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Nathan had no concept of how to keep his mouth shut when he saw that he had bragging rights. The Eagles lost and he got to gloat. Right? He stood in the locker room in his jockstrap and jersey, no pads. He didn't really need any. He was the lowest end of the third string. He had serious muscle on his body, but lacked anything like commitment. Politics suited him, but if he screwed that up, he could sell cars. The Bricklayers, the team for the Community College didn't need a parasite like him. Cameron looked in his smirking face and suppressed the urge to break his nose right there. He placed some severe control on his own actions. Busting parts off of smaller guys was right out.

Cameron weighed just over 275 pounds at 6'4", and was all lean muscle. His arms hung at his sides thickly. His taped fingers were covered in blood, someone's, but he really didn't know who. Sweat plastered his buzz-cut hair flat to his head. His brown eyes bored into Nathan. He worked hard at not being the big scary guy off the field, but little Nathan was pushing it. The four of them were the last ones left in the locker room. The rest of the team split quickly after Coach screamed flames at them. The locker room situation didn't help either. The provost's plan to improve the field house and the field facilities for both the University and the satellite community college left all home games with the two opposing teams sharing the same locker room in spite of protests from coaches. This game, the yearly game between the community college and the University was bitter and closely fought with the University losing, upset by the C-C.

"You guys...I bet you'd look a lot better if you won," Nathan laughed mockingly. Cameron shook his head. He figured this guy was suicidal. Dave wasn't patient enough to wait for Nathan to kill himself in some other way and decided to naturally select the moron himself.

In a flash, his meaty fingers sunk into Nathan's pristine, third string jersey. He cocked back a punch. **Smack!** It landed hard on the outstretched palm of Cameron's right hand, intercepted, inches from Nathan's face.

"Forget it," Cameron said to Dave, quietly, intensely holding Dave off. "He's a wimp."

Dave was breathing hard, forcing rage from his eyes. "Yeah," he released the trembling Nathan. Cameron would've dismissed the whole thing to asshole dynamics if he hadn't seen the erection Nathan was sporting during the confrontation. No mistake. He was stiff waiting for Dave to plow him. It explained everything.

Nathan was vitriolic when Cameron broke them up. He mocked them and swore at them and even made fake rushed toward them like he was going to attack. This was absurd, of course. They were huge and covered in gear. Nathan needed a gun to bring down one of these guys. They stared at Nathan like a British diplomat viewing a strange and distant culture showing off their butt-fuck the goat dance of welcome. Cameron laughed at where his mind just went, still staring at Nathan.

Of course, Cameron thought, I took his thrill away. And he paid for it. It was his.

Why? The only reason Nathan would do this is he knew about us, Cameron concluded. His next act would probably be even more desperate and brazen. Nathan worked himself into hysterical laughter and ran from the locker room. Cameron noticed he was alone marveling at the spectacle. Dave was stripped to skin and Frank was already in the shower.

"Guys, we gotta talk," Cameron quietly said in the shower. Frank, barely aware anything was happening, his scruffy face buried in the showerhead. He turned his head and mumbled, "Bout?"

"Our place," Cameron's voice was serious. Frank snapped awake, sharp attention. His steel blue eyes fixed on Cameron.

"Right," he said calmly.

***

"So you think Nathan knows?" Frank asked starting the conversation. Absent mindedly, he stretched his huge body while sitting in the recliner of Cameron's apartment. He reached for the ceiling revealing a rippling torso of monstrous muscle through his t-shirt. "So what? Who would believe him?"

"No one would believe him," Cameron said, marveling at his buddy's powerful body. "Unless he had pictures or some other evidence."

"Kill'im," Dave said calmly. "He's slime." Cameron shifted over to the couch Dave was sitting on. He slowly slipped his 18" arm behind Dave's head. He hugged his head to his 54" chest. Dave finally getting playful after that crappy game rubbed his face in Cameron's wide chest. Cameron kneaded the thick muscle surrounding Dave's neck. Dave closed his eyes and his head rocked back, completely giving control to Cameron. He suddenly clutched Cameron's face to his and kissed him deeply. "Dave," Cameron said, coming up for air. "You can't kill people. That's bad."

"Spank me!" he said with his signature whiplash smile.

"Hey, that's my job," Frank said. He slid up to Cameron's other side and flopped on the couch with his other two buds. The three massive linemen held each other in their arms, legs draped over thick legs. Their mutual embrace lifted all the fears of the world.

"We need to find out his next move," Frank said. "Bricklayer's center-man," Cameron said. "He says Nathan's staring at him all the time. He doesn't know where to put his eyes."

"Could be very curious about men." Dave said. "He knows a guy in my American history class. His name is Craig Brand. He tutors Geometry."

"You need to get some tutoring from Brand. Dave, do what you can to find out what he's up to. We'll have to do whatever's necessary to stop him. I just got this feeling he's going to do something public and totally without manners." Cameron said, playing with Frank's ear as he laid his head in Cameron's lap. "Whatever's necessary," said Dave.

Frank turned on the television. ESPN2; The World's Strongest Man competition happened to be on. An unbelievably huge Swede was carrying the back end of a car, dragging the whole car across a parking lot.

