© Justin Cumberland 2007

Chapter Four

Brad got through the rest of the week without a scratch. It pissed Jason off. He didn’t actually want to see Brad get done. The guy was just like him. But if Brad didn’t get done, Jason would lose his bet with Garth. He would lose his chance to waste Garth’s gear.

He watched the show, and waited. Jason supposed they were waiting for the final night – when Brad came back on Monday – and then they’d let him have it.

They might not though. They might really let him win. He could see now, as Garth had said, that the show was rigged. It didn’t look like it; but it was. The thing that finally convinced Jason was the jerk-off.

There were only four contestants left when they came to that round on Thursday night. The four guys sat in a circle and jerked off. The last one to come was going to get smashed – and badly. When it came to a jerk-off the loser lost everything. He would be nullified. The winner got to pick a method and he got to carry it out after the ad break.

‘How would they rig this?’ Jason asked about the jerk-off. ‘I don’t see how they could tell whose gonna come first – or last.’

‘You know who’s gonna come first.’

‘Brad?’

‘Of course.’

‘But how? What – is he just hornier than the other guys?’

‘Shit, Jay. They’ve got them drugged. They’ve given them pain blockers and who knows what else. Pleasure shit. They’ve given them some sort of aphrodisiac – or they’ve given it to one, or a couple of them. Look at the guys who have hard-ons through half the show. You think that’s natural?’

Jason shrugged. He had a hard-on through every show. He tried to cover with his hand as Garth turned to look at it. It was fucking enormous.

‘Yeah,’ Garth said, nodding his head at it. ‘But you’re a horny bastard anyway – and you’re not there. If you were there, the fear might get the better of you. Unless, of course, they gave you something.’

Jason started nodding his head. He could see what Garth meant. Brad was about to come. It’d only been a minute or so but the guy had stood up and was moving around the circle, pointing his dick at the other guys. He had to choose one of them, and come over his face while the guy tried to concentrate on getting his own load out.

There was this one guy. He looked too young to be on the show. If Jason had seen him in the street he would have guessed the guy was sixteen at the most. His name was Tom. Tom wasn’t big in any way but he had a well-proportioned body, sandy hair, dark eyes, and a really cute smile.

Jason watched Brad. He knew Brad would choose Tom. The poor guy didn’t look like he had a load in him. Brad stepped forward and straddled Tom’s legs, pulling himself furiously. Suddenly he slowed and crouched; and Jason watched as Brad’s huge load jetted into Tom’s face.

The poor guy didn’t know what had hit him. He lost concentration because some of the come had hit him in the lips and gone into his mouth.

You could choose your opponent like this, if you were the first to come – put a guy off and destroy his chances.

One of the other guys stood up and stepped over to Tom. He didn’t have to choose the guy but it was the way things usually worked. Once a guy had copped a load the other guys usually picked on him as well. Jason’s dick started to jerk in his pants as he watched the guy move over to Tom and stand beside him, angling his dick at the side of the poor guy’s face. The guy slowed his hand; and there was a moment of tension before he sprouted his line of jism. It hit Tom in the side of his head. Some of it got him in the ear and some went into his eye.

Tom went red in the face and frowned, trying to concentrate, blinking the stuff out of his eye and shaking his head, trying to get it out of ear. He only had one chance left. He had to beat the guy on his right or he was done for.

Meanwhile, Brad hadn’t moved. He had taken a step backwards but was still standing in front of Tom with his hands on his hips when suddenly, unexpectedly, he blew a second load. He was obviously surprised at this and watched in disbelief as the load jetted out and hit Tom in the forehead.

‘There!’ Garth said. ‘You see that? He came again. You don’t come twice like that. They’ve got him on something.’

In a minute or so the other guy, the guy on Tom’s right, stumbled to his feet. He had no one left to choose but Tom. Brad stepped out of the way while the guy crouched low in front of Tom, spurting squarely over his face from a range of an inch or so.

Tom had so much jism on his face that he could hardly see or breath. It was dripping from his nose and chin. It was stuck in the corners of his lips. It was sticking his eyes together and hanging in beads from his hair. He was beat. There was no hope now. He took his hand off his dick and, now that the pressure was over and he didn’t have to try, he came into his lap, pathetically. A little burst of cream.

Andy and Sam came over and consoled the poor guy, patting him on the back and talking to him sweetly. They wiped his face with a wet cloth while Larry came over to interview Brad.

‘So, Brad. Have you thought about it?’ he said. ‘What’s your approach this time?’

Brad had already finished a few guys. He had chosen his method twice. He could come up with anything – even if it wasn’t something the show had done before. They encouraged creativity. Most guys went with some pretty stock and standard things but Jason liked it best when a guy came up with something new. He wanted to see what Brad would do. He hoped it would be good.

‘I’d like to try something different,’ Brad said.

Jason held his breath. He could feel his dick jerking in his jeans, straining at the fabric.

‘Sure, Brad. Anything you like. What do you need?’

Tom was still on the ground. He was sitting behind Brad and Larry. Andy and Sam were trying to help him up; but Tom stopped for a moment, half-crouched, listening to the conversation. He looked up at Brad, obviously worried, suddenly frozen.

Brad saw him there and smiled down at Tom sweetly. He looked him in the eyes while he spoke to the host. ‘I’d like a large padlock, a piece of wire, a bench with a vice and – an angle grinder.’

Tom closed his eyes and stumbled. He fell backwards in a faint and would’ve hit his head if Andy and Sam hadn’t managed to catch him.

When the ads came on Jason had to go to the bathroom because he had come in his pants without realizing how that could happen.