Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 14:32:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Tidelight Zone 09

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a
sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most state and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story by law. Check with your local laws
regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is
fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'

"The Tidelight Zone" 09
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Do you hear what Kino say, Sean?"

"Um, no. I wasn't really paying attention, Mehmet.
What's up, Kino?"

As they sat there, stabbing the little swords into
their shrimp cocktail, Kino unfolds the mystery
surrounding the jarheads.

"I was telling Mehmet that Joaquin and Philippe
purposefully meet up with young men like you two, to
draw them into their web."

"Into their web?"

Mario replies, "I know what he means. They almost
suckered me into their games."

"Games?" Sean lets Mario draw his attention.

"Did you tell them about your experience, Kino?"

"Kino tell me," Mehmet lets on.

"Well, his is tame compared to what they did to me!"
Mario begins the tale.

"Did to you? You mean like that bdsm stuff?"

"Ah-huh."

"Wow! Kip Scholten was right!" Sean belts out.

"Kip, eh? Another hot sex pistol!" Mario replies.

"You know Kip?"

"Yeah. I don't know it first hand, but I hear, like
Skip, Kip can really drill hard with his tool. Too bad
he's so reserved."

"Doesn't do every Tom, Dick and Mario, eh?"

Mario smiled, nudging Sean. He was really getting to
like him.

"So, what's with the party?"

"Oh, almost forgot, but hell, I'll never forget that
night."

Kino tells it, "Fortunately for Mario, like me, he got
there when the party had been on rewind for a couple
of hours."

"Yeah, what we heard," Mario continues, "if you get
there at the beginning of the party, you're
suckered-boxed into it and have to stay the duration,
which can get kind of intense."

"Intense?"

Even though he wasn't into bdsm, Sean's churning in
his pants wanted to at least hear the sexual details,
forming in his mind the picture of guys without a
stitch of clothing on.

"When I got there I knew right away it wasn't an
ordinary party."

"How could you tell?" Sean questions Mario.

"First, I couldn't tell the difference between a
regular party. Not until Philippe took me into the
other room. Oh, he, like me started stripping down. In
fact, he told me we had to at least strip off our
shirts, before leaving the foyer. I mean, I should
have taken the hint right away, the foyer having a
jumble of shirts, pants, briefs, sock and shoes all
over the place."

"Hot!" Sean commented.

"So I thought, too. Anyway, the first thing I see, as
I enter the next room, is this guy, stripped naked,
his arms above his head, hanging there from the
skylight."

"'That' skylight?" Sean says, picturing in his mind
the one he saw above the penthouse ceiling.

"Right. You didn't notice the hooks embedded in the
square molding?"

"Never took notice."

"Well, they are there, believe me."

"Um, for what purpose was the guy hanging there by his
arms, dare I ask?"

Sean didn't know why he dared Mario to make mention of
it, since the picture in his mind of a naked guy, was
enough to make his cock twitch.

"Um, if you guys don't mind, I think Mehmet needs some
air. We're going to take a little walk outside."

Sean okayed it, wanting Mario to immediately get back
to the party action.

"So?"

"Oh yeah, so this really hot guy is..."

"How hot?"

"Our age. Wait! How old are you Sean?"

"Nineteen. You?"

"Eighteen. Almost nineteen."

"When?"

"Another three months."

"Cool! We're both almost the same age. I just turned
nineteen."

A short lull brought them back to the orignal subject
matter.

"So, this hot guy is hanging there by his arms, legs
spread and his firm cock is snagged with one of those
silver rings..."

"Made to keep it rigid..."

"You know about them? Ever use one?"

"Haven't had the need. So, how big, Mario?"

"What? How big does my cock get?"

"No, doofus. The guy hanging by his arms!"

Yet, it did tickle Sean's thoughts to know `that'
answer, too.

" Oh! Yeah, that guys. I dunno. I'm not a good judge
of things like that, but he had to be at least what I
am."

"And how big would that be, Mario?"

"Hmm... I wanted to surprise you on Saturday."

"Not five inches?"

"Hell no! I have at least seven and half inches of cut
meat, mind you!"

Sean burst out laughing.

"Well, can you do any better, Sean?"

"No, sorry. I'm not laughing at the size. It's the way
you said it."

"Oh. Okay. So, how big are you anyway, so I know what
I have to look forward to?"

"Oh don't you worry. I'm going to be splitting your
ass wide open, Mario!"

"Yikes!"

That created another spell of laughter.

Putting his hand on Mario's shoulder, Sean assured
him, "But don't worry. I like to get the full benefits
of a hard fuck and work it in nice and slowly."

The two hadn't realized it, but Skip had brought
Mario's drink and hovered right above their
conversation.

"Oh, my drink. Cool. Um, Skip, this here is Sean. I
didn't get the last name."

"Nash. Sean Nash and it's nice to meet you."

"Same here," the young waiter replied.

For a guy with glasses, Sean thought he looked
dashing.

Skip started to walk away, but stepped back,
interrupting, "By the way, Sean, you've love the tight
fuck!"

Mario swatted Skip's ass, saying, "Get outta here!"

"So, what about the guy hanging?" Sean quizzed Mario
for the umpteenth time.

"Not much other than they used him for guys to give
blow jobs to."

"That's it?"

"Other than the weights they had tied to his
nips'n'balls!"

Mario knew he'd get a reaction from Sean. It seemed so
comical, he couldn't help but crack up.

