Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2010 21:49:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bar Tab Buy-out! 05

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
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with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
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Bar Tab Buy-out! 05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Around and around," Marco licks about the head of Scott's cock, "and
around it goes," coming to full circle, his tongue starts up again, "and
around and around..."

He was feeling good, but Scott didn't like all the interruptions, putting a
lid on his cock, by bopping Marco on the head.

Now, instead of speaking, Marco was coughing, as Scott jambs his cock deep
into Marco's throat, "Ka-ka-ka-ka.. shit, Scott! You almost choked me to
death!"

Still laughing, Scott was saying, "Oh I'm 'so' sorry!"

"You're 'not' sorry!"

"Okay, so I'm not sorry, Marco," Scott lets out a giggle, "but it did feel
fitfully good with suddenly having my cock enclosed in the tomb of your
throat?" He said it like asking to put his raging hardon back in.

With saliva dripping off his lips, Marco says, "Not to mention you almost
sealed me in an early grave, Scott?" But it wasn't only the look Scott gave
him, a yearning to get back to where he cut off their cock-to-throat
action, but himself having the same need to feel cock filling him up at
either end. Looking upon the wet and fat, Marco says with decisiveness,
"Y'know, Scott, I know you were feeling good just now, but how about trying
me out from the other end?"

"Hmm," Scott replies. In a position to call the shots, lying on Marco's
bed, Scott thought it kind of erotic to force Marco's head up and down his
joystick. "I suppose if I want to get my revenge, I'll have to exert
myself?"

"Revenge, Scott?" Marco says with disappointment as he backs his face away
from Scott's pubes. "I was hoping maybe there would be more of a
'connection'?"

Scott got it right away, "Oh, so you think because you've gotten me this
far, to your lair, a visit to your dungeon and then winding up in your bed,
you and me have something going, huh Marco?"

"Well I..."

"Actually I find it very peculiar 'I' wasn't taken away with the Barnett
brothers this morning. After all, even though I defend myself as not being
a part of their Ponzi scheme, the 'law' is not played out this way
normally. Everyone is guilty until proven innocent?"

"No, you have it backwards, Scott. Innocent, until proven guilty."

With his arms comfortably tucked in behind his head, Scott lays there as he
conveys, "Yes, that's what the constitution says of everyone's rights,
Marco, but I have a feeling you're not used to playing by the rules?"

He admits to Scott, "Okay, so I've got clout."

"Clout?" Scott probes.

"Two years ago I broke up a smuggling ring which netted the government tons
of dough. But not only was money the issue. Related to the sting, they
happened upon a cache of names, stored in a database. Apparently linked to
terrorism, over sixty operatives were arrested in eight foreign
countries. Regardless of how all this was discovered, I walked out of the
case the sole agent responsible for all these discoveries."

"Quite a few feathers added to your warbonnet?"

Marco smiles, thinking back to when he perused Scott's file at
headquarters, correlating, "Native American studies, University of
Montana?"

Smiling, thinking Marco had all of dossier implanted in his brain, he asks,
"Think you know it all about me, do you?"

"I can't help it Scott. I have like this photographic brain and what I've
seen of your files, is right fresh in my mind, as if I read it five minutes
ago."

"Well, here's one for your case file," Scott moves his hand to his cock,
wanting to keep it firm, "When I'm all horned up, it's usually a good idea
to follow through with what I'm suggesting before I go ahead and take what
I want?"

For the most part, throughout their conversation, Marco sat there on his
heels, his bod caved in, stomach in folds. Right now, seeing a challenge
before him, he concedes, unwrinkling his gut, kicking in his tightened abs,
bod more erect as he plants his hands behind his head, in slave-surrender
position as he replies, "Hey, if you want something Scott... don't let me
be the one stopping you."

"Oh really?" Scott replies, relaxing his arms, his elbows falling to the
sheet. Sensing more than giving in, Scott poses to Marco, "So, you're going
to allow me to take what I want without putting up a fight?"

Smiling, Marco relaxes his arms. Sliding his legs off the foot of the bed,
he stands as he says, "I didn't say I was giving in without a fight,
Scott!"

