Chapter 4

"WHAT?!" Toby was completely taken aback.

"You heard me." Terence hadn't moved.

"But why?"

Terence rolled over and sat up. "Because I gotta know, that's why. And you're the only one who I can trust to do it!"

"B-but..."

"Look, you've done it -- you did Pa -- so you CAN do it. I just watched Pa -- an' he likes it! I gotta know!" Terence insisted.

"What about Damian?"

Terence shook his head. "Little Bro would take advantage; he'd want it more than once, or he'd blackmail me with it -- it's just how he is. I know you can, but I don't think you're into it -- and I'm pretty sure you can keep a secret! Besides, don't you want a little payback?"

"Well..." Terence had a point -- actually, he had several! "All right. Just a sec..." Toby went over to his desk and dug deep to locate a couple of hidden items -- a rubber, and the same bottle of lube they'd used on Terence's father. Coming back, he muttered, "I don't know if I can really..."

"Bring it here." Terence scooted up to the edge of the bed. "C'mon, don't make me do every fucking thing..."

Toby nodded and tossed the lube and the rubber onto the bed and started shucking out of his jeans. "I was just with Jean a couple of hours ago," he apologized.

Terence shrugged. "Did you get hard watching the video? What about Little Bro and your Mama?"

"Yeah, that worked."

"Okay, then." Terence didn't see why Toby was worried -- he was half-hard already. He wrapped his lips around Toby's prong and washed the head with his tongue, and it firmed right up... "See? No problem. You've done this -- you can do it again..."

"I was more worried that it would take a long time," Toby replied. "I didn't want to go on forever; you might -- you know -- get the wrong impression. As it is, I'm sure it's gonna hurt..."

"Me, too." Terence went back to sucking for a moment. "But it will get better, from the looks of things."

"Yeah." Gays liked it -- and Terence's father had. Girls even came from it, apparently.

Terence backed off. "You look ready. Better lube me up. If you need a tune-up, afterward, I'll swap around again." He turned and crawled back up on the bed.

Toby picked up the Glide and poured some gingerly down Terence's butt-crack, then started poking and probing at his rubbery ring. Terence worked hard at letting him in -- but it wasn't easy; he figured it was an experience thing. Fortunately, the games he'd been playing with Little Bro helped; he only really had to fight against the tension building up inside him from knowing what was to follow.

Toby got a finger in, and found himself wishing he'd worn rubber gloves -- but there weren't any to hand, so he would just have to make do. He got his finger in all the way, thankful that he wasn't feeling something that would make an obvious mess, and started working it around. "I'm gonna go for two," he announced. "It'll probably be better prep."

"Do three if you have to," Terence grunted. The down-side of using Toby for this was the size of that ram of his! A little stubby fucker would probably be a lot easier to handle, but maybe he'd miss something...

Toby slid two fingers in and out a bit, making sure Terence's anal ring was well-lubed. "How's that?"

"Okay," Terence grunted. Every once in a while, Toby would hit a spot and he would get this flash... It wasn't pleasure, exactly -- more like this urgency. His dick didn't seem to know what to do with it, but it got really sensitive...

Toby worked at getting three fingers in, but that wasn't terribly easy on Terence's ass, or on his hand, so he stopped. He pulled his fingers out so that he could open up and put on the rubber; his fingers weren't totally nasty, but they weren't clean, either. Reaching under the bed, he fished out the semen-stiffened towel that he used to clean up when he masturbated and wiped his hands so he could get the rubber on properly.

"Do you need another suck?" Terence asked, turning his head.

"No, I'm okay." Toby's erection wasn't the biggest or the stiffest he'd ever had, but it would do, he figured. The rubber didn't improve things, but if he hurried a bit and got his cock inside Terence's ass, he figured that it would be close enough to home to get it to firm up.

It wasn't that simple. Terence closed up in no time, and wearing a rubber isn't that much fun without immediate incentives; Toby wasn't firm enough to penetrate when he got there. "Dammit!"

"What?"

"Rubbers suck," Toby related. "I have to keep you open and get the thing on -- and be hard enough to get in..."

"Oh," Terence grunted. "Can you get your fingers in and bring it around here? I'll try to get its attention..."

