Date: Tue, 17 May 2011 14:48:03 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 15

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
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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.


%


CoMPany payLoaD 15

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%


Planning the storming of the Harrellsson Building at the last meeting was
hashing out the plan, beginning to end, with last minutes of ideas, Tom and
James getting an inkling of how things would go. The current meeting,
everything was presented to them, by two key operatives, Guiseppe's brother
and nephew. It was the nephew's attention, not present at the first meeting,
which drew in James' attention.


He wondered if he was getting soft by both Laurent's appearance and the
previous conversation with his brother, Tom, bringing back memories of their
fun times together, when he always assumed the role of the degrading slave
to Tom's torturous inventions. At the time it was all good, but James did
set to wonder why he assumed the dominating role to everyone else, as
opposed to surrendering his mind and bod to his brother. Momentarily, James
put Laurent aside to put into play a fantasy regarding, as briefly
introduced to Stefano Gallichio. Sure, he pay attention to `the plan',
occasionally stealing glances to Stefano's whole physique, but deviating
occasionally so as not to get `caught'.


He was awakened by Stefano, in a thick Italian swagger, "Are there
any-a-questions gentlemen?"


Agreeing with the rest, because Stefano's explanation of the storming of the
Harrellsson business headquarters seemed well planned and defined, sitting
right with the others, James too shook his head and answered, "None."
Though, James did have questions regarding what lay beyond the facade of
Stefano's clothing.


Too, after the meeting broke, James tried to make small talk with Stefano,
but the Italian kept getting stolen away from him by more pertinent
matters.


Walking away from the meeting, Tom says coyly to his brother, "Nice guy,
Stefano, huh?"


"He's okay," James replies.


In theory, Tom states, "I always had this feeling there could be another man
in your life, with the same interests as me?"


"Something you trying to tell me here, bro?" James puts it to him.


He meant Stefano, but Tom passed the buck, "The guy you were trying to hide
in your room?"


"Laurent? So? What about him?"


Giddy, Tom suggests, "Are you sure he was on `his' knees servicing your big
dick?"


Casually, James tosses back at him, "Will ya shut the fuck up?"


After walking outside the meeting room, upon closed door, Tom asks in a sly
manner, "How about tonight I drop by your room and show your new friend what
you like, James?"


Getting on edge, James replies in stepped up tone, "That's a secret between
you and me bro. Remember?"


Watching James get a little bent out of shape over their little tryst,
passed from early to late teens, through the college years, Tom puts a hand
to James' shoulder and says with more tender care, "I know and you don't
have to worry. Nobody ever has to know about the fun we had."


This time James isn't as reluctant, allowing his brother to close in him,
hug and with heads side by side, let Tom engage in kissing his neck.


"I love you bro."


His hands surrendering to rubbing up and down Tom's back, James answers,
like he has a few times during a tender moment, "I'm yours for whatever you
want to do."


Backing away, Tom, with motive replies, "What's with this guy in your
room?"


Knowing where Tom is headed with this, their talks throughout the years of
when and if there was a steady man in James' life, he replies, "Not right
now, okay? Give me a while to see where this is headed?"


"Sure," Tom replies, once again giving his brother a quick hug.


Him walking away, James asks, "What are you up to today? Want to play some
tennis?"


Turning, a smirk on his face, Tom replies, "Nah. Got a hot date with Tony!"


James wondered about Tom, but knew he could take care of himself, to a
certain degree. It did trickle back into his mind the one time Tom did try
to seek an experience outside their trusting man-to-man setup, only having
to bail him out.


Walking back to his room, James wore a smile, thinking upon the dude in his
late thirties and suspicious of Tom, followed him to the luxious hotel in
town, room 69 and after allowing Tom an hour with his trick, knocked on the
door announcing `room service'.


Tom was shocked to learn of the man's identity, a cop on the local police
force. However, leave it to James to turn the tables, convincing the cop Tom
was seventeen and not eighteen.


It was pure delight, Tom and James both topping the cop, doing stuff, both
kinky and sexually. It was the first time James ever saw his brother fuck a
man. A birds-eye view, James stood there at the side of the bed. The police
officer's head hanging over the edge, it gave James the advantage of
slipping his nine inch tube straight in, providing a helluva fuck chamber.
Too, his brother's aggressive manner of fucking the cop's ass drove him in
deeper and deeper with each thrust.


