Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 10:23:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bradford Dean Bigelow <blockhead_54321@yahoo.com>
Subject: Writer's Block 18

The following story is a work of fiction set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas,in which the story is staged. If
sexual scenes 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real
life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got
condom?

"Writer's Block" 18
written By Bradford Dean Bigelow

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"It's not as bad as we thought!"

As soon as Chase and I walked in through the cabin
door, Tony, lying in bed next to Bobby, jabbered away.
Crawling from the bed, apologizing for almost crushing
Bobby's balls, with his knee, he paired up with Chase,
heading for the kitchen.

Their voices trailed away, as I heard Chase asking, "I
thought you and Bobby would have the dishes all done
by now, Tony!"

"Get real, Chase!"

Moving towards the bed, Bobby sitting there on the
edge, I questioned, "Somebody going to fill me in on
the big secret?"

"Yeah, sure Brad. C'mon, let's take a walk."

Exiting the cabin once more, I protested, "Not another
walk on the beach? My feet are burnt enough!"

"Did it feel good Brad?" Bobby asked, grinning an evil
smile.

"Yeah right, so what's this all about?"

"In good time," he replied.

Around the back of the cabin, facing the woods, Bobby
brought us to the front door of a small building.

"What's this?"

"To anybody else, it would resemble a gardener's
shed," Bobby replied.

"Yeah, but one problem with that Bobby?"

"Oh? And what would that be Brad?"

"Where's the garden?"

"Brilliant deduction. Enter."

After Bobby keyed the padlock and pushed open the
windowless shed, I tore through a couple of cobwebs,
before taking in the interior view.

"What tha?"

"Cool, huh?"

"It... it looks like a real, old-fashioned, medieval
torture rack!" I replied, feeling up the large wheel
on the side of it.

"That's because it is."

"Bill's into this?"

"You heard him yourself, Brad, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Hey, wait a minute Bobby. How did you know?
You weren't there when..... wait a minute."

I stood there with a smirk on my face, as Bobby
started giggling. I waited until his laughter died
down.

"Okay, you going to tell me the truth and nothing but
the truth, Bobby?"

"Yeah, okay, Brad. But here, lie down and take your
mind off of things while I explain it to you?" Bobby
asked of me, as he took a rag and wiped the rack off.

I didn't know why I was doing this. A couple of days
ago, I might have thought myself an insane individual,
putting my life on the line by hopping up on an old,
old table, with the apparatus for stretching out the
body. By now, I knew Bobby wouldn't take things to the
extremely. That is, I think I knew Bobby that well
enough!

"What do I do?"

"Nothing, Brad. Lie down on your back and I'll do the
rest."

"I don't know, Bobby!"

"Brad, you're shitting me, aren't you?"

Rolling my eyes, I lay down on the table. I let Bobby
place my left foot next to a leather restraining
device. He slipped it over my foot, to my ankle,
tightening it. Sliding my legs apart, he did the same
to my right ankle.

"Comfy?"

"No bad.... yet!"

Bobby smiled. I didn't know what to think, though I
wasn't at all nervous. Thinking the opposite, it
excited me. At least that's what the twitch in my cock
thought.
Reaching above my head, he dragged one arm up and
fastened it above my head. Then he did the same to the
other.

"Oh fuck!" Bobby yelled out.

When he went to turn the wheel, it made a sound, but
only budged a minute fraction of an inch. I laughed
out loudly.

"You wouldn't be laughing in a minute, boy!" He tried
to frighten me.

The more Bobby grunted, trying to move that wheel the
more hilarity I got out of it, laughing louder. He
especially tickled me, when he cursed, threatening me
with hellbent pain, my bones cracking and finally gave
up.

"Fuck!"

Silence set in for a few seconds.

Like I should be the one saying this, I replied,
"Sorry."

"Yeah, me too," Bobby replied, ordering, "Move over."

With my arms and legs still restrained, I shimmied my
torso to the side. Bobby, his back to me, hopped up
and sat on the edge.

"I take it that Bill hasn't used this place in a long
time, Bobby?"

"By the looks of the place, years."

"Have you ever... you know?"

"Used it? No. I mean, I've watched Bill play with guys
here."

