Screws wins.

Screws cackles like a hyena as he holds out his outstretched fingers to form 'Paper.'

"Fuck!" Toro grumbles, clenching his 'Rock' forming fist even tighter.

"All right, you get the third one and I get these two! Deal's a deal! You can do whatever you like to them after I'm done."

"Not even gonna be worth it after you're done." Toro mumbles as he skulks over to Tom, grabs him by the hair and drags him wide-eyed into a dimly lit, piss-stained corner of the bathroom. Toro laughs at Tom's apprehension as he begs for mercy. Toro merely mocks him: "Well, bitch, you're gonna be fucking for two so I'm not gonna be taking it easy on you. Hope you love getting blown out, because I sure as hell love doing it!"

You almost feel sorry for Tom. Almost. You feel more sorry for yourself, however, in the 'care' of Screws. Before you even have a chance to imagine what sort of fucked up shit he has planned for you, you see him move out of the corner of your eye: with a disturbingly gleeful haste, he pulls out two pairs of nipple clamps and what looks like a car battery. The Twins and the groupies stand by and watch curiously.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." You hear Matt's panicked chant, sending a rush of blood to your loins. Screws doesn't say a word to either of you and merely nods to the Twins. You feel a meaty pair of hands drag you up by your hair and pull you forward.

You're staring Matt directly in the face now--your faces are so close you can feel his lips brush against yours for a brief instant. You see Matt's face flush red as he notices that your cocks are rubbing up against each other. Screws walks to you and straps your torsos together and hooks the chains around your hands and feet to the chains binding Matt's extremities, leaving the both of you upright, asses against the piss-soaked tile, cocks frotting and arms and legs in the air.

You don't have time to admire Screw's artistry before you feel a sharp jolt of pain on your nipple. Your eyes look down to see one of the clamps on your nipple, the other end clamped onto Matt's nipple. Screws repeats this on the other half of your body, creating yet another anchoring point between you and your best friend. He connects the two clamps in the middle with a wire which he hooks up to the battery. And then he speaks.

"So boys. You seem like good friends, just like Toro and I. Toro and I? We'd take a bullet for one another." You hear Tom screaming in the corner as Toro devastates him. "Hell, he already has. So we're gonna play a little game to see if you two got what we got: I'm gonna choose one of you to punish but the other one can speak up to intervene and take the punishment instead." You look down at the nipple clamps, wondering why they're connecting both you and Matt to the battery. Screws notices this and speaks up.

"The clamps are there because I get bored from time to time. It's always more fun when more people are in pain." You grimace but you feel Matt's cock throbbing against yours. Screws looks between the two of you, taking his sweet time and making you miserable while he decides. He playfully taps his chin. Then he purses his lips and rolls his eyes in exaggerated thought. With a malicious smile, he looks at Matt.

"I choose... you!" Your heart stops as you see Screws's ugly finger pointed at you. You steel yourself--I can take it, you think. And then Screws pulls out that string of spiked, fist-sized anal beads and your resolve breaks. You look pleadingly at Matt to do something--anything--to save you. He's your best friend--he wouldn't let this happen to you!