"Nice..." Dave said. "Serious muscle on that dude." Cameron squeezed Dave’s head between his forearm and bulging bicep. Dave didn't miss a beat and slipped his arms around Cameron's torso, squeezing hard. "Oooohhhggh!!" The air came out of Cameron as his ribs bent under the pressure of those massive arms. They fell off the couch on top of Frank. Cameron's powerful quads slipped around Frank locking him into a tight body scissors. Cameron's arms never slipped off Dave's head, pumping the pressure even harder as Dave squeezed him back.

Frank cut to the heart of the matter and grabbed Dave by the belt of his jeans pulling his torso closer, still trapped between Cameron's legs. He chewed on Dave's pulsing cock through the blue jeans. Dave roared at the sensation. A change fell over the struggles, deadly pressure became gentle touching. Frank was the first released and out of his clothes. He stripped Cameron. Dave schucked his shirt off revealing his muscular torso. He flexed his huge pecs.

From under the couch, Frank produced their stashed condoms. He was covered and slick before Cameron knew what was happening. Frank lifted Cameron by his thighs and pressed his cock near his ass. Cameron's eye's lit up. "Okay troublemaker," Frank said. "I'm gonna fuck your lights out." With that he drove into Cameron. Frank's head was suddenly surrounded in powerful arms and a massive chest Cameron held on like that as he felt him man fill him with his powerful thrusts.

From behind, Dave held onto Frank pressing his face into the nape of Frank's neck. Dave worshipped Frank's rippling body, tasting his arms and lats and thighs. Frank was soaring with pleasure inside Cameron. Dave grabbed Frank's huge bicep and squeezed hard. "Love that muscle man..." he said. Dave switched and grabbed Cameron's right foot and sucked on his big toe. A squeal pealed the room. "Oh you bas...tard...not the feet...oh man...oh!" Dave chewed on Cameron's instep and robbed him of speech once again.

Frank was bathed in sweat, his eyes closed, "Here...it...comes" Then he roared as he came. He sat back on his haunches hauling Cameron's huge body up with him; arms wrapped his torso holding Cameron tightly onto his cock. Frank worked his legs out from under himself and flopped on his back. Dave was suiting Cameron's cock with a condom. Cameron disentangled himself from Frank and turned to Frank. "Now for the feet you bastard!" Dave turned to scurry away but Cameron caught him and threw himself on top of his back. He surrounded Dave's legs with his while sinking in a full nelson on him. Cameron's hard cock drove into Dave as they both roared in ecstasy.

Knowing that Dave was a durable man, he rammed his cock into him repeatedly, letting his tight controls go. He sunk his teeth deep into the muscle of Dave's traps. He was so tough; his bite barely left a mark. But Dave pushed back into Cameron's thrusts, clamping his tool tightly.

Cameron came with a howling wail and collapsed onto Dave's back. Frank curled up next to them. Dave luxuriated in the double embraces of Frank & Cameron. They fell asleep.

**********

Nathan rolled the tape back 37 seconds and programmed the machine to loop. The scene of Rantor the Jungle Savage from Mars getting enfolded in the coils of a great constrictor snake replayed. It was a cartoon from the 1970s. Rantor was well drawn and his muscular body writhed and his face contorted with his exertion. The snake wrapped his muscular body head to toe and a muscular pulse flowed through the sinuous body of the constrictor, grinding the savage's ribs together. He groaned in pain and called for help from his Savage Companions. It was amazingly good animation for the 1970s. They cut to a tight shot of the coils of the snake pulsing tighter around Rantor's fabulous abdominal muscles.

The tape automatically shuttled back to the start of the scene and replayed. Nathan had his cock out and stroked it, his hand coated in Vaseline. He watched the beautiful face of the muscular savage as he struggled. "Ohhh, he's got you now... you're gettin squeezed!"

He clicked on his second VCR and television. He started that one and looked at a picture of Cameron stretching after practice. He was shirtless, dressed only in his uniform shorts. He sat and reached for his feet, bending that huge bulk effortlessly. His pecs touched his knees in the stretch revealing his impressive lats. Cameron then laid back and racked off twenty crunches very slowly. Nathan turned on the sound. "You need to execute crunches slowly, raising your shoulders up from the floor about an inch, then slowly crunch forward." Cameron's abs leapt up tight under his alabaster skin.

Nathan groaned in pleasure. "Oh man, you need a snake to squeeze you hard..." he muttered to himself, getting off on his combined fantasy. He pictured a snake like one wrapping around Rantor draped over Cameron. His prick throbbed in anticipation. In his mind's eye, Cameron was doing his crunches real slow with his eyes closed, unaware of the emerald reptile slowly moving around him. It started its attack when it has placed itself in a circle around him.

As Cameron crunched his abs tightly, he was just barely aware of a light touch on his leg and snapped his eyes open. He tried to scramble back from the huge serpent with a crab walk. But as he backed away from part of the huge snake, he backed right into another part that was behind him. Trapped! His smooth muscular body was quickly surrounded in lapping coils, threatening to tighten on him and squeeze.