"Let me see..." Terence waited until Toby had re-inserted his fingers, then turned sideways and cramped himself around to work on Toby's meat. First, he worked off the rubber, then he jacked it a bit. Finally, he managed to get his lips around it.

Toby firmed right up; Terence's lips were a treat. When he was going good, Toby snagged another rubber and rolled it on, one-handed, with Terence's help, then Terence swung back around and grunted, "Do what you gotta..."

Toby quickly drizzled on some lube and set his glans against Terence's bung. "Here we go..." He pressed forward, and lubrication and previous penetrations defeated Terence's rubbery anal ring for him.

"Aahhh! That thing feels like a baseball bat! How much...?" Terence grunted.

"Just the head," Toby replied tightly.

"Okay, slow..." Once his glans was in, though, and he'd made a couple of inches worth of progress, it seemed to get easier for both of them. "Yeah, go ahead," Terence grunted. It was like once you hit a certain point, there wasn't any more serious resistance. Toby was in to six inches before Terence grunted, "Easy!" lurching forward a bit. Toby held still until Terence relaxed. "Okay, take your time -- you'll get the rest."

Toby nodded, then grimaced; Terence was facing the other way, and couldn't see him. "Okay." He did as he was asked, moving slowly. It was hot and tight in there, especially at the ring, which wasn't giving up the fight. After a few slow strokes, he asked, "How is it?"

Terence was puffing a bit. "Okay. There's something... I dunno. You hit a spot, sometimes, and I get this urge..."

"Yeah?" Toby thought about it. "It's probably your prostate -- the gland that makes your cock hard. That's something girls don't have... Is it all right?"

"Yeah." Terence nodded. "Good, even. Go ahead and speed up."

Toby took it easy, anyway, but soon they had a rhythm that would match what both of them thought of as 'normal' fucking with a woman. "Are you okay?" Toby puffed.

"Uh huh," Terence grunted. "Mebbe a little more lube. Damned rubber..." Toby thought about taking it off, but it was a mess -- and his cock would be, too, if he did. "I'd pull it off, but it's pretty messy..."

"I shoulda done the enema thing," Terence grunted. "It's okay." Toby dribbled a bit more Glide down his ass crack; it improved things immediately. "Yeah, cool. Shit... Raise up a little willya? Bear down from above?" Toby shifted; whatever it was he was doing before, it was happening just about every stroke, now. "Yeah, that's good. I'm like an iron bar!" Terence's cock felt like the skin on it was going to split, it was so hard! He reached down to touch it with one hand and just a touch felt almost like a cum coming on -- and the sensation spread to his ass! "Oh, shit!"

"What?" Toby almost stopped.

"It's gettin' good, Man -- don't stop!" Terence started jacking his foreskin back and forth -- and the pleasure was almost unbearable! It felt like Toby was jacking the inside of his ass, too, and it was all connected. If Terence didn't know better, he would have sworn that Toby was pushing his cock out from the inside, into his hand; the pleasure extended all the way back. "Awww, fuck! Go for it! Fuck me!"

"Where is Toby?" Beth asked, coming into the living room.

"Big Bro came back a bit ago," Damian related. "He wanted to talk to Toby about the thing they did to Pa -- privately."

"Oh." Beth knew fear for her son. "He won't hurt him, will he?"

"Well..." Damian thought about it. "That wasn't settled, when they went in -- but I figure we'd have heard something." He dragged her down onto his lap. "Big Bro isn't known for his temper -- I figure it'll be all right."

No sooner had Damian said this than Terence let out his yell; it wasn't decipherable from the living room, so Beth, concerned tried to leap up -- but Damian held her down, grunting, "No! Let them settle this in peace!" Beth struggled for a moment, but Damian was STRONG! Despite the fact that she undoubtedly outweighed him, she couldn't break free! She subsided, then turned and put her head into Damian's shoulder, sobbing.

Terence, for his part, realized as soon as the yell left his mouth that he couldn't repeat it if they were going to keep this incident secret, so he muzzled himself, shifting to low moans and whispered encouragements. "Git it! Tear that ass up! Shit! I'm gonna bust a nut! Go! Go!" Toby reached down and collected his cum rag and tossed it to where Terence could grab it and he did, bracing himself with his head so that he could jerk off with one hand while holding it with the other. Toby hauled on Terence's hips so he wouldn't have to take so much pressure on his neck and they ran like that for about thirty seconds before Terence grunted, "Yah! Shit! Now!" His cock exploded and fireworks went off in his head as Toby's pounding cock added a counterpoint in his ass.

