Little Big Man

LITTLE BIG MAN – a serial novel by Travis Creel

CHAPTER EIGHT – THE SEX PERIOD

Previously: The first `real' competition is split into four groups of thirteen over two days. Alex, Matti, and Alabama, all in the last group, don't know its nature, as the previous groups have been kept isolated. When he emerges from a mandatory shower, Alex's clothes are missing, and he and the others are force-marched naked to the gymnasium. There, they discover that the contest is a hoax led by four Russians, all their clothing has been tossed overboard, and that "none of you will ever again set foot on American soil."

Furthermore, the thirteen men are ordered to pair off for anal sex, and given two hours to do so. As incentive to obey, anyone who doesn't comply will be castrated; as there are an odd number in the group, one is guaranteed to meet that fate. To prove that they weren't bluffing, the Russians displayed the `loser' of an earlier group, Colorado, whose scrotum was empty.

To save them both from castration, Alex was willing to let Matti fuck him – until he learned that there will be more sex in the days ahead, for which the night's six bottoms will remain bottoms. Furthermore, one of those six would also be castrated later in the week. He is reeling from all the revelations that have hit him all at once. But he has no time to think: the two hours are about to begin.

ALEX: MONDAY, JUNE 6, EVENING – ATLANTIC OCEAN

They lined us up, one behind the other, and told us that once we were out the door we could talk freely. But they would send us out one by one, to separate locations determined randomly. When we were all in place, a horn would sound and the sex period would begin.

This threw another monkey wrench into the works. If we were leaving separately to unknown locations, how would I find Matti before either of us ran into others? We needed to get together to strategize.

They said we all had some gay in us. I think that was another of their lies, but I did care deeply about Matti as a friend. And I had wondered at times if Matti wasn't attracted to me sexually. Did he want to fuck me? Would he let me fuck him? The only way to guarantee we'd both have balls tomorrow was to have sex with each other, but then one of us would have to remain a bottom – and would risk his nuts later in the week. It wasn't safe for whichever of us bent over for the other.

Oh, Matti, I wish I knew what you were thinking. We need to talk.

Matti, behind me, was evidently having the same thoughts. I felt his finger gently on my lower back, tracing the word POOL. I stiffened, realizing he was taking a risk, and waited; no one seemed to have noticed. I nodded my head slightly – very slightly, not wanting to draw the attention of `Thomas' or the maroons.

The last person to address us was Dr. Zawahiri.

• After I inject you, you will have an erection in about ten minutes. We are giving you a strong dose, so that the erection should last for the entire sex period, or until you ejaculate.

I was sixth in line, behind Texas. When it was my turn, the lab-coated doctor grabbed my cock and poked the left side of it with a needle, near the base. It was a thin needle and I was surprised how painless it was. He repeated this with the right side of my cock.

And then the door opened and I stepped naked into the night air. There were two maroons outside. One held a set of what looked like business cards, face down.

• (Maroon # 1) Pick one.

It showed a location on Deck 3, near the bow of the ship on the starboard side.

• (Maroon #2, into his phone) Wisconsin chose Location 9. (to me) Study it, memorize it, and return the card to me.

After registering the information, I started to move. Maroon #1 held up his hand.

• Wait. I have to get the signal that Texas is in his location.

I waited, about twenty seconds.

• All right, go. And move fast. If you are slow getting to your location, you will be punished.

I didn't like the sort of punishments this lot were handing out, so I moved swiftly, down one flight of stairs and toward the front right side of the ship. I encountered no one en route. It was cold. The ship was moving briskly and I was by the outside railing – the wind buffeted my skin and I was actually shivering, even though it was June. Not, I thought, conditions conducive to achieving an erection.

I achieved an erection. Or rather the erection achieved itself. I was freezing, eager to find an indoor location but my cock hardened on its own accord. In fact, it was feeling so perky that I was tempted to grab it and jerk off right then and there. Which would have been a disaster.

