Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 11:36:05 -0800 (PST) From: survivalgame <survivalgame@yahoo.com> Subject: A 'Nature Walk' Christmas eleven 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 depict, nor 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. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom? "A 'Nature Walk' Christmas" eleven wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Hands on his hips, Jacq stood there, in the couple's bedroom. Next to him, Sean stood. Bowed down in front, twenty-nine year old Detective Wayne Miller knelt, licking the nineteen year olds cock. "Mmmm, that feels great!" "Better than me?" Jacq asked, maybe with a tinge of jealousy. "Tough to compare. Why don't you get down there so I can compare!" "Me? Stoop to his level?" As Jacq had sensed in Sean, entering the dungeon perimeter, the same could be said for the role reversal. Sean could see that Jacq wanted to service him, along with Detective Miller. "Get on your knees boy, before I take a paddle to yer fanny!" Sean playacted the `meanie' top. "Y-y-y-yes sir!" Jacq said, saluting. "Ya got me like shakin' in my boots, sir!" Sean couldn't help but smile at Jacq's antics, however he was drawn back to the reality of a hot tongue grilling his shish-kebab, as Wayne rounded the outside of his 8c barrel. As Jacq's knees hit bottom, he nudged against Wayne, who hogged the cock for himself. "Now boys, there's plenty for both of ya's. And you, Wayne," Sean said like a professional dominator. Enough that he got the response, "Yes, sir?" "Get used to sharing!' "Yes, sir." Walking on his knees, Wayne moved so that Jacq could get his head close enough to Sean's pubes. "Oooooooooooooooooooh fuck!" Sean cried out, as each side of his cock began to feel the sensations of a tongue on each flank. "Speaking of which?" Jacq broke away to question. "Speaking of what? I didn't say anything." "You didn't say fuck?" Jacq questioned Sean. "Yeah, I guess I did. What about it?" "That's what I'm wondering." "Hmm... I guess I'll let you fuck Wayne, as I fuck you or maybe I'll want to take his cherry myself!" "Um, fuck me? Take my cherry?" What a dummy! For taking his lips away from the teen cock, he lost it to Jacq's total control. "Heeeey.... Give me some of that!" With Sean's rod at the back of his throat, all the thirty-two year old shrink could gather is a faint smile. He slapped Wayne's hand, as the detective tried putting it between Sean's pubes and Jacq's hogging lips. "What's going on down there?" Sean inquires, hands on his hips. Bending over, Jacq still holding dominion over his lover's hard shaft, his lover looks to Wayne, as the instigator of the trouble. "So? He's sucking my cock. You act like there's no place else on my body that can get pleasure from a tongue, Wayne?" "Um, well, with your cock stuffed in his throat, Jacq's chin is pressing up against your balls. How am I even supposed to get in there?" "There's always my ass," Sean highly suggests. "Your ass?" Miller inquires, skeptical. "Sure. No reason what you can't get your tongue in there deep and give me some pleasuring, Wayne." "Let me get this straight. You want me to touch my tongue to your ass?" "I think I said what I thought I said was that. Wasn't it, Jacq?" Answering Sean's question, Jacq made a low, guttural grunt, that signified `yup'. In the mean time, Wayne walked on his knees, around Sean's body, positioning himself directly behind the nineteen year old. Unknowing to Wayne, Sean could see what was happening, behind himself, in the mirror's reflection. "I can't believe a slut like you, Miller, hasn't rimmed ass before." "Haven't licked ass? I haven't even heard of doing it before. Sounds gross." "Get over it and get your tongue working, before you get me totally impatient!" The twenty-nine year old detective sat there on his knees, eyeing up the fine coating of hair that covered Sean's ass. "I suppose if I don't help you out, you'll never get started," Sean said to Wayne, placing his hands on each ass cheek and pulling them apart. Wayne gulped, when the division pointed out to him that in the ass crevice, the hair was so profuse, that it seemed to obscure the hole. "Ugh. You... want... me... to stick my tongue in there?" Wayne asks, crinkling up his nose. With an inkling of mischief on his brain, Jacq reaches around Sean, locks his hands behind Wayne's head and pulls him towards Sean. "What tha....." Before Wayne can register what's happening to him, the middle of his face is pressed into Sean's ass crevice. "Hey, thanks!" Sean replies to Jacq's `help'. As a means to say `you're welcome', Jacq presses Sean's cock down his throat, also the action derived from still forcing Wayne's face into Sean's ass. Jacq's headlock is so strong that Wayne can't break free. As the saying goes, `if you can't beatem, joinem', so that's exactly what Wayne does. His tongue slowly slithers over his lips. Wayne, for the first time, feels a man's asshair on the tip of his tongue. Instead of a repulsive taste, actually thinking he'd be tasting human waste, Wayne discovers the man taste. Sean says to Jacq, "Okay, you can let go. He's hooked!" Breaking off from his cock sucking, Jacq removes the 8c long enough to say, "'Bout time you came `round, Miller!" An sudden action, tells Sean that Wayne is really getting into rimming his ass, as a pair of hands replace his own, in pulling apart his ass cheeks. "Ooooooh yeah!" Sean gasps, arching his back, as he feels the double pleasuring. >From the front, Sean is pleasured by his cock slowly slipping down Jacq's throat. As he presses forwards, Wayne's tongue follows, as the tip of the mouth tool penetrates his ass rim, trying to get in deeper. "Why don't you go lube up Wayne's