Chapter 17 - Masturbation Monday. (Monday, June 6th)

For the third morning in a row, Brian woke up with his arms full of snuggly warm blond boy and he wondered how this had happened. Brian Kinney didn’t generally let tricks stay the night so he wasn’t used to waking up with another man in his bed, let alone in his arms. But, in just a few short days, this phenomenon had become his new norm? He couldn’t say he disliked the experience - he’d been sleeping better than ever the past couple nights in spite of being in a strange bed and having a strange bedfellow. It’s just that this didn’t really fit in with the Brian Kinney persona. Brian wasn’t the cuddle-in-bed-in-the-mornings kind of guy. And yet, once again, he found himself with an adorable little blond waif curled around him, blond hair in his face, drool dripping down his neck and a well-sized blond boy boner digging into his thigh. How did this happen, again? And why did he seem to find it so . . . pleasant?

And, more to the point, what, if anything, was he going to do about it?

“Hey, you,” a sultry, warm, low tenor voice vibrated up to him, originating somewhere amid the mop of blond hair in the crook of his shoulder. “Stop thinking so loud, big guy. You woke me up with all your worrying.”

“If you hadn’t been drooling on my shoulder I might still be asleep myself. You’re like a fucking leaky faucet,” Brian snarked, not happy that this little twink could apparently see right through him. “Besides, I wasn’t worrying. I was contemplating. I never worry. I make sure that I plan ahead so I don’t have to worry.”

“Uh huh . . .” Justin didn’t sound convinced by Brian’s bluster. “Well, then, stop with all the noisy contemplating so I can go back to sleep.”

”Sorry, Sunshine,” Brian smirked lasciviously right before he flipped Justin over onto his stomach, grabbed a condom from the bedside table and started to lube up the boy’s ass. “I’m already awake and since it was your drool that started all this, you’re going to have to suffer the consequences.”

“Darn . . . Well, I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it,” Justin didn’t sound all that upset at his ‘punishment’.

In fact, as Brian’s fingers delved even deeper into his ass, touching his fingertips with unerring accuracy to that sweet spot that caused the boy to writhe in ecstasy, Justin completely forgot that he’d meant to try and get another half hour of sleep.

After the big Sunday in the Sun Challenge, the contestants had been given the rest of the evening off. Thankfully there weren’t any Challenges set for Sunday evenings. Other than The Master awarding the losing team their punishment - they were all given women’s bras and panties which they’d have to wear for the next 24 hours - and Justin being declared ‘Lord of the Lube’ for getting the highest ratings during the Saturday Sexcapades (there was actually a tie between the Justin/Dane hour and the Brian/Justin/Dane hour, but since they both involved the Twinkie with the Impressive Dinkie, the little boy was declared the overall winner), they were just left alone.

Sunday evening there had been a big barbeque with steak and grilled veggies, and most of the contestants had enjoyed simply lounging around the pool, eating, drinking beer and chatting without the pressure of ‘performing’. The contestants were also told that they would have most of Monday off as well. Everyone was grateful, as the first week of the competition had been a stressful one already. Several of the House Boys seemed a little worse for wear - most especially Adrien, who was looking a little ragged after being constantly harassed by Daniel’s butt plug play all the previous night and most of the day. The guy was so grateful when one of the servants came and took it away, declaring the time was up, that it looked like he was about to cry. Brian had had to force himself not to intervene several times already, so he was almost as glad as Adrien that the evil thing was gone.

But, because there was nothing on the morning’s agenda, Monday started off slowly. Brian and Justin wandered down to grab coffee and breakfast about ten o’clock. Most everyone else was up already but the entire houseful of guys were simply lounging around doing not much of anything. And, for once, the gaggle of hot, sexy, gay men seemed too bushed to get horny. If left like this, there wouldn’t have been any fucking going on at all that morning, and that was just unacceptable.

It looked like it was up to the Tireless Twinkie to get things started.

So, as soon as Justin finished his breakfast, he grabbed his big bottle of Glide and started on his Lord of the Lube duties. With a smug smile on his otherwise innocent-looking countenance, the diminutive blond approached the couch where four of the House Boys were sprawled out watching porn on the television but without much enthusiasm. The two who were wearing women’s undergarments looked particularly ragged. It was a pathetic sight, really, and Justin vowed not to let this state of affairs continue for long.

“Okay, hands out everybody!” Lord Justin demanded, using his body to block the group’s view of the television screen.