Terence's asshole went nuts while his cock spurted -- and drove Toby over the edge! "Now!" he hissed, burying himself in the black boy's ass and pouring spunk into the rubber. "Damn!"

Terence's ass was still clutching him when he finished, so Toby waited until it stopped, then pulled out. Terence flopped forward, wasted, holding the slimy rag against his cock; he'd cum about a pint, it felt like! His ass hurt, but it would be okay -- Toby had taken good care of it. "Fuck!" he grunted.

"Yeah..." Toby had gotten all of the gay sex he was likely to want for a lifetime in the past few days, but at least it hadn't been intolerable. "So..."

"I liked it." Terence seemed disgusted with himself. "I dunno whether it was better than fucking, but it was good. I got a helluva nut, but it might have been a first-time thing, you know?"

"Yeah," Toby agreed. First times were always great -- and afterward, you had to have it again -- but it wasn't that great every time. On the other hand, it tended to be more than good enough to require repeating again and again... "Well, you like girls, too -- just because you like this doesn't mean you have to give them up."

"I guess not," Terence agreed. Pa did both sides -- he just lied about it. Terence wondered what he was going to have to do -- was he gonna have to be two-faced, like Pa? Or could he just deal with it? "I'm not sure how I'm gonna handle it, though."

"Well, you need to be honest with yourself, I think," Toby opined, taking the spunk rag from Terence and using it to remove his messy rubber. "Go with your feelings. You have to be careful around guys, I guess, since a lot of them are assholes and won't want anything to do with you if you approach them that way, but you don't have to lie about it. 'No ask, no tell' seems to work."

Terence nodded. "What would Lon say?"

"I don't know. Obviously, he's done it, once. I'm not aware of any other incidents or any indication that Lon likes guys, but it's not something you talk about a lot -- even with close friends."

"This shit -- everything that happened in this room -- is between you and me, Man," Terence insisted. "I'm not sayin' what happened to you, and I expect the same from you -- or I WILL kick your ass!"

"That's fine with me," Toby replied. "But if you need help, I'm here. I don't want to do that again -- either thing -- but if you need help finding out if someone else is interested, I might be able to do something."

"Cool." Terence stepped into his sweats, but didn't pull them up. "Is my ass, like, wide open?"

Toby grinned. "No, it's fine. Why don't you go into the bathroom right away and use a washcloth, then wipe up good. You'll probably feel better."

"Yeah, good idea. Right after we make sure your mama and Little Bro aren't freakin'." Toby nodded and they headed out, having finished dressing.

"Hey." Beth looked up and Terence was standing there in front of the couch. "What's up?"

"N-nothing. I was afraid..." Beth started.

"I'm fine, Ma." Toby stepped into view.

"We wasn't sure," Damian grunted. "Things got noisy there for a sec."

"Temporary thing," Terence waved it off. "We're all settled."

"Cool." Damian released Beth. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Nope," Terence replied. "It's between Toby and me. We're good and that's it."

"Okay." Damian swatted Beth on the ass. "Food, Bitch!"

"Coming right up!" Beth dashed out.

"Whazzat all about?" Terence wanted to know.

"I'm her new master," Damian replied. "Right Toby?"

"Right," Toby agreed. "Mama likes that kind of thing -- and Damian does, too, so..."

"I dunno..." Terence began.

"Not on you, Bro," Damian replied easily. "You treat her as you like. In fact, I'd rather you just left this thing to me."

"Cool."

Things were generally quiet until the Carter boys left; the only other conversation of note started when Terence asked, "Beth, do I fuck okay?"

Beth put down her fork. "Of course, Sweetie!"

"No, I mean really..."

"Sweetie, I know you're having a lot of problems with the bisexual thing," Beth insisted, "but you have NOTHING to worry about! I have seen quite a few guys who went both ways -- just because guys can make you feel good, too, doesn't mean that you can't hold your head up around a girl! You have a nice cock, and you handle it well -- I LOVE having you fuck me, and I know I'm not the only one!"

Terence shook his head. "Girls ain't gonna want to..."

