Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 19:16:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living In The Lap Of Luxury 01 - Buffalo Boys Epic continues

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

"Living In The Lap Of Luxury" 01
The continuing epic fantasy of the `Buffalo Boys'
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Author's note: Follow these links, to read the earlier
stories of the
`Buffalo Boys' and "Muscle Jocks For Domination".
These stories will pave the way, for better insight
into whom the characters are and from where they
originated.

/nifty/gay/authoritarian/buffalo-boys/
/nifty/gay/authoritarian/muscle-jocks-for-domination/

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Departing from Nick, Dougie followed one of the
guides, meant to take a handful of the first busload
from Timber Creek. Waiting for him, to say his
goodbyes to Nick, he had just walked through the
doorway, when this hottie pops out of the shadows.

"Shit! You almost gave me... a..."

When Dougie saw the handsome features, he forgot about
the heart attack he almost suffered.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to startle you."

"Sir? We're like the same age just about, aren't we?"

The servant smiled.

"Could be, sir."

"Um, if it's okay, can we drop the `sir' stuff. I'm
Dougie."

Very formally, the servant reached out and greeted him
with, "Jon Diliberto."

"Nice to meet you Jon."

"My friends call me `Dil'."

"Then it's great to meet you, Dil."

"There you are!"

Both looked up, to see Adrian Joubert, hanging over
the squared off balcony of the lux home.

"I wondered what the fuck happened to you Jon!"

Right away, Dougie lost all respect for the younger
Joubert. He didn't come on like that, at the triage
site.

"Sorry, sir."

Quickly, Dougie sought after a bluff.

"Um, it wasn't Jon's fault at all, Adrian."

"No, huh?"

Dougie sensed Adrian filled with disappointment.

"No. Um, I kept him down here... um.." then, looking
up at the wall, Dougie spotted a huge painting, the
biggest outside of a regular art museum. "... checking
out `that' painting."

"I see." Then, projecting his fierce attitude once
more, touching Jon, as if mud slung in his direction,
Adrian says, with hostility, "I suppose you started
giving Dougie one of your hifalutin artist lectures.."

"No, sir.. I..."

"Well forget it. You know in this house you're a
servant, so just do your job, Jon!"

Dougie could tell that Jon felt like a shit, being
humiliated in the manner Adrian toted.

"Sorry for him keeping you, Dougie. C'mon. The other
guys are almost finished." Then, turning his attention
one last time to Jon, Adrian remarks, "Watch your
step, Jon. You're treading on shakey ground. One more
slip up and your ass is outta here!"

"Yes, sir," Jon replied meekly, looking to Dougie,
then down to the floor.

"Show our guest to his room, then report back to me,
Jon."

"Yes, sir."

Clear out of earshot of Adrian, Dougie fired up their
conversation once more. This time, on a more sensitive
plane.

"What was that all about, Dil?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Nothing sounded an awful lot like something."

"Forget it. I learned a long time ago to accept things
as they are and not complain."

Using his sixth sense, or was it the seventh or
eighth, Dougie begged to differ with a lot of what Dil
was saying to him.

"First of all, Dil, things don't have to be the way
they are."

"Oh yes they do. You don't know... never mind."

In the meantime, Dil opened the door to Dougie's room.


"Oh wow!"

Unlike the rest of the house, the room appeared to be
perfectly rounded out in an oval shape. It wasn't
anything like Douglass had at home, in Tennessee,
where the landscape beheld a ranchlike, one story
house.

"This is awesome!"

Pulling open a draw, Dil told Dougie, "Here's some
clothes for after you've indulged in your bath or
shower."

Already, Dougie had the blanket cast from his dirty
shoulders, his briefs peeled. When Dil turned around
to face him, to point out the draw of linens, he was
nothing less than astounded by what he viewed.

As with Dougie entering the spacious, lux room, Dil
let his jaw drop, saying, "Oh wow," in a lower key.

For the longest time he stare, until Dougie made a
move towards him.

"I thought so," Dougie said right out.

"Thought what?"