I looked at the dark sea below. For a moment, I fantasized about jumping overboard, foiling the Russians' plans to amuse themselves by forcing me to have sex with a dude. I scanned the horizon, stupidly hoping to find a light – another ship, or an island, where I could be rescued if I could just swim there. I was a strong swimmer, but the ocean had currents. It would have to be an island – the ship would move faster than I could get there. And –

Of course there was nothing. If I dove into the sea, I was dead, period. I'd either die of hypothermia, starvation, or sharkbite. I had no death wish. I'd take my chances and hope I'd have the guts and the strength to overpower somebody and fuck them. My cock was ready, that was for sure. But then his would be, too.

In the midst of my reverie, the horn sounded, startling me. I'd almost forgotten that I was waiting for the horn. Immediately I retraced my steps up to the Sea Deck and got to the pool quickly.

Matti wasn't there. I waited a minute, a minute and a half, maybe two. Still no Matti. Surely he could get here by now. But what if he didn't show? What if he had encountered someone and they'd engaged him in a fight? I couldn't wait forever – I'd have to strike out on my own. Could I win a fight? I didn't know. How would I do as a wrestler? Rhody had pinned Al yesterday – Rhody was a wrestler, surely he would have wound up on top when he went through this earlier today. But Al – could he overpower someone? Would he be able to –

Shit. There was a voice. Two voices. Someone on the prowl. I considered slipping into the pool to be less visible, but then thought it would be hard to escape from if I needed to run.

• (Voice One) I thought you said the gymnasium.

• (Voice Two) Pool first.

Wait. Was that second voice - ?

• (Voice One) Why?

• (Voice Two) You'll see. Trust me.

Yes, that was Matti. But who was with him? Dammit, I needed to talk to Matti alone. How could we figure out what to do with some other guy hanging around?

• (Matti, in a semi-whisper) Wisconsin?

• Is that you, Minnesota?

• (Matti) Yeah, it's me.

• (Voice One) What's going on here?

• (Matti) Chill, dude, it's cool. Wisconsin, come over here.

I left my hiding place to where I could see the two shadowy forms by the far edge of the pool. I could barely see them – it was a cloudy night, and they'd turned off all the lights on the decks.

When I got close enough, I recognized the other guy as Utah. Utah was one of the shortest contestants – only about five-four, blond, looking very Mormon (okay, I'm stereotyping). Yesterday, I had witnessed him overpowered by Mississippi and stripped to his jock in nothing flat. I wondered what the hell he was doing with Matti.

• (Matti) Hey, Wes. I brought a friend. Utah, this is Wisconsin, Wisconsin, Utah.

• (Utah, more than a little petulantly) What's going on?

• (Matti) I told you, chill. I have a plan. Look, we could each go our separate ways and take our chances. But two of us together could probably overpower somebody we meet. If we could get him into the gymnasium, we could put him in the stocks and go find a second guy. Then we'd have two guys to fuck. But could even two of us force a guy from wherever we find him into the gymnasium and into the stocks? Maybe, maybe not. But THREE of us can. We could carry a guy from the first deck even. Put him in the stocks, find another. Drag him to the gym, put him into the stocks, find another. Then we have three bottoms, and the three of us can be the tops.

• (Utah, appreciatively) Teamwork.

This was a great idea, and one way for Matti and I to both wind up on top. But I could see flaws.

• What happens to the first guy while we're out looking for number two and number three? We leave him in the stocks, somebody else could come along and fuck him before we get the chance.

• (Matti) I figure that's likely to happen, actually. I figure the whole reason they used the stocks yesterday was to plant the idea in our heads that they were a great place to immobilize a guy so he couldn't fight you while you fucked him.

• (Utah) God, I'm so horny I could fuck a radish.

It was a true non-sequitur, but I had to admit that I, too, was itching for sexual release.

• So we could hang out around the gym and grab them as they come in.

• (Matti) That's my thinking. We shouldn't have to wander all over the ship. If it takes too long for anyone to show up, we can go exploring but I'm hoping we won't have to. Leaving a guy alone in the stocks is a risk we might have to take, but I don't think we will. If they don't show up at the gym while we're waiting for them, they probably won't show up at the gym while we're out hunting.

• (Utah) I'm not convinced it's a good idea. If it takes too long everyone else might have had sex and then one of us gets his balls cut off.

• (Matti) I hate to mention this, but you got your ass whipped yesterday by Mississippi. Do you think you can beat somebody in a fight? You're one of the littlest guys here.

• (Utah) Mississippi was a badass. All the blacks are. There are no black guys in our group.