ass for me, Jacq?" "Huh?" "Wayne's ass? You're going to fuck him?" "Yeah. Figure that while you're fucking mine, I could fuck him. If I'm getting my signals correct here, I have this feeling that Wayne is growing on us both." Suddenly Sean feels Wayne's tongue disengage. "What's this?" "I think what Sean is trying to say is that he wants to claim your ass for our lair." "Claim my ass? For his lair?" "Yeah," Jacq goes on to explain, "you said you didn't have anybody else, right?" "I still don't get it." Sean takes a hand at explaining, "It's like this, Wayne. Jacq and I have decided that we like you too much to let you go." "Still don't get it." Jacq steps in, "When I was untying you, you complained about the crappy apartment you live in, right?" "Yeah. The place sucks. So?" A suggestion arises from Sean, "Hmm, we might have to invest in a bigger bed, Jacq honey." "Make a nice Christmas present for the three of us." Then it dawns on the detective, "Wait! You're talking about me sleeping here?" "Sure took you long enough, Wayne," Sean says sarcastically. Adding to Wayne's assumptions, Jacq replies, "Yeah, but don't think that when you move in that you're going to bring all that crap from your apartment!" "Move in?" "Sure. What do you think Jacq means? You think we're going to let you sleep in the bed, like a registered guest?" "Wow! You guys move fast." "So, Wayne, you going to let Sean claim your ass?" "Why Sean? Why not you, Jacq?" Looking up at Sean, Jacq says, "Sean, don't get pissed. Don't be insulted. The man is ignorant of the facts." "Insulted? Did I? Ignorant of what facts?" Jacq and Sean looked at each other, then smiled. "Come on guys. Give me a break here. It's not like I've though of myself as being gay all my life!" "If you weren't gay, then what did you think you were, Wayne?" Jacq inquires, as if trying to derive info from a patient. "I don't know. I liked men a lot, but didn't want to show it." "Closeted," Sean fills in the blank. "But you didn't have any problem coming out to me, in the dungeon this morning, Wayne." "Hey, gotta take a leak. Explain it to him, Jacq, okay? I'm going to get some lunch." "No problem." As Sean makes his way to the jon, Jacq invites Wayne into their bed. "What's this?" "I thought you and I should have a friendly chat, Wayne." "Lying in bed?" "Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" Eyeing up the man almost his own age, three years older, Wayne stops for a moment to take in the black-haired chest, the defined trail running through the hairy stomach, swirling around the deep navel, almost hidden by the amount of black hair, then the trail leading to the thick bush, the 8.5c shaft hanging over the hairy balls. He licks his lips. "Um, what about Sean?" "Sean? He's taking a piss, then he'll make himself some lunch. Maybe he'll sit down and watch the game of come up and join us." "And us?" "Us?" Jacq replies. He let his actions speak louder than words. They both knelt on the floor. Jacq rose up. He took Wayne's hand. "C'mon. Let's get better acquainted, Wayne," Jacq told him, offering his hand to help him up. % As if the leader of the pack, Matty dealt out the dos and don'ts, as they rolled along the countryside, kids packed between the doors of the SUV, heading for the church. "What if we see something we want to snack on, Matty?" Addressing Philip's question, Matty tells them, "If I catch any of you little squirts... or older squirts, for that matter, opening anything, I'm gonna....gonna sic Chad on ya's!" Such is the demeanor of the caring, happy-go-lucky brother, he gets comments like; "Oh, like I'm really scared!" "Do you mean by himself or with the Army as backup?" "Chad? The same Chad, as my brother Chad? Ha ha ha ha haaaa!" However, when they pulled up to the church, there wasn't one of the boys whom didn't ask Chad if he needed help getting out of the SUV or up the slick church steps, or into the foyer of the hall. "You need help getting your boots off, Chad?" "Sure. Nice of you to ask, Aidan." "Hey, Matty," Aidan calls out, "Chad needs help getting his boots off!" "Thanks Aidan," Chad replies, as the twelve year old scurries off to join the other boys with Terence Beethoven and the Pastor. "Looks like you've lost all your friends, Preppy?" "I can't blame them. At least they're all willing to come and help out." "You know how they all treat Terence like he's their big brother, Preppy." "I know. I wonder why a hot looking guy like Terence can't hold on to a guy?" "Did it ever occur to you, Preppy, that maybe Terence doesn't want to get tied down yet?" "Like you used to tie Sean down, you mean?" "Hey, we only did that a couple of times and that's all there was, was tying him to the bed. My cow is dead, so don't give me your bull!" "Sorrrrrrrrry! I didn't know you could be so touchy on the subject, Matty." "No. It's okay." Chad didn't say anything more about it, but the way Matty tore away feverishly at his boot laces, he knew that it involved more. "Terry, you look good with your beard like that!" "Thanks Denis." "How long did it take you to grow it?" "Um, why don't I fill the guys in on the food baskets first, Denis, then we can talk grooming tips?" "Yeah. Sure Terry." Walking up to a pallet of boxed corn, Terence explains, "Okay guys. You open a box and..." "I don't think I can open a box," Philip tells him, right off the bat. "Alright, Denis will open the box and you smaller guys take an armful of canned corn. You walk around to the tables that are set up, with the boxes and put one can of corn in each." "Um, what do I use to open the box, Terry?" Denis asks. "Here's a case cutter." "I've never used one before." Denis' fourteen year old brother warns, "Don't slip and cut off your dick!" They all laugh. "Or I