Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 14:01:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bradford Dean Bigelow <blockhead@bluessociety.net>
Subject: Writer's Block 06
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" 06
written By Bradford dean Bigelow
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"Hi Chase," Bobby greeted 'us', at the condo right next door.
I stood behind Chase, in my harness getup that he, not five
minutes ago, finished dressing me in. Looking to the right, the
left and downstairs, to the open courtyard, where the four
entrances to the condos below us met, had my eyes peeled for
anyone or any noise, like a door opening or closing. I could
tap Chase on the back with my fingertips, since my hands had
been tightly cuffed in from of me, with leather cuffs, if one
of the guys should happen to enter or exit. With the ballgag in
my mouth, which I hoped would come out for dinner, I couldn't
right out tell him to 'hurry it up and move along inside'.
Bobby, my 'right hand man' at work, stalled long enough
questioning what I already knew, the contents of Chase's
toybag, asking, "They're all brand new? A present for Bradford?
How sweet! Do you share your playtoys, Chase?"
He asked enough questions, to supply 'Family Feud' for years to
come. It's then I heard a loud thud. Looking over my shoulder
and down over the wrought iron railing, I spied Jim
Worthington, Adam's 51yo partner, whom always resembled a Texan
cowboy, tall and wearing a cowboy hat, sorting through his
mail, cursing out the price of electricity. I probably
shouldn't have, but in a fit of panic, pushed Chase, with my
hands, chest and every other part of my almost bare body,
forwards, inside. Like the domino effect, he crashed into Bobby
and I stood there, inside the door, having kicked it closed
with the heel of my bare foot, breathing rapidly, as best as I
could, through the red ballgag. I then thought to myself,
'Uh-oh', looking straight ahead and down. Bobby lay flat on his
ass, Chase squashing him, his ass moving, being propped up by
Chase's legs, beginning to react to getting up off of Bobby.
Either they could take it as a pleasant encounter or I was in
'deep shit'!
Of course, since Chase had clued me in to the formalities of
the evening, I wasn't at all surprised when Bobby, Master
Bobby, now that I was inside his and Tony's apartment, said,
not too friendly like, "Clumsy fuck!"
I know I 'embarrassed' Chase, not really, since this was
roleplaying, but still the same, he acted out something like I
had personally damaged his entire reputation.
"Oh man am I pissed at you, Bradford!" Then turning to Bobby,
he says, "I'm real sorry, Bobby. Could I make it up to you by
turning my boy over to you for punishment?"
The both of them! Their faces eviler than the wicked witch of
the west! Like I had rearended his Firebird or something,
Bobby... correction, Master Bobby, grabs Chase's bag of
goodies, and marches down the hallway, knowingly towards the
bedroom, since all of our condo's are nearly the same.
"Looks like we're in a heap of fun, Bradford," Chase said,
making it sound like I was headed towards the gates of hell.
'If this was the gates of hell, I'm all for entering it', I
toyed with my own thoughts. Being the deluxe block of condos,
our master bedrooms have double doors, entering the master
suite. Both doors had been open, but one remained blocked by
Tony's bare body, outstretched eagle-spread, as if hanging
spread on an 'x' frame. Like me, he had a ballgag in his mouth
and he tried smiling, looking me in the face. I wasn't sure,
but I might have shown a tinge of jealousy when Chase's hand
slapped him on the right side of his abs, the side of his jock
body closest to the door frame and slid it across his worked
out physique, to the other side and then unmanhandling Tony, as
he followed Master Bobby.
"Hmm, who's your decorators, Bobby?" I heard Chase ask.
As for me, my head circled the room, eyeing up a bedroom that
might have been the same size as Chase's and mine, but
definitely, not early American decor. More like 'early medieval
torture chamber'!
"We bought the lumber ourselves, Chase. Saved a fortune. Did
you know you can buy plans on the internet, for making your own
dungeon furniture?"
"No, I didn't Bobby," my Master Chase replied, adding, "Even
for this rack?"
"Yes," Master Bobby replied, and walking around the room,
pointed everything else out with his hand touching it, "even
this bondage table, this 'X' frame, this cabinet, which holds
so many toys, you wouldn't believe it, Chase. Here, take a
look."
Now I know where Master Bobby was spending that raise he got!
