Chapter 44 - Butt Plug It Up! (Tuesday, July 19th)

The kitchen table was crowded with platters of scrambled eggs, turkey bacon and toast. The four men sitting around the perimeter were helping themselves. Well, all except for Brian who was having his usual dry, wheat toast and highly sugared coffee. Justin wasn’t sure how Brian managed to live on so few calories a day. He would have starved to death before the end of June on such short rations. Brian seemed to thrive on it, though. Well, that and about a pound of processed white sugar in every cup of coffee he drank.

The only House Boy that was missing so far this morning was Daniel - who was still limping around the house playing up his injuries from the Kerek beat down. Nobody had shown the big bully the least bit of sympathy, though, no matter how much he played up the pain and woe factor. Frankly, Brian thought he was milking it as it was. It HAD gotten Daniel out of all the challenges for the past few days, though, which the rest of them were beginning to think was patently unfair. Not that they really WANTED to interact with Daniel on a sexual level, but nobody thought he should just get to sit out and coast. At least not for this long.

The one person who probably had a right to complain about bodily discomfort was Paal. All of them had noticed that their Indian friend was moving around a little gingerly these last couple of days. He hadn’t said anything, but ever since the remaining twin bed in the third bedroom had disappeared the day after Kerek left, forcing Daniel to move into the room containing the full-sized bed with Paal, things had gotten a little strained. Brian, Justin and Malik could hear the unhappy noises coming from that room every evening, even clear down the hall in the Master Bedroom. But Paal hadn’t said anything to the rest of them so they hesitated to interfere.

This morning though, Paal actually groaned aloud when he went to sit down at the table next to Justin. The other three, already seated, shared a round of surreptitious looks but remained silent. Brian got especially quiet afterwards, which worried Justin more than anything. A quiet, non-snarky Brian was always a matter of concern. Justin still wasn’t one hundred percent sure what the basis for Brian’s occasional freak outs was, but it seemed Paal's current situation was triggering it again. And anything that brought up those fears in Brian was something that Justin would fight with all his diminutive being.

Justin passed the subdued Indian man the platter of eggs and held his tongue. He made a promise to himself to pull Paal aside later, though, and see what he could do. Justin couldn’t let this fester - not if it might impact Brian. He didn’t relish the idea, but he’d deal with Daniel if he had to. Unlike Paal, Justin wasn’t the passive type.

As soon as the group had finished their breakfast, Justin caught Paal as he made his way out into the Greatroom. “Hey Paal, you feeling alright today? You seem a little queer,” Justin tentatively broached the tricky subject.

Paal just shook his head a bit and looked around, “Are we not all queer here?”

Justin gave a little giggle and clarified, “Well, yeah, I guess you got me there. But, what I meant was that you appear to be moving a bit . . . gingerly. Are you okay?”

With a furtive look, Paal whispered, “I must admit that I am a bit . . . sore. You know that Daniel has been sharing my bed since his was removed and . . .  well, I am not quite happy with the arrangements. I did not want to make a scene, and I do not want to take a chance on him getting violent, because you know how Daniel can get . . .” Paal hesitated to speak further, scanning the room once again to make sure there wasn’t anyone else around who might overhear their conversation. “As we are sharing a bed now, I have been allowing him to fuck me and . . .You know how rough he can get. It has been . . . unpleasant. And I do not know how much more I can take. It has become . . . He appears to be getting worse. I do not know if it is the steroids or perhaps it is just Daniel’s manner, but nothing I do seems to satisfy him and he has not . . .” Paal seemed to physically deflate in size as he finally made the decision to confess everything to Justin. “I hurt all over. Inside and out. But I do not know what I can do about it.”

The look of defeat on Paal’s handsome face made Justin’s stomach clench. He reached up one hand to consolingly pat the much taller man’s shoulder. Then, biting his bottom lip and begging Paal with his eyes, Justin gently pressed on the big brawny man’s shoulder until he reluctantly turned around, giving tacit approval for Justin to examine him more thoroughly. On closer inspection, Justin could see light bruising on Paal’s legs and hips that could have been easily missed due to Paal’s skin coloring. Justin didn’t want to induce further pain or embarrassment, but he wanted to make sure Paal wasn’t seriously hurt anywhere. Of course, this wasn’t really the right location if any amount of privacy was needed.