Oh, great, racism. I was not happy about teaming up with this dude. Matti intervened.

• Look, Utah. You're either in or out. If you're out, we'll find someone else. And then you're on your own. You think you can take Texas? Or Wyoming? Both of those WHITE guys would consider you easy pickings. So make up your fucking mind.

Wow, Matti. Where did that come from? I was in awe of his strength in the moment. But it worked.

• (Utah) Okay, I'm in.

• (Matti) Good, let's get going. We need to strike early, before everyone else has been taken.

I had no feel for how aggressive anyone else would be. Would they tackle the first guy they saw and fought him until he cried `uncle'? Or would they take it cautiously, and avoid contact for a while, trying to judge whether or not he could take them? Or would they realize, as Matti had done, that teamwork would be the most effective strategy?

There was no one in the gym. We left it and toured the top deck, hunting a victim. Still no one.

We waited for so long I thought this plan was doomed for failure. Then I heard something.

• (whispering) There's someone coming up the stairs. Get ready.

• (Matti) Hope it's not a maroon.

He could find humor at the oddest moments.

As the figure emerged at the top of the stairs I could see his profile in the dim light. It was not a maroon. The man's penis was standing at attention just like ours.

• (Utah) Who is it?

• (Matti) Dunno.

• I hope it's not Alabama. (to Utah) He's a friend of ours.

• (Utah) Yeah, well, friend or no friend, right now this guy is just an adversary.

We were crouched behind a large bin containing life jackets. The potential victim looked around cautiously then, sure enough, headed in our direction, toward the gymnasium.

I made a motion as if to get ready to pounce but Matti held up his hand.

• (Matti) Wait.

The dude stopped. Had he heard something? He looked around again, suspicious. I felt his palpable fear, and, at this moment, felt sorry for him.

He stood immobile for a moment, then walked past us to the entrance of the gymnasium, and went inside.

• (Matti) Go!

The three of us rushed into the room just as the dude, discovering that the gym was empty, was preparing to head out. Matti, in full run, collided with him head-on and the two of them fell to the floor. In the fully lit room, I saw that it was New Mexico, the guy who had reacted so strongly at the sight of Indiana's balls in a jar. Dammit – I wanted it to be an obnoxious bastard like Texas or a fool like Florida. But no, it had to be someone with a moral compass.

But this was no moment to be soft. And I wasn't soft – my cock was hard, and I had to make the rest of me hard, too. New Mexico had to go into the stocks. We had to use force to convince him to surrender.

And so I kicked him in the groin. Matti was punching his face, not as hard as a prize-fighter, but enough to make him dizzy. Utah was standing by, uninvolved, the coward; the dude was SO fucking lucky to be teaming up with us.

Matti, kneeling over New Mexico's chest, continued to pound him while I kicked him on the side.

• (New Mexico, gasping) Okay. You got me. I give up. Stop, please. Just stop.

• Sorry, dude. But it's every man for himself.

• (New Mexico) All three of you can't – you aren't going to –

• No, dude. We have to find more bottoms. We figure the three of us can overpower a dude.

• (Matti) Or, in this case, two.

His pointed comments were aimed directly at Utah, who had not been a help at all.

• (Matti) Dude, don't be fucking useless. Help us get him over to the stocks.

• (New Mexico, confused) The stocks?

• We've got to immobilize you. Trust me, it will be better this way.

For us, anyway.

We pulled New Mexico to his feet. There was a cut on his cheek where Matti had punched him, but he didn't look too bad. Nothing bleeding from his mouth, at least.

• (Matti) Do you want to walk, or do we need to drag you over there?

• (New Mexico) I'll walk.

The dude had his dignity, even if he was about to lose it in the most humiliating way possible.

Matti wrapped New Mexico's left arm over his shoulder, and I did the same with his right. Together, we shuffled him over to the far end of the gymnasium. Utah, useless, trailed behind.

• (Matti, to Utah, sharply) Open the stocks.

Utah, surprised at being ordered about, scurried over to the first set of stocks, pulled out the bolt holding the two pieces together and lifted the top off.

• (Matti) Might as well do the other two as well. Save us time later.

As Utah prepared the three sets of stocks for New Mexico and whoever our other victims would be – if we could find them – and Matti and I guided the helpless bottom-to-be into place.

