Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 11:23:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Collecting Things 01

The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any
resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not
meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male relationships offends you, then you should not read this
story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Collecting Things" 01 (M/M oral anal bdsm)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Great coin collection, Rex! I like this new one. Get any new stamps?"

Rex had catalogued all of his coins that he's collected, for the past ten
years, transferring the images to his computer, via a digital camera. The
coined treasure was kept safely, in the vault of the family home. In a
month's time he would be moving on in life, heading off to college. Even
though, at eighteen, he considered himself a highly responsible person, yet
didn't want the liability, if something should happen to his precious coin
collection. A guy didn't haul such a treasure off to the dorm room. So, the
collection of stores of CD's portraying coins from the US, as well as some
foreign coins, became packaways, amidst Rex's computer paraphenalia. He and
Steve had been viewing the extensive collection for roughly an hour and a
half.

"You're lucky that you have a dad that travels, Rex."

"I suppose."

"I mean, not only do you have this great coin collection, but look at all
the stamps we've looked through for the past week."

"Oh, I added another CD."

"Another?" Steve asked, astonished.

"Yeah. My dad was in Italy and France last month and sent me digitals of
three rare stamps, in circulation around WWII."

"You are one lucky guy, Rex."

"Yeah. Say, Steve, do you think I can get some more pics of your body?"

"More, Rex? You've been taking pics of my body for the past eight
years. How many more do you need?"

Rex faced Steve, putting his hands on his friends shoulders.

He smiled at him, saying, "Now you know I wouldn't ask, without some kind
of 'payment' involved, do you Steve?"

The eighteen year old stood there, smiling back.

"Of course not, Rex," Steve replied.

Steve's hand moved to his belt buckle, while Rex's hands began unbuttoning
the shirt. Playing together hadn't involved the usual games that youths
do. At an early age, maybe ten, they discovered that the human body could
be fair play, when having some boyhood fun. Often, in lieu of the glory of
winning at Monopoly, instead of leaving it as victor and loser, they would
plan ahead, setting a prize for the winner and loser. As they aged, the
prizes became more 'grandiose'. With Steve all stripped, Rex began taking
his clothes off.

"I'll get the dice," Steve offered, going to the desk drawer.

He removed a red pair of dice, with white dots.

"Everytime I hold these, I feel they have such power."

"How do you mean, Steve?"

"Well, you always tell me to do stuff, Rex."

"Yeah. So?" Rex replied, removing the last shred of clothing, his briefs.

"Even though we both have fun, the dice control part of that action."

Steve looked glum, as he finished the explanation, tossing the dice on the
counter, next to the computer. His head hung down, as if he stare at his
own cock, nestled in the dark pubic hair. Rex came up behind Steve, sliding
his arms in between arm and sides. Moving his arms up his own six foot, one
inch frame, he raised Steve's arms, then wove his hands behind Steve's
head, placing him in a full nelson.

"Oooooooh man... that feels so invigorating, Rex!"

It's just what Steve needed, to break him free from thoughts of losing Rex,
as they both headed off in different directions for college. Steve loved
the feeling of having his body stretched, his body arched in a way that
made his abs taut, his body curved, muscles flexing. Not much coaxing was
necessary, for Steve's cock to extend to it's hardened, 7.5c state. For
eighteen year olds, the two had been gifted early, with their stately
erections, Rex's shaft, measuring a whopping 8.5c.

"That's how I want you today, Steve."

"Cool, Rex. Let's do it!"

Rex broke off from the full nelson, moving to the closet for the rope, as
Steve prepped the large bed. From many experiences with Rex, he stripped
the bed completely, down to the mattress. Next he took a plastic sheet from
the draw and remade the bed. It actually had been a plastic tablecover,
used under a satiny one, so as not to stain a rich veneer with spilled
foods.

An evening at dinner, prompted Steve and Rex into a series of giggles, when
the servant tried to explain to his mother that he couldn't find the
undercloth. She accused the servant to being careless with household
items. It wasn't anything, to Rex's parents, to have Steve for dinner. In
fact, Steve almost lived at the Jarvis resident, since it had only been
himself, orphaned in the world. His Uncle Bob, whom stood as ward to Steve,
didn't care a hill of beans where he was, at long as the monthly check
rolled in, designated for Steve's caring, but usually diverted to a six
pack and other 'essentials'.

"I can't believe that soon you'll be going off to college, Rex."

"Hey, you're going too, Steve."

"I know, but it won't be the same as you."

"Hey, listen buddy. We all can't be born with silver spoons in our mouths."

"I know and it's not that I'm afraid to work my way through college."

"After we play today, I have a present for you Steve."

"A present? Like what, Rex?"

"Let's just play and if you're as good as usual, I might tell you."

"Oh c'mon, Rex!"

"Um, the hands?"  Rex cautioned Steve, after he placed his hands on his
shoulders.