Lowering his voice so that, hopefully, his words wouldn’t be picked up by the microphones in the Greatroom, Justin broached the tricky situation. “Paal, I know that this is hard for you and I would hate to add to your discomfort, but I think we’d better check you out a little more. Just to make sure there isn’t any real damage done. We can go to the Break Room if you’d like, it’s the one place you can be sure no one will be watching us. I promise, I won’t say anything. No one will find out about this . . . unless you say it’s okay.” Justin tried to sound reassuring even though he was feeling very freaked out right about then. He knew that he had to be the strong one, though. At least until someone with real expertise took over.

Paal simply nodded his consent and complacently followed Justin down the stairs. Justin didn’t want to attract the attention of the others so he tried to walk at a casual pace. It took a lot to resist the sense of urgency he felt, though.  

Once they reached the Break Room, Justin poked his head in and made sure that it was empty. Not seeing anyone, he walked in with Paal following closely behind. Justin gestured his friend over towards the two big recliners and indicated that Paal should kneel on the seat of one facing the back and bend over slightly. Justin then pulled over an ottoman footstool and sat down so he would have a better angle to see from. Justin didn't have to look too closely though to see that this was probably something too big for him to handle by himself.

By gently holding back Paal's butt cheek, Justin could clearly see that the man's hole was red and inflamed. It looked like it would be painful to even touch, and the idea of any kind of penetration in that condition was abhorrent. The skin was even slightly broken in a couple of places and, while it was clean now, it looked like it had bled a little. Justin wasn’t about to try and probe any deeper to see what damage there might be inside. This definitely called for someone with a lot more experience in order to see what could be done.

“Ouch. I can see why you’re moving a little slowly,” Justin said, trying to sound unconcerned as he got up from his stool and helped Paal turn around to sit the right way in the big comfortable chair.

“Is it bad?” You could tell Paal already knew that it was and was just asking for confirmation of his suspicions.

“I don’t really know enough to say,” Justin replied as diplomatically as possible. “I do think you need a few days off and probably some kind of medical attention - at the very least we need to get you some cream or antibiotic ointment so you don’t get an infection.” Justin hesitated to go on, not sure how Paal would react to what he would say next. “I really think you need to see a doctor, Paal.”

“I . . . I believe you are probably correct, my friend,” Paal responded, his voice very soft but resigned and maybe even a little relieved now that someone else had made the decision for him.

“Okay. I’ll see what I can do. Why don’t you just hang out in here for awhile and take a break. I’ll be right back,” Justin stood up, pausing for a moment to tenderly run his fingers along the side of Paal’s handsome, distressed face in order to reassure him, and then turned towards the door.

Justin didn’t have to go far to find someone willing to help. Standing right across the hall from the Break Room door, Brian was leaning against the wall with one leg crooked up and trying to look casual while still acting as a sentry. So much for Justin’s efforts not to draw attention to himself or Paal. He should have known Brian would have picked up on his plans. He was touched that it seemed he was always somewhere on Brian’s radar these days, but just this once he’d hoped to avoid detection - not only to preserve Paal’s privacy but also because of the potential of causing Brian distress as well.

“How is he?” Brian demanded, getting right to the point.

Justin looked pointedly to the side where there was yet another camera blinking it’s beady red eye at them, and then back at Brian with a tense smile. Brian nodded, reached out and then pulled Justin close to his body with his head nuzzling against the younger man’s neck. “Tell me,” he whispered with his mouth close to the boy’s ear.

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything . . .” Justin whispered back, evasively, then thought again. “But . . can you get a hold of Ted. Now. Before the morning challenge gets started? I don’t want to involve the servants or anyone else if it can be avoided.”

Justin could feel Brian swallowing nervously and felt his already tense shoulders tighten even more. Then Brian nodded, his head moving almost imperceptibly against the side of Justin’s own. “Yeah. I can do that. I’ll get him over here pronto. With a doctor.” His long arms wrapped even tighter around the slender boy’s waist and held on for a breathless moment or two before Brian finally started to move - drawing what comfort he could from the sturdy, small, yet strong frame. “Shit!” Brian finally muttered with a deep sigh and Justin could feel his big stud breathing fast, his heartbeat racing. “I’ll need to get on a computer in there. Is it okay for me to go in,” he finally managed to ask.