Daniel sneered at the little lord but didn’t say anything as he leaned over so he could look around the kid blocking his view. The BBG snorted out a little humorless laugh but also ignored the tiny twink. Paal and Malik took their cue from the other two and likewise did nothing.

“Hey! I said, hands out! I’m the Lord of the Lube and I say that all of you are going to take a palmful of lube and start whacking off to that porn instead of just sitting there like big lumps of useless man meat,” Justin’s raised voice and demanding stance actually seemed to spark some reaction in the group, in spite of his youth and small stature. “Come on! Or do you all want the hundreds of guys watching this on the net to know you’re a bunch of lazy, impotent slackers?”

“You might not be very large, Little Boy,” Dane was the first to relent, holding out his hand, palm up, and accepting his allotment of lube. “But you’ve got the biggest fucking titanium strength balls I’ve ever seen.”

“You know it!” Justin gloated with a big shiny grin on his face as he went down the line and filled the palm of every single one of the couch potatoes. “Now, all of you, get started whacking off. And I’d better not see any of you slacking off again or I’ll be following you around all day with my big bottle of lube and you’ll be whacking that meat until it’s raw. You hear me?”

“Yes, Sir!” Malik teased as he rubbed his palms together so he could get a two-handed rhythm going on his own prodigious porn-prognosticator pole.

“All right! Carry on men!” Justin laughed and skipped off with his lube bottle to find other unsuspecting and uninspired men who he could help with a good masturbatory act or two.

Brian, who’d been observing all this from the far corner of the room while he sipped at his third cup of coffee of the morning, found himself chuckling once again over the audacity of his favorite twink. Fuck! The boy was a fucking handful. Brian could only imagine what the kid would be like out in the real world, what with how tenacious and indomitable he seemed. If he showed half the spirit out there that Brian had seen in this smaller setting, the kid would end up ruling the world before he was thirty.

“Um, Brian,” the exuberant boy interrupted his amused contemplation, bouncing up with his bottle of lube at the ready. “You too, big guy! Grab a handful and start pulling on that pud! I want to see jism and I want to see it now! So, get whacking!”

Brian snickered softly and put out his hand without saying a word. He’d save himself the trouble of an argument - which he suspected he’d lose against this indomitable kid anyway - and just play along. Justin beamed his approval up at his taciturn bedmate and pumped out an extra large serving of lubricant for Brian. Without bothering to put down his coffee, Brian started stroking himself, keeping eye contact with Justin all the while, which seemed to work as a sexual stimulant far better than the lackluster porn performances airing on the television screen. Justin himself leaned against the wall and watched, ostensibly to ensure his subjects were doing as their Lord demanded, but mostly just enjoying the spectacle of Brian beating off while eye fucking him.

Yes! This was fun! Justin figured he was really going to enjoy his tenure as Lord of the Lube!

What with the indefatigable and imperious imp popping up everywhere all day, masturbation Monday ended up being quite a busy day for the guys in the Residence. Justin seemed to be fucking everywhere. Nobody was safe from him and his seemingly bottomless bottle of lube. He even managed to find Adrien, who’d tried to hide out in the toilet for an hour or two to escape the ceaseless attentions of the tireless twink. Lord Justin took his lube job duties very, very seriously.

Thankfully, the lube bottle was finally confiscated by one of the masked servants about four pm. The three guys sitting on the couch who’d been Justin’s last victims, Kerek, Dane and Brian, gave the servant a standing ovation as he took the dreaded bottle of lube away. Justin had looked crestfallen when he realized he wouldn’t be able to torment the rest of the boys anymore that day. But at least the guys and their poor, overused peckers would have a couple of hours of rest before the evening Challenge was due to start. Even Brian had worried that he’d be out of commission completely if Justin had been allowed to continue much longer.

By the time the group was summoned to gather in front of The Master’s portrait a little after seven, most of them had recovered. Justin still was not a very popular person with the guys, though, and the kid received several dirty looks. The brash boy simply grinned back at anyone and everyone with his unquenchable good humor. Which usually elicited even more dirty looks, but, oh well.

“Welcome, my children,” The Master intoned. “I’ve been watching you and I was thrilled to see how much fun you were all having today in celebration of Masturbation Monday! Justin, you were an excellent Lord of the Lube - thank you for your unflagging attention to your duties keeping the rest of the boys from flagging!” Justin beamed proudly around at all the other men and simply ignored the groans and hisses his praise from The Master raised.