"You have?"

"Sure. He's not into it serious. Only into wannabees
that want to fulfill their fantasies."

"Lot of guys like that?"

"Tons of them. Some for the sex, others that want
hardcore pain."

"Like me, Bobby?"

"You, Brad? You don't know what pain is."

"I thought it hurt when you bashed my balls in."

"Of taken fifty lashes, on the beach?"

I smiled. Time for some quality moments.

"Yeah. I know. Thanks for what you and Frank did for
me. If I'd known those guys meant business, I wouldn't
have rushed into playing with you... and them."

"Tony ever thank you?"

"Tony?"

"Yeah, if you hadn't come along, it would've been him
stretched out, taking the whipping."

"No, but wait'll I see him next!"

"Nah. Let's wait on that one, Brad."

"Why?"

"Make a nice Halloween joke, don't you think?"

"Like the hidden agenda you're keeping from me now?"

I figured it must've been the way I said it. Like I
had gotten horned up, wanting to see how it felt to
get stretched out on an old medievel torture rack,
Bobby had me stretched out to his own advantage. So,
taking advantage of me not able to protest, he leaned
over, placed one hand under my left pit and the other
to the right. His lips touched mine.

"Bobby, you're doing it again."

"Yeah, just a sec," he stated, before hopping off the
rack.

Turning around, Bobby climbed back up. He looked at my
face and then his eyes searched down, in between us,
looking for the reason I gazed down our bodies, as he
hovered over me, almost lying directly over my body.

"Hee.. heeee... you want it, don't you Bradford?"

I smiled. That was enough to convince Bobby that I did
indeed want to pleasure us both, with his cock in my
mouth.

The moment seemed to present itself, eyeing up that
beautiful chest of black hair, so I confessed, "You
know, Bobby, everytime I looked at you, I've wanted to
tear open your shirt and look at that hairy chest of
yours?"

"Oh, so the 'no tee shirt' and thin linen dress shirts
got you too, did they?"

"What?" I was shocked. "You.. You dressed like that on
purpose?"

"Yeah. Kind of a quirky thing with me. Hey, you're not
the only one who has lusted over seeing what lay
underneath the threads, Bradford!"

I resolved to replying, "Hmm..."

"But now that seeing me.. 'in the flesh'? Bet you want
to taste my chest, don't you Bradford?"

I smiled.

"Bet you want to lick my hairy chest, don't you?"

My smile grew.

"Bet your tongue is just aching to find my nips in all
this fur and suck on them, aren't they?"

His face was so close. Close to the touch. All I had
to do is raise my head, to reach those lips. Instead,
Bobby leaned forward, positioning the center of his
chest over my face. He most likely became his own
cum-driven man, talking up his cock, because as he
sank down to position his left pec over my mouth, his
cock began painting an abstract of it's own sort, on
my hairy stomach.

"Oooooooooh," I sighed, finding his nip and jabbing it
with my tongue.

Bobby was correct, in knowing all, telling all. I also
deduced he had a bit of masochism in himself. At
first, I tenderly licked around his nipmeat, but like
wanting his cock deeper inside my mouth, he wanted
more nip action, so pressed his chest farther, into my
face. Mighty strangely, I took his nipmeat in between
my teeth and bit down.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed out, but
at the same time pulled away.

I figured I'd get a slap or my balls squashed.

Instead, Bobby asked, "Why'd you let go?"

"Didn't it hurt you, Bobby?"

"No more than it would've hurt you, Brad."

"Bobby, you're freakin' me out here, you know that?"

"Brad, don't you get it?"

"Apparently not, Bobby."

"I let you take my cherry last night. Claim my ass and
you fuckin' don't get it?"

"I'm trying to absorb all this, Bobby."

"Dammit, Bradford! Here...."

Jumping off the table, he unfastened my hands quickly.

"Come over here."

I did an uneasy situp. Stretched out, with my arms
above my head, even though the torture rack failed,
made my arms sore. I couldn't imagine what they would
feel like if the wheel of fortune turned. I hopped
down from the table and followed Bobby over to the
other side of the room.

"Here."

He handed me a set of leather cuffs. I began putting
one over my right wrist.