“Give me just a sec,” Justin pulled back, kissed Brian deeply and looked up into the taller man’s haunted looking eyes. “It’s not that bad, Brian. It’ll be okay. We’ll take care of this and it’ll be okay.”

Brian didn’t reply. He just stared back unblinkingly at Justin and folded his lips under as if to try and keep back whatever contradictory words were trying to escape. Justin didn’t know what more he could do or say to reassure his man, and right now he really didn’t have the time to figure it out. Up till now, he had tried to respect Brian’s obvious boundaries and not pry - he instinctively knew that Brian wouldn’t welcome him sticking his nose in the affair, even if Justin’s only motive was to try and help - but maybe he would have to push a little, just enough to figure out what to do to help Brian. However, that would have to wait until after they dealt with Paal and Daniel.

With a last reassuring squeeze to Brian’s hand, Justin pulled away and headed back into the Break Room.

Brian found Malik lounging on the Greatroom couch with his nose in another of Seymour Bhutz’ trashy novels. The morning’s announcements had been put off, without any explanation given, and Ted was now downstairs with Justin, Paal, and a fourth man who hadn’t been introduced but who Brian assumed was a doctor. Brian didn’t know how it had come about that the youngest member of the household had somehow become not only Paal’s advocate but also the one taking charge of everything and everyone in the house, as well as most of the production company. If he wasn’t so upset about what was happening, Brian would have laughed out loud at the anomaly. He would be the last person to criticize though - Justin had already proven he was more than competent to deal with the situation.

“Hey, Mal,” Brian sat down at the end of the couch and lifted the little black beauty’s feet into his own lap. “You’re going to switch beds with Paal tonight,” he stated baldly, not really knowing how to segue into the topic and too stressed to pussy foot around.

“What? What the fuck! Why?” Malik sat up and scowled at Brian. “Why the hell are you kicking me out? Did I do something to piss you off, Brian? Is this because I refused to do that pony tail thing you and Justin wanted last night? I thought you were kidding, Brian.”

“Fuck no!” Brian shook his head and felt the first twinge of humor he’d experienced yet that day. “We WERE just kidding. Well, at least I was. Justin may require another application of the riding crop - he’s been getting WAY too demanding about that shit lately, the crazy little twat . . .” Brian let himself smile briefly at the memory, before he succumbed to the far more serious topic at hand. “But that’s not it. It’s more that . . . well, I know YOU won’t let Daniel get away with any shit.” He stumbled, finding it difficult to go on without revealing too much information or betraying anyone’s confidences.

“Daniel?” Mal leaned back against the arm of the couch, thinking quietly and clearly connecting all the dots in his mind. “Shit! Is that why everyone’s running around like chickens with their heads cut off this morning? What did that fucker do this time?”

Brian pointed towards the corner of the room up near the ceiling where another of the cameras was blinking down at them and didn’t say anything. Mal got the point and shut up too. He continued to look worried though, and Brian really didn’t blame him. He hated not knowing what was going on downstairs too. There wasn’t anything he could do though. Except go find Daniel and murder him. Which probably wouldn’t help much in the long run.

Falling back on a tried and true standby for stress management, Brian decided to go with distraction sex. He summarily grabbed hold of Mal’s foot and yanked firmly to get the Chocolate Twinkie’s attention. Mal looked up and couldn’t miss the mischievous look or the big guy’s lusty leer. Mal was worried and curious about whatever was going on with Daniel and Paal too, but just like Brian, he figured he would only get in the way or exacerbate matters if he tried to get involved. So, what the fuck? He shrugged and then nodded at Brian’s implicit invitation, tossing his book aside, which led to Brian immediately pouncing on him.

Even as Brian was licking his way up the well-muscled but compact torso, though, his mind was still whirling. Brian hated feeling useless or like he wasn’t in control and he especially hated that he hadn’t been able to do anything concrete about the Daniel situation. They’d need to redouble their efforts to find Daniel’s drug stash. He knew that the bitch was still using. He had all the symptoms of someone who’d abused steroids for a long time as well as the signs of being in the middle of a current cycle of use. Brian had seen Daniel talking to the suspect spa tech again just the day before. He strongly suspected that the guy had delivered a fresh supply of juice while he was in the Residence. But how was Daniel hiding it? Where was he hiding it? Fuck, if they could only find the drugs then they could be rid of the asshole for good . . .

