Wrong Hole - Short Story - fragment

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Tyler wasn’t in this for anything else but rep and dough, he kept telling himself. Maybe if he did it enough times, he’d end up believing it. If any of the guys around him caught the slightest whiff why he was there, he’d be in deep shit. Luckily for him, everyone bought the act. He was just a kid looking to make a name for himself out in the streets, hanging out with the tough crowd, and learning the ropes. It helped that the boss liked his face. The old man had said as much.

Now, he stood in the stuffed gym, watching Briggs, the old man’s right hand, benchpressing like a madman. The guy had arms like tree trunks and he was breathing hard each time he pushed. Someone from the gym, a guy Tyler hadn’t bothered to learn his name was spotting him.

Briggs was in his late 30s and looked every bit like the gorilla he had to be. A very attractive gorilla, Tyler thought as he stared blankly at the man’s chest. Damn, dude was cut. Not one inch of fat on that hot bod. He wore his jet black hair cropped short, and he was always smoothly shaved when meeting the boss. The rest of the time, he sported a constant five o’clock shade. How that happened, was beyond Tyler’s understanding.

Yeah, he wouldn’t call the guy a gorilla, as much as he was built like a shit brickhouse. Briggs was enough to show up in most places, and the stupid assholes not paying what was due would shit their pants and hand over their money. Not that Briggs was shy about getting his hands dirty. He was ruthless when need be. For Tyler, though, he always had a smile. The kind that would melt him like he was ice cream.

At 20, Tyler was not even one fifth of the man Briggs was. His body was lean and mostly hairless. The boss had laughed at him when he told him he knew karate.

He knew shit, in all truth. But he was good at running, and that earned him a place with the team. Basically, he just kept around Briggs, doing whatever the man told him to. He kept staring at the large pecs and the full on six pack. If only he could run his hands over that hard body, he would surely die.

Not from pleasure, though, but because the next moment, Briggs would most likely snap his neck for being the faggot that he was. So he just kept daydreaming about Briggs’s awesome body and how it would feel to have a man like that slam into him from behind.

Briggs rose from the bench, and Tyler hurried with a towel. He murmured a thanks and wiped his face.

“The boss gave you a little errand boy, Briggs?” the other dude asked. He eyed Tyler with an ugly grin.

Briggs hooked one arm over Tyler’s shoulders, almost making him buckle under the weight, but also because his manly smell after a workout was overpowering. “He’s a good boy.” He tousled Tyler’s hair. “And I’m going to make a man out of him tonight.”

The other laughed like he knew what Briggs was talking about. Tyler had no idea, though. They has just been to a different city to collect. What was special about the night they were supposed to have off?

“This blondie? A man?” The gym attendant neighed like a horse as he looked Tyler up and down. “Maybe turn him into a girl. It would be quicker, and I bet he’d love it.”

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