"No, you dumb ass. Mine!"

"Your's, Bobby?"

"That's what I said."

"What for?"

"Just do it Brad?"

Things started to get obvious here. If he was going to
be the one wearing leather cuffs around his wrists,
then that would leave him to being the guy that
submitts. But to what I wondered. I slipped each cuff
on each wrist. He then lowered a chain from the
ceiling, til it hung about five feet from the floor.
Reaching up, Bobby connected each ring on the cuffs,
to the hook on the end of the chain.

"No, Bobby. What are you doing?"

"Just fuckin' do it, Brad!"

The decision weighed heavy on my mind.

He swung around, as I moved to yank on the chain.

"Do it, Brad, you coward!"

'Coward?' I said to myself. I knew he used it to
provoke me, but a coward I wasn't. I didn't get to be
a CEO, at twenty-five years of age, being a coward. I
took hold of the other end of the chain and gave a
pull. I suddenly got a flashback. About a week ago, in
the dungeon, Bobby had Frank almost jambing a buttplug
up Darryl's ass, with his boot heel. Hmm... maybe it'd
be time I helped Frank do some payback or even catch
Bobby at one of his own foxy games.  I hoisted Bobby
up, his arms shooting straight up towards the ceiling,
anchoring it.

"I don't know."

"Don't know what, Brad."

"Aren't you forgetting your manners, 'boy'?"

Smiling and a little out of place for Bobby, he
responded, "Yes, Sir?"

"That's better."

Things became even better, as I put my arms around him
and hugged him, my lips going to his lips. After we
broke, it dawned on me that I had Bobby right where I
wanted him. Maybe he thought about submitting to me,
but my lips and tongue wanted to takeover and torture
him all over. I sank down to my knees, my hands
traveling along the ridges of his hairy pecs, finding
something to hold on to,

"Oooooooooh," Bobby sighed, squirming, as I mashed his
nips and parted my lips.

"Guess I'm not the only ones, sensitive 'there', huh?"

"Depends on who's doing it, Brad..oooooooh!"

"Trying to make me feel special, Bobby?" I asked,
inbetween a lick here and lick there... here a lick..
there a lick... everywhere a lick.lick!

"You are special...oooooh... Brad.. I wouldn't let
anybody else touch me the way you touch me and make me
feel oooooooohhh."

"Hmm... the submissive side of Bobby Freeman, huh?"

"To only one special guy."

I wondered, backing off. Perhaps Bobby read my mind,
or had thoughts of his own.

Without me saying so, Bobby says to me, "Go ahead,
Brad. Do it. They're over there."

Bobby moved his head, motioning for me to go over to
the far wall. As I stare at the dusty straps, I felt
up several.

"Nah," I said.

"You've gotta do it, Brad."

"No, Bobby. I...I can't."

All I heard was a frustrating sigh. Frankly, I knew
how Bobby was feeling at this moment. Like myself, how
many years have I wanted an uninhibited top, master
type, to come along and play with my body? And when
Bobby tortured my balls, my nips, whipped me, then how
did I feel. Reaching out to the wall of straps, I
thought of how much Bobby wanted this, for whatever
satisfaction he would be deriving from it, for
whatever worth it meant to him that it was me behind
the strap.
He danced around on his tippee toes, with his back
facing me.

"Tie my legs out to the sides, Brad. There's loops in
the floor."

"Bobby, are you sure you want this?"

"It's not a question of wanting, Brad. I need it and I
need it to be you."

Well, at least part of my assumptions had been
correct. I squatted down, finding the almost hidden
metal loops in the floor. Standing, I stold the
leather cuffs I still had around my ankles and
fastened them to Bobby's ankles, then attached them to
each of the metal loops that lift out of the floor.

"Don't your wrists hurt, Bobby?"

He hung solely from his wrists, as his feet had now
been separated and stretched far apart.

"Just get on with it, Brad."

"Where?"

"All over. Ass, back, chest, stomach, pubes and don't
stop til you've given me a hundred."

"You're lucky I've gotten this far. I'm only giving
you ten."

"Coward!" he yelled back, in his own defense.