"That you're like the rest of us - gay."

"I'm not... okay, so I am."

Hitting all the right shots, Dougie told him, "And
you're still in the closet. Am I right?"

"Yes."

"And you can't wait to get out of here, only that
Adrian is holding something over your head."

"Beg your pardon, sir.. I mean Dougie?"

"I saw what transpired between you two. Now, what is
this about you going to see Adrian, after I'm
settled?"

"Nothing."

"Let me guess. You get to keep your job, if he gets to
fuck your ass!"

"How did you....no, that's not... I mean..."

Forgetting his role, position among his duty to a
guest, Dil's ass sank down onto the bed.

"Want to talk about it?" Dougie asked, sitting next to
him.

"No. I better not. If I don't report, Adrian will be
angry."

Off on a different tangent, Dougie proceeded, "And
what's this about you being an artist?"

"Was. That part of my life is history now."

"Oh? And how does that go, Dil?"

He sat there closed-lipped for a moment, until Dougie
sought provocation, his soiled left hand placed on
Dil's immaculate right hand.

"You have to promise to keep this to yourself."

"Alright if I tell Nick?"

"Nick?"

"My lover."

Dil looked up at Dougie, then before starting in on
the story, commented, "You're a lucky guy, Dougie."

"Thanks. Now, about you?"

"It started about two years ago. I was down on my luck
and... well, I've always been good at oils..
painting."

"Oil painting. I'm familiar with art. Nick's an
artist, but let's not stray from the subject. What
happened, Dil?"

"It's my own fault. I... I copied another artist's and
signed my name to it. You have to believe me, Dougie.
I was desperate. My mom was dying of cancer, my dad
left us. I had a younger brother to care for. I... oh
damn I screwed up so bad!"

"And let me guess. Adrian found out and now he's
bribing you with sex and who knows what else?"

Despondent, Dil nodded his head up and down, but
otherwise remained silent.

"Are you any good at painting?"

"Oh sure. I mean, at my show, I sold paintings that
are of my own hand," Dil's demeanor suddenly soared,
only to flatline, as he returned to the truth. "It's
only that one that... that Adrian happened to buy,
then return because he already had one hanging in the
study of the house."

"I see."

The two sat there, Dougie rubbing Dil's hand.
Footsteps could be heard, then the turn of the door
knob.

"Aha! Caught you. Red-handed!"

"Nick, we got a problem, " Dougie stood up, facing his
lover.

"We sure do!"

Nick half joked about the two holding hands.

"Get serious, now."

"You are serious, Douglass, aren't you. What's the
matter?"

"To put it to you, the long and short of it is, Dil
here did something real bad. Adrian, the fuckin'
asshole, found out and is now holding it over Dil's
head, making him pay for it, by his service, plus
sexual favors."

"And what is it he done... did wrong?"

Beginning, Dougie started out, Dil interjecting food
for thought now and then.

"Well, I can't say you weren't wrong, Dil."

"Nick, he knows he did wrong," Dougie took it his
position on the defensive.

"Wait! Back off. I'm on your side here. The problem
is, how do we deal with this?"

Dougie added, "For sure, I'm not letting Dil go back
to that jerk and letting him fuck the hell outta poor
Dil here."

"I agree, however..."

A hardy knock came raining down upon their door.
Adrian poked his head in.

"Oh, excuse me gentlemen. I wondered if Jon had
completed his task of showing you around?"

"No," Dougie pure and simple replied.

"No?" The twenty year old doctor's son shot back with,
as if unexpected.

"What Dougie means to say is..." Nick stalled for
time, then continued, "well, we need Dil."

"I don't get it."

Nick had to do better than that. It then dawned on
him. The only way this would work it's way out, would
to be two things - honest and firm. Walking over near
Adrian, he moved his foot behind, kicking the door
shut. Adrian turned to look, as it made a
thunderclapping sound.

"Is this going to take long, Nick. I kind of have
to..."

Nick got tough, saying to Adrian, "Unload your balls
into Dil's ass?"

