Brent's bike roared back to life, and down he went, back onto the muddy track.... Purposely headin' and hittin' the muddiest and wettest parts of it.... When he came to the end of it, he spun the back-tire around in circles, doin' 'donuts', shootin' loads of mud everywhere, and gettin' totally plastered again, along with his bike....... "F**K...!!!, this was so fun and exciting ...!!!!, and his cock was feelin' the same exact way.......!!!

"F**K...!!!", he thought, goin' back earlier in the day, when he had put on some of his finest leathers and boots, and had climbed onto his clean and shiny 'Harley', gettin' ready for the 'shoot'....... He wasn't into the total 'admiration' of himself, but he knew he looked hot..... And all the looks and smiles he got on the way to the studio, just made it even better.....

But now, his boots and leathers had not only gotten splattered with pies and cakes, (and syrup........), but now they had a good coatin' of mud all over 'em, and his bike was the same way....!!!!! Trashin' up his leathers and boots was one thing, but his bike too....???
Brent wondered what happened to the 'Voice-of- Reason', he once seemed to have, and how his 'Cock-Voice', had so gotten in control....... But his cock just seemed to be in 'over-drive', 'F**K'...!!!', it seemed to be gettin' 'turned-on' by just about anything....!!!!

Brent looked back down the muddy track, and saw that Shannon had put his helmet back on, and was now standin' a lot closer to the mud...... Brent got a somewhat 'devious' idea in his head, (the Cock-Voice obviously....), and started back down through the mud, and just before he came to the end of it, he purposely skidded his bike in front of Shannon, so that mud got splattered onto Shannon's clean and shiny boots and his tight 'C.H.P.' pants........

Shannon looked down at his boots and his pants...... Since he had put his helmet back on, it was hard for Brent to think what Shannon was 'thinkin', but Brent wondered just how long, how thick, and how hard, Shannon's cock was, as it was certainly strainin' against those tight 'C.H.P.' pants...... Shannon seemed to be very much 'enthralled', and a little bit 'dazed'.......... The strong, 'I'm in charge here,', persona seemed to have gone away.... And when Brent took Shannon's gloved hand, (which was clean, though Brent's was totally messed-up, so of course, in doin' so, he 'messed-up' Shannon's glove, ....), and led him out to a very muddy part of the track, Shannon went very complacently...... 'I'm now in charge ' thought Brent... .. It was almost like Shannon had gotten under a 'spell', that Brent had cast.....

Brent un-strapped his helmet, and just dropped it into the mud.... It was gonna' be a real 'B***H' to clean up, but he'd worry about that later......... At this point, it couldn't get any messier......... And Brent thought he'd try and take this 'adventure' up a notch.......

Even though Shannon was a couple of inches taller than Brent, and had a few extra pounds on him , (though totally trim and worked-out...), but when Brent slowly un-strapped Shannon's helmet, took it off his head, then dropped it into the mud next to his own helmet, Shannon didn't do anything........ He didn't 'fight-back', didn't say 'don't do it'... He just stood there..... Brent could see a 'shudder' wrack through Shannon's body, and his cock startin' to 'pulse' in his pants.....