He unfolded the double doors, which must've had hinges of
steel. One of the huge four panels held an assortment of
straps. Some looked harmless, but others looked like they could
lacerate. On the bottom of the whips, strap, floggers and
quirts, wooden paddles hung by their handles. Another panel
contained narrow ledges. On these shelves, buttplugs stood, all
sizes, tall and round, standing on the flat part that stuck out
of a guy's ass. I think I saw one or two wider than the one my
Master Chase showed me. Then Master Bobby picked up a buttplug,
explaining it wouldn't fit on the door. 'No shit, Sherlock', I
thought about Master Bobby's comment. It looked to be as wide
as a gallon paint can. Continuing the tour of cabinet, he
showed my Master Chase so many nip toys that I couldn't begin
to count, but I'm sure my cock didn't care either, throbbing,
at each of Master Bobby's description. Nothing else stood out
as unusual, the collection containing toys for torturing cock
and balls, restraints for untold positioning and of course a
whole draw full of candles of different sizes, thin, thick, one
special kind that Master Bobby explained to my Master Chase
that was made especially for turning a boy's navel into a
candleholder. Even that turned me on, as I looked down my
stomach, eyeing up my hairy indentation.
"Look, Chase."
"What, Bobby?"
"Your boy has an interest in this candle."
"Oh, Brad's navel is too small for that candle. Look at the
size of the base of it, Bobby."
"Then let me show you these."
Master Bobby pushed the candle draw close, still holding the
'bellyhole candle', opening the drawer under it.
"Looks like a bunch of dowel sticks."
"That's what they are, Chase. I had Tony saw some up, of
different thicknesses." He then picked out one, measuring it to
the base of the candle, then trading it for another, of the
same thickness.
"Looks like you know your dowel sticks, Bobby."
"This is the one we work up to. C'mon. Let me show you."
I watched the two masters walk the floor, from the floor to
ceiling cabinet, over to where I stood. Master Bobby held the
dowel stick, while my Master Chase had the candle in his hand.
Neither looked me in the face. Instead, like me, my
concentration was now on my stomach. If the bottom part of my
body harness wasn't strangling the base of my cock and balls,
I'm sure I would be on the floor, licking up the gooey mess.
Instead, I could tell the reservoir was building and even
though I found it hard to see, from this position, plus the
leather hardware around my cock, I'm sure my balls had the look
of bursting at the seams of their sacs.
"No way that's going to fit in Brad's navel, Bobby."
"I know. That's what I wanted to show you, Chase."
All the rounded end of the dowel stick had to do, is to touch
my hairy bellyhole. From this day forward, it would definitely
have to be listed as one of my 'turn ons', but then again,
that's how most of my body registered to toys or bare hands.
My soft reverie broke, when my Master Chase asked, "Why is one
end rounded and the other end flat, Bobby?"
"Oh that. I had Tony chisel and sandpaper one end of each dowel
stick. If I use it in his navel, the rounded end goes in. I
think it's more 'environmentally friendly', to the inside of
Tony's body. I mean he told me that the flat end felt highly
erotic and seemed to hurt more, but I'd rather play it safe
than sorry."
"Right."
"Then again, Chase, if I use two dowel sticks on Tony's nips,
the flat ends are okay."
"You use the dowel sticks on Tony's nips? How?"
"Oh, there's lots of ways. Want to see?"
"Sure. Here, do it to Brad, why don't you?"
Now this definitely stirred my loins, not even knowing in which
way Master Bobby planned on torturing my nips with two dowel
sticks. They stood over at the draw, discussing different ones
for what seemed like eternity. All I could think about is
feeling my nips being worked over painfully or pleasurably.
Didn't matter which, since both translated to erotic pleasure.
"Bring Bradford over here, Chase."
Master Bobby sure was getting his digs in, humiliating me.
Around the block of condos, all of the guys, including my
Master Chase and he, called me 'Brad'. Bradford, he reserved
for the office, like everybody there called me. It's like he
was using the latter, more formal namesake to cause me
humiliation. I resented it, too. I wasn't at the office. I was
at home.
I looked up, as my Master Chase did, as Bobby pointed out,
"Uncuff 'Bradford' and cuff one of his wrists to that ring,"
the one hanging from a crossboard on the wall, that ran what
seemed like the length of the room, but didn't.
"Looks like we're going to stretch him out kind of wide,
Bobby."
"Oh, the width of the rings is versatile, Chase."
'Whew!', I thought. Good thing of I'd have to have the sleeves
on my party tux lengthened, after tonight!
