Date: Mon, 23 May 2011 08:38:07 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 16

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


CoMPany payLoaD 16

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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"Well, look what the cat dragged in!" Nolan said, referring to seeing
Demont, Trystan and Simon at the bar.


A running contest between the two, `The Chasm' had claimed it the first gay
bar to establish a `waiting area' or as the `Bear Lair' termed it, `meet &
greet' room, where unpaired participants of the evening's activities
congregated over a drink, until stumbling upon a mutual encounter,
benefitting the tastes of both clientele. Regardless, either place, men
stood around the perimeter of the room or stagnate at the bar, taking a seat
only if they gave up on trying to establish a trick for the night and
drinking away the night with friends.


"You're so bad!" Geoff again reminds Nolan, words softly spoken in his ear
and finger poke to the back.


"Oops! Sorry. Did it again! Will I ever learn?"


Geoff only smirked. Sure this was a place where roles in everyday life were
forgotten, taking up the rules of fantasy play, but he still could not
adjust to the cute look on Nolan's face and the way he gave apology, except
a few words of friendly advice, "Behave yourself!" He patted Nolan on the
ass with the flat of his hand.


Nolan adds a smile to his response, "Maybe!"


There was little room for discussion, Geoff and his three slave boys meeting
Demont, Trystan and Simon face to face.


Meant to boast of his possessions, Geoff says, "Where's your slaveboys,
Demont?" Geoff zeroed in on him, because he had no knowledge of Trystan, nor
Simon's roles.


With a sketchy opinion for such thoughts, Nolan again accidentally steps out
of character, "Them, too," meant to point it out to Geoff, Trystan and
Simon.


Demont zeroes in on the protocol, "I didn't hear your boy ask to speak?"


"Oops!" Nolan again acknowledges his wrong-doing, "Forgot again! Sorry there
Geoff. I guess you owe me," he figures punishment.


What could Geoff do? His hands were tied, so to speak, Nolan sealing his own
fate. Too, like vultures, there stood the trio at the bar, putting the
pressure on Geoff, except maybe Simon not as much, taking a fancy to eyeing
up one of Geoff's chained slaves.


Noticing this, Geoff thought of a quick `out' of the situation, saying, "You
know, I think with my boy stepping out of line... well, he's going to be a
handful for me tonight." Singling out Demont, "You and your guests wouldn't
happen to be needing some boys to play with, would you?"


Jasper's cock starts pulsing like a rocket lit to go off, Demont reaching
down and harshly fondling his balls.


Apparently, Trystan and Demont have conversed along the lines of punishment
and abuse, Demont saying, "Here. Feeling these, see what you think?"


Of course the two `fed' Jasper's ego, Trystan following Demont's lead,
roughly squeezing one globe with a hand, "Mm-m-m could have some real fun
with these!"


As for Simon, Geoff and Nolan watching, him taking Craig Long to the side
and getting a feel for the scientist, "Thirsty?" After guzzling two beers,
Simon needed relief, turning to the bartender and asking, "Which way to the
jon?"


Of course he didn't dare speak, could've asked for permission, but Craig was
too turned on being ordered about. He could have saved Simon some steps, but
being their first time together, how would Simon know he's taken a load of
piss down without spilling a drop? Sometimes though, depending on how horny
he was, Craig would let some piss drip down his chin, just so he could feel
the enjoyment of being ridiculed and punished.


With Demont and Trystan teaming up on Jasper, Geoff says to Nolan, "Now,
what torturous device shall I use to punish you boy!"


With total trust and abandonment Nolan could only smile. Right now, whatever
Geoff chose for him, he would duly obey without resistance. Right now, the
sweet way Geoff was treating `his slave', butting his hairy chest up to him,
caressing, kissing, Nolan didn't mind this from of punishment at all!


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"How about a swim?"


"In case you haven't noticed Laurent, the sun is going down?"


Smiling, as his hand felt the door knob, admitting the two into James' room,
Laurent replies, "The pool is lit?"


"Don't you have to serve up some dinners or something?"


"I'm covered," Laurent replied, standing there, waiting on James' decision
`to pool' or `not to pool.'


On his mind to divulge some things of his past, especially after Tom had
brought up some of the details, James says, "We've gotta talk."


"We can't get comfortable?" Laurent says, with hands freezing from
unbuttoning the top of James' shirt.


Smiling, James knew it could be casual, too it would be tough for Laurent to
up and run away with no clothes covering his bear bod. "We can get
comfortable."