might slip and cut off your balls," Eric Clark states, in an act of rebuttal. "Alright. That's enough of that stuff," Terence Beethoven tells them. "Remember that even though you're not in the steeple part of the church, that this `is' a church!" He knew it to be a stupid reason, but found them all falling for it! "Here, let me show you how to cut that case, Denis." The red-haired gym teacher, from WRHS and part time church employee, motions for the sixteen year old to stand in front of him. With his chest to Denis' back begins the tutoring. "Are you left handed or right handed?" "Right." "Okay, so put the case cutter in your right hand." Matty leans over and whispers in Terence's ear, "You're taking more than your life in your hands!" Terence replies, "Say a quick prayer for me, huh?" Leaning over, his chest to the sixteen year olds back, Terence takes Denis' hand in his. With a swift attack of the case cutter, they perfectly cinch the edge of the carton. "See how easy it is Denis?" "Yeah. Not tough at all." "Can you handle the rest of the pallet?" "Yeah. Alright if Mark helps?" "How old is Mark?" "Same as me. Sixteen." "Be careful," Terence gives his okay. >From afar, while chatting with Matty and Chad, Terence watches as the two sixteen year olds warn the younger ones to stand back before they cut into the cases of corn. A few minutes later, they hear a loud `ouch' from amongst the tables. Philip and Aidan come over to where the three are chatting. "What happened to you, Philip?" "He dropped a can of corn on his foot!" Aidan replies. "Does it bother you a lot?" Terence asks. "Nope. Not too much." With no mercy, he tells them, "Then get back to work!" The two trudge off, still holding cans of corn, mumbling stuff like, "What a slave-driver!" "My dad was telling us what happened with that run-in you had with those parents, Terence," Chad chit chats. "Hey, I don't give a fuck that I'm new at the high school or not. Two jocks `69'-ing doesn't belong in the locker room!" "One of the fathers claims you came down too hard on his boy?" "Hee hee... you know the kid was kind of cute, too." "Oh? And what grade are these students?" Matty asks. "Sophomore and a junior." Chad asks, "Totally in the buff or their cocks hanging out of their zippers?" "Y'know, Chad, I think you and Matty better rent some DVD's." With that, Terence headed off towards the dwindling pallet. "What'd I say?" Chad questions Matty. "Well, since I know I'm already getting a bowling ball, maybe you can give me some DVD's, Preppy?" "Like XXX-rated ones?" "Really Chad and we're in church, too!" Chad just couldn't win today! % "Okay, Maury. We've got all the cookies off of the pans," Jim informs him. "Um, can we use this parchment paper again?" "I've never tried using it twice. Toss it. We've got plenty, Jim." Connor asks, "What do we coat them with?" Maury looks at Jim. "Oh c'mon guys!" The two break out in laughter. "Connor's cream is real thick, too!" "Your's isn't exactly like a runny nose, Jim!" "Eweeeeeee!" Maury and Jim say, in disgust. "Want to hear something wild, guys?" Maury asks the two. "How wild?" Jim inquires, showing some apprehension on his face. "We'd better skip that one," Maury decides. However, in two minutes time, the two teens are begging for Maury's secret. "Okay, but if you guys run to the jon, wanting to vomit, don't blame me!" % "How about a run up to the Cascades Mall, Beary?" "I don't think these two legs can take it, Steve," Barry replied, with a smile. "I meant in the car!" "I know what you meant," Barry says, placing his hands on Steve's torso, nuzzling up to his neck. "Then again," Steve replies to the soft touching, "we could run up to the mall, pick up gift cards for all and then hightail it back here for a quickie!" "Gift cards, Steve? I'm surprised at you." "What's wrong with that?" "Takes all the personalization out of Christmas giving." "Hmm... didn't think of it that way." "Besides, why would you want to take all the fun out of wrapping up gifts, Steve?" Barry rolls his eyes. "Okay. I'm sold. Let's go!" % As if being tortured, Sean groaned with each lick of his tall shaft or Jacq's attending to popping each of his sacs in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and then popping it out, to bathe the other orb. In between that, he would go down on the 8c, pursing his lips around the barrel and massaging it, as if it gliding up and down his ass chute. >From afar, across the dungeon chamber, where nineteen year old Sean had been affixed to the bondage table, they would hear an occasional remark. "Oooooh, this is soooooo hot!" After a period of lull, other than the sounds of Sean's sweet groans, being pleasured, they would hear other comments addressed to the pleasant moment. "Hey, can somebody come do that to me?" However, Detective Miller had something really intense to jerk off his next load into the `Shaft-Milker', the fifth time the machine kicked in. "Oh noooo... oh noooo....oh noooooo!" Wayne Miller shouted out, as he heard the whir of the rotors turning. The visual added to the new load of cum that would be sucked out of the twenty-nine year old's shaft. Looking over to the bondage table, where Sean lay, cuffed eagle-spread, being pleasured by his lover, orally, Miller watched, as Jacq boosted himself up on the table, as he was ready to sit on Sean's stomach. Instead, he put his hand underneath his ass and guided Sean's shaft into his crevice. Seems like Wayne controlled the milking device, as he added more torso movement, taking in the view of Jacq slowly lowering his ass onto his lover's erection, engulfing it with his ass chamber. "Oh fuck that's hot!" Detective Miller said, as if in a dreamlike state. Part of his torso movement had been on account of