"Sweetie, I think that while you might need to tell a girl at some point, if this other thing proves to be important to you -- otherwise, it's no big thing. A lot of guys, well, they do the guy thing because it's easier, actually -- not because they're gay -- or even bi! It's kind of about what you can do and what you can't. Some guys can't attract a woman. Some guys can't carry on a conversation with one, even. Some guys just can't get enough... Another guy with the same problem won't care about all that stuff -- he'll just help you handle it." She smiled. "On the other hand, Sweetie, you really don't have that problem. I'll take care of you anytime -- and I'm sure you can get an occasional ride from Candace or Jean, too! Eventually, younger girls will notice that you seem to know what you're doing, and they'll come around -- and you'll put us old broads out to pasture -- but until then, I'll look forward to giving you all the pussy you want..."

"Girls don't look at me." Terence hung his head. "I fucked that up."

"No you didn't, Sweetie. Girls, well, they start out kind of shallow -- looks count. Boys are the same way. Later, they start looking for other things. You're a catch. Sooner or later, one or two will catch on -- and then the flood will start." Beth smiled at Terence, and he smiled back.

The boys didn't get home until late; Fred got home even later -- dead drunk.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Rick asked.

Teela shrugged. "It's just a dog..."

"That's the point!" Rick argued. "It's a dog!"

"I'd think that you'd be happy!" Teela insisted, fists on hips. "It's not another boy! It's not even a girl! There's no threat to YOU in this -- and it covers us with the group!"

"Yeah, I know," Rick replied, looking hangdog. "But it's not something I'd ask you to do." They were standing out in front of Toby's house, preparing to go in.

Teela shrugged. "I came up with the idea -- how would it look if I got chicken now?" She was wearing her heavy boots, a tiny leather miniskirt, and a matching leather corset with removable cups.

"All right, Babe," Rick sighed, "but there's no reason to go overboard, okay?"

"I know." Teela reached up and caressed her man's cheek. "I love you."

Rick, caught flat-footed, stood there in shock for a moment before gathering her up for a kiss. The kiss was no peck; both of them gave their all for a minute and a half, only breaking loose when Lon and Sally pulled up. "Now I'm all wet," Teela husked. "Let's go inside where it's cooler." She waved at Sally and Lon as she led Rick to Toby's front door.

Toby answered in time for both couples to come through, then stood there as Terence pulled up and dropped off Damian. "No offense, but what's he doing here?" Lon wanted to know.

"We're going to need a handler for Dirk," Toby explained smoothly. "Damian knows what he'll do and what he won't. I need to run the cameras, and you guys don't know Dirk. I'm hoping you'll direct, kind of, and Rick will help with whatever else needs doing."

"Oh." Lon decided that he didn't have to like it for Toby's idea to make sense. "All right." There wasn't much grace there, but there WAS agreement.

Damian walked in on the end of the conversation and knew he was the subject; Toby and he had worked this out the night before -- and anticipated objections in the process. He said nothing when Toby turned to him and said, "Go get Dirk and bring him to Ma's room" -- he knew better than to aggravate the other two males.

On arrival, Dirk made a beeline for the first available twat -- that being Teela's. "Whoa!" Damian grabbed the dog by the collar when his rush to stick his nose in her crotch nearly bowled her over. Dirk sat obediently, though, while Damian held him. "Sorry!"

Everybody had gone on alert; Toby interceded in order to get things settled down. "Damian, why don't you tell them what we know he'll do and what he won't."

Damian nodded, squatting beside Dirk. "Okay. It looks like Dirk knows his way around women, at least some -- that's why he does what he just did to Teela to just about every woman he meets. I'm gonna find out how and why, just because it might come in handy, but for now, the good news is that he's gonna be pretty cooperative." He rubbed the happily panting dog's head. "Dirk gives a pretty good tongue ride, and he WILL fuck, doggy-style -- but he's not any too particular which hole he hits."

"How do you know this?" Lon asked, suspiciously.

"We tested him," Damian replied, deadpan.

Lon opened his mouth for the follow-on question, but Toby cut him off to answer it, "On Ma."

"Oh." That ended the inquiries.

"Ummm, I was just hoping to play with his dick and maybe pretend to suck it or something," Teela remarked.

Damian thought about it. "He's not interested when he's cleaning up after a fuck, but he might be okay before... We'll have to see."

Teela nodded. "Do we want to practice first, or..."