"Good!" Laurent exclaims, his hands busy at work unbuttoning James' shirt
right on down to his belt, pulling it out and finishing up with two buttons
before working it behind his shoulders.


The two took to stripping down and getting comfortable, peeling the made up
bed down and hopping in. More than before, it was more of a natural feeling,
both falling into bed, facing each other, spooning, James working a knee in
between Laurent's splayed leg, kneecap-touching balls lightly.


"So what are we going to talk about?"


For a second James lay there and looked into Laurent's eyes before beginning
his confession, "Tom and me... we, uh..."


Laurent thought he had it in the bag, jumping the gun, "I know."


"You do?" Puzzled, James asks, "Know what?"


"I'm not trying to be sarcastic James, but I saw the way you and Tom carried
on. It's okay if you and your brother were once lovers as well. If you still
are..."


"Lovers? No, not exactly."


"No?" Laurent quizzes James. "Oh. Sorry. I thought maybe..." Unsure and
afraid of digging himself deeper into the opposite direction of thought,
Laurent allows the subject to flee his mind.


A long inhale, then exhale, James says, "Tom and me were close growing up.
Yeah, we did some sexual stuff, but it wasn't as if we were intimate lovers
or anything."


Guessing again, Laurent assumes, "Oh sure. Happens a lot with brothers being
curious."


"No," James replies. Then contradicting himself, "Well yeah, curious, but
not on the subject of gay sex, even though... ai-i-i-i-i-i-i-i!" he
flounders over on his back with a defeatist's outlook.


"No. Go ahead," Laurent nudges his bod closer. "I should just learn to keep
my mouth shut and listen."


It presented itself, even though they were on matters of a different
subject, James not being able to pass up the gag, "Not shut all the time?"


With one eye lifted, mouth crooked, Laurent replies, "I love the taste of
your cock!"


"I love the feel of your `open mouth'!"


After a short interval of a silent understanding, Laurent asks, "So. What of
you and Tom?"


"Like I said, I'm not good at explaining myself, but here goes. You know how
it looks, like I'm always acting like I'm the bigshot?"


"`Big', I know," Laurent replies. Then realizing James is being serious,
"Sorry `bout that!"


"Okay, so the truth is Tom and me did some kinky stuff and lots of times...
no, all of the time it was me letting him do stuff to me."


"Oh really?" Laurent replies, not sure what James was driving at.


He knew Laurent wasn't getting it, and after turning on his side to face
him, James further speaks of years past, "I used to allow Tom to tie me down
to our dad's workbench in the basement and do stuff to me."


"Tom do stuff to you?" Laurent was questioning the opposite of how he
pictured James.


"Yeah," James says. "It's why I'm always saying `keep the lights low'?"


"I thought you were trying to be romantic?"


Differing, James furthers, "Even when we're dressing, Laurent?"


"I thought you were being sexy!" Thinking a second, "In fact you `are' sexy.
Ve-ery sexy!"


"Thanks, but turn the light on a minute?"


Going for the lamp at his side of the bed, Laurent does the same thing on
his side.


Facing James, Laurent asks, "So? What am I looking for?"


Except for the small wisps of dark brown hair around James' nips, the only
pronounced hair on his bod was the thick stripe from his navel to his pubes.
Placing both hands on his pecs, James announces, "My nips? Do they look
right to you?"


"They look fine to me. They tasted fine. What's up?"


"Don't they look a little too `pink' for you?"


"Not really," Laurent replies.


Again James flops over on his back.


Lying between his teeth, Laurent says, "On second thought, they do look a
little pee-ked?"


"Don't shit me Laurent."


Turning over on his stomach, partially covering James' bod, Laurent teases,
lapping over James' left nip and responds, "I'm not as stupid as I look, you
know?"


"I never said you were stupid?"


Then Laurent, tapping an index finger on James' nip, "What did your Tom do
to these luscious nips?"


"Hot wax."


"Hot wax?" Laurent questions.


Mundanely, James tells, "Dripped hot wax on both of them. Hurt like fuckin'
hell."


"I bet it did," but no stranger to stuff done in dungeons, or elsewhere, all
in the name of getting turned on by kinky stuff, Laurent replies, "I bet it
did!"


"You're not at all surprised?"


Joking, Laurent says, "Hell, where is Tom now? I've got some candles in the
kitchen. Would love to have mine heated up!"