"Oh. Did we start. Sorry... um, sir?"

"No, but we're starting right now, Steve."

"Damn! C'mon, Rex. Say you started ten minutes ago?"

Two eighteen year olds stare at each other, with 'serious' on their brains,
until Rex cracked a smile.

"Ten minutes ago, boy? We started a half hour ago. You'll pay for touching
me, boy... on the bed. Get ready for the worst pain that's ever racked your
body, boy!"

Rex's words set the 'game' in motion. He laughed his ass off, watching
Steve scramble, jumping on the bed, then laying flat out on his back, arms
and legs spread eagle.

"Ooooh, I can't wait to feel the rope stretching my body out, Rex. Hurry,
please!" Steve begged.

On this trip to Europe, Rex's father had taken his mother with him on his
business excursion, throwing in some pleasure. They had asked Rex if he
minded if he stole his mother away for a second honeymoon. Rex didn't
object one bit. After all, it's not like they didn't leave someone in
charge, their head servant, Michael Sardi, a 34yo whom had come on board
before Rex and his older brother were born.

A knock came at the bedroom door. Both boys, in the raw looked at each
other.

"Probably Michael," Rex quipped.

Walking to the door, he stood mostly behind it, cracking it, as the turning
knob allowed it to slowly open.

"Oh, it's you Michael." Then swinging the door fully open, he replied,
"C'mon in. We're just starting. You're alone?"

"My nephew will be here in half an hour. I told him to let himself in,"
Michael replied. He acknowledged Steve, "Hey, kid!"

"Hi... Sir."

"Didn't you tell him we started early this morning?" Rex asked, pertaining
to Philip's absence.

"I told him last week, but he said he had to do something at work and then
he'd come by."

"I hope you're not going to go lightly on him, Michael."

"Don't you worry about that, Rex. We both know he can 'take it', so I'm
pouring the punishment on heavy!"

"Good man," Rex replied to Michael, as if equal in age, instead of his 18
years young, "just like this pain pig here," Rex referred to Steve, who
smiled at the two.

Michael began disrobing from his servant attire, helping himself to a
hanger, from the closet for his jacket, shirt, and pants. He traded the
glad rags for his usual play attire, a leather harness, chaps and the
boots, appearing from the gymbag he brought in.

"Man, you sure look great in those leathers, Michael."

"You tell me that every time, Rex."

"I know. Someday I'm going to get myself some."

Michael smiled. After buckling the harness, he walked back over to the door
he came in through.

"Where are you going, Michael?"

"Hang loose a minute," he told Rex.

Stepping out the door, Michael exited, then quickly reentered. He held two
white, giftwrapped boxes in his hands, one smaller than the other.

"What's this?"

"Late graduation presents. Shipping got botched up, so that's why I'm
giving it to you in August, instead of June!"

After handing Rex one of the boxes, he approached the bed. Steve lay there,
eagle-spread, but not tied down yet.

"Here, you worthless scum!" Michael said sarcastically, slapping the box
down right on Steve's pudgy stomach.

"Owwwch!" he sighed out loud, doing a mock situp.

 "Fuck that! You know you loved it, Stevie!" Michael replied to the sore
endeavor.

The room rang out with, 'wow's' and 'thanks, Michael', as the eighteen year
olds tore into their boxes, unwrapping their gifts.

"Oh wow, Michael! These chaps must've really set you back!"

"Hey, one can't equate the fun you've given me, over the years Rex, with
money!"

"Rex, will you look at this!"

Steve stood on the bed, holding a full body harness up to his body.

"Hee heee..." Michael giggled, "wait til you have your body a prisoner of
that... no, there wouldn't be any loose fittings, including these!"

"Oooooh!" Steve sighed, when Michael's hand took hold of his teen balls.

"Why don't you help my boy into his new wardrobe, Michael?"

"y'don't mind, Rex?"

"Now you know I'm the sharing kind, Michael."

"Philip's yours, for as long as you want him today, Rex."

That made Rex's already bulging erection fill his new chaps. Philip Sardi,
the same age as he and Steve, turned him on, big time, even before he shed
his clothes.

"That go for Philip's punishment, Michael?"

"He's yours as soon as he walks through that door, Rex."

"Nice."

"What about my punishment?" Steve pouted.

"Oh, I'm sure Michael can come up with something to keep you entertained,
Steve."

Michael threw a smiling glance at Rex, then turned to Steve, saying,
"Where's the dice?"

Like Rex, Michael thrilled at the gamble of the dice, in their play, all
waiting upon Philip's arrival.

"About time you fuckin' got here!"

"Sorry guys, but I had to run one errand at the florist and..."

"I don't want to hear your fuckin' excuses, boy!"

One might have thought Michael shot off his mouth, with the dominant voice
raging from within Rex.