I smirked, saying to myself, 'Okay, let's get this
over and done with, once and for all, then!'

The first whack, I gave him across the ass.

"That sucked!" Bobby called out.

"Sucked, huh?" I replied.

I then remembered the lash I got across the shoulder
blades at the beach. I figured, 'This'll make him
change his tune!'

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Bobby cried
out, as the room rang out with a loud crack, echoing
through the room.

"Oh fuck, Bobby!" I through down the stupid strap.

Grabbing Bobby from the rear, I put my arms around
him, holding him in a bearhug. I could feel the heat
from that one lash searing across my chest. I reached
forward, loosening the slack on Bobby's wrists. As he
lowered, his ankle cuffs became disengaged in the
metal floor loops. While he steadied himself, I turned
round his body. I hugged Bobby, as if his life hung on
by a thread.

"Dammit, Bobby. What is this all about?"

"I....I need you Brad. I...I never want to lose you."

"And you're not going to, Bobby. Dammit, I claimed
your ass and nobody else better think about touching
it! Now let's get the fuck outta this dingy dump!"

I felt like Rhett Butler carrying Scarlett O'Hara all
the way back home, to Tara!

"What happened to you two?"

"What's wrong with Bobby?" Tony asked, all concerned.

"Stubbed my toe," Bobby replied.

Tony and Chase weren't dumb. In fact, maybe Bobby and
I had been the stupid ones. Bobby still donned the
wrists and ankle jewelry!

Chase-baby exclaimed, "Don't either of you set foot in
here, with that dirt all over you!"

Seems like the sight of jewelry, made them both
understand that neither of us had been in any dire
straights, even though I carried Bobby in the cabin
door.

"What do you mean, Chase-baby?"

"We've packed lunch... here the two of you haul this
ice chest of beer down to the beach."

"Ice chest? Beer only?" Bobby asks, recovering rather
quickly.

"Yes, seems like before we leave on our trip, we're
going to have time for a beach party."

"But," Bobby interrupts, "we're supposed to leave at
five?"

"Bill got a message to us," Tony states, "The flight
is at midnight, instead."

"Oh."

As Bobby carried one end of the beer and ice laden ice
chest, I carried the other.

"Those two make quite a couple, don't they, Brad?"

"Yeah. I wonder if they love each other like you and I
love each other?"

"I don't know, Brad. Could be."

"By the way, Bobby, you never filled me in on the big
secret."

"It's not that a big of a deal, Brad."

"Then, you mind telling me?"

"Hmm... don't know if I can trust you..oooooooowch!"

I dropped my end of the ice chest, almost making Bobby
fall onto the beach.

"Pull a muscle, Bobby?"

"No, I didn't pull a muscle, Bradford. What'd you do
that for?"

"I'm not moving until you tell me!"

Calling my bluff, I watched as Bobby sweat, trying to
pull the heavy ice chest along the beach. I even gave
him a tougher time, sitting down on the ice chest.

"You know you're impossible, Bradford!" Bobby said,
stopping his pace, trying to drag the ton of beer and
me.

"I know."

He sat down on the ice chest with me, our bare butts
smooshed together.

"The story goes like this. We can't return to where
we're living."

"What? Why not, Bobby?"

"Because Al Grogan will know."

"Well, won't he eventually find out where we live?"

"Yes, but by that time, maybe I'll have some force to
us against him."

"Force to use against him, huh?"

I laughed, as Bobby shooed my hand away from playing
with his buttcrack!

"I have a plan."

"Like I'm surprised, Bobby?"

"Well, the big secret is that while we're in Costa
Rica, our condo is being cleaned out."

"You mean like Chase-baby's and my stuff?"

"And Tony's and mine, Jeff Malone, Paco, Jordan,
Kevin, Frank, Kareem and all the other guys' stuff."

"Do you mean Al Grogan would stoop that low?"

"How well do you know Al Grogan, Brad?"

"Not at all. I could find out."

"Let me save you the trouble. He got his twenty grand
back from Jason, but it's not over until he gets twice
that."

"So how are you going to remedy that, Bobby?"

"Bradford, we are going to build a strong company and
then before Al Grogan knows what hits him, we're going
to rip Visual Tech out from under his feet."

