Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2011 21:25:52 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 12

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 12

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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In the underground cavern, isolated from the array of Guiseppe's lavish,
landscaped Italian villa, a thunderous clap of laughter rang out, much like
an actor in a horror movie, portraying the part of an evil man, hung on
doing something dastardly to his victim. In this scenario, the script read
out, James walking up to the twenty-nine year old chef, a flogger in James'
left hand, seemingly a part of the ensemble, perfectly matching the chaps,
boots and splayed harness, spread out over the master's chest.


Before Laurent was tethered eagle-spread to the restraining table, he was
all excited about being a mentor to James, hopping right up on the ledge,
swinging his legs to the foot of the bondage board, slapping his back up
against its leather surface and stretching his arms to the top. He recalled
his jovial words upon doing so, "And after you've buckled my wrists up with
the leather cuffs, you do my ankle cuffs!"


His excitement showed, James standing there at his willing victims' side,
though he was a bit perplexed of how far he could go when it came to the
ensuing action. "If you say so," James put it, a smile constantly adorning
his lips. Walking to the head of the table, James and Laurent kept locked
eyes, both in an upside down position of view.


Sensing something, a little more than what James has said, the good-looking
caterer says, "Um, you said you haven't had much experience at this, right
James?"


"A little!" Matching his exclamation, as the image of how the script should
go, the corners of James lips flinched at the same time his words matched
the fastening of the second wrist cuff, meant to dig into Laurent's wrists.


Reacting, Laurent belches, "Owch!"


Walking down the side of the table, James' hand swoops down over Laurent's
hairy chest, following the path to his pubes, "That's why they call it
torture!" He laughed.


Laurent gulped, his eyes peering down upon himself, barely seeing the hand
move through the reddish-brown forest of chest hair, disappearing like a fox
in the brush, then emerging.


James' hand pivots, utilizing his `fuck-you` finger as a catalyst to turning
it about in the inkwell of Laurent's stomach.


"Oh man, don't do that," he pleads, "it feels so-o good!"


Knowing what it meant, a loosely thrown hint, James follows up with, "Oh
really? As much as this?"


Laurent never saw it coming. What with James` `fuck-you` finger playing with
his bellyhole, he never saw the right arm in the air, fist engaged and
readied for assault.


"Akh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" He belched out in a long stream of pain.


Laughing his ass off, James responds to his fist clobbering Laurent's big
balls, at ramming speed, "Don't tell me that's all you can take after the
big build up, Laurent?"


Moaning, a mix of pain and pleasure, Laurent had his pride and instead of
caving in to where James was going with this, he responds, "Oh no... no...
not at all," he supplied his reaction through small gasps of breaths. Though
it was probably one of the most intense ball-punches he's ever received, he
lies, "I can take much, much more!" After he said it, it did occur to
Laurent he was more or less asking for more pain and didn`t have a clue to
how that would pan out!


"Is that so?" On the word `so', James pulled the second ankle cuff tightly.


Of course Laurent felt it, as much as the second binding around his wrist,
knowing James was making a statement of how rough he could get, but at this
point it was useless to show a harsh attitude, when James proved already how
uninhibited  he could be, hence the heavy ball-bashing.


"Oh," James looks down at the foot of the table, "what's this for?" Seeing a
latch, he's already followed the serration of the bondage table, running
from the little latch, clearly towards his victim's pubes.


"Oh that," Laurent's vision could barely see down his own bod, "that's..."


Not needing to complete his thoughts, `cause James had already done his own
investigating, releasing the loaded latch, the table splits right in half,
the table spreading apart lengthwise, with squeaking wheels to the floor.
"How convenient!"


>From the time he was outfitted by his willing victim, James felt it much too
constraining to have his wares all caged up in the codpiece, so elected to
have his softened meat hang out. Right now though, his balls were churning,
his hand turning his semi-soft rigidness into a full blazing hardon, his
eyes helping to create the excitement to turn his rod hard, looking upon the
perfect path to Laurent's balls.


"Hmm, heavy," James says, picking up the two tennis ball-sized lumps. "Feels
kind of nice," he furthers, placing the tip of his cock up to the
indentation he feels, holding the two sacs out of the way.


Toying with him, Laurent replies, "You're not gonna fuck me, are you? You
haven't even tortured me yet!"


