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 When you take six straight guys on a trip to the middle of no where to do "not so straight things"™ with one another, you have to keep motivation in mind. Money works for getting them there, but after a few days, the concept of big bucks loses its pizzazz. They haven't yet gotten the money nor do they have any ability to spend it. At that point, you need promises of the heterosexual holy land: a strip club. <g>
So, when Day  Four rolled around, I told the guys over breakfast that if they did well, they could go to a strip club for our final night at the castle. Then, mixing in a bit of that reward system with the activities for the day, I started the video a little later with a hunter's practice deer in the foreground and the guys in the back.
"What's gonna happen now is you guys are going to shoot the deer, and then whoever... yes we see the penis... so whoever gets closest to the heart area on the fake deer -- it's got a target on its side -- gets a hundred bucks extra for the strip club tonight."
They whooped and hollered in response. <g>
"What happens if no one hits the deer?" Caleb asked.
"If no one hits the deer, nobody gets it," I answered.
I explained the shooting procedure in a little more detail then as the guys walked towards me, I remarked about the box of beer (in the early morning).
"You can't drink and drive, but you can drink and hunt,"
- Ashton informed.
 "You guys each get two arrows each. So, first time, let's do the one arrow and then just see how it goes and then we'll take it from there."
Duke was the first to test his archery skills... and he missed the deer entirely. |  |
Ashton, probably the most athletic of the bunch, took the bow and arrow next.
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"Come on, Ash. Kill it, buddy," Caleb encouraged, but Ashton's arrow hit the deer in the leg and bounced off. |
 Jersey shot next and shot quickly. He made contact with the lower neck area and it stuck. Caleb threw out a "yeah!" and the others adulated in support of Jersey's getting it in the jugular, making it spew imaginary blood. <g>
Rocky followed after that, and Caleb gave him instructions on how to do it.
"Goes on top of there. Do it top of there," he said as he pointed to the bow.
 "It's not going to work. It's going to fucking fall right there," he continued, pointing towards the ground where the arrow would land.
Jersey interjected, "Yeah, you want me to show you how to do this? You're doing your arrow wrong. That's why it's going to shoot all fucked up."
"Fuck all you guys," Rocky told them after he pulled his archery equipment away.
He shot it his way and hit just outside the inner foam target area, the best shot yet. <G>
The rest of the guys followed to take their turns, then it was time for the second round.
For round two, the guys shot again with varying degrees of success.
They wanted round three and round four to hone their accuracy, too, and well, all I can say is apparently, shooting a bow and arrow accurately is a lot harder than it appears. <g>
By the conclusion of the competition, the deer had somehow managed to get shot several times, and I, in turn, announced the winner. I also reminded the guys of the task at hand.
"So, _____ gets an extra hundred bucks to go to the strip club tonight...
BUT you guys gotta do a lot more dick sucking before then!" <g>
 "I hate you deer!" Rocky play yelled in some misplaced aggression response then attacked, almost impaling himself on the arrows still sticking out the deer's side.
I laughed, too, as its head came off and it fell over to the ground. <g>
And then, later that night, the guys did get to go to that strip club...
but before then... well... perhaps I should just put it visually:
The castle finale is here, and I bet you're ready to watch. <g>
Think you know what straight men won't do? Think again.™
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Damn. I love my straight guys eating ass and getting nut in their butt cracks job!
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