Philip sighed in pain, as Rex squeezed his crotch, saying, "You got that
boy?"

"Yesssir... aaakkkkkk.... sir!" Philip replied, half in pain.

"Good, now get stripped and get ready for punishment!"

"Um, yes..." looking over to Michael, who gives an 'okay' signal, then back
into Rex's face, "yes, Sir."

Rex loved watching Philip strip. Like he and Steve, Philip had been in that
pubic change into jock status. The medium brown skinned Italian, dark
nipples set on worked pecs, a dark patch of hair midchest, in a dark streak
down his stomach, to a deep navel, swirling around and then integrated with
the dark, thickened, curly pubic hair, surrounding an already engouged 8c,
on a bed of tennis balls. When Philip turned, to place his folded clothes
in a pile on the floor, Rex stroked his cock, wanting to force it into
Philip's hairy ass crevice, but there would be plenty of time before that
happened.

Steve saw Rex's desires and reminded him, "Don't forget about my ass, Rex!"

"Oh, don't you worry," Michael replied, "I'll be taking care of your ass
today!"

This is the first time, since Philip joined their play, three months ago,
that they've traded 'boys'. Steve knew his ass would be splitting wide
open, gazing upon Michael's 9c, thick cock.

"Um," Philip says to Rex, "I hope you're as fulfilling as Michael."

Rex looked over to Michael, asking, "Sounds like an insult to me, Michael."

Philip replied, immediately, "Oh, no insult intended, Sir!"

"Yeah," Michael replied, "I'd take that as a direct insult and don't take
any of his shitty excuses!"

"Lying scum," Rex said, in his best master improvisation. "Now get on the
bed over there with the other bad boy!"

Philip hadn't admitted it yet, like Steve has. That is, loving the feeling
of his body being tormented. Didn't matter if he vocally admitted it or not
though, since his Uncle Michael already knew the score, as well as
Rex. After all, Philip wouldn't consent to coming to spend a week at Rex's
home, if he didn't love 'the play'.

"Your turn to roll the dice first, Michael."

"Nah, you go, Rex. On account of you graduating and all. Yeah, you're the
man now... Master Rex. Man, you look so fuckin' good in those chaps.. and
oh yeah! Hold on! Got one more item to complete the ensemble!"

Michael raced to his gymbag, then pulled out something leathery. Unwrapped,
he placed it immediately in Rex's hand.

"Oh woooooow! My first strap! Cool, Michael!"

So overwhelmed with the leather implement, used in place of normally
utilizing a belt, Rex held the soft, leather strap in two hands, behind
Michael's back, as he hugged him.

"I got some other stuff out in the car for you. After we punish these bad
boys, I'll go out and get it."

"More stuff? For me?"

"Yeah. Some equipment that a master can't do without. That kind of stuff."

"But I'm going off to college. What am I going to do with all this stuff,
Michael?"

"Take it with you, Rex. You kidding? Wait til you get settled in. There's
tons of college jocks that want what these two boys crave!"

"There are?"

"Yeah. In fact, got a professor at the college that'll be able to help you
round up a few willing masochists!"

"No shit? A professor?"

"Yeah. Doug Marantz. Science professor. Don't worry, Rex. I'm going to help
you take care of all that extracurricular time you have on your hands."

"I don't believe it. A college professor into what we're into. Um, is he a
top or bottom?"

"Top to most, but he'll do anything I'll tell him to."

"How's that go, Michael?"

"It's a long story. Let's get going on our boys before my cock springs a
big leak!"

Big leak? Rex's erection already leaked and big time. He could feel the
sauce squishing around inside his chaps, leaking as a result of all the
excitement. Not only the heat of the moment, but lusting upon Michael's
thirty-four year body. Unlike his Italian nephew, Philip, his whole chest
was covered with a luscious mat of hair, then a trail flowed halfway down
his stomach, before fanning out over his belly. The thick forest of hair
covered his lower region, completely covering his navel, even though the
dark bellyhole could be detected. He had bushy pubes, but all that splendid
hair couldn't hide the 9c, nor the big balls.

"Got the camera, Rex?"

"Yeah, here it is, Michael."

"Cool. I want to get some 'before' pics of Steve's body."

"He's going to get some hot treatment, from the best!"

"Hey, keep watching me, Rex. You already are catching up quick!"

Tossing the compliments back and forth, Michael set out to take digital
pics of Steve's body. Moving around, as Michael ordered, multiple pics were
taken of Steve's nips, navel, his chest and stomach as a whole and his
pubes. Michael had Steve move his hips in different directions, so that he
could get side shots of his 7.5c, sticking through the leather loop in his
body harness. The torture already started, as the tight leather strangled
the base of Steve's hard cock. As he followed Michael's directions, his
twisting torso, pulled the bottom of the harness, taking his big balls
along with it, causing Steve grief that only served as fuel to make his
cock twitch.