grinding his ass back against the crosspiece of the St. Andrew's cross, where Jacq had set him up earlier, arms stretched up and out, cuffed, as well as legs. It seemed that all the forces of lust had Miller in the position of producing a strong shot of cum into the collector of the Acme `Shaft-Milker'. As if being tortured, he cried out, mimicking pain, when he shot the fifth load today, to the tune of Jacq's ass bobbing up and down on Sean's cock, his own brushing of his ass against the wood, plus the weight bouncing from the ball parachute and his nips throbbing as the little weight jumped around on the chain connecting the alligator clamps to his nips. "Ooooh fuck!" Miller cried out, throwing his head back, when he felt the contractions. Assisted by the `Shaft-Milker', Wayne knew he shot more ropes of cum into the cone, which filtered it down the tube and into the collection chamber, than the last two milkings. Throwing his head back, he squinted his eyes at the pleasure-pain principle, coupled with the visual that made the fifth milking, a pleasurable release. "Oh fuck that was soooo hot!" Detective Miller replied to himself. Hearing the Acme `Shaft-Milker' die down, he almost wished it went on for a few more drags off his cock, when he looked up, at the sounds Jacq made, seeing the thirty-two year old raping his own ass, as Sean and he sweat like pigs, going through the sexual motions of fucking and being fucked. Wayne stare, wishing the `Shaft-Milker' still massaged his cock, as he watched Jacq begin to stroke his own 8.5c and the repeated action of his ass' up and down motion. He knew the climax hit it's peak, when Sean almost lifted his torso off the table, trying to get more of his cock up his lover's ass. As if he was part of the twosome, Wayne bucked his own hips, swinging the ball parachute weight and having his nips pull down as the weight bounced, but all the time feeling an immense pleasure, as the `Shaft-Milker' gnawed on his pleasure barrel, his own actions as the motivator, instead of the electrical kicking in. He came himself, ahead of schedule, as he watched Jacq throw his head back, the white cream shooting out of his erection tip, flying onto Sean's teen chest and stomach. Soon all had come to a conclusion, as Jacq fell forward onto Sean's chest and stomach, flatlining his body, parallel, as he saw Sean's softening cock pull from within Jacq's ass crevice. % "Connor, you dope!" "What's wrong?" "You've got three eyes on your angel." "Maybe he's from Mars!" Maury says, decorating his tree cookie, "No good, Connor. They don't celebrate Christmas on Mars." "How do you know, Maury?" "Um, I'm part Martian?" "Ugh!" Both boys replied. Good thing that all three had their aprons on. "Well, I see you've put the boys to work, Maurice?" "Hey mom, look!," Connor shouts to his mother, as if a little squirt, "I decorated my first Martian Angel!" "Your what?" She asks, picking up the angel cookie with the lopsided face, but searching for what her son is wearing, besides the apron with `Kiss The Cook' written on the top. "Kind of nosy, aren't ya mom?" Jim picks up on her wandering eyes. "Must be hot in here," She says to Maria. "Oh, don't mind Maurice. He's always like that around the house." Maury gives the excuse, "Saves on the laundry bill!" Barbara Matthews is not so sure about her sons parading around a house in their birthday suits, but will wait till later to talk it out with Maria, not wanting to embarrass any one concerned. "I came over to show Barbara the cottage and the swimming pool." Jim states, "Go ahead, mom. We'll stay in the kitchen." Barbara thought Jim meant, so that she wouldn't see the boys with only their aprons on. However, she began to form a different opinion when they got to the pool and Maria began disrobing! % "Whew! I'm pooped!" "Me too," Aidan agreed with Philip. "I don't believe that Diego gets to go Christmas shopping with his daddies and we have to run around and drop cans of food on the tables." "Oh no, I just thought of something, Phil?" "What?" "We didn't get anything for Diego." "That's right, Aidan. His family name wouldn't be on the Monopoly board." "Wow! And I only have two dollars left." "And I've got three dollars and seventy-five cents," Aidan confesses. "What can we get with that?" "I guess it's too late to rake leaves, huh Phil?" "They're under the snow." "Oh yeah." "How about shoveling, Aidan?" "Nah. They only let big kids do it." "Maybe we can ask our dads if they have any odd jobs for us to do." "That's how we got the money we had to go Christmas shopping." "Oh yeah. I forgot." "What's up, squirts?" Chad asks, after hobbling over to the elementary school-sized table that the two boys sit on. "Chad, ole buddy, ole friend ole brother of mine," Phil says, rubbing his back, after sitting. "How much is this back rub going to cost me?" Aidan answers, instead of Philip, "Ten bucks and we'll even pay you back, Chad." "Hmm, so let me get this straight. I get a back rub worth ten bucks and later on get the ten bucks paid back?" Mischievously, Aidan says, "We could massage your front, too, Chad!" "How about I lend you the ten and you boys come by some weekend and clean the windows?" They liked the idea. After Chad wandered off, the two got to talking. "I just remembered something Aidan." "What's that Phil?" "Remember all those tall windows Chad and Matty got in the back of their house?" "Yeah, so?" "How are we gonna pay Chad back, if we can't reach the top?" "Easy. We tell him we thought he meant we clean only what we can reach!" "Good thinking, Aidan." % "How did you like Dr. D'Agostino, Patrick?" "He seems pretty cool." Zach offers, "He seems young for a doctor." "I was young myself, when I started out." "How old were you Unca