Sitting on the side of the bed, Scott uprights himself and walks to where
Marco stands, confronting him. "Somehow I don't think we've reached the
epitomy of your motives, Marco. There's something more to all this 'buyout'
scheme. You're not leveling with me and I aim to find out here and now
exactly what you have in mind for me."

Two things were keeping Scott from bolting for the door and getting the
hell outta there. First, as he catapulted himself off the mattress, his
hand was still stroking, keeping his lust alive. Secondly, everything up
until now didn't seem to jive. First it seemed like Marco was picturing
himself as 'man-on-top', but now the lead seemed to be in 'his'
favor. Then, suddenly he's challenged. His curiosity was keeping him
stifled from just giving up. Perhaps, the bare bod of his thirty-eight year
old aggressor played a minute part in all of this.

"C'mon... c'mon," Marco prodded Scott along as he backed up. In a defensive
position, arms out to the side, ready to defend if and when Scott decided
to charge, Marco also drew him on, waving his fingers to come and get him!

"I'm warning you... I'm not holding back, Marco!"

Little did Scott know, it's exactly what Marco was hoping. He didn't want
his heightened afternoon to end with simply getting fucked in the
throat. Marco had needs beyond what the ordinary man could
conceive. Earlier today he saw Scott as a tough CEO and hoped to capitalize
on that image. First he tried finding out how resilient Scott was
physically, at the time of the seizure of the Barnett brothers and then
mentally, in his own dungeon. As the tables slowly turned, Marco seeing he
could very well become the preyed upon, he willingly gave up his role of
predator. "Me neither," Marco replied.

But was he? As Scott charged, he put on a good show, seemed to move his
arms in to protect himself, but not quite making the grade.

"Hooogh!" Marco belched, feeling Scott's fist hit him point blank in the
stomach.

Backing up, watching Marco fall to his knees, Scott reacting, "That was too
damn easy." He stood there over Marco, hands on his hips, looking down.

All Marco could say is, "Oh man Scott... that was one hefty punch."

And from experience, he knew how tricky Marco could be, so stood far
enough, so he wouldn't experience without warning any 'ball-crushing'
surprises. But too, along with his Native American studies at the
University of Montana, he also took psychology along with a roster of other
subjects. He wasn't immune to the fact Marco was looking for 'more' of,
"The least you could do is stand and take your beating like a man?"

Looking up, Marco asks, "Huh?"

"A tough guy like you Marco? Like one punch put you out of commission?"

Marco smiles, unfolding his doubled up position and stands like nothing
phased him. "I can tell..."

"What?" Scott braces himself for the unexpected.

"You were expecting me to come up between your legs," Marco makes a fist
and acts it out, raising his clenched hand.

Yeah, Scott thought it a possibility, but from what he's been put through
he rather venture to guess, "Or maybe you rather put on a nice show for me,
having my fist come up between your legs?"

"I haven't a clue to what you're talking about Scott?"

A wry smile on his face, Scott makes his advance. Cautious, he gets the
feeling he doesn't have to be, with a feeling of mutuality coming between
them. "Oh really? Maybe this will straighten things out a bit?"

Scott stood at five feet, ten inches tall, Marco about an inch taller. All
he had to do is bend about two inches to his right in order for his right
hand to seize the pair of hairy orbs.

Staring Marco in the eyes and smiling, Scott asks, "What happened to the
fight in you? Not interested in defending your manhood?"

They stay there, Marco in silence as Scott stares at him.

Slowly Scott began to squeeze.

Marco winced, even sighed, "Ohhh," but it wasn't the pain of Scott's hand
grinding his ballsacs together. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

"What?" Scott questions. "Where's your hands to defend yourself Marco?"

With another squeeze of Scott's hand, Marco reacts, "Oh yeah Scott!"

And in the opposite reaction, Marco wanting more, Scott releases.

"Ohhhh," Marco reacts, pouting.

"You woos!"

"I'm not a woos, Scott. I... I just have needs and..."