"I'm not talking about...."


"I know," Laurent cuts in. "What you are saying is your brother topped you
for some hot dungeon play and you're afraid it's going to do something to my
mind," he paints a finger down James' tummy trail, "and I'm going to think
you are not the hot top-man you pretend to be and it's something too weird
and wild, for a topguy to surrender to a bottomguy and have the living
daylights tortured out of him, lo and behold by his own brother and
runaway."


A brief moment of silence occurs.


"Are you?" James questions, even though it's obvious by now Laurent is not
phased by what he deemed too weird, that he was going to jump into his
clothes and hightail it out of there.


Neither had much time for discussion, with two hard raps on the door, a
familiar voice yelling, "Hey James! It's me! Come open the door!"


"Speaking of the devil!"


James lay there, watching Laurent hop out of bed as if eager to answer the
door for a pizza delivery boy.


When he did, Laurent stood there, not entirely stunned, but surprised,
"Tony?"


"Hey Cuzz!"


Heard from afar, as Tom and Tony enter, James is asking, "Cuzz?"


Tom, with all the answers, replies to his brother, as Tony immediately
strips off his tee shirt, "Tony and Laurent are related."


Laurent volunteers, "Tony is my cousin."


With Tony stripped from the waist up, unbuckling his belt, James says,
"Yeah, I can see the family resemblance!"


Laurent, his thoughts on a secretive plane, staring at Tony, replies,
"Strange how things work out, huh Tony?"


James thought it a casual notion between family, but Tom was suspicious,
"Meaning?"


"Nothing," Laurent brushed it aside.


Tony said nothing, smiling at Tom.


Then James decides to change his mind. "Family? Hmm."


"Don't you believe me?"


An evil laugh leaving Tom's mouth, "I should let James torture it out of
you!"


Right away Laurent `knew', accusing, "Tony! You told?"


"I couldn't help it!" Tony exhaled, the twenty-five year old slapping his
palms to his, now bare thighs. "Tom made me!"


Unknowing to the rest, they hadn't a clue to the torture Tony went through,
tied eagle-spread to the bed, Tom doing stuff to him to keep his eight
inches stiff as a log. He wanted to cum so bad, but Tom kept badgering,
telling him if he wanted to cum he would have to tell his most `inner
secret'.


It was nothing new to Tom and James, playing the same game and James giving
up some things Tom was totally unaware of. As for now, Tom says as he stares
James in the eyes, "It's how I found out about Tony and Laurent being more
than related by blood!"


James switching his eyes to Laurent, "Well, somebody going to tell me or
leave me here in the dark?"


Laurent replies, "I think maybe we `should' take a dip in the pool!"


"Sounds cool!" Tom replies.


Tony was all for it too, but still James felt on the outside of the circle,
"Midnight swim?" In his broken English, "That'sa cool!"


Shucking their clothes, Tom and Tony were all ready, out the door, Laurent
holding it, and asking, "Ready to get wet?"


%


"I think I better be going," Terry is pulled back down in the bed between
the two, "What?"


Doug replies, "Denis did a nice job sucking you off. Aren't you going to
return the favor?"


As it wound up, after many bod position changes, Terry and Denis changing
around a few times, either sucking or rimming Doug and each other, it wound
up, while Terry sucked Doug off, taking his load down, Terry's load wound up
in Denis' stomach.


Now the question remained, "If I'm to suck Denis off, you're going to be
watching and jerking? That is if you have enough cum left?"


Denis comes right back with, "He never stops manufacturing the stuff!"


"Mmm-m-m-m," Terry replies.


Testing the waters, on both sides, Doug says, "Thought while you're taking
Denis down I would deposit my second load someplace else?"


He waited for approval from both, Denis snapping back with, "Okay, I guess."


"Fine with me!" Terry replies.


Terry knelt between the two, facing them as they lay in the bed.


Doug then stimulates conversation, "We talked about this, remember?"


Almost true to their thought processes, involving experimental sex, Denis
replies, "Before it's too late."


Terry interjects, "Oh, you mean about you two having fun while you're still
eighteen?"


They are both startled when Terry turns around in the bed, slapping his back
up against the mattress, laying right down between the two.


"Something like that," Doug says.


"Well here's some food for thought. What happens, if along the way in your
experimenting you happen upon a guy you both like very much. And... no
matter how much you try to get rid of him, it seems like a monumental matter
in doing so?"


