Chapter 10 - This Sucks! (Friday, June 3rd - continued)

That night’s Challenge was the first one that was actually going to be any kind of a challenge, at least as far as Brian was concerned.

As soon as they were gathered around The Master’s portrait in the Greatroom, the booming electronic voice advised them that tonight’s Challenge would suck! And suck a lot! In fact, it was pretty much all sucking because, you see, that was the nature of the Challenge.

“You will be put into pairs and the first team to get both partners off using only your mouths - no hands or rutting and no ‘69ing’, just good old fashioned mouth-to-dick sucking - will win this competition,” The Master directed. “Now, as Queen For The Day, Brian gets the right to choose his partner. All other contestants will be randomly paired off. Brian, my child, who do you choose?’

Brian took a moment to consider his choices. If it were just about picking the man who’d cum the fastest, that would be easy - he’d pick little Justin. So far the kid had proven he could cum pretty much anytime with only a minimal amount of stimulation. But Brian also had to consider who could bring HIM off the fastest, and that meant finding someone with a certain level of skill and experience.

Scanning his fellow contestants, he quickly narrowed it down to the two with what he figured were the most skilled mouths - Malik and Kerek. They both had lips that just screamed out that they loved to suck like a hoover. Brian had also sampled both and could happily say that they were probably equally talented. However, if he was looking for experience, then he should probably go with the older of the two. Kerek just seemed like someone who knew about sucking a man’s dick. Yep, Brian would choose Kerek.

Brian announced his choice, and a smug Kerek moved to join him near one of the four comfortable-looking chaise lounge chairs that had appeared in the Greatroom.

The Master’s two masked servants then quickly filled the bingo ball machine with the names of the remaining competitors and the remaining three pairs were quickly called out. The final teams were Brian and Kerek, Daniel and Malik, Paal and Justin, and finally Adrien and Dane. Each couple was directed to a chaise and allowed two minutes to talk amongst themselves in order to strategize.

“It is time, my dear House Boys!” the voice of The Master boomed out, calling them all to attention. “Time to show me exactly what all those beautiful mouths can do. Ready yourselves. On your mark. Get set. SUCK!”

Brian was sure of his own skills and therefore opted to go first. He knelt in front of his subject, sucked Kerek’s thick, rosy-brown, eight-and-a-half inch cock into his mouth, used his tongue to caress the shaft as it filled, and managed to get his partner hard in less than thirty seconds. Then it was just a matter of hollowing out his cheeks, moving his head along at the perfect rhythm and sucking for all he was worth. As soon as he heard Kerek moaning and felt the big vein under the cock head pulsing against his tongue, Brian pulled back just a little, flicked at the slit with his tongue, stabbing into it delicately two or three times and was swiftly rewarded with a mouthful of cum. It had all gone like clockwork - just as he’d expected it to.

Quickly moving to swap positions, Brian laid back on the chaise and let Kerek kneel between his own legs on the foot of the long chair. Kerek was getting the better deal by far, since Brian was already halfway hard just from the experience of sucking off his partner. Brian tried to let himself relax in order to more thoroughly enjoy the feel of those pleasingly plump lips sliding over the head of his cock and down the shaft. Yes, this boy certainly was a very talented cocksucker! Brian had NO complaints.

Or at least he didn’t until just before he felt he was about to cum, when his happy mood was shattered by the discordant shout of one of the servant boys yelling out, “We have a winner, Master!”

That news almost totally killed Brian’s mood and even caused his dick to flag. However, Kerek, being the indefatigable cocksucker that he was, didn’t let Brian languish for long. Just because they hadn’t won the competition didn’t mean he’d let his man go without finding his release. He was a true professional, after all. So Kerek just kept right on sucking and bobbing until, about a minute and a half later, Brian exploded in pleasure. Brian brought his hand up to the side of his partner’s face, petting the wiry, short, dreads with gratitude for the younger man’s valiant efforts.

It turned out that Brian should have probably gone with his first instinct after all. The winning team this night was Paal and little Justin. Apparently, Justin had shot his load less than four minutes into the event, which had inspired Paal’s own subsequently stellar performance. And from what everyone who’d been watching was saying, the tyro twink may not have had years of experience but he apparently had more than enough natural talent to bring Paal to orgasm in rapid order. The whole endeavor took less than ten minutes, start to finish, and was being lauded as a truly epic performance by one and all.

Brian decided that he’d be challenging the twink’s skills himself in the not too distant future.

As soon as the sucking challenge was over Brian trotted downstairs to the basement of the Residence, eager to finally get some downtime after the busy day he'd had. He passed by the door he knew headed out to the garage, not even curious since he knew it was locked and alarmed, not to mention off limits. The next door, painted a gaudy purple with gold leaf accents and the name 'The Passion Pit' on it, was equally uninteresting to him - he already knew he'd be spending far more time inside that room than he wanted to contemplate. No, the door he wanted was the plain unassuming brown door at the far end of the hallway. It was the room the guys were all calling the Break Room.