Getting it, Scott renders, "And when you walked into the office this
morning you had a mission to find out something. I take it you have
answered all of your questions, but you've left me with a few blanks to
fill in?"

"I know this may sound crazy Scott, but if want to know anything else,
you'll have to beat it out of me?"

"Crazy Marco? Now why would you want someone who isn't capable of such
violence to walk up to you," Scott walks up to him, "take their fist," he
makes a fist and holds it at gut level, "and beat the truth out of him?
Hmm... sounds to me like an interrogation technique. Now why would you want
to subject yourself to such a thing?"

But before Marco could answer, Scott's fist was into his gut. "Hoouggghhhh!
Oh fuck!"

"So," the thirty-four year old CEO says, grabbing Marco's scalp, "you
really want to see how I get business done at the office?" He knew Marco
was playing a game here. As he pulled him to his feet, there was no
resistance, like one gut punch and a light one at that, wasn't going to put
this man down. "Why, if a guy came up to me and said, 'sorry sir, I don't
have that report for you yet', you know what I'd tell him?"

"No. What?" Marco asks, looking Scott in the face, as Scott holds him by
the side of the face.

"I let my fist speak for me!"

This time, as Marco doubled over, Scott held his fist in place at the point
of impact, Marco hanging there on Scott's arm till he turned his whole bod
and left him to fall backwards onto the bed.

Seeing this as a game, Scott was starting to like it. In reality, he never
treated an employee as mentioned, never had such thoughts, or that of
delivering any such treatment, as his fist punching Marco in the stomach.

"No more Scott," Marco says without conviction, lying splayed out of the
bed, his hands holding his sore gut.

"No more? Hell, you're not going to give up that easy, are you?"

"I've had enough," Marco says.

"Oh so, you 'are' ready to answer all my questions in regards to this
buyout in the Greek Isles?" While waiting for Marco to regain his breath
and think on it, Scott's hand brushed the hairs on his chest and upon
asking, "Well?" his hand slid down his stomach trail, over his bellyhole
and found something extroadinaire. His cock was still raging hard and even
the tip elicited a bit of gooey substance. Suddenly he wasn't smiling.

"What?" Marco senses something.

Speaking his true feelings, Scott replies, "I think I'm enjoying this!"

"I thought you were all along," Marco says.

With sudden realization, Scott says, "I can't believe I really liked
punching you in the stomach!" He squeezes a little more cock juice out and
rubs it between his digits.

"Cool!"

Marco's reply made Scott wake up to reality, "You wanted me to like it,
didn't you?"

Smiling, thinking he had it all in the bag, Marco parks his hands behind
his head, replies in a relaxed manner, "One of us had to come out of this
as the victor and I'm sure as hell glad it was you!"

Right away, Scott knows all this was coming to a boil, Marco having some
kind of hidden agenda, even though it wasn't fully known to him. He was
getting to like Marco, at least the time spent in bed, but now he was
feeling deceived. Come hell or high water he was going to find out,
preferring the manner of 'hell'!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-fuckin-shit!" Marco screamed out, doubling up as
Scott's knee crushed his balls.

Bouncing right back up off of the mattress, and Marco's balls, Scott asks,
"Ready to talk yet?" In and out of play acting, "Or haven't I given you
enough to go on?" At the same time, Scott feels his inner thigh. 'Shit!' he
exclaims to himself, having seeped out more fluid. While allowing Marco to
whine over his crushed balls, Scott was thinking, 'did I really get a kick
out of that?' Another thought crossed Scott's mind, did he really do damage
to Marco's balls?

By this time, Marco has reacted on the defensive, rolled to the edge of the
bed, over the side and leans towards the mattress, caressing his family
jewels.

In a change of emotion, he asks, "Marco, you okay?" He bends over, tags
Marco's shoulder.

"Just.... fine," Marco said in all of two breaths. "Oh man Scott, you
really clobbered my balls."

Playing coy, Scott says, "You mean you weren't expecting me to, Marco?" And
to add to his expectations, "I thought that's why you had your legs spread
apart as far as they could go?"