Prior to their sexual escapade, the two did have fun tweaking up the cop's
nips, whipping his back with his own belt, a total turn on for the police
officer and taking turns punching him in the stomach, Tom having some fun
heaving the cop's baton into his sixpack. Tied to a chair with an
interrogation fantasy brewing, and working over his balls from soft to
intense, all three were hard and primed when almost simultaneously they shot
their loads to the carpet.


Tom excused himself to meet up with Tony.


Standing there at his door, James with one hand on the knob, the other on
the knob between his legs, he stare up at the ceiling, at the end of his
real-life fantasy, eyes closed and reliving the ecstasy over the incident of
Tom's and his threeway with the cop.


"Having fun without me?" Laurent surprises him, walking up to the door as
well. He knew James was off somewhere distant and his hand massaging his
sheeted crotch, "Is he as `big' as me?"


At the sound of another voice, it instantly jarred James back into real
existence, "Oh! It's you Laurent!"


Of course he couldn't hide the tent, Laurent smiling as he approaches, "Was
Tom as good a cocksucker?"


James figures, if where their relationship was headed, on a final basis, he
should set Laurent straight. Only he wasn't sure how accepting his new
boyfriend would be, knowing Tom was a counterpart of his cock-rearing
fantasy and not the only man in the orgy. Too, how would Laurent react to
him and his brother doing stuff to a cop, even though he and Laurent had
gone through a light dungeon experience. As they entered the room, James
figured things could go one way or the other and thought this a good way to
find out.


%


"Nice of you to drop by," Nolan said, in the bedroom of his own home, a
wide, spread out estate on the edge of town.


"Somebody has to dress you properly," Geoff replies, dressing down Nolan.


"I thought I should dress up? No?"


"The Bear Lair? Nah," Geoff says as he helps Nolan out of the dress shirt.


Nolan had just finished buttoning up, right before his boyfriend was at his
door and now asks, "How come you get to wear clothes and I don't? Huh?" he
pokes Geoff in the stomach, "Huh?" several times, "Huh?" where his flannel
shirt divides in the middle, showing off his hairy clout.


As if explaining it to a kid, "Because I'm the master and you're the slave!"
Turning to a duffle bag, Geoff yanks out some leather straps.


"What's that?"

"Your outfit for the evening?"


Buff to the boner, Nolan allows Geoff to suit him up.


"Wait. What are you going to do?" Nolan asks, after Geoff has crossed his
chest and back with leather straps,  harnessing his pecs and stomach.


"You're gonna `lo-ove' this!"


"Maybe," Nolan says, even though because Geoff is doing it to him, plus the
erotic nature of his first leather experience, wearing it as an outfit and
not a bondage tool, it's making him sport a semi-hard shaft.


"Good. Keep firming it up," Geoff says, trying to fit the attached cock and
ball harness to Nolan's privates.


"I'm not like trying, Geoff. It's like doing it all on it's own?"


"Snug enough?"


Nolan bends a little to look at it, hastily straightening up, then bending
over just as fast, "Oh shit!"


Geoff laughs, "I forgot to tell you. If you stand up straight and tall it
has a tendency to strangle your balls!"


"Not funny to me," Nolan says, slowly taking intervals to straighten his
spine, each time adding a little, "Owch! Ooh!"


"Same time," he grooms his hand over Nolan's extended shaft, "the leather
ring keeps this nice and hard!"


"One question?"


Geoff answers, "Yes?"


"You have something to wear over this while in transport from here to the
club?"


Geoff smiled an evil grin, which told all.


Same afternoon, Nolan had no game plan as to where he was going to place
Trystan, Joseph and Simon. However it worked out where Trystan was matched
up with Demont. Dropping by the secretarial pool, speaking with Hector, the
tall Spaniard thought Jeremy and Joseph might `fit in'. Leaving Simon last,
when they appeared at Human Resources managers office, it didn't take long
before Nolan figured out it was in their best interest to let the eighteen
year old and David Schlesinger to get to know each other better.


Nolan had to smile, walking up the hallway, knowing, the absence of one of
David's hands from his desktop meant he was feeling something for Simon. It
wasn't any secret, at least to himself, of how David bowed to his father's
request, was often in his father's office for a `meeting' of some sort
regarding office personnel. Deviating his thoughts, Nolan wondered if Simon
would provide the perfect match up.


As Geoff drove, he asks, "You're quiet?"


"Just thinking of how things went at the office today and other stuff."