"I betcha the guy with the weighted balls wasn't
laughing!"

"No, but a long, sinewy strand of cock juice
slithering out of his piss slit had to communicate
something of his feelings!"

"He was liking it?"

"Yeah, but the guy in the next room is what got me on
the run."

"Oh?"

"A buttplug, this wide," Mario made a round circle
with both hands, "was being stuffed in the guys ass."

"Shit! A guy can take that bigga one?" Sean inquired,
moving his own ass, as if getting a wedgie.

"That was a medium one."

"So, you hightailed it out of there?"

"Almost. Philippe saw I was getting squeamish. He
asked Joaquin if he had an extra set of bracelets for
me. When Joaquin tossed a pair of leather cuffs to
Philippe, that's when I hit the doorway."

"Unbelievable!"

"Yeah, what's unbelievable is that guys that go to
these parties, come back for more abuse!"

"You don't say?"

Mario giggled, after swinging around and peering at
Sean's lap.

"It got you going, didn't it?"

"And you're soft?"

"Fresh!" Mario called it when Sean's hand found his
growing tent.

"So, it turned you on, did it?"

"Hey, I'm the one that witnessed guys hands all over
this one guy, while they tried forcing this buttplug
up his ass."

"Well," Sean sighed, his hand going over Mario's, "I'm
glad you got out of there."

"Me too," Mario said, smiling back at Sean.

Quickly, they leaned into each other, as if doing it
naturally for years and exchanged tongues.

"Having fun?"

Their impromtu interlude ceased abruptly, as Kino
stepped towards them.

"Where's Mehmet?"

"Men's room. So, I see you two are getting along... or
should I say, getting it on?"

Mario suggests, "And you and Mehmet?"

"You two sure were gone long enough," Sean added.

"Strictly friends. Oh by the way, Sean, who is this
guy Steve?"

"Steve? Hmm..."

"Hey, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend?" Mario
suddenly took on mixed feelings for Sean.

"Not `my' boyfriend, but hell, what a hot guy."

"Oh. Okay. So he's Mehmet's guy?"

"Yes. No. I mean, he was Mehmet's. But it's not
like..." Sean almost delved into a subject he would
not want Mario to think on.

"Keeping things from me already?" Mario saw right
through Sean.

"Hee hee... well, you see..."

Fortunately Mehmet showed.

"They have a nice man to give me a towel to wipe my
hands!"

"That's nice," Mario said, then turning to Sean, "So
what of this Steve guy?"

"My Steve?" Mehmet asks.

"Yeah," Mario then thinks, `if I can't get it out of
Sean, why not the alternate route?'

"Bad thing happen to Sean. Steve help him."

"Oh really?" Mario replies, now in an apologetic mood,
after thinking something different happening between
Sean and Steve.

"Sean get beat up and Steve help him."

"Hey, I'm really sorry there, Sean."

"It's okay. I'm healed."

But when Sean lifted the tee shirt, showing the
bruises around his abs all healed, Mario, who had
almost finished his Fucking Willy Shooter, felt like
shooting his willy!

"Oh man. I don't know if I can wait til Saturday."

Sean wasn't exactly totally sober, either, letting
Mario feel up his six pack, letting his finger meander
near his navel, brushing the brown treasure trail.

"Oh shit!" Mario says, looking down in his lap, at the
boner he's popped.

Sean laughs his ass off, saying, "You ain't the only
one!"

"Tell ya, Mehmet, you can't take these two anywhere!"

"I think it the Fuckink Wooly Nilly."

"And you're not much better," Kino says, prying
Mehmet's hand from the rounded glass. "One question?"

"Yeah?" the three question Kino's asking.

"Are you, Mehmet and Sean, planning on returning to
Joaquin's and Philippe's penthouse?"

"No way!" Sean says out loudly. "I'm not going back to
get my bod strung up and somebody's table leg shoved
up my ass!"

It's fortunate that they had been the sole patrons in
the restaurant. Kino figured the same for Mehmet.

"Good, then we might as well rev up the plastic!"

Taking out a card, he said, "Be right back."

Coming back, Kino had stacked styrofoam containers.

"Well, I've got our picnic, courtesy of Joaquin and
Philippe. Shall we get on our way?"

Mehmet and Sean didn't want anything else to do with
food. Mario added he'd like to rest in the car, taking
the scenic route. Entering the limo, all four had been
sweating bullets, what with the effects the weather
had on them, plus the potent drinks.

"Oh man... this shirt is sticking to my skin... give
hands, Mario?"

There's nothing Mario enjoyed more than helping Sean
peel the sweat-soaked shirt off and over his head.
Mehmet sat in front with Kino, so the two had the back
of the limo all to themselves.

"Ooooh hot! Very hot!" Sean commented.

With Sean unbuttoning Mario's shirt, he gazed upon the
magnificent bod.

"Ooooh I love a hairy chest!"

Mario was in seventh heaven, before the shirt came
off, as Sean opened it wide and began licking away at
the hairy nineteen year olds chest. As his tongue
worked over Mario's nips, Sean had busied his hands
with Mario's belt.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the bottom!"

Right now neither paid attention to roles, nor names,
as Mario lay sprawled out on the wide back seat. With
only the one sofa-like seat, two chairs flanking the
sides of the lux vehicle, gave plenty of leg room to
stretch out. Both took advantage of it.


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8 Continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in...
'spread' happiness!