Turned around, facing Scott, Marco shimmied his way back onto the side of
the bed, replaying the position as he was in before. "You mean like this?"

His confession rectified matters for Scott. Now it was up to him to make
the next call.

Before he could, Marco's eyes change position, from looking Scott in the
face to his pubic region. "I think your cock is bigger than when you wanted
to fuck me, but it's for sure it wasn't leaking as much. Kind of gives me
the feeling you want to knee me again in the balls, Scott." And driving the
point home, Marco puts his hand on his cock, pulling it towards his own
stomach and spreading his knees farther apart. "Go on Scott. Take your best
shot."

Scott wasn't sure. Well, he was sure about one thing Marco had said, he
'was' enjoying this, which he had questions to himself 'why'. But the other
thing is, was Marco really liking the abuse. "Unlike before, you know it's
coming this time. What's to assure me you don't make a last ditch effort,
scoot yourself out of the way and then do something likewise to me? Huh?"

"Because maybe I've learned a thing or two between this morning and this
afternoon?"

Scott had no recollection of time. Along with stripping off their clothes,
came his watch. Last time check, it had been four o'clock. Even though the
bedroom blinds were dimmed, there was some light coming in from the
outside. It could have been an hour later or more. But somehow, those hours
of time which had passed made no difference. All he wanted to know is some
semblance of what their relationship up until now had morphed into
becoming. Since it was Marco offering, he counters, "And how would that
go?"

Relaxing his knees a bit, Marco's hand still pinned his cock to his bod as
he set to telling, "First, I think you and I are made for each other."

"You and me?" Scott replies, relaxing his pose from hands on hips to folded
across his chest. "And what do you have to back up your reasoning?"

"Me? I can take it or give it, which probably doesn't mean much to you
right now. For our purposes, I've found out I like taking it from you. For
me, that's important, because I 'have' to like the man giving it. Also, you
have the image."

"Image?"

"What are you about six feet?"

"Five feet, ten inches," Scott answers the question.

"Close enough. We're about the same height, but you'll have boots on and
I'll be barefooted, so it'll add an inch to your height and subtract an
inch from mine."

"I'll have boots on? The plot thickens," Scott concludes, thinking there
was more to this than Marco was telling. Too, he stands there, curious.

"Uh, yeah," Marco rethinks what he's said. Now thinking he's prematurely
given out information, "I'll get to that in a minute. In other respects,
you've managed to keep 'hard' without trying," he looks down at Scott.

Scott looks down at himself. Dropping one of his hands from caressing his
pecs, he fondles himself. He toys with his shaft, picking it up, allowing
it to drop, bounce, doing it again.

"We can still do something about that?" Marco says. "Um, want to bash my
balls again?"

For Scott, minutes ago it might have been enticing, but with Marco shooting
his mouth off about how he feels his life is headed from this point, Scott
seems to have lost 'the feeling'. "Um, you mentioned something about
dinner?"

"You don't want to bash my balls?"

"If you want me to bash your balls, I'll bash your balls, but it's not like
I'm going to get anything out of it?"

"If you're not going to get anything out of it, I'm not going to get
anything out of it. Um, I guess since you're faucet's turned off, we might
as well give up."

He kind of felt bad, Scott saying, "Sorry. I'm just not feeling it right
now."

"How about a quick blowjob and then we'll get something to eat?"

It's the least Scott could do, plus it's not like he would not be getting
out of it. Sure, his balls still cried out for release, even at a lower
decibel. And even though it seemed like things gravitated to where he held
the whip, he asks, "Um, like how do you want to do this?"

"Like how exotic do you want to get?"

Scott didn't understand this at all, so left it up to Marco, "Whatever you
want."

"Cool!" Marco started calling the shots.

Opening the draw of the side table, he produced a pair of leather cuffs.

"Now what am I supposed to do with these?" He asks, taking one of them and
feeling up the leather.

Marco was already in progress, fastening one around one of his
ankles. "Here," he produced his other leg on the bed, "fasten it around my
other ankle."

"I don't know why I'm doing this!" But Scott did it, opening the leather
cuff, putting it around Marco's ankle, feeding the leather tab through the
buckle and pulling it tight. "Tight enough?"