Geoff noticed Nolan kept himself hard, enough though probably the cock
harness acted as a ring around the base, keeping him quite firm. "By the
way, don't spill anything on my seat?"


Thinking Geoff thought he was thinking something of a horny nature, or of
something which would get his juices flowing, Nolan replies, "Trystan,
Joseph and Simon."


Since they had converged on the sidewalk in front of Sahin's Bakery, it
clicked in Geoff's mind and since they hadn't talked of the three, it became
good conversation between here and there.


%


"You're good Terry, but not as good as Denis!"


Whether he meant to humiliate Terry or to give critical judgement on his
cocksucking abilities, Doug slandered the twenty-one year old into saying,
"Well it's a little tough juggling two?"


Taking it on his own initiative, Denis volunteers, "I'd really rather be
sucking cock than having my own sucked?"


A half hour earlier, Terry had taken the two to one of the studios not in
use. He made sure, as often happened, one of the cameras being left focused
on the bed, didn't `accidentally' get turned on by someone who would wander
into the studio and `touch it', capturing the three in bed!


If it had been a porn script, it would have been hot indeed, Doug and Denis
lying side by side, slightly concave to each other, giving Terry the
facility of jumping back and forth from cock to cock or pulling both
together in one rope.


"Whatever you want," Doug says soothingly. "I'm taken care of!"


With Denis vacating the spot next to him, Doug draws his legs farther apart,
the eighteen year old's wet cock falling to his big balls, resting on the
bed surface. More relaxed, he puts his hands behind his head.


"Daymn I'd love to take care of those pits!"


"Come'n'get'em!" Doug laughs at Terry.


It presented Denis with a dilemma, whether to go for Doug's meat, Terry's
hot, hairy ass or the twenty-one year old's cock and balls dangling down.
Too, it looked very appetizing from the rear view, to see a strand of goo
dripping out of Terry's cock. Figuring he could have Doug any ole time,
Denis snuck up on Terry's ass, placed hands on both sides, pulled part some
and dug in with his tongue.


Like being pierced with a dildo, Terry howled out loud, tearing his mouth
away from Doug's left pit.


Placing a finger in his ear and shaking it, extracting it, Doug yells, "In
my ear, Terry?"


"Oh sorry. It's just that... I wasn't expecting Denis' tongue to pierce my
ring!"


Another complaint, a sort of happy one, Doug rings out with, "Oh shit!"


"Oh fuck!" Terry has to say.


Both look down, seeing Denis, his head using Doug's cock and balls as a
pillow, Denis' hand bringing Terry's cock down to his lips and sucking it
all in.


With little else to do, except to toy with Doug's pit hair, Terry and Doug
begin to make out.


Feeling a little wetness on the back of his head, Denis decides to get
adventurous, grabbing up Doug's cock and pairing it with Terry.


Both with their cocks being attended to, Terry remarks, "I need cock too!"


It winds up in the long run, Terry and Denis doing a '69', Doug getting too
horned up, needing an ass to conquer and winds up busting Terry's ass wide
open!


%


"Ready for some fun?" Geoff says, rubbing his hands together.


"I feel silly in this getup, Geoff."


"Um, Master Geoff or I'll have to punish you, boy?"


Between the two it was slapstick comedy, Nolan replying, "Yes oh Master
Geoff," he bows with both hands extended like addressing some sultan.
Looking up, Nolan sees Geoff.... `Master' Geoff's attention astray. "What?"


"Oh my! Now this could prove interesting!"


Apparently they weren't on the same page, Nolan missing out on the direction
of Geoff's eyes. As they walked into the crowded room, music blasting and
guys of all flavors bopping their butts, he focuses on a familiar sight,
"Georg?" More he said his thought to himself, realizing no one else could
probably hear.


However, as they approached Georg, he could hear Geoff render, "You still
owe my boy a cocksuckin' Georg!"


A tight spot for Georg, Nolan immediately thought, the man in chaps, decked
out in his finest leather, flanked by a slave boy on both sides, a hand
holding the reins, chains attached to collars each was wearing. At first
Nolan looked at Georg's reaction, but mellowed out to taking in the sights
at his sides. Like himself, the two wore kinky apparatus which kept their
cocks jutting out nice and straight. Funny, Nolan began to salivate, licking
his lips. Later on he would find out one their surnames to be `Long' and he
would wonder how his parents ever had the inclination, their son turning out
to have such a `long' one!