*Mmmmmm* Mal’s salacious groan pulled Brian’s attention back to the matter at hand. Well, even if Brian couldn’t do anything to stop Daniel or to help Justin and Paal right then, at least he was in control of something. Even if it WAS only this one brief fuck. This he could do and do well. Every single grunt of pleasure he managed to elicit from the willing black youth as he deftly fingered the tight pulsing pucker did more to bolster his flagging spirits than anything else Brian had tried that day. Fuck it all. Now THIS Brian could deal with.

With an almost brutish efficiency, Brian finished prepping Mal, then flipped the boy over onto his hands and knees before fishing a condom out of the ever-present bowl located on the coffee table. In less than a minute, Brian was pounding into the equally aroused kid from behind. Both of them were grunting and moaning loudly, Mal’s body arching to accommodate each of Brian’s driving thrusts. Mal seemed to sense Brian’s need for something a little more animalistic and didn’t seem to mind the fact that Brian was more detached than normal. He was meeting Brian’s every motion with one of his own that was almost as savage. Brian assumed that Mal was also using this fuck as a good means of distraction. It seemed like he was teaching his twinkies well - he was so proud.

It took another hour or so before the day assumed a more normal routine. When they were finally gathered together for the morning’s announcements, Paal was nowhere to be seen. The Master advised, without any fanfare or explanation, that Paal was excused from the day’s Challenges. Daniel, however, was ordered back into the mix despite his complaint that he was still too sore. Ted had been standing to the side of the room at the time and traded skeptical looks with Brian at that bald faced lie, but didn’t say anything.

The remaining four men were given jewel-colored vibrating butt plugs that lighted up when the remote control was activated. Brian had to work hard not to gag at this new accessory. The day’s game was to see who could hold out under the constant stimulation caused by the vibrators. Malik, who had won the previous evening’s Challenge was given control of the remote first. He got to pick someone that he would be allowed to play with for the next hour - turning the vibrations on or off as he liked - with the intent of trying to make his victim cum. If he succeeded, then he won and got to keep the remote and move on to another try with another man. However, if the victim managed to hold out, that person won and got to take over the remote from then on. It was likely to prove a long and rather stimulating day.

Justin watched Brian carefully all through the announcement of the Challenge. Knowing Brian’s aversion to any type of penetration, Justin was leery about the big guy’s reaction. Granted, Brian had been - literally - loosening up a bit lately regarding this stricture, but only when HE could control the situation. Justin didn’t think this challenge would meet those criteria, especially where someone else was holding a remote controller and would be intentionally trying to throw him off balance. But, except for a grimace of distaste at the sparkly appearance of the plug itself, Brian didn’t betray any other outward sign of misgiving. He just shook his head, rolled his eyes, handed the plug and a bottle of lube to Justin and then bent over the back of the couch long enough for the boy to help him insert the thing.

Justin thought the bright emerald green plug looked rather nice in Brian’s trim ass. Mal was also quite fetching with the big white diamond plug decorating his plump dark rear. Justin quickly popped the sapphire blue plug into his own ass without any assistance - wondering while he did if all the most fashion conscious fags made sure to coordinate their butt plugs in order to accentuate the color of their eyes, or if he was the only one. He laughed even harder when the servant in charge of the the challenge intentionally picked out the pink plug and handed it to Daniel while removing all the others before he could opt out of the choice being forced on him. Daniel accepted the pink jeweled plug with poor grace and stomped out of the room.

As soon as that was over, Brian, Justin and Malik moved over and started bombarding Ted for information in frantic hisses as they attempted to keep their voices down. He wouldn’t say anything more about Paal’s condition other than that the doctor had looked at him and it wasn’t too serious. Paal WOULD be out of the game for a few days. Justin advised that he’d had Paal taken up to the Master Bedroom to rest - a decision which Brian thoroughly approved of, at least as long as Daniel was still around.

“Sorry, I don’t think I can get rid of Daniel - even after this,” Ted announced apologetically, and cringed at the gimlet stare that Brian shot his way. “I know, Brian. I know. I would love to be rid of him too. But, Paal refuses to lay any blame on Daniel for what happened. He’s maintaining that it was just rough sex that got a little out of hand. I even went in and reviewed the video from their room to see if maybe that would support me taking action without Paal having to take a stand, but there’s nothing. Paal didn’t tell Daniel ‘No’. He didn’t SAY anything,” Ted exclaimed in frustration.