"Wow! We are Bobby? Our company is going to be that
great?"

"It already is."

"Oh shit! Another secret?"

Bobby laughed. Then our boys showed up.

"Hey you two. Get your asses offa that!" Tony yelled
at us."

"Heeeeeeeeey, is this the beer? Us guys are thirsty!"

Mighty Kareem had showed up. Taking the ice chest of
beer in both his hands, he lifted it up, in front of
his chest.

"We've got it Kareem," I called out.

However, he walked right away, carrying it right in
front of his bare pecs.

"Here!"

"Yeah, here!"

Our boys slapped what they carried, right up against
our bodies and headed back to the cabin. We walked
towards we saw Kareem, in the distance.

"So, where are we going to live, Bobby?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know. You're having all us guys evicted
and.."

"Brad, can it?"

"But?"

"Brad, Bill and Chaz are working on it. Could be New
York, or Chicago, or might even be Honolulu."

"Honolulu, huh? Hmmm...I hear they have a lot of nice
hula boys there?"

Bobby laughed.

"Just don't stand there guys! Let's get this party
rockin'!" Kareem shouted, as a wave of guys came
running towards us.

Grabbing the gear we had, they continued past us,
relieving our boys of the grill and other necessities.
I bent down, to pick up Killer, his black fur all
sandy. From another direction, I got a hand up the
ass.

"Yikes!"

My Chase-baby laughed along with the others, saying,
"Miss me?"

Sure did miss my Chase-baby's special treatment of my
love chute!

"Hey Chase! Bradford, man! Come git with some
volleyball!"

"Looks like Chad is starting to fit in, nicely," I
commented to my Chase-baby, as we walked towards the
crowd that resembled a gay nudist colony.

"Hmm," came a swipe of his hand against my asscheeks,
"let's just make sure that Chad doesn't 'fit in' too
nicely?"

"Only one man works this ass!"

"Only one of us, Bradford?"

"Yeah, only one," I replied.

I knew his ears burned, wanting more explanation as to
what went on whenever Bobby and I had been together,
ever, in the distant and recent past.

"Oh?"

'Yep, he wanted it', I thought.

Instead of advancing to the volleyball game, which
continued, in progress, without us, we stopped and
walked to a log that seemed to be in limbo, fallen
down and become weather beaten for eons. It's soft
wood, as if sandpapered smooth didn't prick our asses,
when our butts met for discussion.

"Chase, how do you look at our relationship?"

As when Chase-baby became serious with me and he used
'Bradford', my deepened conversation reverted to a
more serious tone.

"The 1, 2, 3 of it is you, Tony and then Bobby."

"1, 2, 3?" I asked, sort of getting it, but wanting to
hear how he related to it.

"You're number one, of course, Bradford."

See what I mean, with the serious tone?

"I really love you lots, but I've grown fond of Tony.
Like you, he's kind, loving, caring, crazy at times,
sometimes an idiot, take charge other times, but
doesn't come close to you, other respects."

"Oh? And how would that be?"

"Don't get me wrong, Bradford. He's a great kisser and
all, like you, worships my body in bed, but you've got
a much tighter ass."

I laughed out loud, then responded, "I do, do I?"

"Yeah."

"So, that's the only reason you're distinguishing us
from number 1 and 2?"

"No and I'm sure there's unnamed reasons why you think
that Bobby is different from me?"

"You're right on the money there, Chase-baby. I mean,
don't get me wrong here, but I think a lot of this
reflects on the fact that I met you before I met
Bobby."

"So if I died today, he'd take up the slack?"

"Chase, don't you ever fuckin' say or think something
like that!"

I was actually pissed at his remark, would you believe
it?

"Yeah, okay. Sorry I said it."

"Makes me sick that you could even come up with
something like that."

"I know. I don't know why I said it. C'mon, Brad. Sit
back down here."

Looking down at my blond lover, I couldn't help but
not. Of course, he went and pushed all the right
buttons, to relax me. Reached his arm around behind my
back, from the left and then snuck his palm in between
my right arm, through my hairy pit and then had just
enough middle finger length left, to touch my nip.