According to the show's rules, each contestant was allowed one meager hour a day of downtime when they were allowed to remain completely off camera. However, there wasn't anyplace outside the Break Room that wasn't covered by at least one camera. Brian thought it was overkill. Why would they have cameras on in the bedrooms in the middle of the night? Did Ted's viewers expect them all to be fucking 24/7? Or maybe there was just a large contingent of weirdos out there that got off on watching other people sleep? But for whatever reason, it was pretty much impossible to escape the little blinking red camera eyes anywhere else in the house, so the guys had to be 'on' pretty much all the time.

Here in the Break Room, though, where there were no cameras, you could actually relax. There were a few comfortable chairs, a couple non-porn books and magazines, and a small fridge stocked with drinks and snacks. There were even two computers where the contestants could send and receive email - Ted's only concession towards communication with the outside world. There were no windows in the room and you only got an hour down there each day, but altogether it felt like some kind of sacred sanctuary.

Which was why Brian felt so eager to get there. After being in the Residence for only three days, he was already feeling half crazy. He hated the itchy feeling of always being under constant scrutiny. Always being on camera. Always having to have his 'Stud' mask on. For a guy who'd lived alone all his adult life, who didn't do boyfriends or relationships and who rarely even let a trick stay the night, this constant surveillance was hell. Especially after his stint as Queen all day today - which had been fun but which also made him the center of attention without let up - Brian just really, desperately, needed some time when he knew he wasn't being watched.

So when he opened the door to the Break Room and discovered someone else was already there, Brian felt just a teensy bit annoyed. Shit! He'd really wanted to be alone for a few minutes. He didn't want to leave and try to come back another time, though. He needed a break so badly, he couldn't wait till later. And since there was nothing he could do about the unwanted company, Brian simply sighed and headed inside anyway. At least the other current occupant of the Break Room was someone he thought he could tolerate - little Justin.

The twink didn't say anything as Brian sat down next to him at the second computer. Brian signed into his email right away. He sent a quick 'hello' to his friend Lindsey, who replied quickly that she'd pass on a kiss to his son, Gus, for him. He told Michael to get a life when he read the whiny note from his oldest friend bemoaning the fact that he had no one to go with to the club. Brian reminded Michael that it was only for three months. He was sure Mikey could survive that long on his own. Then Brian answered a couple of questions for his assistant at work, irritated as usual by the incompetence of most of his coworkers and frustrated that they couldn't seem to handle things without him even during this short sabbatical. Shit, Brian wanted to get away from Ryder's so bad. It completely reinforced the fact that he needed to win this competition, take the money and open his own agency before he went stark raving mad.

"Shit!" The peaceful quiet of the Break Room was easily broken even by the hushed, almost sub-vocal, curse from the blond boy.

"Problems, Gramps?" Brian felt, in all politeness, that he had to ask even though he didn't really want to know.

"Huh? . . . Oh, um, not really, I guess," the twink didn't sound very convincing.

Brian rubbed at his tired eyes. Should he bite and ask the kid what was wrong or just leave it? Under any other circumstances, Brian wouldn't have given a rat's ass. He'd just let the kid deal with his own shit in his own way. However, while he was living HERE, Brian worried that whatever was eating at the kid might actually impact him in some way. So, totally against his usual inclinations, Brian decided to bite the bullet and do the courteous thing.

Turning in his chair so he was facing the boy, Brian asked again. "Come on, Gramps. Tell me what's wrong. Who knows, I might actually care enough to help you out."

The young man huffed out an exasperated, humorless laugh. "Did you know you can log onto the web site from here and see what they're showing about us?" Justin asked, pointing towards the screen of the computer he'd been using.

"So what? You don't think they got your best side during the last Challenge or something?" Brian teased, trying to lighten the boy's mood.

"Yeah, right! Have you seen me? I don't have a bad side," the kid kidded him right back.

"Then what is it," Brian was now curious in spite of himself.

"Well, see, they've got a calendar posted on here so the viewers can see what's coming up. It's got the names and descriptions of the next couple days' Challenges listed."

"Hmmm. That's pretty cool, actually," Brian leaned in and looked over Justin's shoulder for a better look. "Knowing what's coming up might even give us an advantage over the others, provided they haven't yet checked out the site themselves. Way to go, Gramps!"

"Um, yeah," the boy didn't sound as happy about that prospect as Brian was.

"So, what's coming up that has you so tweaked?" Brian looked at the list - the names Ted had come up with for his Challenges were ludicrous, but Brian didn't see anything of great concern to him.

Justin didn't answer. He just sat there nervously biting at his thumbnail and looking like he was ready to jump out of his skin. Brian refused to even let himself think the word 'cute' since he'd already used it with regard to the boy too many times that day.

"Gramps?"

"Did you read what it says for tomorrow?" The kid finally asked, his voice pitched even higher than usual.

"Saturday Sexcapades - Every hour, on the hour, random couples are selected to entertain the viewers from the Passion Pit." Brian read off the description. "Yeah, so?"

"So, um . . . they're going to expect us to fuck, right? 'Entertain the viewers'. That . . . that means fucking, not just hand jobs or blow jobs, right?"

"Probably," Brian answered, still confused why this would be coming as such a big surprise considering it's what they all signed up for.

"It's just that . . . Well, I don't know if I'm . . . If I'm ready . . ." Justin's words tapered off leaving the boy squirming worriedly on his chair, his face now flushed a bright red.