Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2011 13:57:10 -0400 From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com> Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 11 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 states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % CoMPany payLoaD 11 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "This should fit the bill for dinner!" Caught off guard, James' reflexes kicked in rather keenly, catching a bottle of wine tossed to him. "You're lucky I'm a good catch," James replies to the `chest-catch', followed by brushing dust from the buttons of his dress shirt. "Me?" he winks, "At five hundred bucks a bottle I would say you're damn lucky!" It didn't really phase James. Even though he and Tom were strapped for cash, there was a time when, growing up, they had money in the family. Too bad their parents died and left behind a hill of bills! "And what do you call that?" Reading James like a book, the nameless chef replies as he stands there, feet shoulder width, hands parked behind his head, elbows high in the air, his bod racked out as if bound eagle-spread, "C'mon now James. We both know we're not here to pick out wine." If this conversation played out for an eternity, James might have found himself salivating, drool wiped from his mouth by the back of his hand, but instead his `elixir' was beginning to churn up, knowing exactly where all this was headed, replying as he flipped the wine bottle over and held it by the neck, "So, what did you say your name is?" The challenge was on, "Didn't say!" Walking, standing a pace from him, James placed the cylindrical surface against the white linen chef's jacket, pressing in a bit as he follows with, "You leave me with only one recourse to finding out!" He presses the bottle in, detecting a stomach which is not mushy, but rather taut and not easily disturbed. "I stand my ground," the invitation is extended, a smile attached. Perhaps he wasn't quite confident, about James, thinking his attack would be conservative, but James put all his might behind driving that bottle into the chef's abs, after bringing it back and setting it bounding at the speed of a bowman's arrow. "Ugh-h-h-h-h-h!" he caught the bottle in his stomach. It didn't phase him other than making himself take baby steps backwards till dust flew when his back hit a walled shelf of spirits! Walking over, James smiles, saying, "Well, you sure as hell didn't do any damage to the bottle." Normally, James would have cared for the injuries of another person, but being he figured the responsibilities for `playing the game' according to `the rules', which having none established and fact, the man he tried to bruise abs was still standing and hardly suffering, words came in a humorous approach, "I bet you can take ten times that amount?" He smiled, as he rubbed his hardly phased abdominals, then noticed James looking at something to his left. "What's the red light for? 911?" "No," nonchalantly he answers, "more for the reason you conned me into coming down here in the first place?" It wouldn't be the first time a visitor to the house would be curious, wondering if there really existed a full working dungeon in the basement of the house, usually taken as a myth. Tapping the bottle on his hand, James flips it back, offering it back into the hands of `L', "Sure would like to know your name, `L'?" "Only one way you're going to get it," he accepts the challenge, the twenty-nine year old chef takes on the challenge, pressing the red button, which immediately goes to green. "Right this way?" he paves the route as the wall of wine very easily slides west. Stepping into the cool chamber, lights automatically turn on, but not to the luminosity of sunlights, rather a dull library lighting. However, instead of books, there are different forms of furniture which begin to tell the story of the rather large, expansive underground. "Whoa! Is this real?" James slides his hands over the wooden frame, rectangular shaped and lying down, but a few feet from the floor. "Nice if you've got a little kink in your neck!" Laughing along, because James honestly thought it comical, says, "I bet it'll put more than a kink `in' your neck. Even better, work a man's tongue loose?" he hinted. "My name is Laurent." Smirking, James says, "Scared I was going to put you on the rack?" Moving in, pinning James against the `head' end of the rack, Laurent replies, "I don't think I could be intimidated by anything you propose," he gets close enough, bowling James over the wooden frame, catching him by arms going around him. "Close call," James replies. "Another half inch and you would have my bod splayed over the frame of this device?" "We're here to torture me, remember?" Right now it wasn't about names, not normal name-calling, but as the fantasy began to play out, James searched