"I see. There's a locking mechanism here. How ingenious!"
"That's my boy, Tony. His idea."
"Really? I thought you got these plans from the internet,
Bobby?"
"We did. But, like lots of things, you have to modify them."
Then, as if to get his 'digs' in, Master Bobby says, "I don't
know about Bradford here, but at least my boy Tony shows he has
a brain!"
My Master Chase looked over to me, knowing that if I wasn't in
bondage, literally my balls-to-the-wall, that I might have
thought of bouncing Master Bobby off-the-walls!
"I'm curious to how far apart Brad's arms are bound, Bobby?"
"Well, I had Tony install the metal rings eight feet apart and
we've had to bring them together about two feet, plus some, so
I'd guess about five and half feet, Chase."
"Yeah, looks about right. How come you had Tony make them eight
feet apart?"
"In case we have a taller playmate over or a boy hanging by his
ankles."
"Ankles? Cool."
I hope he wasn't getting any ideas of his own. I think, the
blood rushing to my head, would give me a headache. Then again,
whatever rushed to my cockhead, told me something different!
"So, Chase, do you want to start torturing Bradford's nips with
the dowel sticks? We can do his navel at the same time."
I thought about it. There's no room between my chest and the
wall, to place dowel sticks. I mean, that rounded edge dowel
stick Master Bobby had in his hand, might fit, in my navel, if
I backed away from the wall, but no way would a dowel stick
fit, with my chest plastered against the wall.
"Whatever you want to do Bobby. After all, aren't we both still
extremely angry at Bradford, for causing us all that anguish?"
That's my Chase! Always on top of the crime and the punishment!
"C'mon, Chase. Let's pick out the dowel sticks."
'Rats!' I couldn't see what they did, however soon I knew my
cock would be throbbing for release, like it didn't, since we
stood outside Tony's and Bobby's condo entrance. I couldn't see
the masters, but I could see Tony's back, as he stood almost on
his tippee toes, his back to me. Looks like the two of them
have been having a lot of fun. Tony's back looked like they had
some fresh stripes added. What really drew my attention, was
trying to guess what in the hell stuck out of his ass. 'Must be
a buttplug', I immediately thought. However, I didn't have too
much time to make a conclusion, when I felt a hand on each of
my nips.
"Oooooooooohh!" I groaned, looking to one side, then the other.
Master Bobby stood to my right, my Master Chase, to my left.
Each had a dowel stick in one hand. I thought, 'no way is my
body far enough from the wall, to insert that in the middle of
my nip and position the other end against the wall, as was
described.
"Okay, Chase. Loosen his wrist cuff along the track."
'Whew!' I thought.
"How come we didn't start out like that, Bobby?"
"What and deprive Bradford of the mental torture?"
At least I derived one pleasure of satisfaction from Master
Bobby. One had to think, in order to supply torture to the
mentality. It showed he thought I had a brain. 'Ha-ha on him'!
"This enough slack, Bobby?"
"Yes, Chase. We can take up the slack later, if we see that
it's not hurting Bradford enough."
I almost commented on the true, sadistic nature of my right
hand man, when I suddenly caught those sexy glasses on that
handsome face, then made the extra mistake of being able to
feel up that hairy chest with my eyes, right on down the
stomach trail, the tight fuzzy stripe tucking into that tight
indentation and then tucking into the leather chaps. Like I had
thought about my Master Chase often, as he played roughly with
my body, I shouted out, inside my mind, 'Yeah, torture me!
Torture me!'
"Now grab Bradford under the pits and pull his body away from
the wall."
If I'd known that my partner would be providing the sweet
gripping of his hands on my body, I would have begged outside
of my head. It wasn't his hands, that made me think of begging
Master Bobby to take all the time in the world, but my Master
Chase's throbbing codpiece that pressed into my ass crevice,
causing a chain reaction straight through, to the front of my
body. Then I knew the channels that churned up that goo must've
been on 'clog status', as Master Bobby pressed each flat end of
the dowel sticks into my nips. Like it wasn't only the fact
that the rounded pieces of wood felt so fucking hot, against me
nips, but Master Bobby had to turn each, grinding them into my
nipmeat, as he positioned the other end against the wall,
parallel to the floor.
"Okay, now it's your choice, Chase. Slowly let go or all at
once, let the pressure of Bradford's body drive the dowel
sticks into his pecs."