“And the good news is that Masturbation Monday isn’t over yet!” More groans from the collected men ensued at this announcement and there were overtly malicious looks thrown Justin’s way once again. “I know you’re all excited by that news! Of course, this time you’ll be whacking off with a bit of a twist - you’ll be doing it while singing karaoke!” The groans were almost deafening at this pronouncement. “Yep! It’s the Masturbation Karaoke Challenge! I have chosen the perfect song for each of you to sing, my children. You will be fantastic. And, for your added pleasure and mine, you will receive physical stimulation while you’re singing from these two beautiful professionals.” Two gorgeous, well-muscled men dressed in doctor’s scrub pants but no shirts, with latex gloves on and surgical masks covering their faces stepped forward from behind the usual contingent of masked servants. “But, just remember, you have to finish your song BEFORE you come or you lose this Challenge. Oh, and stopping in the middle or flubbing a line will also get you disqualified. Now, go to it, my children and make me proud!”

There was even more grumbling as the servants began to set up the ‘stage’ for the performance and then used the bingo machine to randomly choose the order in which the contestants would perform. Justin, of course, hadn’t lost his big bright-eyed grin. Brian was looking decidedly unhappy though.

“What’s wrong, Big Guy? I’m sure you’ve got at least one more orgasm in you. You can’t be THAT worn out?” Justin cornered Brian.

“It’s not that . . .” Brian looked almost green at the prospect of tonight’s Challenge. “It’s just . . . well, I . . . I can’t fucking sing, all right?” Brian fessed up, looking adorably bashful as far as Justin was concerned. “The only time I EVER sang in public was back in high school when my friend Mikey tried to convince me to form a band with him. But I was fucking high and drunk out of my mind every time we had to sing anywhere and I don’t think I’m gonna get to dull the pain that way tonight . . .”

“You’ll be fine,” Justin tried to comfort the queasy looking man. “I’m sure you’re not as bad as you think. Besides, nobody’s gonna be listening to you sing when your beautiful dick is there in their faces getting jerked off. It’ll be no big deal. You’ll see.”

“I fucking hope you’re right, Sunshine,” Brian wasn’t all that convinced.

“First up,” announced the Servant with the microphone, calling everyone back to the front of the room where chairs had been set up in a semi-circle around the makeshift stage. “Paal, who will be performing ‘Stronger’ while Hans plays Paal’s Flesh Flute!”

Paal walked up onto the stage and turned to face the audience, visibly nervous. The gorgeous hand job assistant, Hans, knelt at the tall Indian’s feet and flexed his latex gloved hands, the surgical mask not really hiding the grin the man was wearing underneath it. The stage had been set up directly in front of the large television screen that was on that wall and it was apparently tied into the karaoke machine that was set up on a little stand to Paal’s left, down around the level of his thigh. When the servant/announcer asked Paal if he was ready, the man took an unsteady breath, blew it out loudly and nodded.

The screen behind Paal instantly lit up and started playing the intro to the video version of Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Stronger’. Paal had only about 12 seconds of intro music to get himself prepared and ready himself to sing. It was a pretty fast paced song and actually a really great song to start out this kind of competition with, except that it was a bit overwhelming for poor Paal when, just as the lyrics started to scroll across the screen, Hans grabbed Paal’s cock with cold, lube slicked hands and started to yank. The first line of the song - ‘You know the bed feels warmer . . .’ - came out with a little squeak at the start but it was at least intelligible.

And, really, Paal didn’t have a bad voice, all things considered. He sang along pretty well, occasionally falling a little behind the beat as he struggled through the words to the song while Hans was doing his best to distract the man with every hand job trick in the book. He made it all the way through the first round of the chorus and the bridge without a mistake. Unfortunately, just after the second repetition of the chorus, Hans really hit his stride, not only stroking Paal’s long thin cock at an intensely rapid pace, but also alternately massaging his balls and stroking across the man’s perineum with a constant circular motion that was just too much for Paal’s wavering concentration. About the third time the word ‘Stronger’ was supposed to be belted out, Paal lost it, groaned out an unearthly animalistic noise and shot a very strong stream of cum that flew all the way out into the ranks of the audience. A loud buzzer rang out and Paal’s turn was officially over.