"Yeah... yeah... hot, Stevie!" Michael called out, snapping shots under his
balls. "Can't wait to torture those babies! Now flip over on your chest,
Stevie. Pull those ass cheeks apart. Yeah... good... yeah... gonna bust
your ass wide open this weekend!"

Michael talked of the weekend at hand, even though Steve and Philip knew
they would be in for a helluva week. Michael and Rex had planned this
'sendoff' week for the two, plus Rex himself. Michael, on occasion told him
that he would make the two hour drive, up to the college, to play, as often
as he could. At the time, Rex didn't know that Michael would be staying at
Professor Marantz's home and find out more about their history, as time
progressed.

"Great!"

"Akkkk!" Steve yelped, as Michael slapped his ass, before hopping off the
bed.

"The camera's all ready, buddy," Michael said to Rex, handing him the
digital piece.

"Where's the dice? I'm all raring to go to work on Stevie here!"

"Fetch them yourself, Michael. They're on the computer hutch."

"Fetch huh?" Michael replied, kneeling on the bed, his hands on his leather
thighs.

"Yeah, what do I look like a peon or something?"

"I knew I should've waited til later to give you those chaps," Michael said
sarcastically.

In reality, Michael looking upon Rex, the teen jock, all decked out in the
leather ensemble, turned him on tremendously. He remembers a close buddy
giving him his first set of leather, when he turned eighteen. Even more so,
his extra kick came from seeing Philip bow to Rex's orders, bending or
standing perfectly still while Rex snapped up his physique. He knew Rex was
heavy into CBT, so knew that he would take tons of pics of Philip's cock
and balls. Whereas Rex concentrated on the lower portion of Philip's body,
Michael's focus was on the nips and navel. Two vulnerable places he liked
to dwell on, though he liked working over a guy's balls, too. Of course
that was the front of the body. When it came to an ass, his 9c would be
handling most of the stretching play, along with his buttplug collection.

"Um, got enough pics of Philip's crotch yet, Rex?"

"Yeah. Guess that's enough. Let me start downloading. I'll name this
collection 'Hell Week'."

"Yeah, cool, Rex. Hurry. I want to start working over Stevie here. You want
that, Stevie, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

Michael smiled, being patient. After all, it's been a helluva time, the
last few years, being a mentor to Rex. His own father was off touring the
world, so Michael had become more of a father to Rex, than his
own. Something his mother didn't mind, often sending Michael off to events,
instead of going herself.

"All set. They're downloading. So, what's up for the guys here, Michael?"

"Clothespins."

"How about ten times whatever you throw on the dice, Michael?"

"Ten? That's it, Rex? How about twenty-five?"

"Yeah, okay. Toss them."

Philip, stood there, looking down at Steve's stomach, as Michael shook up
the two dice, in his hand. Throwing them out, they tumbled onto Steve,
rolling over his bellytrail, then coming to a rest.

"Three? Fuck that's got to be a miss-roll!"

"Your call, Michael. Too many miss-rolls and you know what that means?"

"Yeah. Okay. I'll take it. Seventy-five clothespins, each."

"C'mon Philip. Get on the bed, next to Steve."

Philip hoped so. From the first moment he met Steve, a few months back, he
loved what he saw. Other than the physical structure, he liked being next
to Steve, feeling his pleasure and his pain. He liked the dice game,
because he sensed the same feelings that Steve would have, enduring the
same torture of his body. Shimmying around, Philip slapped the sides of his
torso next to Steve's. They both shared the same 5'10 height, build and
weight. Steve's chest swirled with a light covering of dark brown
hair. Philip's chest hair amounted to a dark patch in the middle,
continuing down his stomach in a thin trail. Like Philip, Steve also
sported a thin dark trail. Both trails extended down to deep bellyholes,
treasure trails from navel to pubes.

"Whew!"

"What's the matter, Rex?"

"These chaps sure are tight, Michael."

"They'll loosen up on you. What do you want? They're new."

"I know, but they're making a prison for my cock."

"Then snap off the codpiece."

"The what?"

"Codpiece. Here, let me show you."

"Fuck that. You keep your hands to yourself, Michael!"

Steve let out a giggle, then, "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...ooooh shit!"

Michael gives Steve a verbal warning, followed by slapping his cock real
hard, with the palm of his hand. The sound of the slap, on the side of
Steve's hard, 7.5c shaft was like that of a pair of hands clapping
together.

"Oh man. That's gotta hurt!"

"Sure it does. Why do you think it's called torture, Rex?" Michael turned
to Steve and ask, "Hurt, Stevie?"

"Oh yeah," Steve replied, not terribly upset, looking at his red erection.

"Like it?"

"It's different. I could get used to it."

Michael grinned. Yeah, it was going to be a fun week!

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