Gary?" "Around Dr. D'Agostino's age. Twenty-five." "And he's twenty-six, so I guess that's not much difference," Zach replies, reassessing his thoughts. "So, what did you chat about?" "You're kidding me, aren't you Gary?" Patrick questions back his question. Gary, after thinking about the confidentiality clause he has in his own practice, replies jovially, "Yeah. It's a big joke. Fa la la la laaaa la la ha ha," he fakes laughing, incorporating the Chrismas carol. "I think you better take some time off, Unca Gary," Zach says, relaying a strange look to his lover. Changing the subject, Gary asks, "How about doing some grocery shopping? Mike left a nice long list." "Y'know," Patrick says, matter of fact, "I might start bugging Mike to teach me how to cook up some stuff?" "Me too," Zach adds. Whatever Patrick has an interest in, Zach wants to go along for the ride. "Hmm, " Gary thinks it over in a record two seconds, "might be your niche, Patrick." "Nitch?" "What Unca Gary is saying, Patrick, is it might be something that interest you enough to make it your lifelong pursuit." "Oh, I've already chosen my lifelong pursuit!" Both Gary and Zach smiled, at the heart warming gesture. "Hey, I'll go up and get ready and be down here in five, okay boys?" "Sure," they both reply. "Patrick, that was so sweet of you." "I meant it Zach. I feel really kind of weird because everything is happening so fast." "As compared to when, Patrick?" "A year of so ago. I mean, here I was being a homophobic and now I'm sleeping with another guy!" Smiling, Zach says, "Just goes to show you Patrick, that you can't always judge a book by it's cover." "I'll say. Like Tony was saying." "Tony?" "Dr. D'Agostino. He told me to call him Tony." "What did he say, Patrick?" Thinking for a second, Patrick wrestles with his judgement. "I'm not supposed to be telling anyone what goes on at the subject, but you know what, Zach?" "What Patrick?" "I can't not tell you." "You don't have to, Patrick. I mean, I've be standing on the edge, wondering what you're discussing, but like Unca Gary says, a patient has their confidentiality and all." "But at the same time, I feel like.... Like you and I are `one', Zach." "I feel the same, Patrick. Yesterday I felt different, but today, this morning, after you claimed my ass, made me totally yours, Patrick, well, my world is different, for the better." The two moved the few steps it took, to unite. As if part of their all day claiming ritual, the two embraced, connecting lips, reaffirming their love for each other. "Ahem! Ready?" % "That was so hot, Sean." "Yeah, I can tell. Look at you." Jacq had let himself off of the bondage table. As he unbuckled Sean's ankle bindings, he looked down his body. "Ugh! I sure am a mess. Damn, that was some orgasm. Will you look at how soaked my chest is?" "And stomach?" "Yeah, stomach too." "And since you're all creamed up, Jacq, I am too and you know what that means?" "A nice hot shower?" the grinning shrink replied to his teen lover. "You take hints so nicely." "Hey, what about me?" Helping Sean hop down from the edge of the black, leather table, they faced the place where Detective Wayne Miller hung on the dungeon apparatus, eagle-spread. "Hmm, what about him?" Jacq asks Sean, quiet so that it's secretive between the two. "First of all, I think he's kind of cute. What do you think?" "Maybe after you, but I wouldn't even think of comparing him to you're hot, hunky body," Jacq compliments Sean. "I wonder what he's like in bed?" Smiling, Jacq replies, "Want to find out?" "I was kidding you Jacq." "I'm not, if you want to get serious about it." "You're for real, aren't you?" "Only half serious, actually. More a whim, than anything." "I like your whim," Sean says, laughing his ass off. "But only under one condition." "Depends on what it is," Jacq replies, gets a silent reaction, then divulges, "Okay. What?" "We both top." "I like that suggestion. C'mon, I'll relieve him of the torture apparatus, if you want to go upstairs and make up the bed?" "Oh, that's right. Today was supposed to be laundry day, wasn't it, Jacq?" "Go ahead. Rub it in. It's not like we don't have another set in the closet, Sean." "Rub it in, Jacq? Oh, you can definitely count on me rubbing it in again!" The nineteen year old replied, trying to revive his deflated cock. % "This looks interesting, doesn't it Billy?" "Sure does, " Billy replies to Reese's observation of the wooden yoke, rounded cutouts for the head and two wrists. "I guess you can lock a guy tightly in to this apparatus, Rob?" "Tight enough so that he can't get out. Yeah, when the top part of the yoke is closed over his wrists and neck, there's nothing he can do to get free." Reese suggests, "Hmm, why don't you try it out for us, Billy?" "Me?" Then thinking it over, says, "Okay." "Show Billy how this thing works, Rob." "No problem. First, the latch is opened on the side. That locks it shut. Then the top of the yoke is disengaged from the bottom like this." Way ahead of Rob, Reese says, "Okay, Billy, place you neck in there and your wrists on the sides." Rob Taylor warns Billy, "It's going to feel overly tight around your neck and wrists, Billy. Remember that our victims will be stripped down." Smiling, feeling a stirring in his loins at the prospects of possibly a live demonstration of what can be applied to a man locked in the wooden yoke, Reese addresses Billy. "Maybe you take your shirt off, Billy. I'm sure the fire department shirts cost far more than a cheap department store shirt." "Yeah, you're right, Reese." Rob exchanges glances with Reese, smirking. In response, Reese flicks his eyebrows, an evil grin on his lips. The two watch the thirty-eight year old firefighter unbutton his shirt and strip it. Both take