Both Doug and Denis looked at Terry, then each other, Denis asking, "Do you
know what he's talking about?"


Doug replies, "I was about to ask you the same thing!"


Terry to the rescue, "I'm really getting to like you guys and even though
I'm three years older than you are, I was wondering if maybe the three of us
could... `hang together'?"


Doug caught on before Denis, "You mean, instead of it being just Denis and
me, it'll be you, Denis and me?"


Fast with the followup, Denis says, "The three of us boyfriends?"


"I knew it sounds weird, but...."


Denis cuts Terry off, "We could try maybe?"


It seems the two were leaving it up to Doug, giving him their attention.


"Sounds good to me. That is until you," Doug meant Terry, "find somebody for
yourself."


"Unless I decide I want you two for myself?"


Right now Terry wasn't thinking about any other guy. He was thoroughly
satisfied with what he had right here in bed. "We don't have to decide
anything now."


"Right," Denis agrees with Terry.


Doug just didn't know.


Because it caused a lull in the atmosphere, Terry once again pushes himself
up from the mattress, kneeling and with one hand on Denis' ankle, "I better
get my lips wrapped around Denis!"


Sensed he should ask, Doug says, "It's okay if I fuck you?"


Denis gets dominant and says, "Of course it is and fuck him hard Doug!"


The two laugh at Denis stepping out of character, however without saying, it
turns Terry on immensely, having Denis act this way!



Terry replies, not about getting fucked, but the way they talk, "I love you
guys!"


%


"So, let's see!" Geoff rubs his hands together, "Will it be the cross,
bondage table, rack, or...."


"Rack? They've got one of those contraptions?"


"Yeah," Geoff replies, "but for insurance reasons it doesn't stretch to
where it's going to pop any bones out of the sockets!"


"Yikes!"


"Wanna try?" Geoff replies, him nudging Nolan towards the rack.


Nolan says, "I thought I wasn't supposed to have a say in  how I'm
treated?"


Flaunting a sexy pose, Geoff replies, "Depending on the guy, some I'm a
little conservative with!"


Nolan smiles, replies, "If you're going to have eight boys with their
tongues all over me, I'll take the X-thingy. That way they can reach `every'
place!"


"What?" Geoff fakes anger, "You don't want any pain?"


"Pain?" Nolan replies, but feels uneasy about. "Sure! Why not?"


"Very light," Geoff replies, leading Nolan over to a cross. "I won't hurt
you too much!"


Nolan knew it and did exactly as Geoff had directed him to, like at `The
Chasm', standing up on the two small ledges, made for a man's feet,
stretching his arms up and out, allowing Geoff to cuff his wrists and legs.


"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!"


At first Nolan got a chuckle, but then lost his smile when approached by
someone else other than Geoff. "Uh, Geoff?" he called out, softened only
because he didn't want the guy getting closer to hear.


"Hello-o-o-o-o-o-o-o there, handsome boy!" A burley character approached.


He was muscled, but with all the hair covering his abs it was tough to tell
the dividing lines of his abs, unless the fur covering his stomach was
studied. Too, distinguishing where his pecs and abs began was another chore.
Up close, standing in front of Nolan, the boundaries became more visible.
Too, the light covering of facial hair revealed not a man over forty, but
rather a young face. Overwhelmed by beauty, Nolan forgot his place,
replying, "Hey there. How's it going?"


"Dare you talk to me like that boy?"


`Boy?` Nolan chuckled inside. This `bear-dude` couldn't possibly be even as
old as himself! Why, the face and bod fur did make him look older, the soft
looking tone of his skin, coupled with his young voice, put him at the most
twenty-one years old and no more! Remembering the dungeon jargon and `his
place', Nolan replies, "I am really sorry for my terrible manners, `Sir'."


He must've showed something, adding the sorrowful look on purpose to justify
his remorse, because the master-dude, whom he knew was trying to act the
part, goofed and cracked a half-smile as he casually responds, "Well okay
boy. I'll cut ya a break this time...."


Staked out on the x-frame, what could Nolan possibly do to deter the young
master from hopping up on the tiny ledges his soles sat on, rubbing his hot
fuzz against Nolan's bod, attaching his hands to Nolan's cuffed digits and
applying his soft lips.


He wondered if Geoff would mind, him falling under the young master's spell,
accepting of the juicy affection, falling prey to mirroring the effect,
going along, following the lead.


"Ahem!"