"Not yet," James let out a boisterous, evil laugh. Immediately he grabbed at
the base of both balls, forming a ring in the pocket of his thumb and index
finger and creating his own `cockring', seized the two globes.


Laurent writhed in incredible, awesome pain as James used his handmade noose
to give his tormented victim a `lift'.


"Now to get a handle on things!" A short giggle preceded James' action,
shoving his hips forwards, piercing the hole underneath Laurent's stretched
out ball-sacs.


The best of both worlds, Laurent's arms turned slightly, his hands grabbing
at the top of the leather-covered table, a ploy to be able to pivot his bod.
Instead of shying away from the pain and pleasure, it acted as a tool, to
press his bod towards James, yet stretch his sacs as he hung suspended
several inches above his seeping cock!


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"Demont!"


In a giddy mood, Demont Abdelaziz casually walks up to his employer and in a
loving manner caresses, kisses him on the neck and greets, "Hey Nole-baby!"
Eyeing Nolan from face to midchest, "You're looking good... looking good!"


"Do I need to ask why the chipper mood?" Nolan says, fixing the knot of
Demont's perfectly manicured appearance, white dress shirt, the dark suit
and arranged tie.


Both in the know, Demont replies, "I owe you big time for the good time last
night."


"You do, do you?" Nolan says, with ulterior motives in his brain.


Well-thinking it as wishful wanting on Nolan's part, Demont could only guess
what was churning in his employer's mind and possibly lower, responds,
"Anything," and more serious, a sole finger tapping on Nolan's chest,
"anything you want, it is yours!"


Kind of an instant turn it was, Nolan smiling, thinking of this big
Mideastern dude even suggesting he could take whatever he wanted, it did
occur to Nolan what damage his cock could do to an unprimed ass, "Anything,
huh?"


More sweet, `ass-kissing' manner, Demont says, "Even that," he tells Nolan
with confidence, "I am serious. I owe you much." Then, journeying back to a
time when he first set foot on US soil, to a place where he didn't know a
sole and happening upon the likes of Nolan, "Anything... anything you
like..." proving his allegiance, "you know there is not a man I would do
this for, but you... you... I get down on my hands and knees for you!"


Smiling, knowing, whether true or as example, Nolan replies, "Really? How
deep do you think your tongue could dig into my ass?"


A fake slap up the side of Nolan's face, Demont replies, "Every man has his
limits!"


Right now, Nolan was ready to abandon any limits he could think of, but
switched off from them, to another, "And of Aaron and Corin?"


"Corin? I cannot tell you."


Wondering, Nolan asks, "Oh?"


"Skip likes him very much. I let him have Corin to take home last night."


"Oh-ye-eah. Skip. Mr. Niceguy!" Nolan replies facetiously. "And of Aaron?"


"It will take time, but I will make that boy tote the line!"


"I bet you will!" Nolan replies, straightening the strips of Demont's black
necktie, fingers teasing the sides of the buttoned shirt, backs of his
fingers feeling up some skin between the flaps of the fabric. Peering down,
he sees a slight bulge.


Noticing Nolan has `noticed', Demont says, "Sometime I would like to be tied
down to the bed and at your mercy."


Backing up, detaching himself, Nolan says, "Be careful what you wish for
Demont!"


Returning to his original praise of his employer, both professionally and
personally, Demont says, "This is one thing I wish for. One thing which will
make me happy man. One time I need to feel this."


Right now, this was one time Demont was confusing him, Nolan saying, "I'm
afraid I'm not following you Demont. Want to enlighten me?"


"I know you are with Geoff Sahin now, but anytime. I do not care if Geoff
want to help, but I need you to dominate me. You get now?"


Getting it, Nolan first licked his lips, not that it was his intentions to
do so, but thought it kind of wild to even think of the possibilities of
having Demont stripped, on his knees or probably as Geoff would have it,
Demont tied eagle-spread to the bed or some piece of equipment at `The
Chasm' and have his way. However, as much as he willed it, Nolan never
thought of helping a stranger in a strange land ever repaying his kindness,
"Maybe."


"Good," Demont replies, like he was relieved, "you tell me when and where
and I be there. Now. I need to get back to business."