Next up was Brian. He looked not only green but like he was possibly going to throw up at any moment. Justin tried to give him an encouraging smile, but he wasn’t sure Brian was seeing anything, the man was so tied up with nerves. The second of the professional ‘assistants’, this one was apparently named Austin, knelt at Brian’s feet. Brian was too dazed to care and didn’t even notice when the servant asked if he was ready, so the man just started the song without Brian’s nod to proceed. The screen behind Brian lit up with a bright green holding pattern and there was a ten second countdown - probably because the song he was going to sing didn’t have much, if any, intro. When the countdown reached ‘0’ the screen came alive, and the video version of Shania Twain’s ‘I Feel Like A Woman’ started to play. Brian only had three seconds before he had to say the first line, ‘Let’s go, girls’, which he only just managed.

The rest of the lyrics were spoken by Brian - not sung, but spoken - in a totally off-key monotone. It was true - Brian really could NOT sing. Or at least he wasn’t singing that night. Maybe he might have done better if he was drunk and high, but Justin doubted it. He barely seemed to notice the guy scrambling away at his crotch trying to get him hard - he was really too panic-stricken at the prospect of singing to worry about a fucking hand job. Brian stumbled his way through most of the intro and the first verse, mostly getting the words right and only falling behind the beat a couple times. He even made it through the first rendition of the chorus. His flat delivery of the iconic line, ‘Man, I feel like a woman!’ was given in such an emotionless tone that it caused all the listeners to crack up - which of course threw Brian off even more. But, on the second run through the chorus, just after the line, ‘I wanna be free to feel the way I feel . . .’ Brian just stopped, looked up at the audience, all of whom were giggling uncontrollably, and said, “Fuck it!” then stomped off the stage to a gale of laughter. Several people noted that he wasn’t even hard at that point.

Daniel came next and perversely enough ended up singing Whitney Houston’s ‘I’m Every Woman’, which he actually did pretty well with - probably because it was a fairly slow ballad. Daniel’s downfall was the length of the song - at more than four minutes in length it was one of the longer songs - and he just couldn’t hold out against the ministrations of Hans for that long. At about three and a half minutes into the video, right when Whitney would have started really wailing out her usual ‘Whoooooaaaaaa, whoa, whoa’s’, Daniel cried out his own ‘Whoa!” and exploded into Hans’ hands.

Dane was completely tone deaf, apparently. But, he nevertheless, gave Christina Aguilera's ‘Beautiful’ his all. When the chorus phrase came along, the BBG belted out the line, ‘I am beautiful!’ with all his heart, causing a loud whooping of approval from the crowd. He might have made it all the way too, but about the time where the lyrics read, ‘Oh no, oh no, oh no,’ the big guy got just distracted enough by his personal assistant that he kept right on going with the ‘oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no’ part until he was pretty much screaming out “Oh no!” which quickly changed to “Oh, yeah! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah” and it was all over.

Adrien was the first contestant who walked up to the stage looking like he was going to enjoy this particular competition. His song ended up being Gloria Gaynor’s ‘I Will Survive’ and when he saw what he’d be singing he got a huge smile on his face. He had a decent voice too. Maybe not Gloria Gaynor good, but for a skinny white boy, he could really belt it out. And he was even dancing along and rocking his hips in time to the music, using hand gestures when he sang the part about ‘Go on now! Go! Walk out the door!’, and all the while annoying the hell out of the man at his feet trying to keep up a good rhythm while Adrien was dancing around. He managed to get all the way through the song with flair and then, on the very last rendition of the chorus, while he belted out the last ‘I Will Survive’ he shot his load in long white ribbons that splattered all over the karaoke machine before bowing jauntily to the audience and strutting off the stage with a big smile on his face.

Justin was the next one up. He swaggered up onto the stage looking very confident. Of course, that was pretty much the way the little guy approached all things in life, but Brian - who had finally regained his composure after his own disastrous karaoke experience - thought he was acting even more arrogant than usual. When the video that started to play on the screen behind him turned out to be Katy Perry’s ‘I Kissed A Girl And I Liked It!’ the boy laughed joyously and started bouncing along with the beat. He apparently knew the song by heart because he barely had to look at the lyrics on the screen. And the boy really threw himself into the song, heart and soul. He was shaking his shoulders seductively as he sang the intro and waving his hands about in front of his face, mimicking the way Katy was playing with a fan in the video.