for a feel of the situation, "Oh? How would that go?" Too, James wanted to know how far he `could' go. Backing up, Laurent smiles, the six-foot one chef loosening up his jacket and in haste, sends buttons flying as he reveals underneath it. "I hope you got a closet full of them!" James jokes about the ripping of fasteners, but puts his humor aside when he takes on Laurent's bod, vision of the perfect muscle bear. "So what do you say `Master James'? Want to torture this bod?" His experience, which his college buds gave James a dusting of information about the bdsm life, enough for him to address Laurent, he fishes for info, "No limits?" "If that's how you want it to go?" "Anything goes?" "As long as there's no permanent marks. At least unless you want to wind up owning me for life?" With Laurent stripped from the waist up, James replies as he stands there, arms folded across his middle, stature like that of a master overseeing the purchase of property, "Depends on what I have to work on below?" The light brown trail, remnant of a bellyhole swirl, had a hint of red hair, the thin line embedded in the massive swirl, but leading in the direction James eyes and hand followed, after the two broke off their stare. "I think you will like what you have to work with." Then looking up at James, who looked down, "And by the way, I rather enjoy having my balls worked rather harshly, if you're into it?" With sketchy details on how to work a man's balls, due to his flaw in the knowledge of friendly torture, James could have showed his ignorance, but replies instead, "I can get into some heavy stuff." Lifting his eyebrows, became a reaction on James' part, his hand detecting something more than `substantial' to work with! "Hot deng de deng diggity-doo!" Laurent replies as he anchors his briefs under his massive globes. Even though he first wondered what strange language Laurent talked, James quickly cared less, seeing what was unveiled. True to his hand feeling up two rounded parts of Laurent's lower anatomy, seeing was believing, the monstrous `ball-toys' he had to play with. "Squashed, stretched, pounded or slapped around, I love it all!" At the time of his own experience in a dungeon, nothing the caliber of this dungeon, James witnessed some dude have his balls slapped back and forth much like a guy getting slapped across his face, but the other descriptions suggested made James gulp! It must've showed, Laurent giggling as he said, "Not much experience down there, huh?" he nods to his reddish brown pubes. Covering himself, James replies, "More from the rear!" Stepping out of the pants he dropped to around his ankles, Laurent says, "I've got a few hours before dinner is served, if you want some guidance on how to turn me on?" Laurent steps forward and begins unbuttoning James' shirt. "Let me get this straight, Laurent. You're going to show me how to torture your own balls?" Whether it was the adrenal beginning to rush, or another reason to make James clammy, he began feeling a slight increase in bod temperature, so began unbuttoning his shirt. "I bet you'll get good at it once you get the hang of... it..." Laurent stuttered, seeing what the shirt covered up. "Oh fuck you're hot!" James wondered how long it would take to get to the torture-training, not that he minded Laurent's actions, mouth going for the black patch, midchest, fingers giving his nips a zing! % "Nolan?" Yalin shouts, at his boss entering his own office. In surprise, because of the comfortable position, his butt in the swivel chair, leg over one arm, typing at a computer keyboard, long-distance with two pencils, he's all nervous getting up, almost dumping himself out of the chair! "Easy there Yalin!" Nolan shouts, helping to catch him before he winds up with his butt on the floor. Both stopped for a moment, their minds derailed as Nolan had spontaneously and with haste, had reached under Yalin's thigh to help steady him. "Feels pretty good!" Yalin says of the precarious position. Nolan lets his hand slide out, Yalin's delayed butt-slapping to the floor! "Thanks for catching me," Yalin replies, pulling himself up with use of the desk ledge. "You're welcome," Nolan smiles, holding the chair. "Sit!" Nolan takes up residence on the corner of the desk, asking, "So how have things been going in my absence?" He hoped for the worst! "Fine. Light day. I have a meeting scheduled with... I mean `you' have a meeting scheduled at one o'clock with Felipe Cabeza and..." Before Yalin can complete his thought, Jake Golubovic shows at the doorway, "All ready and set to take on the corporate world!" Walking over to Jake, Nolan fondles the sharp black tie against the white shirt, "Is this the same slob who runs the computer show at Harrellsson?" "Shut up," Jake slaps Nolan's hand away from his tie. Then, sideswiping right past Nolan, he addresses Yalin, "What time do we