Cameron's face was intense, committed to defeating the serpent in Nathan's fantasy. He thrashed mightily, twisting hard to get free of the python’s muscular coils. The snake had wrapped itself around his thighs and was creeping up his abdomen. Holding the python's head away from him with one hand, he used his powerful right arm to slide the coils off his waist. He couldn't free himself, but the constricting embrace was held at a stalemate, not yet wrapped around his torso. The snake circled Cameron's legs to free a length of it body just below its head. It had enough slack to throw a looping coil around his head and neck. The thick coil threatened to smother him as it covered most of his face. Cameron was forced to use both hands to keep his airway open. He pulled the coiling python from his face and took in a deep breath over the shining coils. The snake calculated the move perfectly making Cameron's hands busy and proceeded to surround Cameron's torso with it's muscular coils. Like it had a sinister intelligence, the snake rested a moment after Cameron's waist was surrounded in its coils. Cameron struggled to pull the python from his body. He tightened his stomach muscles ready for the squeeze to really start. Nathan imagined what his hard stomach felt like as cool scales and muscled coils surrounded him in spite of all his struggles. The python enfolded Cameron with even more coils. He could move less and less of his body. His legs were pressed together and no longer visible in the serpent's embrace.

Cameron's head kicked back and he groaned through gritted teeth, cords of muscle standing out in his neck. The coils had wrapped his chest and now looped over his arms and shoulders. Cameron was amazed at how big this snake was. Seeing a big snake lying on the ground suddenly seemed very different compared to that snake wrapped around your own body trying to squeeze the life out of you. Cameron knew his strength and guessed a smaller man would've been unconscious by now. A surge of muscular contraction ran the length of the serpent's body squeezing Cameron hard for the first time. He puffed hard to keep breathing but his red face let on that he was losing.

He didn't dare let go of the head all this time. He squeezed back with his powerful hands but barely dented its muscular flesh. The snake squeezed! And squeezed! SQUEEZE! This time Cameron's breath stopped entirely for several moments. He flexed hard to resist the tide of pressure closing in on his muscular body from all sides. He took a couple short breaths. The python repositioned itself slightly and it's muscular body surged again. The pressure on his ribcage was incredible. Cameron pressed his eyes shut, his whole body trembling in his effort to hold off against the constriction. He was getting tired and the sweat from his effort made the snake feel cold and moist. He exhaled and tried for a breath and got none. Then he panicked.

Cameron thrashed uncontrollably but he was out of breath. The snake in Nathan's mind crushed Cameron without mercy. Just then Nathan thought it would be cool and powerful to confront Cameron here.

He imagined himself walking into the gym standing over Cameron just then. Cameron stammered in relief that there was someone else there to help him. "P...p..p.. please get it...off....me..." he said in gasped.

"Kinda hurts, huh?" Nathan said to him in a smile, a cue for the begging to begin.

"Please, Nate. I'll do anything for you...please get it off...me." A quiet groan was then crushed from Cameron's chest in Nathan's mind and he fell silent. Like unrolling wire from a spool, Nathan grabbed the snake and unwound it from Cameron's body. Being a fantasy, the snake slithered away as soon as it was disentangled from Cameron's massive body. Cameron was grateful and shook in his exhaustion. He collapsed into Nathan's arms. In Nathan's mind, he could feel the heat of his exhausted muscles, him clutching for someone to hold on to, to take away the fear of dying. Nathan relished his fantasy, Rantor had played and replayed his struggle in the coils of the jungle snake and Cameron's tape had run out, showing the screen. Nathan didn't need it anymore. He had his vision of Cameron powerless in his mind and it made him hot. He pounded his meat and came in a gush.

He blinked his eyes and decided that he would really like to see him crushed like that by anyone, he didn't care who, just as long as he was huge. It came to him, he knew just who could do it.

Then he had a plan.

A hard pounding at the door intruded on his thought. Nathan quickly toweled off and shut down his machines. The picture of Cameron faded off the screen but stayed crisp in Nathan's mind. He quickly decided the plan was simple and decided to make it go. He quickly left his room and looked through the peep in his door. It was Craig, his geometry tutor. He had a worried look on his face.

"Craig, what's up?" Nathan said as he opened the door.

"Get in," Craig said as he pushed his way into the apartment. He shucked his letter jacket and carefully set his backpack on one of Nathan's bookcases. "You little shit!" he started. Nathan went pale. "You are so close to being found out by everyone. Dave from the Eagles, he was asking about your filming projects."

"What did you tell him?" Nathan was scared.

"I told him you were just doing stuff for the Community College," Craig was calmer a bit. He flopped himself on Nathan's couch across the room. "I think he believes me, but he was asking a lot of questions about what kind-of stuff."

"That whole team will kill me if they find out," Nathan said. Craig raised a curious eyebrow.

"You've got some nice flicks," Craig said. "I've enjoyed them too. I see you understand how much you need me," Craig said with a wicked gleam in his eye. He walked up to Nathan and touched his chest. Nathan felt the stiff bulge in Craig's sweat pants. "Show me how much you understand you need me," he said rubbing his cock into him. The aura of shaving lotion mingled with the sweat that remained in Craig's clothes was enough to spin Nathan's head. Even after relieving himself with his fantasy of Cameron, he found he still wanted this tall track star as well.

Craig's rough bristle on his chin touched Nathan's face. "Show me," he insistently whispered. "Yes sir," Nathan purred, happy to oblige. He thought of how lucky he was. He pleased his powerful jock-tutor to keep the secrets of his videotapes. He was going to reward Craig even further. He's showed him his tape of Cameron's naked body crushed in the arms of a monster--cake and the ability to eat it too. Lucky man.