Toby made a face while he thought about it. "I think we ought to do as well as we can getting raw footage, in case he decides he's had enough at some point." He glanced at Lon. "You know where the webcams are; I'll handle the videocam." He brandished it.

"Okay." Lon took over direction. "Sally, point out the webcams to Rick and Teela. We're using the same setup we used on Damian's dad?" Toby nodded. "Good." Lon flicked a glance at Damian, but the black boy didn't change expressions. "Let's get Dirk up on the bed."

That took some work, largely because of the approach; Dirk had been taught not to jump on the furniture, so just snapping fingers above the bed didn't do it. Trying to manhandle him up there failed, too -- he was a handful, and he just jumped back down. Finally, Rick accidentally hit the right combination when he said, "Teela, why don't you get up there and get ready so we don't have to hold him forever."

"Okay," Teela agreed, unsnapping her leather skirt and dropping it on the floor, exposing her naked crotch. She climbed up on the bed and called, "Here, Dirk!" just to be funny. To everyone's surprise, Dirk shook loose from Damian and leaped onto the bed!

"I guess you have to provide the right incentives!" Rick murmured, shaking his head.

Toby stepped over to his laptop and fired off the webcams, then hefted the videocam. "Cameras are running."

"Stay clear of the webcams if you can, guys," Lon directed. "Okay, Teela, it's up to you, I guess."

Teela was bolt upright, pushing Dirk away from her crotch. "Licking's easy, I guess. Let's see about the other thing." She sat up, elbowing Dirk's head away from her crotch. Dirk looked around, thinking about leaving, until Teela slid her hand under his belly to caress the sheath of his cock -- but at that point, he stopped looking around and re-focused on Teela, panting.

In no time, the shocking pink tip of Dirk's cock was exposed in all of its ugly, vein-tracked glory. Teela gave Dirk a gentle push and he obligingly dropped over on his side -- but he hunched himself around to the point that his head was close to her crotch as she knelt there, jacking him. "I guess he's done this, too," Rick observed. There were a number of distracted nods from the observers -- and Damian, in particular, filed this information away for future reference.

"It's, uh, good-sized," Lon commented when Teela had stroked Dirk's cock to hardness.

"It's weird-looking," Teela muttered. Dirk's cock certainly didn't look human; where human cocks had more or less tubular shafts, Dirk's was more bottle-shaped. The tip had this protrusion like a soda straw sticking out of the end just a bit, too -- and the base was starting to grow something that looked like a softball. The whole thing was this angry pinkish red with a tracery of veins -- like the broken capillaries in the cheeks of a drunk, only worse. Obviously, Dirk's cock only came out of its sheath when it was to be used... "Well, here goes..." Teela hunkered down and gingerly stuck it in her mouth -- but didn't quite close her lips on it. Toby zoomed the videocam, getting the shot; Lon watched the split-screen display from the webcams. Technically, this should do it... Dirk merely panted and whined a bit.

"Looks good," Damian commented, looking over Lon's shoulder at the overhead webcam view. "Dirk ain't getting shit from it, though."

Teela rose up. "What do you think I should let him do, fuck me?"

"That wouldn't be much fun for you," Damian replied, unruffled, "He only lasts about thirty seconds." Several people glanced at each other at this. "But he'll eat pussy all day, apparently." He shrugged. "Your call."

Teela thought about it, glancing around. "Fuck it. Tell me where to go."

"Back toward the headboard?" Lon got Toby's opinion. "Sally, prop up the pillows, will you? It's okay for you to be in the frame..." Sally nodded and repositioned the four pillows on the bed to give Teela something to prop her back against. Toby held his finger to his lips to warn everyone to stay out of the soundtrack, if possible.

Dirk was very obliging; he hopped right up and stuck his muzzle between Teela's raised knees as soon as she was settled and started slurping. "Oh, Holy SHIT!" Teela wailed. "FUCK!" Dirk's tongue was EVERYWHERE, and drove her to a screaming orgasm in about forty-five seconds! "Make him stop!" she gasped after the initial peak led to a second. "I can't take any more!"

Damian stepped in and hauled the dog back, grinning. "I think you owe him!" Rick gave Damian a dirty look.

"Are we done?" Toby asked.

"That's more than enough, I think," Rick opined. Lon nodded agreement.