leave?" "There's been a change of plans," Yalin says. "After what I went through to get all spiffed up?" Jake complains. Little would Nolan, nor Yalin have guessed how many fucks it cost for him to weasel a white shirt off a fellow employee, or at least the promise of `I owe you one', for a measly black neck tie. Nolan cracked a half smile, kind of `knowing' what Jake went through, responding to the two, "You know I was thinking of taking a half day today." "You just got here," Jake replies. "Yeah, well, I have some business to take care of outside of business, so why don't you two just go on with what you have planned and... and why is it you're going Jake?" Jake wondered that himself, directing to Yalin, "Yeah, why am I going anyway?" For the only reason he could think, "Because Felipe Cabeza is too hot for me to handle by myself?" Jake replies, "You're an imbecile Yalin!" Taking it in stride, Nolan replies, "On second thought maybe I should go along!" But he didn't! % Upstairs, lying in the king-sized-plus, custom bed, in Giuseppe's spacious bedroom, Eric Harrellsson dreams as his Italian friend pleasures him, "Oh this is going to work out so sweet." Pulling off Eric's cock, Giuseppe asks, "How much torture do you think Nolan will take before signing the company and family fortune over to you?" "Nolan? Oh yes, Nolan," Eric was shaken back into reality. Even though Giuseppe's talented tongue was treating his eight inch stump with such sweet and succulent licks, until he reached the head, going down the whole barrel, surrounding all sides with his pursed lips, it wasn't Giuseppe he thought of, but rather fantasized on Demont giving him the exquisite blowjob. Even though he promised, in payment for Giuseppe's services, allowing him to hideout at his Italian villa, for the use of the dungeon and other amenities, using Demont's hide as payment, Eric backtracks, "By the way, you wouldn't be willing to share, would you Sep?" "If we're talking about Demont, sure. I'd be willing to share, if you are?" Eric knew he meant Nolan, him replying, "He's all yours as soon as your goons get what I want from him!" Regardless of trafficking value, Giuseppe suggests, "No, I mean your building, in America. Why you must have dozens of hot men working for you?" "Yeah," Eric says in a long flow of sounds, much like the hiss of a snake, "I can think one or two.... dozens!" He laughs. Then, looking to the ceiling, he tries focusing on faces, naming, "First on my list would be Dave Schlesinger, a real fox of a man, with a nice tight ass. Yeah, now there's a man you could have a whole lot of fun with Sep. A little squeamish?" Playing right into Giuseppe's devious mind, his cock-sucker replies, "Pain threshhold?" "Like I said, you could have a field day with him!" "Which means you would have to secure me another hot man." "Being piggish aren't we Sep?" "Eric, I'm only thinking, if this Schlesinger is a little wimpish, he's going to pass out on me rather quickly," and playing Eric up, "and if I'm willing to share Demont with you and this David passed out, what am I supposed to do?" "Fine!" Eric replies, bargaining, "There's the guy in the copy center, `Aaron Kline', a kind of guy you could have fun breaking." "Slave material. Mm-m-m, I like the sound of that. Anymore?" "Sep?" Eric says with frustration. "My friends and me could use some fresh meat?" "I'll think about it," Eric replies. "Now you want to get back on `my meat' before it wilts to nothingness?" % Since Denis had left his wallet in his locker at `Diamond Joe's', the two headed right downtown. "Fast work with the glass window," Doug comments on Diamond Joe's panels of front window space. "And what'd I tell you?" Denis says of the guy in the skimpy speedo, a surfboard accompanying his modeling. "He's kind of cute," Doug replies, smiling. "I thought you thought `I' was cute?" "You are. Cuter than him, for sure," Doug tries redeeming himself. "C'mon. I'm going to ask Mr. Diamond why he didn't tell me I was fired." "You go boy!" Doug supports him as he takes off after Denis. Marching up the aisle they are stopped by Adam's blocking, "Hey I got some great news!" For a moment Denis put his attitude on hold, "What could be good news? Diamond fires me and doesn't have the decency to call me at home to tell me?" Ranting, "Let's me walk in the store and see some hot guy in the window doing `my' job?" Adam wanted to fill him in, but Diamond Joe, aka Joe Diamond, comes right up behind him and begins to says something. Denis cuts his speech short, "How come you fired me and didn't tell me?" "Fired you?" Joe asks. "Who said anything about firing you?" Turning to his brother, "Did you say anything about firing your brother, Adam?" "I didn't have a `chance' to," Adam says, as it putting the blame on their employer for interrupting them. "Oh, well. Anyhow, I haven't fired you." "But I wanted