It wasn't at all what Adrian was expectating. Dougie,
nor Dil, for that matter. Next, Nick placed a firm
grip on Adrian's shoulder.

"Now, I think we're going to have to come to a little
gentlemen's agreement, even though it seems that there
are only three gentlemen standing here in the room at
the moment."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about,
Nick," Adrian tried conning him.

"Let me see if I can give you an idea, Adrian."

Dougie was shocked by Nick only once before. The first
week of camp, when he lay the leather strap on his
back. Instead of himself feeling the pain, though, he
and Dil watched, as Nick put his hand behind Adrian's
neck, reeling him in like a trout, then planting his
wadded up fist in the twenty-year olds gut.

"Ugggggggh!" Adrian belched, holding his stomach and
dropping to the floor, hunched over.

"Oh my," came Dil's reply.

"Believe me," Dougie placed his arm over Dil's
shoulders, "Nick knows what he's doing."

Indeed. Dougie came into Timber Creek Fitness Camp a
nasty son-of-a-gun, a brat from the Tenneesee burbs,
ready to take on anybody that crossed his path. Not a
kitten by any means, but more tame, he's changed
completely, into a more caring, responsible youth. If
it wasn't for Nick's `firm' matter of handling his
discipline, he wouldn't have made the transformation.

"Now," Nick started in on Adrian once more, taking him
by the arm and lifting him up to his feet, only to
shove him down onto his ass, into the arm chair, "you
and I are going to get something straight right here
and now."

Dougie could see that one gut punch wasn't going to do
it. From what Dil had confessed, Adrian had too much
to lose, to give up on Dil at this time, mainly a
tight ass to fuck at will, among other conditions.

"For starters, you're going to turn that painting,
that rightly belongs to Dil here, over to us."

"Fuck that!"

"Deju vu!" Dougie said to nobody but himself,
remembering the same thing he said to heavy-fisted
Nick.

Only, with Adrian, he wasn't standing when Nick
planted his fist into his bod, plus aiming lower.

"Oh shit!" Came Adrian's words, after falling off the
chair from the low blow to his crotch.

"Some people are slow learners," Nick applied to
Adrian, taking his groomed mane and snapping his head
back, "I wonder how long it's going to take to break
you?"

Adrian's next mistake had been trying to make a
beeline for the bedroom door. Nick's right foot
sticking out, made him flatline onto his chest. Right
away, Nick was literally on him. Reaching underneath,
he unbuckled Adrian's belt and brought it up, behind
his back. Like a pro, Nick tightened the buckle end
around his left wrist, then fasted the right, both
hands bound as one unit. Next, he lifted Adrian up and
flung him across the bed.

"What tha fuck? You're not going to get away with
this!"

"Well, it seems we have a difference of opinions here,
Adrian. Now, this is what's going to happen."

"Forget it! I'm not bowing to your's or... or," then
looking to Dil, he shouted, "to this lying, cheating
slut's!"

"The only slut I see here," Dougie said, truthfully,
"is lying on the bed with his hands bound behind his
back."

Nick went right on to challenge, "Now, getting down to
business," he placed his knee onto Adrian's ass, "this
is it. Unlike Dil here, where you bribed him, forced
your cock up his virgin chute and raped the hell out
of him, not to mention the other... well, these are
your options. Either we can settle this here or... in
front of someone whom I sure you don't want to get
involved."

Adrian looked strangely at Nick. It was obviously he
wasn't making the connection.

Until Nick spelled out, "Your father and his partner?"

"You wouldn't!"

Nick shrugged his shoulders, as much to say, `take it
or leave it'.

"He'll never believe you."

"Believe what? That you substituted Dil's forgery for
the original painting, selling it off and keeping the
money for your own benefit?"

"You.... you fuckin' told him?" Adrian directed to
Dil. "You're in deep shit!"

Right now, Dil wasn't fearing anyone or anything.

Nick told him right out, with conviction, "You're not
calling the shots anymore, Adrian. Now, what's it
going to be?"

Planting his face in the bedsheets, Adrian gave them
five seconds to wait.