on the view of the five foot, nine inch man, his dark, hairy chest and stomach. Not a total workout nut, Billy Murdoch still has a solid body, which interests Reese even more. "Workout?" "No. Why? Does it look like it, Reese?" "Abs look solid." "Goes with the job." Without even thinking about it, Billy walks over yoke, the cutouts in front of him. "I guess I just put my neck here and wrists here?" Looking to Reese, Rob replies, "That's the gist of it, Billy." "Now this gets closed, right?" As if Reese didn't know. Little did Billy know that as the top of the yoke pressed down over the top of his neck and wrists, it would be locking his freedom away. "How is it, Billy?" Reese questions. "It's not exactly southern comfort!" The two laugh along with Billy. "Why don't you try wiggling out of it, Billy?" Rob suggests. "Wiggle? No way. My head and wrists are wedged in here solid." "Is that so?" Reese replies, looking to Rob. Smiling back, Rob asks, "You say it's not too comfortable, huh Billy?" "Yeah, well, not too easy on the neck or back, so if you don't mind, could you unlatch this thing and let me up?" "Now hold on there a minute," the thirty-seven year old cop says, his palm on Billy's smooth back, rubbing it. "What can be done to a guy in this position, Rob?" "Lots of things. For instance, where you're rubbing with your hand, a flogger or strap could be used." "Get one for me, will ya?" "Hey wait a minute! What the fuck?" Billy shouts out. Trying to twist his head, Billy watches as Rob walks to a tall cupboard. Opening it, he displays several different types of straps, floggers, whips and cat-o-nine tails. "What's that there, Rob?" "This?" "No, the implement with the black leathery things hanging from it?" "Flogger, with nine tails of leather hanging from it." "Bring it here." By now, Billy is thrashing around, as much as possible, in the bounds of the wooden yoke. "So, how do I use this?" Reese asks Rob. "Stand to the side and heave it across the guy's back." "Nooooooo, you bastards! Let me up!" "Huh! Don't take kindly to being called that. How about you, Rob?" "Downright insulting, I'd say, Reese." "Here, show me how this works, will you?" Reese tells Rob, stepping back. Billy is going berserk, moving his feet around, with no where to go, as he anticipates the flogger striking his back. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" he cries out, as Rob flings it over his upper back. "Oh fuck is that hot!" the police officer calls out. "Want to try it?" "Hell yeah!" Unlike Rob, Reese doesn't hold back. Holding the nine tail flogger in his hand, he trails it back behind himself, arm stretched out straight. With some fancy foot-moves, Reese brings the flogger up and over his own body and brings it down across Billy Murdock's upper back. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooooohfuckin' shit!" Totally disregarding Billy Murdoch's welfare, Reese asks, "You know I kind of like the way this handles, but think I might like to try out one of those straps, Rob." "Long or short?" "What do you suggest?" "Well, the short one delivers a nice sting. The long one as well, however it wraps around the body and you could get some whipping action on the chest and stomach." "Sounds hot. I'll try the long one." "Plus," his thirty-eight year old accomplice adds, "If you want to shorten it, double it in half." "Oh fuck that's gotta hurt!" Like it wouldn't turn Reese on? % "Why didn't you tell me my boy was going to have problems walking?" As Riley had done, Estefan placed his hand on Miguel's shoulder, as the sullen lover tried handling the grim prospects. "You had a full plate yourself, Miguel. You see?" "Yeah, but Juan. He's so active. How is he going to get around?" "You're going to help him, Miguel. I'm going to help him. Dr. Hannon is going to help him. We have a lot of caring, trained personnel that will get Juan back into shape in no time, Miguel." "Dr. Hannon? Aften I almost punched his lights out?" Turning to Dr. Hannon, whom has been checking Juan's medical statistics, Estefan asks, "Dr. Hannon, you're not angry at Miguel, are you?" "No." Then to further encourage, asks, "Then why don't you come over here and shake hands with Miguel?" "Sure. No problem." Looking up, Miguel saw the doctor's hand reaching out. "No hard feelings, okay?" Dr. Hannon said, smiling. "I almost lost control. Almost hit you. I said some things that were not so nice about you, Dr. Hannon." "Yeah, so? Forgive and forget. That's what my mom always told me." Meeting Dr. Hannon in the middle, Miguel reached out and took hold of the thirty year old doctor's hand. In an act of love, Dr. Hannon literally pulled Miguel to his feet and hugged him. At first, it felt strange, but then Miguel sensed a true feeling of reciprocated love and caring. "Gracias," He replied, holding onto the doctor tightly. Estefan smiled, then after turning back to Juan, shouted, "Hey, look! Our hermano is awake again!" Feeling a bit uplifted, Miguel states, "Oh shit! He's probably wondering why I'm hugging his doctor!" Miguel sensed more genuine passion, as Dr. Hannon rubbed up and down the twenty-one year olds back. % "That stupid fucking Novak!" Albert belts out, walking in the kitchen door, slamming it. "What's the matter?" Maury asks. Connor and Jim see a side to the cousins' relation that they've never seen before. As if Maury worships they association, he goes to Albert, engulfing him in his arms. Albert accepts it. "Awesome," Jim says to Connor, of the two. "I wonder what happened?" "I don't know. But whatever did, it looks like Novak's in deep shit," Jim surmises. "C'mon baby," Maury comforts his twenty-one year old cousin. "Tell Maurice what happened." Breaking from the embrace, Albert looks at Jim and