to be a modeler," Denis replies, his spirits flattened. It was on Joe's mind to transform Denis into a member of the sales staff, but with the look on his face he knew it wouldn't go over too well. Also, he was very fond of the Crew boys, especially beholden to Adam for having a new friend like Yalin, whose friend, Jake has suddenly entered his life, adding some pizzazz to it. With quick thinking, he says, "Of course you do. That's why I've gone ahead and scheduled a photo shoot for you," and Joe thinking it might please Denis, "your friend..." "Doug," Doug replies, "Doug McDougall." "Yes, for you and Douglas..." "No, it's Doug," Doug corrects him. Right away, that dominant attitude, same one experienced with Jake Golubovic, only Jake giving meaning tenfold, regardless, it set Diamond Joe's balls tingling with excitement. "Doug. Yes, well I've scheduled a photo shoot with..." he would kick himself later for choosing the most prolific photographer on the east coast, "Glenn Watney?" Said like it was meant to `ring a bell', Denis replies with a shrug of his shoulders, "Never heard of the dude." "Me neither," Doug follows suit with the gesture. Adam smiles, just thinking what the boys will think when they find out Watney's clientele! "Hmm," Joe Diamond thinks on it. Two unprofessional models, who, in his thinking, hadn't any knowledge of what to do or say, "I better tag along with you two!" "You mean I'm not invited?" Adam asks, primarily because he had been, ever since the demise of their parents, Denis' guardian. "Why not!" Joe Diamond replies, throwing his hands up in the air, then slapping his thighs. "And it was going to be such an easy morning for me!" % In the back of the limousine, Yalin mentions, "By the way, I meant to tell you, you look rather dapper, Jake." "If you weren't already involved with someone, I'd think you were trying to pick me up, Yalin?" Jake `wished'! They faced each other, Yalin with the whole back seat to himself, Jake in a swivel chair, his back to the driving compartment. "Drink?" Jake asks. Yalin responds, "It's not even noon!" "A little cocktail before we meet Felipe, won't hurt?" Jake begins helping themselves to the small bar. "I don't drink," Yalin smells the liquored drink. "What do you mean you don't drink, Yalin? Everyone drinks. C'mon. Live it up a little!" His lips fanned out, Yalin pondered over taking a sip handed to him. But it wasn't meant to be, them hearing the driver yell `Shit!', the brakes squeeling and Yalin moving `fifty yards' forwards! "Oh shit is right!" Jake shouts out as well. Plastered up against his chest is Yalin, drinks helterskelter in the compartment, Jake doused with the stench of liquor. "Hey, y'all okay back there?" The Southern voice carries over the dividing window of front and back. "Yeah, we're jus' fuckin' dandy!" Jake replies in a sarcastic manner, "What-the-fuck kind of driving do you fuckin' call that?" "Be nice," Yalin tells Jake, as Jake hops out of the car. Joining him at the side of the limo, in morning traffic on the busy Main St., the driver shouts back, "What the fuck you talkin' about my driving?" It started out as a loud, domineering voice, but mellowed out by the last word. "Your driving sucks. My associate and me were ready to have a drink and your fuckin' brakes made us spill them all over me." Yalin, who waited a few feet away, expected Jake to get punched out any minute, by the tone of his voice at least, not to mention Jake poking the limo driver in the chest with his finger. Instead, Jake is suddenly lost for words as the limo dude begins tidying Jake up, feeling the sides of his jacket, saying, "Oh I'm so sorry for mussing you up, sir." Still some fire in his voice, "Well that's no help for us. We're on our way to meet a very special client and now I stink like Jack Daniels. How do you think that's going to go over with the client. Huh George?" "Close, but not close enough!" Looking at the dude strangely, Jake questions, "Huh?" "The name's Jock, Jock Calvanzano and... well, if you've got a few minutes, my brother has a place up the road," Jock finesses Jake's wet tie, "I can maybe help you out? Get you cleaned up at least?" It's not that Jake wasn't feeling anything for the dude, showing some appeal, at least the feeling he had down yonder, looking upon the close-cropped, bearded face. Seeing Jake mellow out, Yalin went back into the limo, saying, "I will phone ahead and talk with Felipe." At which point Jake, after okaying it, went on to say to Jock, "Where is this place?" "A pebble's throw up the road?" Jock replies, with a slight Southern twang. "Let's go," Jake replies hastily. Jock ushered him to the door, opening it for Jake, him replying, "Nah. I'm ridin' up front with you!" % A semi-crisis arising, Nolan stayed behind while Yalin and Jake represented the company, meeting with Felipe Cabeza. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear the bad news, Hector," Nolan confronted him in the secretarial pool office. "Yeah, me too. I thought for sure he was the right one for me. Such a hot one too. Oh well. There's plenty other bears in the forest!" "I'm glad you're taking it so well Hector?" Nolan pats him on the back. "I guess there's no chance for `you and me'?" "Sorry. I'm with Geoff Sahin now," Nolan replies, actually surprised at his own conviction of saying so, so decisively. "You got a hot man," Hector replies, "not that I don't have to tell you." Getting the inside story from Geoff himself, Nolan knows the score only too well. Whereas he got caught up with Geoff at `The Chasm', being treated royally, things progressed to where he was exalted like a king behind their own closed doors. How well he knew what a `hot man' he `got'! He even boasts, "Yeah, not every man can be as lucky as me!" He wore the smile dictating the feeling! "Serves me right for giving up on you last night," Hector concedes. "Don't be so hard on yourself Hector. You can't deal your own hand where fate is involved." "I suppose. Guess I'll head down to the `Bear Lair' tonight and see if there's any action. I might run into a hot bear or cub." "Bear? Cub?" "Hey, you should get Geoff to take you there tonight!" "Geoff? He knows of this place?" Hector is quick to follow up, "Um, like Geoff's got a lot of manly fur? Dah, he like qualifies more than most men I know?" "You got a point there Hector," Nolan knowing first hand, how hairy Geoff Sahin's chest and stomach are, his hands having a field day of feeling up the lush fur, all the way down to his busy pubes. Even wet, there was a lot of mushy hair to stroke, especially around the base of Geoff's more than adequate endowment! "So how about it?" "I'll ask," Nolan replies. Being he didn't have much to do today, Yalin covering all bases, he decides to take the rest of the day off and visit his favorite bakery! % "I think I can get into it,"James replies. After a ten minute tour of the dungeon facility, spread out underground, about the total size of two football fields, one `stadium' devoted to barred-in cells, Laurent and James stopped at the `wardrobe' closet. "Now, if you feel uncomfortable in that harness, James, there's always a plain leather vest?" "Oh no. This feels just dandy," James says, his hands traveling over the leather strands crisscrossing his almost hairless chest. "especially this part?" "You know," Laurent asks, regarding how the two rings, connecting leather strips, fit right dead-center of James' nips, "I have this feeling you have very sensitive nips?" Reading thoughts, James replies, "And if you think you're going to be doing anything to them, other than using your tongue, you better `watch out', Laurent!" "How do you ever mean that, James?" Laurent followed, taking it as a threat and in a very devilish mood, reaches through the two `silver dollar'-sized circles and using his fingers and thumbs like little pincers, grabs ahold of James tiny nips, no bigger than a dime, withdrawing them through the loops of metal. "Owch you little fuck!" James replies to the painful nip-pinches, shooing the invading fingers away. Playing up to James, "Oh, did that hurt?" "Now you're gonna get it you little weasel!" It became a game, words-wanting-action, Laurent's turn, "Oh no! Horrors! Does this mean you're gonna torture me?" Answering, James replies, "Turn around bitch!" Outfitted with a little pouch at the center, back, James releases the little snap, taking out a pair of cuffs. He was surprised himself, seeing how, with such ease, the cuffs went around Laurent's wrists, cuffs securing his arms behind his back. "Oh no! Horrors, James! Now you can do whatever you want to me and I can't stop you!" Making up the script as it went along, James replies, "I'm gonna give you so much fuckin' ball pain, you're gonna regret you ever brought me down here!" `I doubt it!' Laurent thought in his mind as James led him away. Part of the ecstasy built up inside him, Laurent thought how hot it all was, being dominated by a dude three years younger than himself. As for James, he could have sworn the chaps Laurent picked out for him was at least one size too small. Surely, he couldn't be turned on this much, the way his cock was gnawing at the inside of the leather material, wanting freedom to divide and conquer? Into the thick of it, how could he not follow through with their little roleplaying. Too, it thrilled him much so, `master' to a man three years older than his twenty-six years, especially one so muscular, a big turn on. Entering the dungeon, a rack was very impressive, but James was more into busting a different `bone'! % "I'll have a plain bagel and coffee to go!" "You will, will you?" Geoff questioned from the other side of the bakery counter. "You didn't see me come in, with all the lunchtime