"What do you want me to do?"

"First, you are going to sever all sexual ties with
Dil here."

"Hah! Where the fuck do you think he's going to go?"

"Back home to his family," Dougie replied.

There had been some of Dil's story he left out.

"My.. mom's dead. I don't know where my brother is."

At this point, Dil needed a hug, which Dougie
proceeded to fulfill.

"I've clothed and fed him for going on two years. He
owes me," Adrian went on to badger.

Overriding the minute detail, Nick went on, "Number
two. Tonight we're going to take the forged painting
out behind the gardener's cottage and have a little
`marshmallow' roast!"

The mood Nick was in, he thought `weenies'!

"What tha fuck? What am I supposed to do for a
painting? My father's sure to see that...."

"I don't give a damn. That's your fuckin' problem."

"No."

"Alright. Then I guess you're opting for plan number
three."

"Three?" Adrian questioned.

"Yes. Have your father and his partner come in here
and have Dil tell them the whole story."

"This is blackmail!" Adrian protested.

Ludicrous, Nick laughed.

It's Dil, pissed, that lay out the truth, "What do you
think it's called taking my ass.. taking my cherry and
using me whenever you have the sexual need? Huh,
Adrian?"

"In fact," Nick says, on the sly, "to let you know I
mean business.. I should have Douglass come over here
and... plug your ass?"

That left more than Adrian overwhelmed with surprise.

"Are you serious, Nick?"

Winking back to Dougie, Nick replied, "Sure. Give
Adrian a taste of his own medicine. Betcha he's got a
virgin ass.. nice and tight!"

"Forget it!" Adrian replied.

"Sure," Nick prodded, "get over behind Adrian here and
fuck his tight chute.

Already stripped down, Dougie proceeded to go along
with the bluff.

"Um, do you think this is okay?" Dougie asked, picking
out a tube of lube from the end table by the bed.

"As long as it's slimy."

"No, you can't do this!" Adrian now sweated, as he
protested.

"Is this how Dil pleaded with you, Adrian?"

No answer came, only silence, as Adrian watched Dougie
firming up his 9c.

Answering for himself, Dil confessed, "I was crying,
begging Adrian not to fuck me, but... he didn't listen
to me."

The bluff went on, Dougie taking some of the clear
lube in his fingers, them sticking them in Aidan's ass
crevice. Not intenionally, but with wishful thinking,
Dougie swabbed the lube into his asshole. Adrian began
to plead some more. Nick, holding Adrian's arms
tightly behind his back, solved a twofold purpose. It
kept his shirt from falling below his waistline,
getting in the way of Dougie, smearing the lube up and
down the lightly haired crevice, swabbing in and out
with one finger, all that would fit.

"Dammit, will get your crotch outta my face! You're
almost smothering me!"

"Oops," Nick said.

Sitting on the bed, his curiosity got the best of
himself. Nick leaned over too far, to watch his
beloved's progress. At the same time, turned on, it
made the bulge in his pants act as an agent for
cutting off Adrian's oxygen supply.

Sure, initially Adrian was complaining about Dougie
lubing up his hole for what he feared - insertion, but
after the twenty year old starting relaxing his
breathing, void of air from Nick's accidental
muffling, he began losing control of his breathing.

"Ooooooooh...ooooooh," he sighed, with immense
pleasure.

"I'm guessing he's a virgin," Dougie said to Nick.

However, it's Adrian that, now calmly supplied the
answer, "I am!"

Suddenly Dougie sensed a presence on his shoulder.
Quickly pivoting his head to the left side, he almost
bonked into Dil.

"Oh, sorry there, Dil."

With no reaction to Dougie's apology, Dil rerouted his
curiosity to, "Um, how are you going to get your cock
into that tiny hole, Dougie?"

Nick answers, "By force, of course."

"Nooooo!" Adrian yells out.

"Yeah," Dougie continues the charade of scare
tactics,"it'll be torture at first, but he'll loosen
up."