Connor standing there. Both Connor and Jim are shocked, after what? One day, they hear Maury spout out, "These guys are part of the family now, Albert." Being more forward, Jim replies, "Yeah, you can trust us." Picking up a gingerbread-man, he tells Albert, "Here, have a gay man that won't talk back!" "Thanks." Like taking a bite out of crime, Albert bites the head off of the cookie. "Oh c'mon. It can't be that bad. What happened, Albert?" Jim now presses. "Well, we got back to the restaurant. Hop Sing tells Novak that I can stay and help, which Novak says was weird, because usually they don't allow friends." "Yeah, so?" Maury asks. "So, I'm helping Novak get together some of the deliveries. All I did was `ask' him if I could help him take four of the deliveries out to the car. Like, I was just trying to help and he starts into me with stuff like I'm the master and I'm supposed to be telling him what to do, not asking to help out. I thought it was fun back here at the house, but Novak acts like it's supposed to be like... Forever!" "Is that so?" Maury asks, a tinge of mystery about his reply to Albert. Even by now, Connor and Jim pick up on the enigma surrounding some type of concealment. The three stare at Maury, not saying a word. "What?" Maury questions the three, shrugging his shoulders. "That's what we'd like to know!" Jim answers for the three, as if the spokesperson. "What can I say guys? Novak likes to be treated like shit! If that's what he wants, then give it to him! What's so tough about that?" Folding his arms across his chest, lifting out of the depressive manner, Albert approaches Maury, an inquisitive manner on his mind. "And how would `you' know what Novak likes and doesn't like?" "Me?" "No, your Uncle Festus!" Albert replies, more in the dominant mood now. "We don't have an Uncle Festus, Albert." "Maurice, don't make me get violent!" Connor whispers to Jim, "Um, he's standing right next to the butcher block knife set, too!" "Well, you see, I found out about Novak over more than getting me coffee from the cafeteria." "Uh-huh, so?" Now the grilling of minds had turned about. "I guess you can say, in a way, we both got greedy." "Greedy? And how would that go, Maurice?" Jim and Connor could tell that Albert was ticked off a bit, but surrendering the original form of name calling. "Well, we began talking about the domination thing and Novak more or less begged me to assume the dominant position. So that's how it went." "You? A dominator?" Connor asks. "Yeah, a sweet, loving caring, friendly guy like you, Maury?" Jim asks, trying to draw some humor from the situation. "Yeah, well all it takes is acting the part. But I can't say that I wasn't totally unturned on about it." "Unturned on?" Jim asks. "Well sure. I found it to... to.... To stimulate?" "So what you're telling me, Maurice is that you Novak played the master/slave game?" "Game, yeah. That's how I thought is was, but like you're finding out, Albert, Novak isn't looking at it that way, is he?" All three got the surprise of their life, as Albert, still arms crossed under his pecs, put on the biggest smile. "I knew it! I knew it! I fuckin' knew he was the one for you, Albert!" As if winning `Family Feud', Maury grabs hold of Albert, hugging him and jumping them both up and down. "Looks like fun!" Jim tells Connor, being suggestive. Soon it's a four way hug, like a bunch of Mexican jumping beans! % "Is it time to go home yet?" For the forty-fifth time, Philip asked, him and Aidan all but ready to conk out, after trudging all over the church hall, deliver cans of corn, peas, boxes of yellow cake mix, flour, sugar, tiny cans of baking powder and other staples. Denis Clark and Mark Barr, did a great job of keeping the flow moving, cutting open cases, then breaking down cardboard boxes, to keep the trash at a minimum. "Looks like you boys need a shower!" Terence meant as a compliment. The two tee shirt clad sixteen year olds, sweated, even though the hall remained fairly cool, a few windows opened a crack. Their armpits shown the extent of their labors, the dark, wet look highlighting the arm pockets of their shirts. Even the mid chest areas had signs of beginning to get wet. As Terence stood there thanking them, profusely, Denis lifted his tee and wiped his whole head with it. "If you boys want to catch a shower before going home, I'm sure Pastor McKenzie wouldn't mind you using his private quarters?" "Nah, that's okay," Denis said. Mark agreed, following suit, wiping his brow with the tail of his tee shirt. Even though Terence Beethoven, a gym teacher at WRHS, was exposed to athletes in the buff, everyday, his crotch twitched at the sight of the sixteen year olds, baring their smooth bodies. He even caught a glimpse of small amount of hairs coming in. Smiling, for what seemed no reason, he imagined that in a year's time, they both would be sporting hot treasure trails. Worst part for Terence, Denis and Mark picked up on him eyeing their stomachs up! % "So, what do I have to do, Maury, to um, get Novak back?" Jim asked, "Do you love him?" "I only met him yesterday, but I like him." It did occur to Connor and Jim that that was the case. However, when out of Maury's earshot, which hadn't been much since yesterday, the two high school jocks had mentioned the fact that it seemed like they had met Maury ages ago. One of the other things that astounded the two is that even though Maury was a thirty-four year old man, the two being seventeen and eighteen, got along surprisingly well, as if Maury was of their own ages. "Do you like him only because of this domination shit?" Jim quizzed Albert. "Good point," Maury stated. "But I thought that's why you set him up with me, Maury?" Albert asks, confused. "I started the