I took a good look at New Mexico. He was either Mexican or Native American or maybe some of both, but he looked Latino to me, with dark brown, haunting eyes, copper-colored skin and black hair. His body was neither skinny nor fat. There was relatively little body hair other than the thick bush just above his proudly erect, good-sized penis. And a pear-shaped ass that was about to lose its virginity.

He didn't resist as we bent him over and put his head and arms into the grooves fitted for them, then placed the top piece over his head and locked it into place. His head was at the level of our waists. His feet were free to move about. Maybe, I thought, we shouldn't leave him with the opportunity to kick us as he was being fucked.

• Minnesota, should we get one of those foot spreaders? Keep his legs apart? Make it easier for him?

I was thinking that what it would really do would be to make it easier for the guy fucking him.

• (Matti) Good idea. Utah, you know what he's talking about?

• (Utah) Yeah, they put those guys in them when they threw tomatoes at their balls. Spread their legs, make a better target.

He seemed to be relishing the memory, the little shit. My distaste for Utah was growing by the minute.

• (Utah) I remember where they were.

• (Matti) If you find them, bring a couple.

• (Utah) You mean three.

• (Matti) Yeah, three.

And with that, Matti looked at me, and winked.

And then it hit me. Matti was more devious than I had realized. He saw it dawn on me and grinned. I grinned back.

Utah returned with the foot spreaders and laid one underneath New Mexico's stocks. He stood there as if his job was done, so I leaned down and guided our victim's feet into place. His legs were now well apart, and his ass spread wide so that I could see his hole. He was trying hard to keep it together. I could not imagine what was going through his head.

• (New Mexico) Okay, who's going to do it? Please, let's get this over with as quickly as possible.

• (Utah, eagerly) Can I do him? I'm horny as all get out, and I really need to shoot my load.

As if you've earned the right to go first.

• (Matti) We'll decide who fucks who after all the victims are in place. Sorry for using the word `victim', New Mexico, but –

• (New Mexico) But that's what I am.

• (Utah) Sorry, guy.

He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it gently, in full view of New Mexico. He didn't sound sorry at all.

• (Utah) We've got to find two other victims. Then I personally will fuck you.

Even New Mexico saw what a shit Utah was.

• (New Mexico) Well, at least I get the smallest cock.

• (Utah, turning red) It won't feel small when it's up your ass. I'm going to pound you from here to kingdom come. But Minnesota's right, we have to find more prey. Let's go.

He turned toward Matti and me and headed toward the exit. Matti blocked him.

• (Matti) Not so fast.

• (Utah) Why? What's the holdup? We've got to find the other victims now, before somebody else gets them.

• (Matti) No need. We've got what we need right here.

He nodded over Utah's shoulder at me, standing behind the little blond. I stepped forward and grabbed Utah around the chest.

• (Utah) Hey, what the –

Matti punched him in the stomach.

• (Matti) It's Plan B, you little piece of shit.

Matti grabbed Utah's legs and the two of us carried him over to the second set of stocks. We set him down on his feet and, with my arms firmly holding him around the waist, Matti removed the top piece and forced Utah's head down toward the neck groove. Utah was wriggling and his arms were swinging freely, trying to fight Matti, who was in front of the stocks. It was up to me to fix his hands into their grooves, so I released his waist and grabbed his arms. I forced his hands into the grooves as Matti released his head to retrieve the top piece. I must not have held his arms tightly enough, because Utah sensed his moment and kicked back at me viciously, wriggling out of my grip. He started to run across the room. Matti dropped the headpiece and ran in hot pursuit, tackling him by the door as I arrived two seconds later. I delivered a swift kick to wherever my foot wanted to land, which caught Utah in the neck.

Utah started to rasp for breath; I'd probably gotten him in the windpipe. Each of us grabbed one of his ankles, dragged him across the room, and stood him up.

• (Matti) Now, you little shit, you're not going to try that again.

This pronouncement was followed by a knee to Utah's exposed balls. The blond doubled over in pain.

• (Matti, with a nasty grin) Just the position we want you in.

Utah was in no position to resist as we fitted him into the stocks.

New Mexico was laughing his ass off.

