Butch was used to losing. It was a friendly bet with his lifting buddies, seeing who would get the most reps. Whoever lost was the bottom for the rest of them. You could never tell they were into that, huge men in the gym lifting weights, beards and hirsute bodies.
The only difference was if you saw Butch's rear. It was smooth, having suffered through countless pressure and impact. Constantly soaked in lube and cum. It had lost all ability to grow hair, a stamp of just how often it was used. He was just another bottom bitch, and the rest of the men got a sinking feeling Butch liked it. They just never wanted to take his place.