*****

Dave pulled out his key to Cameron's apartment. He really called this home though. Cameron's name was on the apartment lease, but they shared the expenses and pleasures it brought. It was where they found each other. It meant a lot to him.

He was alone. Cameron must be at the gym or the library, he thought. No sounds in the building but the neighbor downstairs. He could smell his men. It wasn't an unpleasant smell, but it permeated the whole apartment. He only managed to really tune to the smell when he first arrived. But after spending a couple hours there, the scent would Even if he weren't involved with his teammates, he could tell men wrestled here. He came into the apartment to see the light on the answering machine. He hit the button. They all got messages when they were there. "BEEP!! Dave, this is Craig. Just saw Nathan. Confirmed. Even more, he must have another project in plan. Nature unknown. Later. BEEP!"

Dave nodded his head and smiled.

*****

Nathan knew why Kirk was barred from playing with the Eagles. He transferred in from Nebraska. Kirk loved mashing guys, squeezing the crap out of them and then breaking them into pieces. When he was feeling jovial, he'd start bear hug contests among the linemen. His last school lost a quarterback for ten games because he needed to mend some broken ribs. He and Kirk played a game he called, "Alcatraz." He'd start the game with a smile and say, "Bet'ya can't get out." Such aggression was usually a good baseline for building a defensive lineman, but he wouldn't work with the coaches. He said he hated fags and was always starting a fight because people were touching him. Seeing the showers weren't big enough to have a 315-pound meat man walk in without touching anyone, he would invariably be at the center of a fight in the showers.

"He said what?" He asked Nathan as the request slowly sunk in.

"I don't know why he'd say such a thing," Nathan said trying to pry Kirk's fingers from the collar of his sweatshirt. "He said you have a nice butt.... and if he ever saw you in the locker room, he'd break out of Alcatraz and then show you a thing or two. Jeez he kept sayin’ that to the whole team too."

“Where is he?" Kirk rumbled.

"Um...I guess he's in the team gym," Nathan stammered.

Kirk released him and stomped out of the bar...Nathan smiled. He slowly followed making sure his remote equipment was ready.

****

Frank broke the doorknob off in his hand. It was sloppy work but he knew Nathan would already be suspicious. Considering the window to the apartment was rigged to shock anyone coming in, he figured he was expected. Frank laughed off the annoying little zap. It had to be much stronger than that to hurt him. He knew this was the room in the apartment that stored most of Nathan's tapes, or so Craig said.

Nathan had monitors all over his room. Frank let out a low whistle as he got a look at his technical equipment. He had three VCRs, a video editor and a bunch of stuff he didn't even recognize. There was a metal cabinet across the room that had a heavy padlock on it. "There you are," he said under his breath. It was as if the cabinet said, "Don't take my naughty tapes."

The lock was solid, but the metal loops it played through were cheap base metal. Frank grabbed the lock with his right hand. Cords of muscle stood out in his forearm. With a turn of his wrist, the loops sheared apart and the lock came free in his hand. "Cheap shit locker..." The door opened revealing shelves of tapes, individually marked. "Jeez, this will take forever." Each tape was labeled. He found almost every athlete in the AA league mentioned on some label or another. He found what he was looking for...Dave, Frank and Cameron: Eagles Victory Celebration Fall 98. Even more. Cameron: Proper Workout Form, crunches. Cameron: You can do 1000 push-ups. Frank: Watching Gymnastics Meet. "This punk is gonna die..." Frank said under his breath. Frank discovered Nathan had watched and taped nearly every aspect of his life with his buddies. Dave and Cameron: Haircuts...Frank and Dave: Tackle Drills...Frank Dave and Cameron: Drinking at the Point. Then one that chilled him. Crosscuts: Cameron Crushed to Submission.

He walked to the nearest VCR and popped the tape in. Cameron was doing push-ups with no shirt on. Sweat beaded on his muscular body. He hammered off one after another. Then the scene switched to footage shot in the Amazon. Frenetic camera movements resolved on a man wrapped from thigh to shoulder by an anaconda. It flowed around him rapidly trapping his limbs in spite of his violent struggles. It constricted him with unrelenting pressure, his face reddened.

Then another cut to Cameron doing sit ups, flexing hard at the top of each repetition. Then another cut to a sex-wrestling video of a huge oiled bodybuilder bear hugging a ripped and muscular man, smaller than the bodybuilder, but sharply defined. He was trapped in a pair of massive 22" arms, writhing in torment. The camera cut to Cameron showering in the locker room, washing his hair, water cascading over his ripped and massive torso.

Then an ominous edit tag, black on white, "Insert Cameron Crushed here." The picture went to white fuzz. Frank took a deep breath, swallowing his rage for the moment. He never suspected Nathan able to try to have anyone of his men harmed, let alone be brazen enough to tape it. Cameron was right; his next move would be brazen. He had to finish his job then get some warning to Cameron. He couldn't carry all the tapes out of there. He looked around the room for a solution. What would MacGuyver do here?

There! Two pieces of equipment he knew. He picked it up and tested the button. It was like an iron and it made a harsh buzzing noise when he struck the button. He tested it over Nathan's desk. Zap! All the paper clips snapped off the desk onto the iron. It was an electromagnetic tape eraser. He knew a tape would be erased completely in a couple seconds under one of these. Lucky him, there were two. He placed one on the side of the cabinet and duct-taped the button down. It magnetically stuck hard and the whole cabinet vibrated and echoed like an empty drum. He placed the second one on the other side of the cabinet. He got a handful of paper clips and scattered them inside the cabinet. They danced and stood up straight. It was a sufficient magnetic field to blank the whole cabinet in a matter of minutes. By morning, the tapes would be useless. Just to be sure, he grabbed all the cassettes that had labels about him and his men, taped them together, and carried them out. He hopped out of the window he came in and headed for their apartment.