Stepping right up to Georg, to Geoff it didn't matter if they were at `The
Chasm' or `Bear Lair', Georg owed him and should pay up.


"Fuck you!" Georg shouts out and with the hand holding the bunched up
chains, punches Geoff right in the balls!


"Oo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh-fuckin'-shit!" Geoff screams out loud, backing
off, bending over and holding his sheathed crotch with both hands.


Recalling to mind, not that he ever had intentions of doing so, Nolan
gathers information, like ripping it off a hard drive, racing to Georg and
surprising him, pulls a trick maneuver on him, one his father used on him,
placing his hands on Georg's shoulders and whacking him up the middle with
his knee.


"Oh shit!" one of Georg's slaves says of their `master' keeling over.


Too, because Georg held the leash on their lives, they were jerked over with
him.


He hadn't thought he kicked his knee up with such a force of deliverance,
but it kept Georg down for some time, the blond dom's head of hair touching
the wooden floor, both hands tucked in the middle, like his balls
represented his life and Georg's life in dire trouble.


"Fuck this!" The slave on his right says, pulling at his chain, which flowed
loosely out from Georg's grasp. "I came here wanting a `real' master!"


Nolan witnesses the slave to Georg's left, the one with the `long' shaft,
pulling loose and voicing the same opinion, "I hate phonies!"


It put Geoff in kind of a predicament. Him showing up, either he was going
to put himself in the same class as Georg, or... he barks at Nolan, "What
the fuck you do slaveboy?"


"I thought you would be," Nolan was ready to extend his thoughts of Geoff
being grateful, but looking upon Georg's two slaveboys, he felt the pressure
being placed on Geoff, "sorry Master Geoff."


"Master Geoff?" Georg's right-handed slaveboy questions.


Being coy, the `long-shafted' slaveboy asks, "You only have one slave boy
tonight, sir?"


Geoff, seeing the light of the situation, smartly renders, "Could be three,
if you boys can prove your worth?" Then, looking down upon Georg, still
recovering from Nolan's dancing knee, "Could be four!"


As at `The Chasm', Georg did his thing, played the part for all of five
minutes and then mysteriously disappeared.

When he had his slaveboys' attention, whom Geoff found out, Jasper Blake,
the furry cub being twenty-nine years old and runs the dry-cleaning store
for his folks. As for the other slave, Craig Long is a thirty year old
scientist and inventor for Young Mind Science, a company which makes science
kits for high schools. Casually, they found out the professions of Geoff and
Nolan, all over a couple of drinks.


Then, things turned from private to fun stuff. With trying to `convert'
Georg, Geoff found Jasper and Craig to be well-versed in the master-slave
relationship, Nolan picking up on some pointers. Beginning their discussion
on the sadism-masochism aspects and while free to speak their mind still,
Jasper directs to Nolan, "I'd like to have a few swift kicks of your knee
into my balls?"


"Me?" Nolan says, looking to Geoff. He's supposed to be here to `suffer,'
not to cause suffering.


Knowing what's running through Nolan's mind, Geoff renders, "If it turns me
on I might order him to do it. What else you boys into?"


There wasn't much they weren't into, Nolan feeling like a silly novice to
all they didn't mind having done to their pecs, stomach, cock, balls, ass or
backs. He had seen a lot of stuff done to guys at `The Chasm' and after
experiencing and witnessing such painful dealings out of torture, knew he'd
probably pass out within five seconds. Then again, his fear of the unknown,
of what he could and couldn't take subsided. He knew, even before he and
Geoff set out for an evening at the `Bear Lair', he had a sense of trust. In
a place like this, where a man allows another to tie him down, he first
better have that sense of forsight. Apparently, for Jasper and Craig they
hadn't a clue to Georg's shiftiness, having said in chat he was fair, used
safewords and as Geoff knew, by reputation, Georg would always renege on his
promises, hurting a guy for his own self-pleasures.

"Shall we get started then?" Geoff asks, getting up and cracking his
knuckles.


Removing the chains from the collars, Geoff kind of figured out his new
slaveboys weren't going to run off, Jasper and Craig leading him and Nolan
to the dungeon.


"Geoff?" Nolan broke slave-gibberish.


"What slaveboy?" Geoff nicely reminded.


With a little trembling in his voice, "I doubt very much I can take the kind
of pain these two are used to?"


"Trust me," is all Geoff said, using a smile to wield Nolan behind the held
door, leading to the basement playground.


%


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