Being my Master Chase's first time, experimenting with driving
rounded dowel sticks, the same circumference as my nips, maybe
the size of quarters, into my chest, as my body pressure
increased, against the wall, but he was slow as molasses, which
I kind of sensed that I should be very grateful.
"Which way does Tony take it, Bobby?"
"I started out like you, Chase, but now I let go. He likes it
either way, as long as it hurts real good. As soon as you have
total pressure on his nips, we'll do Bradford's navel and then
we can have some fun with Tony, as Bradford is enjoying
himself."
"Cool!"
'Cool'? My Master Chase didn't know what 'cool' was, not being
on the receiving end of the benefits of the torturing dowel
sticks. I wondered if Tony liked the erotic feeling as much as
myself, having the two dowel sticks press into my pecs. Of
course, when Master Bobby inserted one into my navel, not the
fat one he had before, but a much more slender, realistic dowel
stick that would stretch the inner circumference of my navel,
molding it into a 'candleholder', well that really drove me
wild.
"Are those groans of pain or pleasure, Bobby?"
"Hmm, as much as I'd like to see what Bradford here can take, I
think it's too much for him, Chase."
I can't believe it! Bobby Freeman has a real heart in that
chest of his? He can feel sentiment? I've got to stop going on
my first instincts with people!
So, Chase, 'handled' the problem, grabbing me under my now,
steamy pits.
"Gross!"
"Yeah, that's the way Tony got too. In fact, Tony gets so hot,
at being tortured, that he sweats like he's in a sauna, Chase."
I saw stars, throwing my head back, squinting my eyes,
receiving the same feelings, as if rope burns on my hands. The
ballgag prevented me from screaming out loudly, but as Master
Bobby guessed, it did seem 'too much' pain for me to endure.
"Can we leave the dowel stick in his navel, Bobby?"
"Yeah. No sweat, Chase. I think Bradford's liking it a lot,
too!"
Master Bobby was right on the mark with that one. In fact, like
I've already found out, as well as my Master Chase,
I'm not sure how long I stayed in that position, with only my
big toes touching the floor. I think it had been long enough
for Master Bobby to give my Master Chase a lecture in
'Buttplugs 101', utilizing Tony's ass as the proving ground.
To get the full effect of it's victims resound, they had
removed Tony's ballgag. The whimper escaping from Tony's mouth,
told me that a full ass was one of his forte's.
"You didn't start with that size, did you Bobby?" I heard Chase
exclaim.
Turning my head, with the dowel stick lodged in my navel,
hurt/felt great. That maneuver, a little trickier, than without
the attachment of my stomach, to the wall via the dowel stick,
cut down on the vantage point of being able to view Tony's ass
and what the two played with. However, one quick glance,
afforded me the view of Bobby holding this 'black thing',
standing tall on his flat hand.
"Oh no, Chase. I started with some small dildos and then hit te
buttplugs. However, I'm finding that anything I put to my
Tony's ass, he thrives on pressing his ass back onto."
"That includes your cock?"
"Need you ass, Chase?"
The two laughed.
I was shocked a bit, with wonder, as I heard Bobby ask, "Care
to take a stab at Tony's chute, Chase?"
'He wouldn't dare!'
He didn't, replying to Bobby, "Oh no, Bobby. There's only one
ass that I prefer to fuck."
I felt eyes on my body, even though I didn't try to turn and
look. Like Tony though, I found myself trying to move my
stomach around, as the moving of the dowel stick in my navel,
felt highly erotic!
"Are we ready to eat?"
Now that perked my interest! I listened and glanced back, as I
heard them release Tony from his bondage. Then, before I sensed
or knew it, the three of them stood around me.
"How do we undo Brad, Bobby?"
Bobby replied, "Tony, why don't you grab Bradford around the
middle?"
Oh man... those hairy, Italian, nineteen year old, jock
forearms threaded in between me and the walls and then I felt
them up, as they enclosed around my stomach, above the dowel
stick.
"Hey, will you look at that, Bobby?"
"Yeah, sure, Chase," I heard Bobby reply and since I couldn't
see, went on what they said, as Tony's bellyhug pulled me away
from the wall, "that's the dowel stick stretching Bradford's
navel. After a few more times, that candle will fit in with no
problem."
"You mean, soon Brad's navel will be a 'candleholder'?"