"Oh sorry!" He jumps down, standing on both feet and addressing Geoff. "He
your's?"


"New here?" Geoff detects from the conduct, his eyes scanning.


"Uh... yeah..." and then pertaining to Nolan, a quick switch of eyes on him
and back to Geoff, "sweet kisser!"


Perhaps the young dude didn't realize, Nolan not just one of the run of the
mill chance pickups, but a more prominent bond between the master and boy,
obviously!


Stepping up to the bearded dude, their bod fur almost intermingling, Geoff
states, "Before you `indulge' in another master's property, it's proper
manners to ask?"


As Nolan looked down, he wondered where the line was drawn, between privacy,
due to their personal relationship and how the roleplaying went in the
dungeon. In his own opinion, Geoff was getting way to close to the young
master. On the other hand, even though he was stretched out eagle-spread,
tied to the restraining frame, he didn't pay mind to restraining himself
when it came to the lip to lip action. Even though no better, when Geoff
closed in on the young dude's lips and they kissed, he voiced opinion,
"A-hem!"


Geoff deepened his kissing, tongue in mouth.


"Geoff, what the hell do you think you're doing?"


Breaking off his kissing, looking up at Nolan, there wasn't a thread of
anger woven into the statement he was making. Instead, Geoff shakes his
head. On his mind was Nolan, not getting any of this master-slave stuff.
Too, thinking of the guy he left spit on the lips with, he says, "I don't
think you'll ever get it, Nolan!"


Knowing what Geoff was thinking, all this roleplay getup, he timidly
replies, "Sorry."


Turning to the young dude, Geoff makes excuse, "It's all new to him."


Taking the whole scene in, along with the background noise, Nolan is
surprised at the guy's return answer, "Me too. This is the first time I'm
trying myself out to be a master, so it's okay."


"Really?" Nolan again breaks protocol. "It sure seemed like you knew what
you were doing?"


Because it seemed like Nolan wasn't matching up with the atmosphere of the
place, the conversation became like bar-talk.


"Hey, by the way, I'm Hewy."


Geoff, being of Turkish descent, `knew' by the tan and features, he was of
some type of mideastern heritage, "And the last name?"


"I guess you could tell," Hewy matched Geoff's thoughts, "Zeitouny...
Egyptian. You?"


"Turkey."


Nolan casts in, "American. I'm one of the original Scandanavian mutts!"


"See?" Geoff again reiterates, "You can tell he's a novice at all this?"


"Me too," Hewy again boasts of his inadequacy. "Hey, could you show me some
stuff? Could you like.... make me your apprentice? That is if you don't
mind?"


Because Nolan was thinking it, looking down at Geoff and Hewy, not only
taking in the conversation, but checking the young master out as well, opens
his mouth, "I think you should start by showing him how good a cocksucker
your slave is!"


There was a lot to be learned as far as Hewy was concerned, but some things
were plain as can be, him saying, "Like who's the master here?" He laughs.


"You're right," Geoff says, an evil streak of humor coming over him. "So,
Master Hewy," he strikes up conversation, "How would `you' punish an unruly
slaveboy?"


It made Nolan retrace his guilt, dropping the humorous smile, his face
almost showing horror.


"Whip him?" Hewy suggests, shrugging both shoulders.


Strange thing, at first he was hesitant in accepting his punishment. In this
place Nolan trusted Geoff, but was totally unconfident about another
master's actions.


"Go on."


Nolan bit his lip, waiting. After all, his safety blanket, Geoff was there
and he was trusting. Yet, something began to override that judgement,
thinking as if Geoff wasn't there, a churning on down below, tingling
sensation almost, since the cock harness also lassoed his balls.


"Would ten or twenty lashes on his back be okay?"


Placing a hand on the twenty year old's shoulder, Geoff speaks as if father
to son, "Hewy, what exactly do you think this boy's punishment should be,"
adding, "spoken like a man?"


As when Nolan first met up with Hewy, the young fratboy rekindles his
stature, firming up his frame and standing tall, "I think ten lashes to
start, to see if he's sorry for speaking out!"


"Spoken like a man!"


`What?' Nolan is thinking. Yet, something weird is happening. Not thinking
now of a whip in the master's hand, it whirring through the air, his back
the target, Nolan's fear turns to excitement, about to be punished by but a
hairy, young guy wielding a weapon and applying it to his skin... well, the
leather nooses around his cock and balls are really starting to `agitate'
him!


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