• (New Mexico) God, I was hoping you were going to do that. He's a real asshole, his cabin's two down from mine. He's been nothing but rude and unsympathetic the whole time. And he SNICKERED when he saw Indiana's – you know.

So it was Utah who had done that.

• (New Mexico) Indiana was my friend. I mean, I just met him yesterday, so it's not like a deep friendship or anything. But we hung out together, we shared our stories, he was my FRIEND.

• (Matti) He still is your friend, and he's going to need your friendship now more than ever.

New Mexico nodded, tears in his eyes.

• (New Mexico) Now would you please get this over with? Which one of you – ?

• (Matti, to me) You do him. (to New Mexico) Wisconsin will be gentle, won't you, Wisconsin?

• Yes, of course. Gentle as I can. I still have to – you know, cum.

• (Matti) And I don't intend to be gentle at all with this creep.

• (Utah) You fucking assholes! You betrayed me! You fucking assholes.

• (Matti) Well, I'm going to be fucking an asshole, all right. An asshole's asshole. Now shut your ugly mouth, okay?

• (Utah) Or what? You'll fuck me? Is that what you're threatening me with, guy who's going to fuck me anyway?

• (Matti, calmly, after a pause) I don't have to use lubricant.

That shut him up.

The lubricant. I had forgotten about the lubricant, dangling from the lanyard around my neck. I found the tube, unscrewed the cap, and poured some into my hand.

• Okay, New Mexico. I'm going to stick a finger up your ass, okay? It's just a finger, and it's got lube on it. I'm going to give you as much as I can, and I'm going to put some on my cock, too. Okay? But the first thing you feel is just going to be my finger.

• (New Mexico, clearly nervous) Okay.

I knelt behind him, looking at his exposed asshole and pushed my wet finger inside. He emitted a gasp, but just a tiny one. His hole was warm and gripped my finger tightly. It felt good around my finger, even though it was just my finger. I added more lube to my finger and poked it inside.

My cock twitched. It had been eager for some time to lose its load, and now it would have its chance.

Satisfied that I had greased his rectum as best as I could, I slathered the remaining lube in my hand around my cock and stood, planting my hands on New Mexico's hips, which were now starting to tremble.

• I'll go slow, ease my way in.

I hoped my tone as reassuring as it could be. I pushed the head of my cock until it was pressing against his pucker. New Mexico's breathing intensified, he was steeling himself for the invasion.

• Sorry, dude, we gotta do this.

• I know. Just get it over with.

I plunged the cockhead past his anal ring.

He groaned. A soft groan, not a howl, but a groan of pain, nonetheless.

• Okay I'm in. Just the tip of my cock is inside you, but it's past the glans. I'm going to slowly push in now. You let me know if I'm going too fast or if you need me to stop.

I prepared myself to press forward when my ears were hit with a shriek. Matti had just plunged himself into Utah, and had driven his cock in to the hilt.

• (Utah) Aaah! Aaah! Aaaah! Jee-suss! Omigod it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts.

At that moment I did feel a LITTLE sorry for him.

I pushed in another inch or so into New Mexico. He groaned again, a wail increasing in pitch and then breathed rapidly until he calmed down.

• All right? I'm only a little bit in, I'm afraid.

• (New Mexico) It's okay. Go ahead. I want this to be over with. Please, just go in. Just fuck me. It's going to hurt no matter how slow you are.

Not ever having had this experience, I had no idea of how much pain he was in, but I had no doubt that what he was saying was true. I pushed and pushed in sections but without much of a break in between. Until my balls were bouncing against his ass. And I was loving how my cock felt.

• Okay, pal, I'm in all the way.

• (New Mexico) Thank God. I don't think I could take more.

• I'm going to start fucking now.

I had never engaged in anal sex before, even with a woman. In fact, I'd really only fucked a woman once. I'd had a few blow jobs, but the only time I'd had vaginal sex was with a girl named Annelise Grommer, who was more than a little experienced. She complained afterwards that my cock was too small and that I lacked technique. We had a nasty break-up.

This was different. New Mexico's ass was harder to penetrate, even with the lubricant, but it was also somehow more wonderful. It gripped my cock like it was holding onto it for dear life. Every nerve in my cock delighted at the experience; it was ten times as thrilling as beating off. My cock was itching for release, and it needed the friction of New Mexico's rectum to get there.