"If we keep doing this. Here," Bobby replied, taking the end of
the dowel stick, that end that came away from the wall, as the
impaled end stayed, hanging from out of my bellyhole, "why
don't you take this along home with you. Then from time to time
use it on his navel."
When Bobby plucked the dowel stick from my navel, it didn't
make a sound, like a plunger or anything, but I think I got the
gist of how 'the toilet' felt!
"Tony, why don't you take care of taking Master Chase's 'bitch'
out of his bondage. C'mon Chase."
"Yes, Sir," Tony reported to the little weasel.
I didn't hear either of the two masters mention the ballgag in
my mouth, but Tony took it out and began talking freely to me.
"Like it, Brad?"
"Um, are we allowed to talk, Tony?"
After chuckling, he replied, "Oh, we're done with the fun and
games for now."
"But neither of our lovers mentioned anything, Tony."
"I know, but our fun and games are only played in this room."
"Oh. I didn't know that. So, the roleplaying is only in here?"
"Yeah. Bobby and I figured that we didn't want anyone else to
know that we have this kind of kinky, erotic fun, so we decided
to play it safe and discreet. Keep it in a small play area."
As Tony began dismantling the restraints, reaching to my right,
to release the leather cuff, his hairy chest, stomach and pubes
touched my back, ass and thighs. Felt nice! I don't think he
was trying to come on to me or anything.
"I didn't quite get the picture of that buttplug that was up
your ass, Tony."
"Oh, here. Take a look, Brad. I have to wash it off, anyway,
before we eat."
I followed Tony into the jon, He whistled, tossing the buttplug
in the air, catching it, as if toying with a football, carrying
it from the field to the lockerroom.
"I'll wash it off with soap and water now. Later I'll boil it
in water."
"Keep everything nice and squeaky clean, huh?"
"Oh yeah. Bobby taught me how to keep everything sanitary, even
though the buttplug is mine."
"Your's, Tony?"
"Yeah. There's toys that Bobby will only use on me. He says
that if ever another guy comes to play with us, they have to
bring their own toys."
"Oh, so that's why Chase brought 'my bag' of toys?"
"Yeah. Most likely Bobby said something to him."
Now, from the corner of the door, as if none of this ever took
place, Bobby appears, a kitchen apron and a pair of jeans,
replacing his leather gear.
Cheerfully he states, "Dinner will be ready in five minutes
guys!"
After he disappeared, I asked Tony, "What happened to 'Mr.
Evil'?"
"Oh, that's the 'roleplaying' Bobby. Isn't he great?"
"Yeah. It's amazing that he can turn 'it' on and off so easy."
"I understand that's how it was with you and he, in the office,
Brad?"
"I thought he was going to keep it a secret!"
"Yeah, but you're forgetting one thing, Brad."
"What's that Tony?"
"Bobby and I are lovers. We don't keep secrets from each other.
Isn't that how it is with you and Chase or aren't you too up to
that yet?"
I thought briefly of what Tony shared. Yeah, we are like that.
It amazed me that Bobby and Tony had progressed to that stage,
in such a short time. I also pondered another question.
"Y'know Tony?"
"What's that Brad?" He asked me back, wiping the buttplug with
a paper towel.
"I was under the impression that the reason you and Bobby met
was solely over the bdsm play, but from what you've told me,
sounds like it's more than that?"
"Let me fill you in on something, Brad," Tony began saying, as
we walked the buttplug back to it's home, "in the little time
I've known Bobby, I've done a lot of growing up. I'm not the
Italian jock that I used to be."
"How so, Tony?"
"Well, living with Akeno and Kareem, I felt like part of the
college scene, partying and what not. Bobby has goals in life.
I never had any, except to get through college and that didn't
mean getting terrific grades. I mean, I was willing to just
have that piece of paper. No, Bobby has made it clear that I
have to ascribe myself to whatever endeavors I apply myself to.
To achieve and do the best I can. The man has really changed me
and I'm forever grateful."
"Hmm, I didn't know Bobby could have that type of influence on
a person."
"Yeah, well that's what he's like. But I'll tell you something
else, Brad. I don't know if you've sensed it or not, but Bobby
is the most generous, loving, romantic, down-to-earth...
sweetheart, that ever walked this earth."