*****

Nathan was up to something. It wasn't that he was skulking around the team gym. The community college team was given access to their facilities while the college remodeled. It was not strange to see him there. He put a medium stack on the bench machine, cranked off a few half-hearted reps, and then left. It was a shallow attempt to look like he belonged there. Cameron finished his free weight bench sets and looked to see Nathan was gone. He knew he needed to keep an eye open to see what Nathan was up to. It was playing games with his concentration. He was trying to push the limits on his bench press. When he was finished, he had a good burn going and his arms felt huge and limp. It was good work, but he missed watching Nathan and that annoyed him.

He stripped off his soaked T-shirt and wiped the sweat out of his eyes. The mirror was his friend. He liked how he looked and flexed a moment. His smooth body glistened in the bright lights. He flexed his chest muscles and watched them hop to attention in the mirror. He looked down the dark hallway that led to the showers. He thought he heard something there, but no one was there.

He turned back to the mirror and shot his meanest Most-Muscular pose--arms, shoulders, chest, abdominals, all of them leapt to angry striated power. Cameron roared as he finished the pose. As always, he broke into laughter. He really couldn't take that look seriously. He relaxed and let the pose drop, still laughing.

He walked down the hall to the locker room. Just as he pushed the door open, a huge hand grabbed him by the face and hauled him inside and hurled him to the floor. He skidded across the open floor and fell against the steel and wood bench between the lockers. All Cameron could think was this guy is strong and really pissed. "Hey Faggot!!" Kirk roared at Cameron. He reached for the light switch and dimmed the lights by half making dark shadows in the corners of the room. He slowly walked over to where Cameron landed. Cameron tried clumsily to get on his feet. Kirk's huge hand closed on Cameron's throat. Cameron was hauled to a standing position. "I hear you want to play Alcatraz 'cause I have a cute butt!"

"I don't know.... what you're talking...about" Cameron said through Kirk's choke. Cameron was sure he could break out of Kirk's hold but didn't want to start a fight unless he had to.

"Not what I hear," he said. "Nate from the C-C said you want to show me your stuff." Cameron peeled Kirk's hand off his neck, pinky first and shoved his big arm away.

"You listened to that worm?" he croaked. "Man, you're not that stupid! Tell me you're not that stupid!"

Kirk was not in an arguing mood. He barreled into Cameron driving him over the bench again and onto his back. They both tumbled to the floor. Cameron's head hit the concrete tile floor and he saw stars. He tried pushing Kirk off him, but his arms were still too rubbery from his workout.

A massive knee landed in Cameron's groin wrenching a growling yell from his throat. Kirk's huge fists pounded Cameron in the face. Dazed, in pain, Cameron rolled toward the floor reflexively to guard his face. Kirk let him roll, straddling his back. He grabbed Cameron by the lats and dug his fingers in deep. Cameron roared in pain as he felt Kirk try to rip the muscle off his back. He felt himself hauled to his feet from that hold. Cameron snapped his elbow back connecting with Kirk's face. The big ape let him go. Cameron spun facing him to see him holding his nose. "I see," Kirk said. "You do want a fight, little man."

"You are such an asshole, Kirk." Cameron sneered. He threw a right hook at Kirk's face. Kirk's head snapped to the side, but he just looked more determined. Cameron's chest trembled, still pushed to the limit from his workout.

"Let's play Alcatraz," Kirk said with a smile. Cameron only ever heard about this game, and he heard it hurts. His punches were pushed aside as he was backed into the lockers. A huge fist landed on his nose and his eyes watered. Another landed right over his right ear. His whole head was ringing and his body quivered with exhaustion. If Nathan set this up, Cameron thought, his timing was perfect. He really doubted if he could defend himself any more.

Dazed he slumped against the lockers. He heard a tearing sound as Kirk ripped the shirt off his own body revealing a burly furry mass of muscle. His arms were huge and his chest flexed and pumped with his every move. His arms, huge mounds of muscle, great round shoulders, and pectorals like steaks, he moved in a blur ready to cover Cameron. Cameron just had one moment to think how much fun Kirk could be if he weren't so set on killing him. "Bet'cha can't get out," Kirk said with a smile. Kirk slipped his arms around Cameron's body pulling him close to his chest. Cameron struggled to escape but the hold closed on him. He felt himself surrounded by muscle warm as a furnace and hard as stone. His chest slapped against Kirks with a thump! Cameron flexed, ready for the worst.

His right arm was trapped at his side but his left arm was free. He pushed at Kirk's face. Kirk lifted him from the floor effortlessly.

"Here's the fun part, faggot," Kirk rumbled. Kirk's massive arms constricted his ribcage and Cameron groaned in agony. His hand went numb as Kirk crushed his elbow into his side. Cameron fought for a breath. He could smell the thrill Kirk got from watching him helpless, much like a man during sex. It smelled like Dave. Even in his agony, he was instantly turned on, feeling himself getting hard.

