conversation.
"It's not about which one of you has the prettiest ass," I said. "It's about which one of you has the most fuckable one."
The silence was immediate.
Max was the first to let out a short laugh, but his voice sounded less confident than usual.
"Most fuckable?"
Ryan lifted his chin.
"Sounds stupid. But whatever you're trying to judge, I win anyway."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Liam said.
Ryan turned to him.
"You really think you stand a chance?"
Liam shrugged.
"I think you've got too much confidence for someone who hasn't had anything tested yet."
Dylan actually clapped his hands.
"All right. Now that sounds like a contest."
And that's when everyone looked at me.
"So maybe we'll do this fairly," I said. "Three contestants. Three challenges. Same rules."
Cole raised an eyebrow.
"What challenges?"
I looked at Ryan, Max, and Liam.
"Finger. Dildo. Cock."
This time, no one laughed right away.
"Anyone can stop at any time," I added calmly. "Everyone goes through the same challenges. I'll be judging your reactions, how well you relax, how much control you keep, and how ready your body really is."
Ryan was the first to smile.
"I'm in."
Max looked at him immediately.
"If he's in, then I'm definitely in."
Liam adjusted his stance calmly and said only:
"Let's see then."
Then I turned to Dylan, Cole, and Nate.
"And the three of you will be helping me."
Dylan smiled as if he'd been waiting for this from the start.
"Matt, I thought you'd never ask."
Cole didn't say anything, but his gaze immediately became more focused. Nate just shifted in place, calm, physical, ready.
"Take off your boxers too," I said calmly.
Liam did it first. Without a word. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband and pushed his boxer briefs down, as if his calm alone was meant to show he had no intention of backing out.
Ryan and Max couldn't be left behind. One by one, they pulled down their boxers until all three stood naked, their asses exposed, in the light of my living room, under the gaze of me and my three assistants.
I reached into the cabinet and took out three small bottles of lube. I set them on the table, one next to the other.
"Everyone gets their own," I said. "Same conditions. Same test."
Cole walked over to Ryan. Dylan stood next to Max. Nate positioned himself behind Liam.
I lined them up by the couch, one next to the other. I told them to rest their knees on the seat and their hands on the backrest, so that each of my assistants had equal access to them.
"The first challenge is simple," I said. "A finger. I'm watching how you breathe, how you react, how well you listen, and which one of you can actually let go instead of just acting tough."
Cole unscrewed his bottle first. He poured the lube onto Ryan's ass slowly. Ryan flinched. He tried to hide it, but I saw it.
"Relax," Cole said quietly. "Loosen up. Don't tense up for us."
Cole spread the lube with his hand, carefully, without rushing. Ryan clenched his hands on the back of the couch. When Cole pressed his finger against him, his body tensed reflexively.
"Breathe," I said.
Cole slid his finger in slowly.
Ryan let out a short groan through clenched teeth. His thighs tensed tighter, but he didn't pull away. Cole paused for a moment, giving him time, then began moving his finger slowly, in a steady rhythm.
"That's it," I said. "Show me you can handle the test, not just look good."
Then I looked at Max.
Dylan poured lube onto his ass more slowly, almost deliberately. His voice was low, calm, surprisingly protective.
"Breathe, Max. Don't run away into talking. Just stay with it."
Max opened his mouth as if to say something, but said nothing. Dylan spread the lube with his hand until Max tilted his head and took a deeper breath.
"Good," I said. "That's when you start to get interesting. When you stop pretending it's all a joke."
Dylan pressed his finger in and entered more slowly than Cole, as if he wanted to check first where Max tensed up and where he relaxed. Max moaned more quietly than Ryan, but softer, more uncontrolled. His hands tightened on the back of the couch, and the smile disappeared from his face completely.
It was quietest with Liam.
Nate poured lube onto his ass in a wide, calm motion. Liam just exhaled through his nose. He wasn't joking. He wasn't looking at Ryan or Max. He was listening.
"Slowly," Nate said quietly. "You're responding well. Don't tense up."
Liam nodded almost imperceptibly.
Nate pressed his finger against the opening and waited for my signal.
I gave the signal.
Nate slid his finger inside.
Liam groaned softly, low, almost in a whisper. It wasn't the loudest. But it was the most sincere. Nate began to move his finger slowly, in a steady rhythm, and Liam took in every movement with such concentration, as if he knew that this was where he was gaining the upper hand.
"Yes," I said more quietly. "Keep it up, you're doing well."
Ryan looked his way. Max did too.
They both felt it.
The first round wasn't over yet, and they already knew that Liam wasn't just a quiet participant. He was someone they couldn't underestimate.
And that's when I realized that the "hottest ass" wouldn't belong to the one who looked the best naked.
It would belong to the one who reacted best, listened, and could truly give himself over to the test.
When I gave the signal to end the first challenge, no one said anything for a moment.
Cole, Dylan, and Nate slowly pulled back, but the look in their eyes made it clear that the first round had only warmed them up. Ryan, Max, and Liam were still kneeling by the couch, their hands gripping the backrest, their breathing heavier now, each of them trying to regain control in his own way.
But they weren't the same as before.
Liam was the quietest of the three.
And that's exactly why everyone was looking at him.
He didn't ask for the score. He didn't try to explain himself. He didn't need confirmation. His calmness after this round was almost a provocation.
"First round over," I said calmly.
Ryan immediately lifted his chin.
"So? Who's in the lead?"
I smiled.
"Not so fast."
Max exhaled through his nose.
"Of course. Now comes the judge's speech."
"Not a speech," I replied. "An evaluation."
I stepped closer to the three of them.
"Ryan. Best appearance. Most confident. You clearly enjoy being watched. But your body tensed up too quickly. You tried too hard to look like nothing bothered you."
Ryan clenched his jaw, but he looked more excited by the challenge than offended.
"So I can fix that."
"You can. And you should, if you want to win."
I shifted my gaze to Max.
"Max. Strongest reaction. You were the first to stop playing it cool when the test really started. That works in your favor. But if you want to win, you need to get into the round faster. Listen, breathe, and don't hide your reactions behind jokes."
Max swallowed, then smiled briefly.
"So I have potential."
"A lot," I replied. "If you stop wasting the first few minutes pretending you're above it all."
Finally, I looked at Liam.
"Liam. Best control. Best at following instructions. You didn't try to turn this into a show, and yet everyone was looking right at you."
Ryan glanced his way. Max did too.
Liam just looked down for a moment, then looked back at me.
"So I'm in the lead?"
I smiled slowly.
"Let's say that after the first round, each of you has a reason to keep going."
Ryan breathed a heavy sigh, but determination flashed in his eyes.
"Good. Because I'm not losing after one finger."
Max snorted quietly.
"You finally said something sensible."
Liam looked at both of them calmly.
"The next round will reveal more."
And that's when I knew I had them all.
Not because they agreed to the contest. Just because after the first challenge, none of them wanted to stop. Ryan wanted to get even. Max wanted to prove that his reaction was an advantage, not a weakness. Liam wanted to maintain the lead without raising his voice.
"The finger was just a basic test," I said. "In the next round, we'll see which of you can really take more… when a dildo replaces the finger."
Silence returned.
But this time, no one laughed.
Ryan just swallowed and nodded. Max exhaled slowly, as if he were already trying to imagine the next round. Liam didn't look away for a second.
And at that moment, I knew one thing.
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