ball rolling, Albert. Now all you have to do is train them!" Albert gave his cousin a smirk, saying sarcastically, "I think I'll ask for Jim's and Connor's advice!" Connor and Jim stuck their tongues out at Maury, whom did the same back. "Go ahead. See what I care. Go ahead and do what two high jocks tell you to do!" "I think we should tie Maury to the bed!" Jim strongly suggests. "Dream on Jim. It was good knowing you!" Playing along, Jim, still in the buff, grabs Maury and gives him a hug, "Oh stop being a sore loser!" Connor follows his lover's lead. Like some force driving the two on, they kiss Maury, each side of his cheeks. "Well, looks like I made some kind of impression of somebody!" "You guys aren't helping me now!" Breaking the threeway hug, Maury says to Albert, "You feel strongly about getting Novak back, cuzz?" "I want him," Albert strongly replies. "Okay, but you have to do everything I tell you to." "I will. I don't know what transpired between you and Novak, but since you know what he `needs', I'm willing to take any advice you can give me, Maury." "Alright. Basic Training starts after we're finished baking cookies." "Basic training?" Connor asks. Jim adds, "Basic training?" "Don't tell me you guys never heard of `basic training'?" Maury quizzes the two jocks. "Yeah, sure. Like in the army," Connor says. "Yeah, they work you from sun up to sun down and run you into the ground," Jim sums up. "Are you game?" "Us?" Jim replies. "Sure. Jim, you can be master over Connor. Of course, we wouldn't take it as serious as Albert will have to be with Novak." "Like how does that go?" Jim asks. "You'll see." "Hmm.... Might be fun at that having Connor submit to me." "Why would that be any different than it is now?" Connor replies to Jim's absurd notion. Deep down in Maury's crotch, it actually turns him on, wanting to see how it could be to have Connor submit to Jim. Of course, in the nice sense. "Oh, by the way, Maury, I hope Connor and I aren't sleeping on that sofa tonight?" "Um. You don't have to. I mean.... Albert, you're sleeping with me tonight. You two can have Albert's bed." "I'm not sleeping with you, Maury. I'll take the sofa." "Nope!" Connor pipes up. "We're supposed to be sleeping in the main house with my mom and Maria, so....." "Oh, but that's no fun!" Maury then comes up with, "You two can have my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa!" "We're `not' taking your bed and that's final!" Connor, posing as the divine being of the three, tells Maury off. "Ahem! Are you sure you're the top in this relationship, Jim?" "I was, the last time I had my cock stuck in his ass!" Then Albert posed an interesting question. "Hey Maury, did you fuck with Novak?" Right away, Connor and Jim attuned their attention span to Maury. The three patiently awaited the answer. "Who me? Fuck Novak?" By not answering, Maury incriminated himself, more or less. "Do you take his cherry, Maury?" Albert's second quest at finding out the dirt, left no doubt about the answer to question number one. "Um... ah..." "You did, didn't you?" "I guess you can say that I was the first." "Wow, you fucked one of your own students!" Jim remarked. "Hey, it wasn't like I raped the kid or anything." Connor replies, "Novak wanted you to fuck him?" "It was part of the `you know'...." "You fucked Novak, to claim him Maury?" Albert asked. Scratching the back of his head, Maury replied, "In essence, I suppose that's the way it seemed." Then Connor and Jim took a backseat to Albert's and Maury's conversing. "Maury, do you have a thing for Novak?" "He's a well built guy, don't you think?" "That's not what I asked you, Maury!" Again, to Connor and Jim, it looked like Albert oversaw the conversation, assuming the role of the dictator. "Um... uh... I liked the guy a lot." "And he you?" "I think you can say it went both ways." "So then why are you pawning him off on me, Maury?" "Albert, look.... Novak is a twenty-one year old college jock." "Yeah and you're a thirty-four year old college jock, Maurice!" "And you're his age, to the year, Albert. He's made for you. He's the perfect guy for you." Connor and Jim settled into the countertop stools, picking at the sugar cookies, as they listened to the two in conversation. "But what about you, Maurice?" "I had my chance at a guy. He... he didn't want me." Gloom filled the room, as silence interrupted the noise. Maury looked down at his hands together, one picking at the nails of the other. "Hey, Maury," the only two words, sounded from Jim's mouth Placing his hand on the thirty-four year olds bare shoulder, Jim rubbed, it as if buffing a magic lamp. Then he gave `the nod'. Connor first approached, surprising Jim, by placing his palm on Maury's hairy chest. After massaging it, he centered his index finger on one of Maury's nips and rubbed it in a circle. "Ooooooh, careful," Maury warned Connor, "you're gonna get me hard!" "Cool!" Jim said, with a grin. To mimic Connor, Jim latched on to Maury's other hairy nip and massaged it. However, as another act of surprising information, the two high school jocks got their hands locked in between chests, as Albert gave Maury a frontal hug. Even more gnarly, the two watched as Albert's lips lined up with Maury's and they kissed. "Hey, we got kissin' cousins here!" Jim joked. "So, you going to show us anything about this dominant stuff, Maury or stand here kissing Albert all night?" "First, all these cookies have to go in the tins and while you're doing that, I'll try to find us some `wannabe' slaveboys." "Some what?" "Don't ask Jim. Just go with it," Albert told Jim. Leaving the kitchen, Maury commented, "And oh, any broken cookies and you'll pay!" % Continued...... Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.