"You like it? I'm only giving you a small taste of me, I could really crush you!" Kirk bragged, whispering in Cameron's ear. "Fuck you, Kirk!" Cameron spat. "Fuck you, BUG!" Kirk shouted back. He squeezed hard! All the breath came out of Cameron in one groaning yell. Cameron's face was red, and he trembled at the flexing exertion he had to make to hold off Kirk's squeeze. Kirk's arms flexed hard.

The squeezing hold suddenly doubled in pressure and Cameron realized he couldn't even breathe. He had never been squeezed that hard in his life. He thrashed uncontrollably, frantic to find a way out of the crushing pressure of Kirk's arms.

Just as suddenly as it came, the pressure loosened. He was still held in the air, but his ribs weren't broken. He sucked in a desperate breath. "Now, I don't have to hospitalize you," Kirk whispered. He moved a quarter turn. "You need to play along like you're getting hurt. We're being watched. Dave said so."

Dave? Cameron was real curious now. He was sure that if he had to undergo any more acting lessons from Kirk, he'd really be hurt. He opened his eyes and saw Frank standing in the shadows with a finger across his lips begging him to silence. "Ready?" Kirk asked in a voice surprisingly gentle.

"Yeah," Cameron whispered back. Kirk faked a squeezing flex, actually just jerking Cameron up and down. Cameron howled for their watcher. His ribs still hurt where Kirk squeezed, so yelling in pain was easy.

"Good, now I want you to pretend you busted a rib or I'll really bust one for you," Kirk threatened.

Kirk took a deep breath. "Go for it..." Kirk growled and pressed his chin into Cameron's torso shaking his arms like he were mixing paint. Cameron made it good, kicking his head back, howling and holding his side with his left hand.

"Coming down..." Kirk whispered just before he released the hold completely. Cameron didn't have to fake being dropped like a bag of flour. He landed hard on his butt and flopped onto his back, still faking his rib injury. He lay on the floor and sobbed through gritting teeth.

Kirk leaned over him and shouted, "Faggot! If I ever catch you trying to make a fool of me, I'll crush you! If I catch anyone trying to make a fool of me, I'll kill 'im!"

Cameron just lay there. Kirk stormed out of the room. Hugging the wall, Frank motioned Cameron to follow. It was hard getting off the floor. Cameron managed and stumbled to the door. Outside was Dave, Frank, and Kirk, all smiling.

Cameron stared at them, unimpressed. "Okay," he said, still breathing hard. "What the FUCK is going on?"

"Nathan," Dave said.

Right. Cameron just shook his head.

*****

Nathan waited 'till 4 a.m. before using his passkey at the Gym. He had to retrieve his camera. He couldn't wait until he got enough money from his Uncle to buy the new radio signal cameras. Then, he could just abandon the camera in a sticky situation.

The lights were out and the place echoed with every noise. He moved quietly to the locker room and opened the door. The compressor hissed loudly. The only light in the room came from the showers, casting grey long shadows. He went in and proceeded to his camera, in position on top of one of the pipes in the corner of the room. He stood on the bench in the corner to get it.

Once on the floor, he couldn't wait. He looked in the viewfinder and switched the unit to "monitor." He rolled the tape back to the time reference he thought Kirk should've caught up to Cameron. He really had no idea if they even crossed paths. If they did, it would be here. Then he saw it, Cameron wrapped in Kirk's rib-cracking bear hug. There was no sound on this playback, but he could see the agony etched on Cameron's face. Cameron looked strangely small in the huge arms of Kirk. There was a tense war of muscle flexing against muscle. Nathan could tell he was salivating when he saw Cameron's eyes press closed in his effort to combat the crushing pressure on him. Then a furious shake, oh my god, he broke his ribs! Cameron's got broken ribs! "Oh man...he broke him." Nathan thought he was going to shoot his load right there.

A huge hand grabbed the video camera and tore it from Nathan's grasp. He looked up to see the unhappy face of Kirk.

"Hey man! You catch him?" Nathan asked in conspiratorial tones. Only too late did Nathan notice Kirk wearing an Eagles’ jersey. He knew Cameron. Even if Kirk broke all his bones, no enemy would be allowed to wear an Eagles jersey. They must now be friends, somehow.

His suspicions were confirmed as Kirk's hand closed on his throat. "You're a worm Nathan." On that cue, the lights came on. Dave and Frank walked up. They were dressed in Eagles sweatshirts and lifting shorts. They filled the sweatshirts like no other pair of guys. They were not smiling. Cameron walked up. He still had only his lifting shorts on, shirtless, revealing his smooth, massive torso. His body was bruised and a black swelling lifted around his left eye. He wasn't smiling either. "I know why you wanted Dave to smash your face in," Cameron said.

"Um, hi guys..." Nathan squeaked.

"You really wanted him to crush you badly. On tape. I'm not stopping him now." Cameron said with serious gravity. Dave walked up, while Kirk held him and slammed his fist into Nathan's stomach. He was surprisingly hard bodied and only made a short grunt. Dave hit him again, harder. Nathan groaned loudly. He ripped the Bricklayer T-shirt off Nathan. Cameron regretted such a nice looking guy being such an asshole. Cameron remembered his coach tell, "Good looks never measure a man." He saw the truth in those words. Dave stepped back on Cameron's hand signal. "You leave us with a curious dilemma," Cameron said. "Most of us," he said with a cross glance up at Kirk. "Have reservations about beating on a smaller guy. But your deep invasion into our private lives leaves us few authorities to take you to. And you MUST be punished."