Teela did, too. "Sorry, boy," she told Dirk, leaning forward to pet him. "No fucking."

"Sweetheart?" Sally turned to Lon. He cocked his head and she whispered in his ear for a moment.

Lon grimaced. "You're kidding, right?"

"I think I should," Sally replied, shrugging.

"Why?" Lon asked. Sally leaned back in and whispered some more in his ear. "I think I'm the one who decides that," Lon grunted.

"Okay." Sally backed off, visibly, but Lon stood there, frowning and thinking.

"What's up?" Toby asked.

"Well, this is all about being debased," Lon waved at the bed, where Dirk was licking himself. "And someone whose name I need not mention doesn't want to come up short in competition with her role model." He sighed. "What did Beth do with Dirk?"

Toby waved at Damian, who answered. "She got a licking, and she fucked him, doggy-style. He did her ass."

Lon glanced at Sally, who asked, "Did she suck him?"

"No."

Lon made a face. "You're not kissing me after THAT until you've gargled with half a bottle of mouthwash! Yuck!"

"Yes, Sweetheart," Sally smiled. "But..."

"Go ahead..." Lon shook his head, waving. Sally shucked out of her clothing; Toby whirled his finger to let everyone know that taping had resumed, and Sally climbed up on the bed. Dirk gave her a look as she approached, kind of wary, but when she slowly reached out to fondle his still half-hard cock, he flopped over and started happily panting.

Sally didn't fool around, either -- she wrapped her lips around Dirk's cock and proceeded to blow him -- learning in the process that dogs didn't cum like humans, either. Instead, Dirk's ejaculate was more like a spray than the thick goo she was used to; once she had him going, she backed off to let Toby get the close-up of Dirk painting her face.

When Sally settled back against the pillows, Dirk required very little encouragement to return to cunt-lapping duty. Sally was amazed -- but then, a dog's tongue IS long and flexible, and it IS one of their most important appendages... It took her a bit longer, but her orgasm hovered close...

Meanwhile, Teela had drawn Rick aside and they had a fiercely-whispered argument. Eventually, Rick threw up his hands in disgust and Teela moved forward into the range of the cameras and started fondling Dirk's cock, pulling it out behind him -- which only seemed to increase the fervor with which he worked to drain Sally of her juices. Lon stepped back and whispered to Rick, "What's up?"

"It's a competition to see who can be the most gross, apparently," Rick hissed angrily. "Teela wants another round, now that Sally has upstaged her."

Lon sighed and shook his head. "What's gotten into them?"

"Teela used to be the brave one -- the one who did all of the wild stuff. Now Sally's blitzed her..." Rick sighed.

"In some cases I'd rather she hadn't..." Lon whispered back.

"Me, too..." Rick agreed.

Toby, holding the camera carefully to ensure he didn't lose the frame while he turned, looked over at Rick, then nodded at Teela. Rick rolled his eyes and threw up his hands. Toby shrugged and shifted focus to get a close-up of Teela as she enveloped the head of Dirk's resurrected boner with her lips. Dirk's tongue shifted gears and Toby swapped back just in time to watch Sally's eyes roll up. "GAAAAH!" she moaned, shaking like a leaf, and weakly pushed Dirk's head away. Dirk just turned his head around and watched, panting happily, as Teela serviced his dick.

Dirk was spewing dog juice on Teela's face in no time; obviously, the concept of the long fuck didn't exist for canines. But he didn't go down, either; apparently, if his cock was stretched out behind him, he believed that his knot was locked -- especially given the grip Teela had around its base. Therefore, it was his duty to hang out and pump juice into whatever odd-looking bitch who had him locked...

Teela took advantage of this, carefully turning around while maintaining a grip on the dog's erection and trying to get it inserted. Early efforts failed, so she looked up at her friend and said, "Help?" Sally rolled up and took charge of Dirk's intermittently-spraying cock, replacing Teela's grip below the knot, and inserted it into her friend's vagina.

They stayed like that for five whole minutes, while Teela backed herself onto Dirk's spewing dick, finally actually wringing an orgasm from the fuck. Damian found this to be thoroughly enlightening; once again, this looked like something Dirk had done before. Certainly, he lasted a lot longer...