"Feels nice, but we gotta talk, Chase-baby."

"Geesh! Must be serious, Brad, if you're turning down
a hot nip massage!"

"We've got to get this relationship thing straightened
out."

Instead of pussyfooting around, not in the sexual
sense, I lay it out on the table.

"Chase, I love you very much and have deep roots of
love for you. I'm not talking about anything sexual
here. I love you."

"I know you do, Brad and I understand your love for
Bobby and Tony."

"You do?"

"Yup. The way I see it, Bradford," my Chase-baby
seriously took on the subject, "is that you and Bobby
are madly in love. I don't see this as an infatuation
think, either. However, I do think it's more
superficial than what you and I have."

"You do?"

"Sure. I think for now, it's more sexual. You enjoy
each other sexually, but you also have caring
undertones, like the welfare of each other."

"You know what Bobby told me?"

"What?"

"That he's sort of had this crush on me since day one,
with the company."

"And you know what Tony told me?"

"What's that Chase-baby?"

"He told me that the only reason Bobby sought after a
position with the company was because of you!"

"That son-of-a-bitch! Why didn't he tell me that?"

"Bradford, calm down. Does it matter? You know where
Bobby's coming from now."

"The man is such a bundle of mystery."

"Yeah, well you don't expect him to open up all at
once, do you?"

"I don't know. It always seems like he has something
cooking up and then 'wham-bang-boom', he's springing
it on me!"

"And what about you, Brad?"

"What about me?"

"Have you hit Bobby with any of your 'wham-bang-boom's
yet?"

"Well, he did actually compliment me on something."

"Oh, and what was that pray tell?"

"The matching up of Juan Delgado and Darryl Jennings."

"Well, see that Brad?"

"See what?"

"He's putting his trust in you already. He thought you
did something good for the business."

"Yeah, one little thing."

"Oh, there's got to be other times, Brad. Bobby's
always talking about this 'rescuing' people. If he
didn't think you had hope, would he rescue you?"

"Rescue me? I don't need rescuing."

"You mean to tell me that you knew the company was
going to go through a take over, Brad?"

"No, but..."

"And that's why Bobby thought about you heading up a
company that he's going to sink millions of his own
dollars into and...."

"Millions? Of dollars?"

"Sure. You don't think he's going into this venture
with money from his piggybank, do you?"

"Bobby has millions?"

"Didn't he tell you that?"

"Nooooo. Told you he was full of secrets, Chase-baby."

"And like I told you Brad. Bobby will reveal to you,
what you need to know, when the time comes."

"Hmm... or my spies?"

"Spies, Brad?"

"Like you?"

"I'm not your spy, Bradford and I don't intend on
being that to you, however if the four of us are going
to be a family, we need to be honest with each other."

"Family? That sounds weird."

"Yeah, well, it's still you and me, Brad, Tony and
Bobby, but like you, I'm real close to Tony and can't
shake that feeling. Tell me it's any different with
you and Bobby."

"You're right, Chase-baby. I'm just thankful that you
can be that understanding."

"Don't forget that Bobby and Tony are part of this
relationship, too."

"So, are you going to have spies out on Bobby and me,
when we become official business partners?"

"Do I have to Brad? Think of it, I'm not going to have
to worry if you and Bobby go off on some business trip
and have sex together."

"Hee heeee.. yeah, I guess so."

"And the same should be true for you, Brad. When you
and Bobby are away, you two shouldn't worry that Tony
and I have each other and don't have to surf the
internet looking for a one night stand, even though I
have higher standards for that type of thing."

"Yeah, I think I like the idea of you having Tony,
Chase-baby. Does he feel the same about you?"

"Yes, but I don't think it would hurt if the four of
us relaxed one evening and talked out our
relationship."

"I think you should be a shrink or something,
Chase-baby."

"Why's that?"

"You seem to have all the answers."

"Nah. Concern maybe, but not all the answers. Down the
road I'm sure each of us will have some questions and
it's good that the four of us talk freely, open and
often about ourselves and each other."

"Then again, you ever think about going into gay
marriage counseling, Chase baby?"

"Nah. Don't think I'd be able to keep my cock in my
pants long enough!"


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