“Fucker!” Brian growled, grinding his teeth and looking like he wanted to hit something. “Why the hell is Paal protecting that asswipe? If I’d had ammunition like that . . . there’s fucking videos, even . . . He could actually DO something . . .”

“Brian . . . It’s not our call to make,” Justin cautioned, moving closer to the fuming ball of fury that Brian had morphed into, hoping that his touch would help calm the man. “I’m not saying I agree with Paal’s position, but it’s his decision and we still have to support him.”

“Yeah. But we all know what Daniel’s like. I’ve had to tell him to back off a couple times myself and so have you, Justin. Which makes me think he’s probably done this to others before. And that he’ll likely do the same, or worse, to others after this if nobody stops him,” Malik voiced what they’d all been thinking.

“Fuck!” Brian exploded, turning to the small end table next to where they’d been standing and knocking the lamp flying before kicking the whole glass topped table over on it’s side. The glass fell out of the frame as it tipped over and shattered when it hit the floor, sending shards flying every which way with several of them, unfortunately, ending up embedded in Brian’s leg and foot. This effectively ended the discussion about Daniel and Paal, since Brian was immediately carted off to be seen by the doctor, who was conveniently still in the building, with Justin and Malik tagging along as his support team.

Which is why there was no actual butt plug play that morning, much to the dismay of many an online viewer.

Brian was seated at the head of the table with his bandaged leg propped up on a second chair. He had been lording it over the rest of the crew for a while now, demanding that everyone fetch and carry for him, bringing him his lunch, a glass of iced tea, a clean spoon, and anything else he could think of to keep them all on their toes. He was really a total Bitch when he was hurt. Both Justin and Mal had gone from feeling sorry for him to hating his guts in less than an hour. In fact, Justin was contemplating adding sedatives to Brian’s tea instead of sugar in the hopes that it would shut him the fuck up with all his demands for a few hours. And if the sedatives didn’t work, he was open to the idea of arsenic.

Unfortunately, back when they’d still been feeling sorry for him, Malik had made the gargantuan mistake of offering Brian the remote control for the butt plugs. Now, whenever Brian felt his harem wasn’t paying sufficient attention to him, he would zap them with a jolt up their asses. The look of glee in his hazel eyes every time one of them would jump was even more infuriating than the actual humiliation of being zapped.

To make matters worse, the idiots who ran the Residence had decided that today’s lunch would be lentil soup. And Brian, being the perverse sadist that he was at heart, was getting endless amusement out of hitting the ‘on’ button every time one of them brought a spoonful of soup up to his mouth. The first couple of times, Justin was sure that he’d got first degree burns from the hot soup landing on his dick. But that had been at the beginning of the meal, back when Justin had thought the poor timing was just an accident on Brian’s part. By the time the soup had cooled to the point that it was no longer painful when it splashed onto his crotch, Justin knew that Brian was doing it on purpose. The loud guffaws of laughter every time one of them spilled WAS kind of a give away.

“You DO know you’re only supposed to be using that thing on ONE of us at a time, right?” Justin demanded after Brian had managed the controls so that both he and Mal had been zapped into spillage at the same time.

“Yeah . . . and your point is?” Brian’s snarky smile proved he was pretty much all recovered from his grievous injury already.

“Fuck you, Brian! That’s my point. Fuck! You!” Justin picked up his bowl of soup and promptly threw the whole thing into Brian’s lap and then walked out of the kitchen. And he didn’t even jump at all when Brian gave him a little parting zap in retaliation.

The Testosterone Trio had spent the majority of the afternoon searching through the house in a renewed effort to find Daniel's drug stash. Once again they'd had no luck. Eventually their search efforts had devolved into a silly, X-rated, version of hide and seek whereby, whoever had current possession of the remote control for the butt plugs, would zap his hidden compatriots until one of them yelped or moaned and he and could thus be located.  Although it clearly wasn't the type of game that The Master had planned, Brian, Justin and Malik certainly enjoyed themselves. And considering the morning that they'd had already, none of them really cared if they were playing by The Master's rules or not.