When Teela had flopped forward, Dirk was done; anything else the girls wanted to do would have to wait until he managed a recharge. Dirk hopped down off the bed and trotted off to a corner, where he proceeded to flop down and use his tongue to clean himself. Toby took a shot of this, then shut down the video camera. "Well," he announced, "I REALLY didn't expect you two to go so far..."

"Me, either!" Teela gasped. "I don't know what got into me!" She wiped at her crotch. "I'm a mess!"

"You certainly are!" Rick rasped. "You're disgusting! I do NOT understand why you INSISTED..."

"I'm sorry, Baby!" Teela interrupted, repentant. "I just couldn't let Sally go out and act like she's the only one... You're not mad, are you?"

"Disappointed, more than anything else," Rick sighed heavily. "Am I gonna have to put up with a lot of this kind of shit, just so you can hang onto your rep?"

"No," Teela replied meekly. "I'll make it up to you -- promise!"

"Not until you shower and douche and brush your teeth, and..." Rick threw up his hands in disgust.

"But after that?" Teela pressed.

"After that, I MIGHT let you suck me or something," Rick sulked. "Unless you're really good, you may have to live on the memory of doggie dick for a couple of days!"

"I'll be good! You'll see!" Teela insisted.

"I'll get you guys some towels, Toby offered. "You can shower off the worst of it. Ma has douche stuff in there, too." Toby led the girls out of the room.

"Well, the good news is that it's all over, I guess," Lon hazarded.

"I still don't understand why they just HAD to do this exact thing..." Rick groused.

"It was kinda like what you guys did to Pa," Damian ventured. "It had to be bad enough to be totally embarrassing, if not illegal, to be good blackmail material..."

Rick glanced at Lon. "I didn't do anything to..."

"No, but he did," Damian interrupted, nodding at Lon.

Lon was suddenly wary. "What do you know about it?"

"I've seen the video," Damian replied. "So has Big Bro."

"Look, that was..." Lon tried to get out a defense.

"...Going pretty far, don't you think?" Damian finished for him, poker-faced. "Big Bro certainly thinks so."

Rick eyed Lon. What was Damian talking about? Lon didn't spare Rick a glance -- he was busy. "What about you?"

"I've decided to let it slide," Damian replied. "I know that I stand to gain from it. I might go looking for a favor at some point -- but Big Bro feels a lot more strongly about it than I do. He's gonna want payback."

"I already had my run-in with Terence," Toby interjected, entering the room. "It was, um, unpleasant, for a while. I tried to take most of the blame -- and ended up worried that Terence was gonna dust me."

"What happened?" Lon demanded. Toby didn't look any the worse for the wear...

"That's... between us," Toby replied. "It was part of the deal we finally made. I can't talk about it." Toby had given some thought to telling Lon in private -- but in front of Damian? No way! Besides, he would rather not, anyway. Toby and Terence had a more or less mutual blackmail position -- Toby could ruin Terence -- but Terence could return the favor, and Toby wasn't Terence's size and wasn't as physically imposing. There was no way Toby wanted to end up the unwilling pivot man in a circle jerk...

The subject of conversation strode through the door at that point. "So, is it over?" His gaze drifted to Lon.

"Yes," Toby replied, trying to draw Terence's attention. "It was quite a party, after all."

"Can I see it?" Terence asked. "After all..." Lon was still under the gun.

"I haven't edited it yet," Toby replied. "Maybe you can help with that." He, too, flicked a glance at Lon.

"This wasn't supposed to be a circus," Lon grated.

"Neither was Pa!" Terence retorted. "At least THEY volunteered! Pa was raped!"

Rick's eyes got as big as saucers. "What?"

Lon rubbed his eyes. "It's a long story, Rick."

"You ain't seen it?" Terence grunted. "I thought everybody had..."

"I haven't," Rick replied. "Teela hasn't."

"You two be the ONLY ones!" Terence grated.

"I don't care if you see this thing," Lon said quietly, "but Rick and Teela have a say in it."

"Sounds like they need to see the other thing!" Terence grated. "Then they might learn something!" He turned to Rick, "How about it? I watch whatever it was your girlfriend and that dog did, and you get to see what your buds did to my old man? It's seriously educational..."

Rick eyed Lon, who was obviously ashamed of something. "I dunno..."

