You gotta be just full of cum…you just shot a week’s worth!”

“I com good, no?”

“Yes, you ‘com’ good! Man…I gotta get outta these damn, tight Levis…I always grow timber when I blow a hot dude!”

Randy watched as Zeb’s cock snapped to attention when he dropped his jeans. “Damn, you hard already after Roscoe drained us just an hour ago? With recovery like that, you’re gonna be ready for a second match tomorrow night right after I get through plundering your pecker!”

“Good dick does that to me every time…even if I’ve just shot a gallon…and, you stupid shithead…like I been tellin’ ya -YOUR pecker is the one that’s gonna get plundered!”

Pierre stroked Zeb’s rod. “This hardness because you sock me?”

“Yeah, man…and I’m gonna let you take care if it later…!”

“Oh, I like take care of…I do good job, you see!”

“Hey, Dude…what about this ‘we can’t cum any more until the match’ shit you shot me on the way back here?”

“Asshole, I was only talkin’ about you…I can cum all I want…YOU’RE the wimpy kid that needs a twenty-four hour build up between loads! Hell, I can gin up a gallon of cum in eight hours or less, so I’m good to go until noon tomorrow! I’ll get Pierre to take me before I’m outta here tonight…besides, you’re the one that told me how he gave such great ‘sock’…I just gotta know if you know ‘great sock’ when you get it!”

“He does…but if he does you, he does me too! We’re hittin’ that mat tomorrow night with equal loads!”

“Oh, I never take two deek one time…OK for you I try?”

“Sure, you can do us both if you want, but Randy won’t have much of a load to give!”

“You fuckin’ bastard…we’ll let Pierre be the judge of load size…OK Pierre?”

“Oh, Rhondee…Zeb tell joke – you have nice load, I know…maybe he have nice load too…but I sock two and tell which one is big. You be friends now…no fight over how big you cum – that make me not happy to see nice friend fight!”

“Pierre…we’re not fightin’…just playin’ with each other…you gotta learn English better, man…Rod was right!”

“OK, you help talk English, I learn…I go now to cook…”

Rod came back in full harness. “Randy…get your ass out of those clothes and into something presentable…I’m not payin’ for all this leather just to hang on a peg – unless it’s the peg between your legs! You got a ring on already, right?”

“Yeah…Roscoe gave me and Zeb a couple new ones today…what else you want?”

“Cuffs, armbands and collar…the studded one with the leash…never know when I just might want to take you for a walk! Zeb…go help him get decent…I want to talk to Pierre for a minute!”

“Define ‘decent’…”

“Naked!”

“My pleasure!” Zeb grabbed Randy’s right nipple through his shirt and led him off to his room.

Rod went into the kitchen