The men discuss the potential futures of their new acquisitions as the slaves continue to service them.
Muscles Inc - Chapter 10
by Horny Old Fag
Series: Muscles Inc
After dinner, Dawg showered, and Roland napped. Me and the rest of the gang gathered in the lounge. Snake rolled a joint. Gary passed me a chilled shot of Don Julio. I plopped down on the couch and knocked back the spicy tequila. A peppery burn tinged with mint and cinnamon tickled my throat.
Dawg hobbled into the room in his birthday suit, still damp from the shower, knelt at my feet, and blew me, while he beat his fat chode. I leaned back and let my adorkable manchild work his magic.
Gary settled alongside me and bared his tendinous size twelves. My handsome cousin often wandered around the complex shoeless but for safety wore boots while training.
Dawg had suffered the consequences of going barefoot in the center this morning when a stray billiard ball crushed his now puffy, purple toes.
“Tomorrow, me and Roland will incinerate our cumdumps’ clothes and crap,” Gary said.
“Thanks. I’ve locked their wallets and keys in the safe. Along with Big Nelly’s toe rings.”
“That Big Nelly’s a real piece of work.”
“Once a slut,” Snake said, and he passed me the joint. “Always a slut.”
“Juan Carlos Perón is in the market for another runner.” I toked and blew a cloud of smoke. “So, if Dick Breath doesn’t get his shit together, he’s got a buyer.”
“I’d say there’s an excellent chance Peron’s going hunting in a few weeks,” Snake said.
“I hear you,” I said. “But, if we tap into the ornery peckerhead’s latent homosexuality, he might still turn out a winner.”
“Booty done good for his first day,” Gary said.
“Personally, I prefer my fuckdummies hung like mules,” Snake said. “That’s why I targeted Big Willy—or Nelly, rather.” He toked and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “But some dudes have a fetish for meatheads with teeny weenies.”
“The hunky hard hat’s a fine piece of ass. Horny and eager to learn.” I sniggered. “Who cares if he’s got a micro-penis, right?”
Dawg nipped my shaft. I winced.
“Watch your teeth, boy.”
“Sorry, boss.”
Dawg tickled my piss slit with his tongue. I shuddered.
“If Perón doesn’t come through,” Snake said. “Perhaps Mr. Huang needs a new houseboy.”
“Excellent idea,” I said. “Huang goes nuts over rough trade.”
Dawg rolled his tongue around my shaft like he was licking a giant popsicle. My toes curled inside my boots.
“I’ll bet Booty earns the most bids,” Gary said.
“What about Big Nelly?” I asked.
“Too old.”
“You’re forty-seven.”
Gary chuckled. “Nobody’s paying to fuck me, either.”
“I bet they would,” I said.
“You’re full of shit.”
“Shall we put your ass up for auction and see?”
“Ha, ha. You’re so hilarious. Don’t quit your day job.”
“No worries. I haven’t got one.”
My balls tightened. I seized Dawg by a fistful of sandy blond curls and humped his mouth. Drool oozed down his chin. I dragged my adorkable manchild onto my lap and fingered his asshole. His shitter was well-lubed. I parted his meaty buttocks and balanced his manjayjay atop my rigid schlong. Gyrating his hips, he eased downward, and rode me like a mechanical bull.
Snake hopped onto the back of the couch and pinned Dawg’s mug against his crotch. Dawg swallowed Snake. Gary tickled Dawg’s flinching size thirteens. Dawg giggled and squiggled so wildly he almost toppled off my lap. I seized my adorkable manchild by the hips and pumped his ass up and down. He groaned and boned. Gary launched a relentless assault on his flapping soles. He licked Snake’s balls between chortles.
“Bagger looks like something out of Planet of the Apes,” Gary said. “But the kid’s got a hot bod and gives better head than that Thai ladyboy I paid to blow me in Vegas last summer. Until now, that bitch was the best I ever had, but don’t tell Roland.”
“She wasn’t a Kathoey, dumbass.” Snake rolled his eyes. “She was a Vietnamese drag queen.”
“Who are you calling a dumbass, Freakshow?”
Gary grabbed Snake and tickled his ribs. Snake squiggled and giggled. Gary dug his fingers into Snake’s armpits. Snake cackled. The fellas rolled off the couch and wrestled around the floor. Gary pulled off Snake’s moccasins and tickled his scrunched size ten soles.
“Okay, okay.” Snake squealed with laughter. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You’re not a dumbass. You’re smart. Smarter than me. I’m the dumbass.”
Gary nibbled Snake’s toes. Snake kicked his foot loose. Gary leaped onto his feet and helped Snake stand. The two men bro-hugged.
My nuts exploded inside Dawg. I shoved my adorkable manchild aside and cleaned up my sticky lap. Dawg wiped his ass on a napkin, thanked me for the fuck like I’d taught him, and tossed me a beer before fetching snacks from the kitchen.
Snake dove into the chips and salsa. Gary grabbed a beer and settled into the Barcalounger with the iPad to watch Big Willy videos. His hand slipped down his pants. I washed up in the lounge restroom and took a piss. By the time I returned, Dawg had set out cookies and fixed Mexican coffees.
Roland lumbered into the room wearing faded gray sweatpants and dirty crew socks. He scratched his jiggling belly and made a beeline for the bar. “What’s up, bitches?” My slovenly cousin grabbed a bottle of vodka and took a long pull, and crammed a cookie inside his mouth.
“Damn, Fat Boy,” Snake said. “You stink.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that scent you’re wearing? Eau de asshole.”
“Suck my dick, fat ass.”
“You’ve got a dick?”
“You’re one to talk. Did you slam yours in a door or were born deformed?”
“Knock it off.” I kicked over the coffee table. Snacks and drinks flew everywhere. “If you two can’t behave like professionals for a few weeks, then get the hell out.”
Roland muttered, “You’re not the boss.”
I glared at Roland. “Shall we vote?”
Snake would side with me, so if Gary stuck by his brother, the tally would be two to two, and Dawg would decide the outcome. That’s how we settled tie votes. Roland must know my adorkable manchild would never take his side.
“Whatever.” Roland shrugged. “We were just kidding around. Won’t happen again.”
“I hope not.”
Dawg rushed over and cleaned up the mess. Snake helped. Fortunately, only one coffee cup broke. It could have been worse.
“You’ve got to see this, bro.”
Gary held up the iPad. Roland peered over his brother’s shoulder and cracked up laughing.
“I wanna see,” Dawg said.
Gary passed around the screen. Three rugged tops had Big Nelly pinned over a trash can in a shadowy back alley, while a fourth brute screwed his welted butt, and a fifth fucked his slobbery mouth. The dirty stunt cock’s clothes lay scattered around the ground amidst mounds of trash. They have shot this on location. The rowdy gang flipped Big Nelly over, pinned his knees against his chest, and not only abused his mouth and ass, but put his fists to work jacking off the others. The grunting gang jerked off on the spent pornstar, fist bumped, and took off laughing. The fucked over whore slid off onto the filthy pavement. The camera panned in on his scuffed mug and faded to black.
Roland scoffed. “Nasty bitch ain’t got no morals.”
“Or self-respect,” Gary add. “That’s for sure.”
“Or nipples,” Dawg said.
Snake rolled his eyes.
“What?” Dawg appeared genuinely perplexed. “It’s true. Dude’s barely got any nipples.”
Snake chuckled. “You’re lucky you’re so darn cute.”
“The dirty stunt cock still thinks anyone gives a shit about what he feels,” I said. “He
“Be right back,” Snake said, and he dashed out the door.