"I'm not that worried about our end, Baby," Teela announced from the doorway, where she stood with a towel wrapped around her while working another in her hair. "I think we need to know why Terence is so pissed, don't you?" As far as Teela was concerned, Terence was a big ol' teddy bear -- if HE was pissed, something was up!

Rick eyed his girlfriend. "All right..."

"Look," Lon began, "I'm not..."

"Shut up!" Terence roared. "You can apologize later, when they both know why!" Lon threw up his hands and turned away.

"What's happening?" Sally appeared in the door, dressed basically the same way Teela was -- except she had more surface area to cover. She wrapped her hair in the towel.

"Terence wants us to see what happened to his dad," Rick supplied.

"Oh." Sally said nothing else.

"Wait here." Toby left the room. In a moment, he was back with a disk. "Here. The DVD player is in there. Terence?" He crooked a finger.

Terence started to follow, then stopped. "You two stay here and leave 'em the fuck alone!" he ranted. "You can explain shit when they come out! Little Bro..." Damian raised his hand in acknowledgement of his duties. Terence glared at Lon and followed Toby out.

In his room, Toby waved Terence into a chair, then started his video editing session. "You seem even more pissed than yesterday," he observed.

"Rick needs to know about you two," Terence grunted. "We're even -- I know that you probably wasn't any happier yesterday than Pa was that day -- but Lon ain't someone I can do that to."

"No, probably not," Toby agreed. "But there is an outside chance you could get what happened afterward from him..."

"No thanks. I'm done being interested in that -- with him, anyway."

Toby nodded while the video camera dumped its content to the computer via firewire. "Okay, I get that. Here we go." For the next little bit they worked on the video, integrating the three feeds and editing out anything distracting. It was probably a waste of effort, since no one outside the group was supposed to see it but it kept them busy... Damian, Lon and Sally sat in the kitchen, talking quietly.

After a while, Damian stuck his head in the door of Toby's room. "They're done," he announced. Toby and Terence got up and headed for the kitchen.

Rick was standing there eyeing his best friend as if he'd grown horns. "I can't believe you did that!" He swung his gaze to Toby, "You, either! That's... despicable!" He shook his head. "Even the little bit I did to help, I'm ashamed of!"

Lon looked as if he was going to burst into tears. Damian, of all people, leapt into the breach. "Easy, easy! Hell, we all KNEW Pa liked dick! You guys probably did him a favor! I know you did US one!" He waved to include Terence. "It was pretty bad, but it's done. I bet Lon won't do shit like THAT again, will you, Lon?"

"No." That seemed to be all he could get out.

"And Toby won't..."

"No," Toby replied -- but he was thinking, 'I hope...'

"So what now?" Terence grunted. "That's it? He's sorry?"

"What did you do to Toby?" Lon asked.

"None of your business," Terence replied, his face a mask. "But it was enough. Wasn't it?" He eyed Toby.

"Yeah." Toby dropped his eyes. He hadn't enjoyed it, but truth be told, it hadn't been THAT bad. But to say that was to invite further retribution...

"Won't work on you, anyway," Terence grunted. "There's limits..." During the editing session, he and Toby had approached Lon's punishment again and again -- and concluded that anything TOO demeaning to Lon would result in open warfare, instead of evening things up and healing the breach. "But you STILL raped my old man -- and fucked him in the ass!"

Sally looked up at Terence. "So you want something from Lon? Recompense?"

"I want to see him punished some..." Terence admitted.

"I'm guessing that fucking him is too much?" Sally pressed.

"Well, yeah," Terence agreed, glancing at Toby. "I don't see us ever getting over this if I went that far. Besides, there was other shit involved..."

"What about me?"

"You didn't know, right?"

"But I was there..." Sally insisted. "I might have stopped it."

"You might have busted it and got everybody's goose cooked, you mean," Damian interjected.

"I guess," Sally admitted.

"Okay, I'm not gettin' it," Terence grunted. "Where are you headed?"

"You want to punish Lon, but you don't want it to be so bad he can't get over it, right?" Sally asked. "Optimally, you'd fuck his ass, but it's too extreme and will just make things worse, right?"

"Well, yeah," Terence swept his gaze to Lon. Lon blanched. "That's goin' too far."

"Okay. But the punishment would fit the crime, right?" Sally pressed.

"Yeah."

"Okay, how about this? Fuck MY ass!"