"We could have lunch, if you want?" Even though Nolan was already on his way
to Sahin's Bakery.


"No. Thank you though," Demont cordially replies, a huge deviation from his
attitude at `The Chasm', from last night, "but I need to pick up my folders
at the copy center!"


He hustled away, Nolan putting two and two together, `Aaron Kline working in
the copy center and Demont on his way?'

"Hey mister, you all right?"


"Yeah," Denis seconded Doug's concern when the two, plus Joe Diamond, walk
in the door of the photography studio.


Rolling his eyes, Joe Diamond comments, "An Academy Award actor you are not,
Glenn?"


"Still," Glenn Watney answered the boys' concern, sitting up from his fake
fainting spell, to make the boys think they were too cute for words, "you
have to admit they were scared?"


Doug offers, "I was... um, scared.. maybe not scared, but thought maybe you
had a heart attack or something?"


"Me too," Denis sides with his new boyfriend.


Standing upright and alert, the twenty-seven year old fashion photographer
dusts himself off, "I'm already beginning to like you boys very much!"


"Don't get too cozy, Glenn?" Joe Diamond says, knowing of Glenn's notorious
background with models.


"Really, Joe?"


"Really," Joe replies, sending a message. As per Joe Diamond, his reactions
on models and modeling were mixed. Depended on the guy. As for Doug and
Denis, he already painted a picture of two down-to-earth, nice guys and
didn't want them `tainted' by the type of sexual favors exchanged between
Watney and the models he represented through his photographic offerings.


"Very well," Glenn huffed out his reply. Turning to Doug and Denis, he asks
for names and then each, choosing, "Doug. How do you envision yourself in
the world of modeling a year from now?"


"I don't know. Until an hour ago I didn't even know I was a model!"


However, for Denis, there was a time when, after his horrific incident up at
the lake cabin, when his wounds were healed, his brother had posed the
question of what he wanted to do. Secretly, for years as he neared his late
teens, he had dreamed of becoming a model, like Andrew Stetson or even Bryan
Thomas, an idol to model his bod after, with more of an idea of how the
model world `went'. Getting a little crazy on the ideas with Adam, he
claimed they could both make a killing, `brother and models'. Drawing off
the suggestion, Denis says, "We want to be featured together."


"Featured together?" Glenn questions.


Joe sarcastically says, "Doesn't take a rocket scientist, Glenn, to figure
out the boys want to be photographed together?"


"Don't you have something better to do Joe, other than stand around here
harassing me?" Glenn responds.


"Matter of fact I have some business downtown," Joe begins to take his
leave, "but you know what will happen if I get `bad' reports from my boys
about the way they have been treated?"


Glenn didn't really need to be reminded. He recalled instantly such was the
case, his staff becoming a bit over-sexed by a raving beauty, nineteen year
old college student whom didn't fit in at the store. Of course, at the time
it was Glenn who claimed Joe's former employee instigated the all out
sex-crazed orgy which ensued, complete with photographic proof. It was
reason enough for Joe Diamond to think about pulling the plug on Glenn
Watney's famous, yearly fashion show, which put his models at the top of the
catwalk charts.


Nosy, after Joe bid his farewell to the two eighteen year old's Denis asks,
"Like what did Joe mean, Glenn?"


First thing to hit Glenn Watney was the name-calling. Everyone refers to
Glenn Watney as `Mr. Watney', except Joe Diamond, the man who is key to the
purse-strings. However, gazing upon the rapturous facade of Denis and Doug
both, he agreed with himself to let it slide. "Oh nothing to worry your
pretty little head about," Watney explains, softly touching Denis' cheek.


Doug interrupts, "Like Denis said, maybe we can work together?"


Getting around Joe Diamond's last words, if he heard anything bad off the
lips of Doug or Denis, he'd be up shit's creek for the fashion expose of the
year, he gets around the subject, "I always have a preliminary portfolio
drawn up and then we take it from there. Have either of you ever experienced
this?"


Was Glenn pleased when both shook their heads `no'. "Then follow me boys!"


He took them down a long hallway, takes a sharp right turn and then past a
water fountain, entering a very, very large room.


"Nice!" Doug says, "Do we get to use the jacuzzi?"


In the center of the room is a rather large tub, more resembling a circular
swimming pool, flanked by palms and other trees.