Just before dinner, Daniel finally turned up. No one knew where he'd been hiding all day and nobody really cared. Justin had actually been thrilled that he'd made himself so scarce, rightly fearing the type of confrontation that would arise when Brian and Daniel finally did meet up. And when Daniel surprised them while they were all standing around goofing off in the Greatroom, Justin feared for a brief moment that the second end table would follow its matched companion into destruction.

It had been obvious, not only from Paal's absence the entire day but also from the uproar of the morning and Ted's appearance, that something was up. It wasn't hard to deduce that whatever it was, it involved Paal and it must be bad. Considering the guilty look on Daniel's face when he did appear, he had undoubtedly figured out that the uproar involved him in some way. He had to know that his actions with regard to the missing Indian man had been wrong to start with. But, by this time, Daniel had probably also surmised that he wasn't going to be kicked out of the Residence for what he'd done. Which is probably why he'd turned up to gloat.

"You know what, Daniel," Brian addressed the Asian man, speaking in a deceptively calm voice. "You might think you're hot shit. You probably also think that, because you spend a lot of time in the gym and you're all pumped up on steroids, that means you can fight. But don't let that fool you - muscles mean very little in a street fight. I, on the other hand, grew up on the streets with a drunk, abusive Irish father who liked to use me as a punching bag. I know street fighting. I don't mind fighting dirty. And, despite what you see in Hollywood movies, I'll take an ambush with a broken beer bottle in a dark alley any day over fancy pants martial arts moves." Brian's grim smile as he said this last sentence was chilly and more than a little frightening. "So just be warned, in case we ever meet up again after the summer's over."

Justin watched as Daniel's face went comedically pale by the end of Brian's pronouncement. Brian never made any overt motion towards the now frightened bully boy, but that in no way mitigated the threat. When he was done speaking, Brian just turned and calmly walked away. Half a second later both Justin and Malik followed suit, leaving Daniel just standing there blinking, clearly unsure what to think or do next.

Daniel didn't turn up again until that evening's gathering for the Challenge announcement. In spite of the fact that they'd blatantly disregarded The Master's earlier directions for the daytime challenge, there was no reprimand given out. But, seeing as there was no real winner from the day's activities either, they simply proceeded directly to the instructions for the evening Challenge.

"I call this little game, 'Know When to Hold Em'," The Master announced. "Your goal is to be the last man standing. This time, however, my servants will be the ones in charge of the remote control. Whoever can hold out the longest, wins. Good luck, my children, and may the best man win."

Before the master had even officially signed off, every single man felt their butt plug begin to vibrate. The servant holding the remote control proved to be quite an expert with this type of stimulation. Instead of keeping the toys going at full blast without cease, he pulsed them, adjusting the intensity up and down at random, all the while maintaining a steady rhythm.

It was an intensely pleasurable experience. And it just went on and on and on. The four men standing around in a semicircle in front of The Master's portrait had nowhere to go and nothing to do to take their minds off the intense constant stimulation of their prostates. Brian quickly discovered that closing his eyes was a mistake. At least with his eyes open he could look around the room and try to concentrate on something other than the fact that the smooth metal of the plug was caressing his sweet spot at precisely the right angle and speed to cause the most delicious jolts of nerve tingling excitement to shoot up his spine. He tried shifting his weight around, hoping to move the plug away from his prostate, but it was no use. He even tried pinching his thighs surreptitiously with his fingers, in the hopes of distracting himself, but that didn't do anything other than add another source of stimulation to his already overloaded senses.

When Brian looked around he could see that the other men were in no better shape. Justin was moaning softly to himself at the far end of the line of contestants. The lusty little blond was squirming, practically writhing with pleasure. That was really no surprise. Brian had always loved how responsive the boy was, and he knew categorically that Justin would not be the winner of this particular challenge.

Malik, who was standing next to Brian, had his face screwed up in an intense frown. It was hard to tell from that look if he was experiencing pleasure or pain. His fists were balled up tightly at his sides, he was panting heavily and his eyes were scrunched closed. But for all that intense concentration, Brian could see that the young man's hips were unconsciously tilting back-and-forth, moving with a rhythmic motion that matched the pulsing in his own ass. Brian quickly looked away, afraid that the sight of the beautiful boy's hips moving that seductively would trigger his own orgasm.