Tony's description blew me away. On the contrary, that's not
how I pictured Bobby, in my mind, at all. Two words,
specifically never phased me about Bobby, 'loving' and
'romantic'. All I ever pictured Bobby as, whether at home or at
our place of employment, is a businesslike ogre. I decided that
I would have to pay more attention to Bobby at work. Could it
be possible that I only looked at him, in respects to being
related to the way he treated me, as part of Chase's 'get even'
plan? I began right away, to do some soul searching, to give
Bobby another chance.
"Are you okay, Brad? How's the navel?"
"Fine Chase-baby."
Tony excused himself, leaving me and my lover.
"I think you should put some clothes on, Brad."
"But all I have is the harness, I came in, Chase."
"No. I packed some clothes for you, in the toy bag."
"How toughtful."
Not only did my lover take the extra sack of clothes out of the
toybag, but helped me remove the harness.
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiih! Gnnnnhhh! Ohhhhh wow!"
"What do you expect, Blockhead? That harness had been
strangling your cock and balls for the better part of almost
two hours!"
"Whew!"
"Too much for you, Brad?"
"Oh no. Not in the least, Chase-baby. I.. I just feel like I
want to shoot my wad!"
"Can you save it for.... later, Brad?"
I couldn't turn my Chase-baby down, after the insinuation. He
held up the shirt, for me to feed my arms into the sleeves,
then reached around from the back and as if buttoning up the
shirt, in front of his own chest, he buttoned me up.
"Oops! One off, Chase-baby!"
"Fix it yourself, Blockhead!"
I laughed along with him, as we both walked the hallway,
heading for the diningroom. The four of us shared a wonderful
evening, drinking wine, putting away a most delicious dish,
concocted of a rank of lamb and some type of blueberry sauce.
"Thank you for the recipe, Chase."
"No problem, Bobby. There's plenty of recipes in the blueberry
cookbook, when you're ready to try something else."
While Chase and Bobby talked 'Martha Stewart', or more precise,
'Linda Dannenberg', referring to the 'True Blueberry' cookbook,
Tony and I talked 'bdsm' shop.
"Yeah, I can almost get the candle in my navel. Look, I'll show
you Brad."
"Um, Tony? You're at the table?" Brad but in, excusing himself
for interrupting the conversation with Chase.
It disturbed me too, as Brad broke into our conversation, as
Tony had blown out one of the candles, extracted it from the
glass candleholder, held his buttoned shirt up and jabbed his
navel with the bottom of the candle. It made my loins stir, to
say the least.
"Sorry, Bobby. I apologize, Chase."
"No problem, Bobby."
His last comment of atonement, came as a surprise, as well,
"Sorry 'bout that, Brad," he said, lighting the candle and
putting it back in it's holder.
Bobby went on to say, "I don't know about these college jocks.
No refinement, whatsoever!"
"Like you haven't been there, Bobby?"
I joked, kidded, tried to be funny, however that's not the
reply that came back to me.
"No, Bradford!" Bobby said seriously. "I was 'never' like that
in college."
Chase looked up at me, wiping his lips with the linen napkin,
giving me some type of 'eye body language'.
"Oh, well sorry Bobby. I didn't mean anything by it."
"That's the problem with the world, Bradford. People are always
stereotyping others, instead of finding out them. You know
we're all different?"
I got another look from Chase, but I was already way ahead of
both of them. After Tony's revelation to me, in the jon, I had
already committed my next time at the office, to observing
Bobby and how he reacted with the other employees. Something
had given me the incentitive to find out what 'made Bobby
tick'. I had also mentioned to Tony something about his
relationship with Bobby and mistakenly had thought about it
only being based on their bdsm play. I now found out for sure
that that wasn't the case.
Tony comes out with, "Um, Bobby, I think you're coming on a
little strong here, with Brad. How about cutting him a break?"
"You're right, Tony," Bobby replied, smiling, then saying to
me, "Sorry Brad. I did speak a little too quickly."
Another look from Chase, had me telling Bobby to forget it.
The rest of our evening went on very nonchallantly. After the
main meal, we had dessert, stood in the livingroom, had
apertifs, danced alittle to the slow music. When Tony switched
to some BeeGee's disco CD's, he cut in on Chase and he and I
did some John Travolta moves to 'Stayin' Alive' and 'Jive
Talkin'. It had to me after midnight before Chase and I
departed, as Tony and Bobby stood outside on the balcony,
wishing us a good evening, even though we lived a feet down the
hallway, next door.
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continued.........
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