Nick and Dougie exchange glances, laughing silently so
that Adrian doesn't catch on. Like the TV with the
sound turned off, their faces reflected two guys
laughing out loud. That is until Dougie found
something poking him in the back. A complete turn
around, he lost his smile, wondering what the mystery
was behind his back.

"What is it?" Nick asked, the serious look spanning
Dougie's face.

Stopping the lube action, he rose up off his knees and
stood.

"On my!" Nick replied.

"I'll say," Dougie responded.

As the two stare at the zipper area of Dil's pants,
Dil himself looked downwards. Dougie got a wicked
idea.

"Um, you ever think of revenge, Dil?"

Looking up at Dougie, Dil asks, "What do you mean?"

"You ever fuck a guy, Dil?" Nick hints.

Up until now, Adrian pretty much was behaving himself,
fessing up to the fact that soon Dougie would be
piercing his tight hole. Even though the same result
was being presented, the difference in the fucker gave
`getting fucked' a new meaning.

"Oh nooooo... he's not fucking this ass!"

Hurt pride, humiliation, whatever, if Dil's cock,
which looked rather adequate of turning the worm hole
into beer bottle size, any man with a tight one would
have shown fear.

"I've always wanted to try it."

Nick and Dougie looked upon enlightenment.

"Well, looks like I can throw away that banana I found
in the fridge while I was downstairs," Nick said.

With one knee holding Adrian's left arm in place, Nick
took the yellow fruit from his pocket.

"You... you mean you weren't going to fuck me? You
were pretending?"

"Not anymore," Dougie revealed to him. "C'mon, Dil.
Get that zipper down!"

"I can fuck him?"

Adrian replied, "No!"

"Yes!" Nick and Dougie joined forces.

"But I'm `not' a bottom!" Adrian protested again.

After dropping his pants, Nick and Dougie watched for
the final unveiling, Dil questioned, "I've never
fucked a guy."

"Second time you said it, Dil. Don't worry. I've
fucked guys plenty of times. There's nothing to it!"

"Um," Nick replied, "I caught that, Dougie."

"Told you Nick, I'm a college jock. That's what top
jocks do."

"How many guys have you fucked, Dougie?"

"Doesn't matter. However..." a finger wormed it's way
into Adrian's ass crevice, "never fucked an ass this
tight. Hell yeah, Dil. You're in for a hot fuck!"

Whimpering, Adrian once again realized the fact - he
was fucked. Figuratively speaking.

"Oh my!" Nick once again voiced his opinion when Dil
dropped his draws.

"Hee, hee," Dougie giggled, "he's almost as big as
us!"

"This is big?" Dil inquired, not having much
experience in comparing statistics.

"All I can say," Nick replied, now taking the utmost
interest in Dil stroking his cock, "um, you want
something to bite on, Adrian?"

Knowing Nick mocked him, Adrian replied, "Bastard!"

"Look at the bright side," Nick continued to converse
with the good looking medium brown-haired captive,
"could change your whole perspective of fucking!"

"Yeah," Dougie cut in, "'might even decide you like
your worm hole torn open!"

Nick, getting hornier by the minute, licked his lips
seeing his own lover, helping grease up Dil's shaft. A
light shining from above, not heaven, but the scene
depicted it, Nick could almost taste the 9.5c, as
Dougie's hand made sure every inch, from slit to base,
bathed in the clear gel.

"All ready," Dougie declared.

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be. It's easy. Stick the tip in and then push."

"It's really going to hurt Adrian?"

Dougie and Nick traded glances.

"Like, what would that matter, Dil?" Dougie inquired.
"Didn't it feel like torture when Adrian raped your
chute for the first time?"

"Oh yeah. I thought I would pass out."

"Well?"

Then letting his barrel flop down on his equally
gifted jewels, he said, "No. It isn't right."

To all of their surprises, Adrian yells out, "Will you
fuckin' shove it in there and get it over with?"

Two of the gaping mouths turned to smiles. Dil just
didn't know what to think. Nick took the chance of
letting up on Adrian.