When the chorus came up, Justin was smiling sexily and belting out the lines in a really remarkable, beautiful tenor voice. ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it, taste of her cherry chapstick!’ Justin sang the line and winked at the audience as if he was including them all in on the joke. When the next line came up and he added, ‘I kissed a girl just to try it, hope my boyfriend don’t mind it!’ he giggled a little and made a coquettish gesture as if he was trying to hide his enjoyment of the experience. He was fucking captivating all the way through the song. And you could tell he was having a really great time singing too. It was the best performance by far. With the very last ‘I Liked It!’ Justin finally let himself go and shot out several streams of jizz like fireworks, that coated the face of poor Hans. Justin, the cocky little devil, didn’t stop there, though. He bent over, pulled the assistant’s face up so he could lick off his own cum from the side of the guy’s face and then stood up and defiantly declared to all present, “I liked it!” again! He got a standing ovation from the crew watching.

Malik’s rendition of Alicia Key’s ‘Girl On Fire’ was next. He did a decent job, actually, but after Justin’s performance, he had a lot to live up to. He also didn’t have the pipes to belt out the high notes quite like Alicia. Plus, the masturbatory assistants were pissed off that the last two contestants had beaten them by not coming before the end of the song, so Austin, who was up this time around, made sure to redouble his efforts on Malik’s big thick boner. And, with all that effort being applied to his dick, Malik only made it through to the third repetition of the chorus, shooting pretty much right along with the beat to the last ‘This Girl is on Fire . . .”

Kerek, the last performer, seemed to like the fact that he got Aretha Franklin’s ‘Natural Woman’. He was another one who seemed to really get into the song, swinging his hips and doing all the right moves that would have made him a perfect choice for one of Aretha’s back up singers if he’d actually been alive back in the 60’s. His voice wasn’t really the best, but he made up for it with flair and enthusiasm. The audience actually started joining in with the echoed backup singer parts, aiding in to make the performance extra special. He also made it all the way through the song, perhaps aided by the fact that he got the shortest of all the songs chosen.

So, in the end, there was a three-way tie. The servants got together and whispered, with one of them making a discrete call on his cell phone, and then the announcer came back on the stage. “Since we have three contestants who were able to complete this Challenge, The Master has declared there will be one last performance to break the tie. Adrien, Justin and Kerek, please come back up on stage.”

When all three were back up on stage, all looking self-assured and ready to go, the servant started the next song. It was an oldie but a goody - ‘It’s Raining Men’, by the Weather Girls!. The older members of the audience laughed at the silly nature of the song, but it was fun and upbeat and the three singers were totally getting into it so nobody really minded how hokey it was. Each of the three contestants up on stage were hamming it up and doing their best to outperform the others.

Meanwhile Hans, Austin and the servant who’d volunteered to jerk off the third contestant, were doing everything they could think of to get their guy off. Kerek, who’d been the last one to sing in the regular line up, and who was still half hard when he started, was the first to fall. As the song came up on the line, ‘. . . find the perfect guy!’ Kerek felt his balls constricting and knew he was about to lose it. But, showman to the end, he made it good, putting his own hand down and helping the assistant to get him off with a really great, explosive bang that ended up with streamers of cum painting all of the audience in the front row. He got a big hand of applause for that and walked off stage with his head held high.

That left only Justin and Adrien. Justin was waving his Jazz Hands frantically and belting out a big ‘Hallelujah, it’s raining men!’ while Adrien was snapping his fingers and swaying his body side to side. It was pretty hilarious but also one hell of a great effort on both men’s parts. Then, at the start of the very last chorus, Justin did this little spin thing while belting out ‘It’s Raining Men!” that temporarily pulled his dick out of Hans’ clutches. Adrien, who hadn’t thought of that maneuver, was taken by surprise when the masked servant who’d been jerking him off, took that opportunity to stick his thumb up Adrien’s ass, triggering an almost immediate and explosive reaction, and disqualifying him in the process. After that, all Justin had to do was hold out for the final 10 seconds of the song. And, with his amazingly strong voice, the little blond belted out the final, ‘Tall, Blond, Dark and Lean . . .” before he threw his head back, reveling in the exquisite feelings Hans was imparting and then blasting out an impressive flood of cum that crescendoed right along with the final notes of the song!

The crowd went wild with approval, clapping, shouting and whooping out as Justin bowed again and again, lapping up all the adoration from his loving fans.

Brian was as impressed as all the rest, but secretly he feared the repercussions of his little twink getting an even bigger head - or, make that, two bigger heads . . .