I started to fuck him, slowly, then faster. As I went along, I got more excited and more vigorous in my thrusting. I started to think of it as truly riding him, forgetting about him altogether, thinking only of the wonderful sensations rippling up and down the nerves on my penis.

New Mexico was grunting in rhythm to my thrusts. He was in pain, but he was dealing with it. As the fucking continued, he complained less and less audibly, and even got to the point where he was pushing backwards to meet my thrusts.

• (New Mexico) Oh, god. My cock.

His COCK? Then I realized that I was pounding him in the prostate which was stimulating him even further – and he had already had an erection to begin with.

• I'll get you off when I'm finished.

I wanted to give him something to look forward to. But right now I was looking forward to cumming, as my cock tingled more and more excitedly and I knew I was getting close.

Beside me, Matti fucking Utah like a demon, letting out all of his aggression, and Utah was howling like a banshee. Matti looked over at me from time to time, grinning.

• (Matti) I can't believe this, but this is fun.

Utah uttered a two-word response which was ironic, considering what was happening to him at the moment. A minute later, Matti gave one giant heave and shot his seed.

I built up speed for about two more minutes until at last the moment of climax occurred and in a rush I emptied my sperm into New Mexico's hapless bowels. I collapsed on top of him, spent.

• It's over now.

Although it wasn't over until I pulled out – an experience which he found painful. I checked his ass.

• There's no blood.

• (Matti) I can't say the same. But then I didn't use as much lube as you did.

• Let's get them out of these things.

• (Utah) You damn well better get me out of this. You're going to pay for this, Minnesota. You fuckin' lied to me. You betrayed me. You cheated!

• (Matti) All's fair in love and war. And this is kinda both.

• (Utah) You'll pay for this. I'm going to tell people. They'll see what kind of snake you are. And you'll regret it, I promise you.

• (New Mexico) Don't pay attention to him. He has no friends. No one will listen to him.

I began the task of releasing New Mexico from his stocks when suddenly the door to the gymnasium opened. One naked man was dragging another into the room, arms firmly around his waist. The top, I could see, was Wyoming, but his body shielded his victim's identity from our sight. A moment later I realized with alarm that it was Alabama.

• (Wyoming, breezily, as if on a social call) Hey guys! Great minds think alike. Wanna help me get him into the stocks?

• He's a friend of ours, Wyoming. I don't think we should get involved.

• (Wyoming) Hey, his ass is grass, boys. He's getting fucked; no way you can stop that. Now I can pound him unconscious so I can fix him in the stocks unassisted or you could make it easier on him and help out.

I looked at Matti. Matti looked at me. We looked at Alabama, who was still flailing away, as if he could escape from Wyoming's clutches.

• (Wyoming) Counting you guys, I know of four couplings already and if there's been a fifth, it's down to me, him, and one other. If you don't help me and I can't get him fucked within the time period, then we're both going to lose our balls. If I fuck him, we'll both keep them. Your friend is getting his ass fucked one way or the other, either by me or by a bunch of those guards. The question is whether or not you want to see his balls in a jar tomorrow.

Put that way, we were doing Alabama a favor. I helped Wyoming carry our friend over to the stocks, feeling like a total shit in doing so. The three of us fitted Alabama into the third pair of stocks.

• (Wyoming) Gosh, you even got a pair of leg spreaders out for me. Thanks.

• (Matti) Yeah, well you can ask Utah here about that. It's an interesting story.

• (Wyoming) Ah, Utah, you got yourself fucked, I see. (Pause.) Good. He's a little shit.

• (Matti) Exactly what I called him.

I finished releasing New Mexico from his bondage. He was able to walk unassisted although he was stiff, not least of which was from having been bent over at the waist for the last half hour.

He was still ramrod stiff, and I remembered my promise.

• I said I'd get you off.

I moved my hand toward his erect phallus, but he waved me off.

• (New Mexico) Never mind, forget that. Do you think I could take a shower, though?

• (Matti) They've got to inspect you to make sure Wisconsin came inside you. You don't want to remove evidence of that.

• (New Mexico) Oh, shit, I forgot about that. Better not risk it. You guys could go ahead, though.