Daniel, on the other hand, was standing on Brian's far side looking relatively nonplussed. From what Brian could see the man wasn't even half hard. Apparently, 'roid-induced impotence had some benefits. At least the renewed wave of anger Brian felt when he looked at the smarmy little bully temporarily took the edge off Brian's own growing excitement. Unfortunately, the remote-wielding servant must've noticed Brian's flagging attention, and promptly zapped the distracted man with a repetitive series of short, sharp jolts that very effectively returned Brian's wavering attention back to the matter at hand.

It was right about then that Justin finally gave in to the intense rippling pleasure, and let himself go with a loud and very heartfelt groan. With a cry of "oh shit oh shit oh shit," Justin grabbed his dick, stroked twice and then shot out one huge, long, continuous ribbon of sticky white cum, which landed right across the face of the servant holding the remote. And, whatever it was - the wanton sight of Justin's lust-infused face, the sharp tang of sex in the air or the siren call of his lover in the throes of passion - Brian instantly found himself unable to hold back his own release. He didn't even have to stroke himself to get off. The cascade effect hit Mal next. Which left only Limp Dick Daniel, who was still only half hard and looking decidedly unlikely to orgasm anytime soon.

"Justin," the tired blond was pulled out of a deep sleep by the hissing noise next to his ear. "Hey, Just, can I . . . Is there room for me?"

Justin blinked his sleep rimmed eyes until he could make out Malik's face hovering a few inches away from his own where the other boy was kneeling next to the big bed in the darkened bedroom. It took a minute for the import of Mal's words to sink in. The self-confident young black man, who never put up with shit from anyone in spite of his small stature, had been sent off earlier to share Daniel's bed for the night while Paal had assumed the third spot in the big Master bed. The fact that Mal was back, creeping into the room in the middle of the night, was not a good sign.

"What happened. Are you alright?" Justin whispered, not reassured by the tense set to his friend's shoulders or the slight waver in his voice.

"That shithead! I woke up and found Daniel trying to shove his dick up my ass." Then Mal's voice broke and he had to swallow once before he went on. "The fucker wasn't even wearing a condom! He tried to claim he'd been asleep and didn't know what he was doing but I don't believe him for a fucking second. He looked wide awake to me. I told him to fuck off but I couldn't . . . I can't stay in there, Justin. I can't." Justin could hear the shuddering breath Malik had to take in order to compose himself again. "Sorry I woke you. I can just go sleep on the lumpy couch. There's no room in here. Sorry."

Justin quickly flung out his hand and grabbed Malik by the wrist. "Don't be stupid. You're not going anywhere. We'll make room." Justin lifted up the edge of the covers and squirmed back as much as he could to make a little space for Malik.

Brian, who'd been lying flat on his back with his arms crossed over his chest like a stone sarcophagus statue, was jostled awake in the process. With a small grunt of protest, he rolled over, turning his back towards the two Twinks, and wrapped his arms around the bulkier Indian man who was huddled on the far edge of the bed. This maneuver helped quite a bit, creating at least a foot of additional bed space, allowing Malik more than enough room to crawl in and cuddle up next to Justin's side.  

"I realize that my gorgeous body and boyish Irish charm are irresistible to most men," Brian muttered from his new position, "but don't you think this is getting a little ridiculous."

Brian's little joke earned him a couple of giggles from the Twinkie contingent, but the other denizen of the master bedroom was silent. "This is all my fault," Paal stated despondently. "I should go back to the other bed. You can not sleep like this."

As one, the other three bedmates yelled, "Shut up, Paal!" Brian's arms only got tighter around the well muscled chest and he added, "you're not going anywhere Paal. Just shut up and go back to sleep. We'll fix this in the morning."

"But I can not let you do this . . ." Paal seemed determined to argue.

"You only have two choices here Paal," Brian muttered, "and leaving isn't one of them. Now, you can either shut up and let us get some sleep or we can fuck. I'm good with both options. But we will NOT be sitting around in the middle the night talking about shit. And no one's going near that fuckwad Daniel tonight. I'll figure out something to take care of Daniel in the morning." Brian sounded convinced that his word was law and of course he'd be obeyed - which was indeed the case, since no one dared to speak up. "So what's it going to be, sleep or fuck?"

The giggling Twinkies crawling out from under the blankets and over the top of the two bigger men resolved that question easily. Apparently there would be no more sleep that night. At least not for a while.