"I do believe we're open here for some versatile
action," Nick suggested.

"Dammit, you really hurt my arms!"

Adrian turned over onto his back. Nick went to go for
the restraining position once more.

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

"Looks like you are!" Dougie said.

"All I want to do is get this over with. You can take
the painting and burn it. Now hurry up and get on with
the fucking!"

Nick scratched his head with wonderment, as the twenty
year old reached under his own thighs, pulled his
knees up to almost his chest, then slid his hands down
so that they caressed his own ass, spreading his
cheeks open so that his ass pea-hole was totally
visible to the naked eye.

"Well?"

Dougie kidded, "You better hurry up Dil before Adrian
starts begging you!"

"Yeah," Nick mocked too, "Bad enough I already feel
like I'm in the `Twilight Zone'!"

"Um, you'll help me Dougie?"

Looking to Nick and smiling, the two knew how Dougie
wouldn't mind holding Dil's 9.5c, getting it on the
launch pad for it's blastoff into inner space!

"Um, Nick?" Dougie asked, his hand getting ready for
the rocket booster.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to definitely need relief after Dil gets
the hang of this. Strip!"

The twenty-four year old looked upon Dougie, still
sweaty and sooty, but nonetheless, propelled by the
hot prospects. He almost tore the buttons on his
shirt, trying to loosen them. At the same time, he
eyed up the progress. He knew how compassionate his
lover could be, allowing Adrian to put the pillow over
his head, to bite into. Good thing, too. Both had a
dickens of a time trying to force Dil's hard shaft
into the small hole.

Nick finally suggested, "Damn, you've got more lube on
that thing than you need. Just jamb it on in!"

Dougie would later point out the sadistic side of
Nick, coming over, putting his knee between Dil's legs
and boosting his own knee against Dil's ass,
propelling him forward.

"Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
Dil gasped, throwing his head back, as his spear dived
on in.

"Hot!" Dougie rang out, watching the bronco buster go
for a ride.

Dougie asked Nick, "Remember the first time I fucked
you?"

"It'll take a lifetime to forget. What about it?"

"Damn well took me all of ten minutes to work up a
sweat like that!"

Smiling, Nick leaned over and licked Dil's sweaty
back, catching several droplets of the salty liquid.

"Mmmmm..."

"Got those pants off yet, Nick?"

Dougie's subtle suggestion made Nick spring into
action, jumping up to his feet and peeling off his
pants, followed by his lowrise briefs.

"Move over," Nick said to Adrian, as he plunged into
the bed, on his back.

The kingsized bed could hold four fucking victims,
however Nick cuddled close as he could to the
twenty-year old. So abrupt was he, that it caused
Adrian to unearth his head. Nick took the pillow,
throwing it across the room.

"Heeeeey!" Adrian scolded him.

"All you're using that for is to hide the pleasure
you're getting out of Dil raping your ass!"

"Am not!"

Plain to see, to all, neither did the elements of pain
cross Adrian's face, nor the matter of humiliation.

"Deny it that you're not liking your ass plowed,
Adrian!" Nick demanded.

"Well, I.. oooh, not so rough, Dil?"

Unlike fifteen minutes ago, Adrian now spoke calm as a
cucumber, as Dil began to get the hang of fucking,
pulling his fully inserted cuke out an inch and then
pushing back in.

"Never mind," Nick replied. "My turn!"

With a smile, Nick's hands hoisted up his thighs.

After Dougie had taken the plunge, Nick turned to
Adrian and asked, "Do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Reach over here and squeeze my nips?"

Call it jealousy, whatever, Dougie replies, "Fuck
that! If anybody's going to torture those nubs, it's
me!"

With his chute fully loaded, knees on his lover's
shoulders, Dougie reaches around and grabs hold of the
two nublets. Watching Dougie, Dil gets some ideas of
his own. As if a reflection in a mirror, Nick and
Adrian act exactly the same, in sync, shouting out,
arching their backs.  As much as possible that is,
with their asses anchored by 9.5c and 10c shafts.

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To Be Continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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