customers?" "I'm way ahead of you Nolan," Geoff replies. "I saw you walk past the window before you even entered the store!" "Rats!" Nolan says, snapping his finger against his thumb. "I wanted to surprise you." "I'm surprised by your being here, Nolan." Cool, Nolan smiled, hearing Geoff yell through the partitioned wall, "Gianni, get your buns out here! I'm taking five!" All Nolan could do was smile. "Oh hi, Nolan," Gianni says, appearing out from the back with a huge tray of black & white cookies. Surprised, because Gianni was only about five feet-nine inches tall, the way the Italian commanded the cookie-laden tray, balancing it on his shoulder, then swinging it off, coming in for a landing on the edge of the counter, then feeding each cookie onto a display case platter, he had to have some kind of fitness regimen. With it, it meant under all that clothing, was a fit bod and who knows how far that `fitness' extended! "Hi Nolan!" A double whammy, Nolan asks, "Dishan? What are you doing here?" Dishan explains, "Before we left last night, I hit Geoff up for a job." "Isn't that cool?" Gianni asks Nolan, meant to convey a message. Hidden, Nolan very quickly figured it out, replying, "I see. Well congratulations Dishan." Coming out from the back, after washing his hands, Geoff scoops up more than a bagel, helping himself to three different showcases of goodies. He also barks out an order, "Dishan, two coffees, light cream?" Going for his wallet, Nolan put it back, Geoff saying, "Don't worry about it." "I'll pay you later." Like a subliminal message, Geoff returns, "You bet you will!" Taking the coffee and cookies outside, the two sat at one of the sidewalk tables. After getting situated, Nolan asks, "By the way, Hector mentioned something to me about the `Bear Lair' and `you' would know something about it?" "Love the place," Geoff replies, taking half a bite out of a cookie, engulfing half of it. Said in a way he didn't understand, Nolan tells, "Hector says there will be some cubs there." Sensing the same, Geoff explains, "At `the Lair', there's a whole system of different types of men. Some are very hairy, moderate or smooth." "Smooth? Doesn't seem like the description of a bear at all?" "Like I said. All Kinds." Nolan smiles, seeing particles of donuts `spit', as Geoff talks. "When a guy walks through that door," he meant the `Bear Lair', "doesn't matter how much fur he's wearing as long as he's hot!" Digging for info, Nolan asks, "And so, Geoff, which is it you prefer? A hot, smooth guy or a hot cub or bear?" "Bears, cubs, otters or wolves... they're all good!" Two out of four, Nolan questions, "Otters and Wolves?" Ready to chomp into a donut, Geoff suddenly breaks from deed and thought, looking up, across the street. "Now there," he points with a pinkie, the rest of his hand `donut-busy', "is the utmost perfect example of a couple of otters!" Turning his head suddenly, afraid of missing out on Geoff's lecturing, Nolan spots two young dudes, tee shirts hanging out of the sides of the backpacks strung over their shoulders. However, just as fast he turns back to Geoff, him reporting, "Oh shit, I think they noticed me checking them out!" Geoff laughs his hairy ass off, replying, "Yeah, Janos and Aksel are pretty hot guys!" Meaning to divulge the fact he knew the two teens, Geoff continued to giggle, suspend talking in waiting for Nolan's reaction. "You know them?" Nolan peered again over his left shoulder, then switches to right, since the duo had progress to walking swifter on the sidewalk. "Yep and I have a feeling you're about to?" Most certain, since Janos and Aksel were crossing the street, after the light turns red for the cross traffic. Nolan quips, "Mm-m-m, the closer they get, the better they look!" "I'll try to remember that little infraction next time I have you tied down?" Swaying his attention away from the boys for a short moment, Nolan replies, "I didn't know there was going to a next time, Geoff. Any case, I could go for a massive tongue attack!" Helping themselves to chairs, which put the two at alternating positions of Nolan and Geoff, Aksel says, "Thanks for inviting us, Geoff!" Nolan very well knew, other than his own eyes checking them out, there wasn't any invitation. "Get your little hands off!" Geoff calls out, shooing Aksel's hand from his plate. As if a keenly worked out plot, while Aksel is causing a distraction for Geoff, Janos steals a black & white cookie. For Nolan, he could immediately tell the pair and Geoff were nowhere hear strangers. Wanting to be hit on too, he says, "I have two linzer cookies I haven't touched yet?" "Mm-m-m! Gimme, bro!" Aksel says, getting grabby! "You'll be sorry, Nolan," Geoff jokes. "Now you're like me," sending a friendly message, "you won't get a minute's peace next time you decide to picnic on the sidewalk!" At this moment it was the farthest thing