The camera hit the floor and Kirk's big boot slowly stepped on it. Grinding and breaking parts echoed through the otherwise quiet locker room. "Okay guys..." Nathan stammered. "Keep the tape."

"What about the other tapes?" Cameron asked.

"What other tapes? Come on!" He tried to lie out of it.

Frank lost his patience and punched Nathan full hard in the face. Kirk let go and Nathan hit the floor. Frank was furious and let the punk know with the point of his shoe in his ribs. Nathan wailed piteously.

Cameron put a gentle restraining hand on Frank's arm. "Frank.... I think he's convinced we know about the other tapes."

"Fuck what he knows! I want to hurt him!" Frank was red faced and shaking. "Guys like him keep going through life thinking there's no consequences! He'll just walk away and his uncle will payroll his fuck-ups forever!"

Cameron looked at Frank calmly. "Yes Frank, there are consequences. Are you one of the men that know that?"

"Yeah!" he said hotly. Nathan just meekly watched the power exchange knowing Cameron's argument would decide if he would be hurt or not.

"Then act like it," Cameron said quietly. "You don't need to act like him."

"What are you going to do? Spank him and send him on his way?"

Cameron smiled. "No, I'm going to leave him to you guys."

"I don't get it!" Frank said. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm sending his uncle a package," Cameron said quietly.

"What are you sending?" Nathan asked, sounding truly scared for the first time.

"Just a little video Craig gave me," Cameron said. "It's spicy! He learned the trick from you--camera in the backpack. Lights, camera, action--spicy action, I'm told. I wonder if your Uncle knows you suck cock so well. He may be interested. He may be disaffected. We'll have to see."

"Why do you use those big-fuckin words?" Frank asked.

"They scare Nathan," Cameron said with a smile.

"Ooooo, they do?" asked Kirk. "Dis-affected." He repeated in Nathan's face.

Nathan pushed Kirk away, "What a minute!" He shouted. All four looked at their prisoner with renewed curiosity. "Prove it! You have no such tape. It never happened!"

"Whatever you say, dude," Cameron said. "If you're feeling lucky, doubt me."

"Okay, okay.... what do you want?" Nathan said, nearly screaming. He shook in anguish.

"I want you to suffer." Cameron said. "Awww come on!!" Nathan screamed. "I'll give you all the tapes!"

"They're destroyed," Frank said evenly. Nathan gaped. "Except the ones of Kirk."

Kirk saw red. "You taped me?" he said in his more dangerous tone. "Doing what?"

"I n..n..never taped you!" Nathan shrieked.

"I think I'm tired of being used by you," Kirk said. "My turn." He grabbed Nathan by the hair and punched him in the face twice. Nathan flailed ineffectively. Kirk pulled him in close. Those huge arms trapped Nathan's ribcage in Kirk's devastating bear hug. "No..." was all Nathan got out. Kirk squeezed hard. Nathan's eyes pressed out of his head and he made a choking, gurgling noise. He slapped at Kirk with both hands, never even annoying Kirk.

Nathan squirmed in Kirk's muscular embrace, his abs strong but not nearly like Cameron's. He quickly looked dizzy and gray.

"Drop him." Cameron ordered. Nathan hit the floor gasping. "Dave."

Dave quickly straddled Nathan's torso. He was wearing lycra shorts accentuating the muscle in his massive legs. He pulled Nathan's shoulders off the floor by his hair and rolled to the left, hauling his body between his legs. From bear hug to body-scissors, Nathan found himself surrounded in Dave's muscular vice. His legs crossed behind Nathan and Dave squeezed hard. "RRRRraaaagggh!" Nathan's breath was once again ground out of him. Dave flexed hard, bending Nathan's ribs. He looked worse than he did under Kirk's pressure-cooker.

Dave released him and pushed his head down into his crotch. He wrapped his legs around Nathan's head and clamped tight. His squeeze was relentless. Dave's thighs were so big, Nathan's face could barely be seen. He squeezed until Nathan pleaded for mercy.

"Fine," Dave said. He released Nathan's head and pulled his shorts down off his waist. "Suck it!" He ordered. Kirk laughed as Nathan happily took Dave's hard cock into his mouth. Dave pulled him off his dick and slapped him. "Figures, you're not qualified! Dave sat back and kicked Nathan away from him. “No talent at all." Kirk howled with laughter. Nathan gave them a black look.

Cameron picked Nathan off the floor and stood him up. He dusted off body as though he were wearing clothes. Nathan flinched, afraid Cameron was going to hit him. "You go away now," Cameron began. He roughly dusted Nathan's chest with a slap, just to watch him flinch. "You live a perfect life. No mistakes. Ever."

"Sure.... anything you say," Nathan stammered. He sounded grateful seeing the end of his punishment nearing.

"At some other school," Cameron added. "In some other State."

"What?" Nathan. "I can't leave here!"

"You can't stay," Cameron said. "I am being kind and merciful against my friends advice. Don't make me change my mind. It's easier to try to hide your corpse than it is to cover your blackmail."

"Fine...fine," Nathan said, convincing himself. "I'm gone. Can I have a day to pack."