We could, I thought. But maybe they'd want to see that my cock was still sticky after having cornholed New Mexico.

• Might not be in our best interests either. But let's go into the shower room anyway. I don't want to watch this.

Meaning the fact that Wyoming was just about to spear Alabama on his cock.

• (Utah) Hey, what about me?

• (Matti) You can stay there for a while. (to me) I can't risk him doing something stupid like cleaning up and getting rid of my jizz up his ass. I need that for proof that I really shot my load.

I nodded and the three of us moved over to the shower room, without using the showers. It was then that I finally said what I wanted to, to Matti:

• This was your plan all along, wasn't it? To just do two, not three.

• (Matti) Hell yes. This was Plan A. Finding three guys would be impossible. Can you imagine? We had to wait over twenty minutes for one guy to show up. I decided I would find someone on the way to meeting you.

• (New Mexico) You guys planned this? Together?

• (Matti) Well, kinda sorta. We're friends. I first thought I'd give myself to him, to keep us both safe, let him fuck me. But then they mentioned about how once a bottom always a bottom – sorry, I don't mean to rub it in –

• (New Mexico) No, I get it.

The guy was altogether too nice.

• (Matti) I didn't want that to happen to either of us. So while we were in the gym, I told Wisconsin to meet me by the pool and I decided I'd try to find a guy to hook into the plan.

• That's why you were so late. I was worried to death that somebody had already attacked you.

• (New Mexico) And the guy you found was Utah.

• (Matti) Right. I was hoping it wouldn't be Alabama, who's our friend, though I guess we didn't save him in the end. Also hoping it wouldn't be Wyoming or Texas or one of the more muscular guys. Utah was tough enough to get into the stocks, can you imagine it with Wyoming? So when Utah came along I was thrilled. I roped him into the idea that the three of us would work as a team to find three victims, and he fell for it.

• (New Mexico) How did you tell Wisconsin to meet you in the pool? We weren't allowed to talk.

• (Matti) I wrote it with my finger on his back: P-O-O-L. Hoping he'd get the message. Either they didn't see me do it or they didn't care.

DMITRI: We didn't see it.

ALEX: Wyoming joined us twenty minutes later.

• (Wyoming) Hey, tops and bottoms hanging out together. How koom-by-ah of you. You're not showering?

• We don't want to wash off the evidence.

• (Wyoming) Ah. Good point. I suppose. Well, I'm sorry for your friend out there but he was sure a good fuck. I've done women up the old wazoo before but never a guy. I think it was even better, though I don't know why it should be. I mean an ass is an ass.

I think I'm looking at one now.

• (Wyoming) I'm just going to leave him out there in the stocks. I mean they want evidence of who got fucked, right? Your pal Utah is still there, too. Quite a mouth on him, that one. Must have been very satisfying to ream HIS ass.

I think Matti would agree that it was, but he didn't say so. Utah probably faced a rough week ahead.

• (Wyoming) There's only like ten minutes left. Might as well hang out here for the duration.

• If you don't mind, I'm going out and free Alabama from the stocks.

• (Matti) You want to come with, New Mexico, or you want to hang out with this friendly soul?

New Mexico came with us. We freed Alabama, who was weeping, and, taking pity, freed Utah as well – he was not weeping, still rife with invective about the revenge he was going to somehow wreak. I don't know how he got the idea that he would have any power in this environment – or that any of us would. The Russians were calling the shots, and I doubt Utah had much influence with them.

We helped Alabama over to a spot by the wall – he was walking with more difficulty than New Mexico, as Wyoming had probably fucked him pretty hard. Utah was walking gingerly as well, as Matti had not been gentle. The three of them sat together in mutual defeat.

I, on the other hand, had achieved a great success. I had come out on top – literally. I felt an enormous sense of relief. And an enormous sense of shame.

I had committed rape. Of a perfectly nice guy who didn't deserve to be raped. Well, no one deserves to be raped, but you know what I mean. I had debased New Mexico and in doing so I had debased myself. And I had assisted in the rape of a friend – a FRIEND. I will not easily forget the look in Alabama's eyes as he watched me lower the headpiece of the stocks over him and lock him into place.

There was nothing I could have done to save him – and maybe what I had done HAD saved him, saved his balls by making sure that he had sex.