from Nolan's mind. Too, from the way Geoff has remarked, he ventures to discover, "You two a couple?" "Geoff, you stoopid idiot!" Aksel reprimands the twenty-four year old bakery owner, giving him a friendly slap across the face with his napkin. Pounding on him as well, Janos barks, "You're not supposed to tell peops we're out, remember, dah?" Brewing up part of their `story', Geoff renders, "Nolan's not going to tell anybody, so don't go worrying your parents are going to find out?" "They better not," Aksel replied in a demonstrative manner. On the other hand, Janos, a bit meeker, switches subjects, "Are you going to the big party tonight at the `Bear Lair'?" Because he switched focus, between Nolan and Geoff, Nolan asks, "You talking to me or him?" Taken as good or bad, Aksel says, "News travels fast. I hear you took Georg out last night at the Chasm?" While Geoff and Aksel traded off answers and questions, Nolan drums up conversation with Janos, starting with the way in which the eighteen year old is woofing down cookie after cookie, "When's the last time you ate?" Swallowing and helping himself to a swig of Nolan's coffee, "Ya mind?" Nolan's quirky smile gave the go ahead. After a sip and a swallow, the medium brown-haired teen says, "We ate at the student commons about an hour ago. Me and Aksel are checking out the grounds." "I take it you are planning on going there in the fall?" Nolan stirs more conversation, totally fascinated by the incredibly beautiful brown eyes, seeming matching the dark nips on Janos' chest. Nolan also figured Janos to the `the otter', since his chest was devoid of hair and prior to parking their asses in the available chairs, he noticed the only hair clinging to the teen's bod, the shaggy treasure trail leading to the unknown treasure! "Yeah," but Janos more interested in Nolan, "and what do you do to haul in the paycheck every week?" Hearing it, Geoff divides his attention, "Watch it Nolan. You're about to get hit up for a job!" Being funny, Nolan replies, "I've never turned down a blowjob from a hot guy yet!" Getting possessive on Nolan, Aksel butts in, "Like Geoff says, we're a couple. No offense, but don't get any ideas?" "He was only joking, Aks!" his boyfriend replies. "Oh! Did you think I was serious?" Nolan covers. Geoff says, "Watch it Nolan. You haven't seen Aksel at `The Chasm' yet. He can get really mean with a flogger in his hand!" More information volunteered upon Nolan's ears, Janos says, "Yeah, Aks looks so fuckin' hot in chaps and toting a flogger!" "Sounds hot!" Nolan replies. Turning a little in his seat, Janos points to a place on his back, right shoulder, "See this little scar?" Rather than Janos explaining, Aksel tells, "And Janos will never let me live it down!" Nolan inquires, hoping for a steamy reply, "What happened?" The two, eyes locked, suddenly turn their place faces into smiles and sit there as if in deep, mental telepathy. Geoff breaks the ice, "Seems like Aksel here got so hot into working over Janos' ass, with a flogger in his hand, he got carried away and..." "I think I get the picture," Nolan replies. A hand in his lap, well hidden under the table, he tried detouring his cock down his pants leg, thinking mentally and physically about the lad's event. Like they were never talking about the teens' first experience at `The Chasm', Janos asks, "Are you going or not tonight, Geoff?" Looking straight ahead, Geoff asks, "Are we going?" Trading off information with Aksel and Janos, Nolan replies, "You're the boss. Whatever you decide Geoff?" All eyes focused on Geoff, Aksel puts in his mind, "Would be fun trading off?" "Oh now that would be entirely up to Nolan here!" Nolan asks, "`Trading off'? How would that go?" With all the answers, Janos says, "You and Aksel, and Geoff and me?" Nolan didn't give a specific reply, only, "So, would I be a cub or a bear?" Aksel tests, "More important is `how tight' are you?" The real test was how Nolan and Geoff envisioned the startup of their relationship, as `open' or otherwise. As for the teens, they find out, Janos asking, "Aks, you're supposed to ask me first, dah?" "Oh yeah," Nolan follows the conversation between the lads, Aksel saying, "I forgot. Okay if I fuck Nolan tonight?" Forming `timeout' with his hands, Nolan tells them, "Uh, timeout guys. Like don't I get a say in this, it being `my' ass on the line?" Rather than responding to Nolan, Aksel turns his head, "Okay if I fuck him, Geoff?" The question put to Geoff, Nolan wonders, "How many times have you done this `trading off'?" Said in a such a way, really the question read, `How many times have you fucked guys, when `trading off'?' True, Nolan had thoughts about it being `Janos', but a general answer would be good enough! % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. -- "The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!" TCMcP.....