"Noon," Cameron said coldly. "Be gone at noon or expect help."

"Right...fine," Nathan said. He squeezed his way past the massive men crowding him. His panicked footfalls could be heard drumming all the way out the building.

Cameron turned to his men after Nathan was sure to be gone. He suddenly looked gray and exhausted. He closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers through his stubbly hair. Without warning, he hauled back and slapped Kirk in the chest hard.

"What?" Kirk said with a hurt tone in his voice.

"Why?" Cameron asked, wearily. "Why did you take so long to tell me you were play acting?"

"I didn't want to."

"Shit man," he said holding his ribs. "That hurt..." Cameron sank to his knees, just bone weary. All three of them reached to catch him. He rested his face on Frank's chest.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, genuinely curious.

"Yeah," Cameron said. "What's with you and fags anyway?"

"I can't stand 'em!" Kurt said defensively. "I like men...can't stand fags."

"I know," Cameron managed a smile. "I could smell Dave all over you."

"Shit!" Kirk bellowed. Dave laughed and rolled on his back. "You knew?!" Dave rolled laughing uncontrollably.

"You don't actually believe you can suck any of my men and not have it on your breath! Tell me you're not that stupid!" Cameron said messing the huge man's hair.

"I can see why they love you," Kirk said, gently curling his arm around Cameron's head.

"Men?" Cameron asked.

"I vote yes," Frank said.

"Shit! He's awesome! I vote yes!" Dave said.

"You want to join?" Cameron said extending a hand in friendship.

"You're kidding?" Kirk said. "I'd be honored." He said with a resonant seriousness.

"Agreed?" Cameron asked the whole.

"AGREED!" They said.

*****

"I hope you know what you're doing,” Dave said as their float rolled past a throng of screaming and outraged Eagles fans. A group of students in black suits stood on the roadside holding a candle light vigil. They loudly prayed something about Mary. They has signs that read, "Jesus, save out city from fags!" and "God will defeat the Eagles!"

A crowd of girls, all dressed in tie-dye sundresses threw flowers at the guys. "We love your choice! We won't miss you!" Their shirts said, "Hippy Chicks in Love."

"This is the only way I can think of to make the Nathan’s of the world think twice," Cameron said.

"This has nothing to do with pride though," Dave said. "What we do with each other is our business. And look at these freaks!" He pointed in disgust at a gaggle of young men dressed as The Supremes. "Are they proud of this?"

"They are," Cameron calmly said. "But we're different than they are. We like men and play football. They like men, and pink chiffon."

"I don't like pink chiffon," Dave said, glumly.

"Fine," said Frank. "You can't walk in the Pink Chiffon Parade next week then. We're doing something different than they are. We're making a point that we're proud of. This move lets people know we can't be blackmailed. They're proving a point. White gloves can still be fashionable before 6 p.m." Frank said with a small smirk. "And they're proud of that," He finished with a wave of his arm. Dave smiled. Then chuckled. Took a deep breath and waved at people.

"I got no problem with it," Kirk said. "Just as long as they don't touch me...or Dave."

"Kirk, you're always looking for a fight," Frank said, slapping him in the arm. "This is not easy for everyone. If this were easy, we wouldn't have to do it." Frank grabbed Dave's hand and looked into his eyes.

"Calm down, you're both fine," Cameron said. "Besides, you're already here. This was your idea in the first place, Dave. Enjoy it! There's more here that love us than hate us. Look!" A crowd of big men with rainbow flags waved and cheered as the linemen passed. They had matching T-shirts, "Seahaven Weight Club." Kirk stood and showed him his double bicep pose. They went berserk, screaming and flexing back. Kirk nearly fell off their ride he was laughing so hard.

Cameron looked at his men. They were nervous but still together. The press coverage was quite heavy as well. They were courageous, Cameron thought. With luck, charm, and manners, they could make this a winner.

They stood on a long float before a white banner with black letters at the head of the parade. There were hundreds of students from the Tri-State area following behind, hand in hand. The banner said ‘PRIDE’.

****

(Seahaven, NY) Seahaven University in upstate New York had stunning news when four members of the Defensive Line of the Seahaven Eagles admitted to be homosexual and engaged in a group partnership. The four large men David Halmon, 24, Cameron Smith,25, Franklin Barton,24, and Kirk Mastenowski, 27, said they had been together for two years and had tolerated enough threats of blackmail and administration reprisals. They made their public announcement as part of the Seahaven Gay Days celebration. Heading a parade of 1200 homosexuals in Buffalo County and the surrounding states.

All four players made their historic admission with permission from their coach. They plan to abide by his rules of conduct while under his coaching tenure. Coach MacMahon remarked in a separate press conference that, "the boys do what they want in their private time and conduct themselves as gentlemen of our University are required. Their private conduct is not my concern as long as no laws or rules of student conduct are broken. They informed me of the content of their statement so I may be prepared when you guys came to dog me. I think it was an act of honorable men." When asked if the coach has any regrets regarding their admission, MacMahaon said he fears for their safety and plans to take steps to ensure they can complete the season without incident.

Some University professors and administrators condemned their action as promiscuous and mentally ill. Provost Barny Cramp stated, "Our children are falling to this sickness and we need to take steps." He was not specific as to what those steps should be.

All four players were invited to appear on the Oprah Winfrey Show. They have declined. -30-