I was safe. And Matti was safe. But at what cost?

DMITRI: Alex ended his account of the day at that point, so I shall summarize the remaining events.

We had observed the festivities from the Control Room on the bridge deck. We could see them when they were inside rooms, but not when they were outside. However, we could tell where they were from their transponders and the large display map of the ship on the wall that we utilized to keep track of the boys' locations. When we saw two lights in the same area, we clicked on them to see who they were.

Texas made the first move, finding Arizona in the dining hall. The redhead pursued the brown-haired Sun Devil and caught him, bent him over a table and prepared to skewer him. I grabbed my cock in anticipation. But then Texas let go for a moment to grab lubricant and Arizona bounded up and swung his arm back against Texas' jaw. He escaped, leaving Texas in hot pursuit. We watched the little dots race around the ship until Arizona went up a stairwell and Texas didn't follow. He went this way and that, evidently confused.

Michigan was the first to actually score. He brained Tennessee with a cue stick in the recreation room. The Southerner, of Vietnamese descent, fell to the floor unconscious, and woke up to find himself bent over a pool table with Michigan's cock up his ass.

Shortly thereafter, Hawaii and Florida had a knockdown drag-out fight in the lounge. Hawaii, another Asian, had the tenacity of a tong fighter and when he kicked the Floridian in the nuts the Cuban-American was helpless. Hawaii pushed him over an armchair and drilled him.

Through the transponders we saw that Minnesota had joined up with Utah and then encountered Wisconsin on the Sea Deck, but it was in an area where we could not see. We assumed that either Minnesota or Utah was fucking Wisconsin while the other was holding him down, but were surprised when all three followed New Mexico into the gymnasium. And we all know how that turned out – we had cameras there and watched with delight. High marks to Minnesota for the double-cross.

That left five – Alabama, Arizona, Nebraska, Texas, and Wyoming. Alabama hid much of this time, not on the prowl. A stupid strategy unless he wanted to get fucked – his eventual fate. Wyoming we had always assumed would wind up as a Top. He'd had the bad luck to walk in on both Michigan in the process of fucking Tennessee and Hawaii in the process of fucking Florida. Eventually, Wyoming discovered Alabama and force-marched him up to the gymnasium, where he figured it would be easier to do the deed with Alabama secure in the stocks. Welcome to the bottom half, Alabama.

And then there were three. Texas (another sure top), having missed out on Arizona, found Wyoming. They fought to a draw before Texas gave up and left. As others paired up, the only targets available to him were Arizona and Nebraska, whether or not he realized it. And he wound up hunting his prey on the wrong deck. For one level above him, Nebraska and Arizona had met – back in the dining hall, the scene of Nebraska's narrow escape.

The two of them had a conversation – we weren't sure exactly what they were saying – but then the most remarkable thing occurred, something we had never seen. The two of them actually played Rock-Paper-Scissors. Nebraska chose Rock, and Arizona chose Scissors. Then the two of them shook hands, and Arizona bent over a table while Nebraska first lubricated and then sodomized him. Astounding.

In the gymnasium, we congratulated the victors and then, one by one, inspected their targets. We probed the rectums of Alabama, Arizona, Florida, New Mexico, Tennessee and Utah to verify that, yes, they contained jizm and informed them that they were now officially Bottoms. And we have the technology to do instant DNA analysis, confirming that Hawaii, Michigan, Minnesota, Nebraska, Wisconsin and Wyoming were the sources of that jizm and informed them they were now officially Tops.

Which made the big loser – to our astonishment – Texas. Boris (`Peter'), whose turn it was for a fuck, headed down to the gymnasium from the control cabin. One of the stocks was moved to the center of the room and Texas was placed in them as six of our enforcers stripped. We gave the boys the option of staying to watch Texas' humiliation or returning to their cabins. They all left.

I watched all seven fucks, with admirable restraint. I did not cream once. Of course only that afternoon I had plunged my tool into the hapless backside of Vermont, who, once Dr. Tafriq had done his duty, was now not quite a lad and more of a used-to-be-a-lad. Well, I guess he still qualifies as male, he has his cock.

Texas will still have his cock, too. But tomorrow morning, his will be one of four sets of balls that reside in a jar of alcohol.