Denis, sampling the water with his hand, "Perfect temperature for a swim!"


Glenn loves it, saving him the trouble, Denis stripping off his tee shirt.
He hadn't planned on them getting right into the tub, him irking Denis on,
"Keep going. Keep going."


Doug cautions, to Glenn's dismay, "But keep your shorts on."


"Yeah?" Denis questions his boyfriend.


"We don't want to get Glenn into trouble with Joe. Remember?"


It would have brought on a difference of opinions where Glenn was concerned,
the boys stripping down on their own accord, rather them him having to coax
them.


Across the way a door flings open, a bearded guy, close-cropped fur on his
chops, trimmed chest hair, stripe down the center, all the way to his furry
pubes, shouting, "Done with the dungeon scene for the day. What's..." he
looks back and forth to shirted Doug and shirtless Denis, "next?"


All sweated up, he hops over the wall of the jacuzzi and falls forwards
right into the pool of bubbly, churning water, "Ah-h-h-h-h! That felt
great!" he cheerfully says, standing, the water running down his bod. It
happened all so quickly, him ending up right in front of Denis, standing at
the far outer wall of the pool, "Hey sexy! Want to be in my next movie?"


As for Glenn Watney, he was temporarily in a dither, put there because of
his insatiable love for a hairy, wet man and right now Thor Jorgenson, his
personal trainer and pornographic movie producer was the instigator for his
uncontrollable hand!


However, Doug quickly quelled the confrontation, placing himself between
Denis and Thor, "We're here to have ourselves photographed to become
models!"


Looking right over Doug's shoulder at Denis, Thor refocuses and targeting
Doug's eyes, "Hell yeah! I could just picture you, decked out in hot leather
and working one of my boys over with a flogger. You ever use a strap on a
man's back or balls?"


"What?" Doug asks out of complete ignorance.


It stymied Glenn awake, a picture of Joe Diamond's wrath and checkbook
writing abilities, "Not these boys, Thor!"


Domino effect, Glenn wedged in, put Doug at his back, Denis falling
backwards on his ass.


Turning around, Doug lends two hands,"You okay?"  He reaches down to tend to
Denis.


"I'm okay," Denis replies as the two hear a splash.


Apparently, Doug's ass hit Glenn in the ass, sending him flying into Thor's
arms!


"Oops! Sorry `bout that Glenn!" Doug says.


The two boys standing there, watch the outline of Thor's bod under the
water, Glenn Watney flipping over, then splashing about until his wet
clothes-laden bod kneels, then stands.


"Hee, hee!" Thor laughs after spitting out a fountain of water. "C'mon in
boys! Let's play!"


Denis and Doug, without saying a thing, were both mesmerized. First glimpse
of Thor, of course they focused on the meat slung between his legs.
Underwater, it was like hit and miss making it out.


"It's kind of hot in here?" Denis asks, mainly to try to get a reaction out
of Doug, not sure if it would cause any harm to accept the `vikings'
invitation.


As for Glenn Watney, of course it was hot in there. In his book jacuzzis and
saunas are supposed to be hot, but for other reasons, heat also made a guy
`want' to cool down. One manner would be getting out of clothes quick!


"It is a little," Doug did sway opinion, pulling his tee shirt away from his
bod, relaxing it and repeating.


"You're all sweated up," Denis pinpointed a visual reason for saying so, a
sweat-stained midchest.


Natural for when a person's clothes get wet, Glenn Watney was ahead of the
two, first unbuttoning, then tearing the last few buttons off his shirt.


"Need help!" Thor says, standing, water showing some of his wet pubes.
Stepping behind Glenn, his hands take the shirt and peel it off Glenn's
shoulders.


"Why thank you Thor!"


With reckless abandon, Glenn surrenders his integrity, allowing Thor to
`help' him undress.


Doug and Denis look at one another and shrug shoulders. Right now they
didn't mind at all, viewing free porn!


Thor yells out, "Hey dudes, ever see a man suck cock underwater?"


Whether they have or not became immaterial. Like out of one his dungeon
scripts, Thor Jorgenson had his boss right where he wanted him, `cuffed' at
his ankles with his own jeans, and using his boss' nips for handles, pulls
him over forwards. Thor sits, floating his pubes right under the
photograper's head!