"Whatever you think, 'Sir'."

"And what's 'that' supposed to mean?"

"I might as well start getting used to it."

"Oh, so if I'm the 'sir', what does that make you?" Scott put it to him as
he completed fastening the leather cuff.

"Whatever comes to mind Scott."

"Are you sure you want to know, 'bitch'?"

"Hmm, does that mean you changed your mind, 'Sir'?"

Scott gave indication he didn't understand.

"Maybe you want my ass and not my mouth?"

"Would we have to unfasten the cuffs and reapply them elsewhere?"

Excitedly, Marco replies, "No. Not at all. In fact, cuffs on my ankles
could work for either setup!"

"And how would that go, 'bitch'!"

Marco smiled. Totally versatile, he could take it or give it, but for Scott
he was slowly changing his mind towards what position he preferred. If
looking for a sign of how he was feeling about the way things transpired,
it would be easy to tell Marco's reaction, his cock as rigid as a
stalagmite. "Whichever way you want it to go?"

He smiled, since thinking about it, when Scott says, "If my stalactite
should happen to become dislodged from the cave ceiling?"

Again, recalling Scott's educational background, "Geology 101 or 102?"

"Nada," Scott replies. "I'm surprised my records didn't tell of how I got
lost for two days while exploring Jewel Cave, when I was seventeen years
old?"

"Hmm... must've missed it."

"Tell you about it at dinner... if we ever get to it!"

Of more interest to Marco, the Italian thinks right away about the
possibility of Scott losing the condition of his stiff cock. "Sure! Here,
fasten this to the head of the bed."

Out of the draw Marco produces a long chain.

"Like how far?" Scott asks, holding one end to the farthest wrought iron
bar of the 'jail-bar' looking frame.

"All the way," Marco says, knee-walking to the other side. Then, lying down
on his back, he inverts his legs, instructing, "Now fasten the connector
bar to the chain."

"Um, like you don't mind behaving like a wishbone?" Scott says with a
little chuckle.

"I can take it, if your cock can take it!"

"Is this going to make a difference in the size of the opening?"

"No," Marco replies. "Only in the accessibility!"

In reality, for Scott's thinking, his hand on his cock, stroking it, eye
contact drove him on. "For the record, I've never fucked a guy in this
position before?"

Marco, rather enjoying the position of relaxing, hands behind his head,
with his cuffed ankles stretched far out, attached to the chain linking him
up to the iron head of the bed, all he could do is smile as he watched
Scott talking, taking up position between his legs.

"And what are you smiling at?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"Tell me Scott, how many asses have you fucked in your lifetime?"

"If your law enforcement report on me tells the exact number, you let me
know!"

"If my report even guessed the number of 'fucking' times, Scott, would I be
asking you?"

Scott smirked, but in the mean time he wasn't wasting any time, lest he
lose the potency of his stiff shaft staying erect. He spit in his hand,
lubed it up and then as he squatted down, allowed the tip to rest on
Marco's ass lips.

"I'm ready when you are!"

A bit intimidated by Marco's legs splayed out to the sides, Scott exclaims,
"How am I supposed to.... oh shit!"

Just as he leaned forwards, ready to insert, Scott's question in his mind
was where to place his hands. Normally, if he was fucking a guy in the
regular manner, not trussed up like some turkey, he would place his hands
on the guy's torso or around his legs, even feel up the guy's bod, but
whereas Marco was concerned, he more or less had to analyze what was to
happen when his cock was immersed.

All Marco could do is, at first, laugh, then yodel in ecstasy when Scott
plunged into him.

Scott was confused at first, hanging by his arms on the wrought iron
headboard, it sure felt good, his cock stabbing Marco till he could feel
his balls slapping against ass. Secondary, was the way in which Marco did
it, pulling on Scott's nips till he lost balance. But as he now braced
himself on the iron railing, like natural, his legs lengthened out. "I feel
like I'm doing a fuckin' pushup - a fuckin'-oh-soo-good pushup!"

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