Being facetious, because Thor has already gone ahead and done it, Doug says,
"Nope! I never seen it before!" Then to Denis, "You?"


"No," Denis replies and in a more serious demeanor, "but up at the cabin on
the lake..."


As horny as the two had gotten, Doug's cock ready to bust out of his jeans,
he stops focusing on Glenn Watney, bobbing his head under the water,
surfacing for air, to address his boyfriend, "No, don't talk about it if
it's going to upset you."


Apparently it had hit a raw nerve, Denis reflecting back on the time not so
long ago, being physically and mentally tortured, handled aggressively by
sexual predators. "It's a part of my ordeal I forgot about. I didn't even
tell Adam or the police."


Holding hands, Doug turns away from the sucking to address his boyfriend,
"Now is as good as any time?"


Unrelenting in their sexual act in the jacuzzi, they hardly noticed Doug and
Denis walking out of the steamy room.


First thing to hit the two was the cool, air conditioned corridor. Even
though the cool air made shirted and shirtless nips harden, it didn't phase
Denis as much as about what he was going to divulge.


"Heads up!" Passing by, a guy tosses Denis a towel, walking by quickly with
a half-stack of them. Clothed in a tank top and skimpy shorts, treads on his
feet, a glance to Denis' chest was an easy take, "Nice and warm in there,
but too cold out here for skin!"


"Thanks, um," Doug searched for a name, solely because the guy was hot
looking!


Only on his way from here to there, he stops, backtracks and like any gay
man, seeing an interest met, "Terry Brownlee," he supplies an identity. "And
you?" even though his eyes dart to Denis' flesh and back.


"I'm Doug. He's Denis."


Probably cast as the two newcomers around the place, Denis says, "We're here
for Glenn to make up portfolios for us."


"Glenn, huh?" Terry questions, the twenty-one year old picking up on the
personal name-calling.


"Yeah," Doug agrees, "Glenn was showing us around and then he got caught up
with his boyfriend in the pool."


It was a mystery to Terry! As far as he could recall, `Mr. Watney' didn't
have a boyfriend, preferring the single life, where he could enjoy the
pleasure of any man's close company. "Boyfriend?" He dug for facts, rather
than check it out on his own.


Denis replies, "Thor."


"Yeah," Doug paints the scene, "he shows up with no clothes, says something
about a dungeon, tries to hit on Denis..."


Hand on hip, Terry acts out, "He didn't!" What he knew about Thor, it wasn't
an uncharacteristic move he could put on a man. He shook his head like in
disgust, "The nerve!"


"I swear," Denis agrees.


"But then Glenn falls in the pool..."


Denis jumps in with a giggle, "Yeah. Doug bent over to help me up and his
big butt poked Glenn and sent him flying!"


"Big butt, huh?" Terry pulls Doug to his chest as if hugging him and peers
over the teen's shoulder, "Where?"


Doug smiles, knowing Terry is making the best of a situation!


Backing up, Terry says, "So what are you guys up to now?"


Doug, who assumes the leading voice, "Well, Glenn was showing us around, but
now he's like.... all wet?"


With a difference of opinion or just to be `smart', Denis says, "He's kind
of involved with Thor's cock?"


"Why am I not surprised?" Terry replies with a smile. Then, ping-ponging his
head back and forth at the tops of the boys' heads, "Hey, I think you two
could do with a haircut. How about it?"


Dropping his eyes a few inches and looking to and fro, Terry knew question
was on their mind.


"Really. I'm quite experienced at it, being the studio hairdresser?"


"Glenn didn't say anything about...." Doug started in.


Stealing the conversation away from him, Terry says, "It would have probably
been your next stop?"


The door made a noise and appearing, dripping wet from head to toes and
everywhere in between, it's Thor, saying, "Mr. Watney says he's going to be
detained for some time," spotting the hairdresser, "and um.. Terry," even
though he had no clue of him happening upon the two, taking it upon his own
authority, "Mr. Watney says he wants you to show the two lads around."


"No problem. I was about to take them down to the salon."


As they walked away, Thor licked his lips, thinking how and what he could do
for Denis' nips, specialty place on a man's bod he loved to toy with!


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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee


`CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without
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