Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2011 17:56:08 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 17

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CoMPany payLoaD 17

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%


Only place Laurent felt a `safe-house', from being inside the structure of
the Italian villa, the swimming pool became a haven for telling secrets.

Tom had already gotten the information Laurent was about to fork over to
James, via doing stuff to Tony's out stretched bod, it lying out in the sun
earlier on this afternoon, tied to the lounge chair.


As Tony lay there, unable to move hands or feet more than an inch or so, he
at the same time, feeling sexual pleasure, gave in to the act of
depravation, Tom keeping him on the edge, stroking his cock, then stopping,
"Oh no-o-o-o!"


Tom would laugh it off, bringing Tony to the edge, softly stroking his cock,
the same time feeling up his balls, rather roughly, or tweaking up a nip.
Letting his cock flop over, Tom would immediately latch on to Tony's other
nip, hiding amid the hairy foliage.


"You can't do this to me!" Tony would argue, wanting to so, so bad spend his
load, his balls on the verge of pumping it out.


Tom laughed again, driving Tony insane by sitting there on his knees where
Tony's legs split and entertaining by stroking himself, "Tell you what,
Tony."


"You've got to let me come. I `need' to so bad."


"I will," Tom simply says.


"Cool! When?" Tony really wondered, being this is the third time Tom had
rubbed his cock up and down, then switching to faster, only to let go when
he was almost `there'!


Slapping the side of Tony's stalk, sending it bouncing around, Tom, whether
as punishment or the fun of watching the shaft move quickly around, "When
I'm good and ready to, Tony!"


"Argh-h-h-h!" Tony grunts as he feels his sensitized cock come to a rest,
`wanting' so badly to have it stroked into oblivion. Even so he knows he
can't bring either of his hands to his pubes, he pulls at the reins.


"Hmm."


As before, Tony questions in his mind what's on Tom's mind, but this time
waits it out.


"I will stroke you off... not stopping, if you tell me your innermost,
private secret!"


"How will you know?" Tony replies.


"I won't." However, as it had happened in the past, with him and James
playing the game, if it proved in the long run, truth turning out false, it
would be decided, now, what the punishment would be later on, if discovery
found the victim caught in a lie. "But if I find out you are lying Tony, we
decide now what your punishment will be."


"Punishment? Like how severe would it be?" Of course, a half hour ago, when
Tony decided he wanted `to play' with Tom and as time had passed, he became
immensely infatuated with not only Tom himself, but by what he liked to do
outside of kissing and hot sex.


With coy Tom responds, "Depends how important the secret would be!"


Tony had to think about this. In his line of work, yet to be divulged, like
his secret, he was intrigued with Tom's playing out of `the game.'
Confessing to himself his `innermost secret' being something very, very
important and pledging not to reveal it, until a future date in time, he
deemed, if he kept this secret and made up a fake one, and having been found
out, it would carry a hefty penalty.


"I know you're thinking about it Tony, so don't give me any made up bullshit
you're conjuring up in your mind now!"


`Daymn!' Tony thought. `This Tom is one smart dude!' So, he made his `real'
secret `the secret' and tacked on the punishment as, "How about a couple of
punches in the stomach?"


Tom, being crafty, replies so there is no doubt, "Five it is and five knees
to the balls. Take it or leave it!"


`Fuck, this is fuckin' hard,' Tony was thinking. Too, right now his balls
were churning away thinking how fuckin' hot it would be to be caught in a
lie. Too, from the start, upon first meeting Tom, he was drawn to him like a
magnet. Learning of liking the kinkier side of life only more cemented his
feelings of liking him. Too, finding out how Tom became involved, needing
loot and trusting his room mate at college, Jaco... well, Tony had his own
reservations about a character like Jaco, felt Tom was being taken advantage
of, especially at such a young age.


"I guess you want to forget it," Tom replies.


"No-o-o-o-o... no, no!" Tony's hand is forced.


Literally, Tom moving to untie Tony's left hand.


"No wait!" Now it wasn't about anything but `want', Tony wanting it so much
to be Tom's hand jerking him off, "I'll tell, I'll tell!"


Tightening the knot, instead of loosening it, Tom asks, "First, the
punishment, when I find out you are lying to me, Tony?"


"I'm not lying, really I'm not!"


"But in case you do. Part of the game, so tell me."


"Okay, okay," Tony is driven by his lower anatomy, his cock starting to
wilt, "you can beat my balls with your knee and fists!"


"Cool!" Tom replies, at first with energy. Then, loosening up on the
dominant attitude, he follows through on his part of the bargaining,
wrapping his hand around Tony's semi-hard.


Then Tony went on to tell the same thing Laurent is confessing to James.


Swimming over to where the three are standing pec-deep, James faces Laurent,
saying, "You and Tony are..."


Tom fills in the blank, "They're secret agents. What's so tough to
understand, bro?"


Thinking on an hour ago, Tony wished he had done things cut and dry, instead
of beating around the bush, when Tom could be beating off his cock,
accepting things outright and not have gone through.... wait a minute, he
pondered the little scenario out by the pool... recollecting his thoughts,
on the contrary, it was fuckin' fun being deprived of having his load of
cock-sauce erupt out of his tall shaft, only to confess and experience
probably the most awesome masturbation of his life!


"Secret agents?" James repeats his brother's words. "You mean like James
Bond?"


Smarter than what James has thought, Tom replies, "What it means bro," he
tags his brother's shoulder, "is we're off the hook."


"Off the hook?" James asks to Laurent's face.


Tom jumps in, "Yeah, we don't have to go to prison when this is all over."


"Prison?"


Tony comes, using his hands to paddle to the inner circle, "It goes like
this. We land. The next day we storm the Harrellsson building, but
Harrellsson and his goons don't know we already know and..."


"We? Who's we?"


Tom bats for Tony, "You don't have to know that bro. Just go with it?"


Then, as Tom's caretaker, he shrugs Tom's hand off his shoulder, it slapping
the water with a tiny splash, "No. I want to know everything and now!"


Laurent smiles, saying, "Mm-m-m-m, might be fun having you torture it out of
me!"


Cocking his head and smirking, James replies, "I'm not joking here
Laurent?"


"Oh," Laurent clears his throat, "of course not, um..."


Tony, speaking more astutely, says, "Nothing will happen to you and Tom,
though it will look like you are arrested, you will go free. We will make it
so."


Thinking they will be arrested and punished for accomplices, James is
doubtful, "But we came here for the intent of being a part of this and the
kidnapping of the younger Mr. Harrellsson. What's makes it any different?"


Watching, Laurent and Tony exchange a grin, Laurent replying to James'
question, "Of course you two will be placed under house arrest and you will
need somebody around all the time to keep track of you?"


"Really?" James asks, still with doubt.


Tony says, "He's bullshittin' ya. Ever hear of the `witness protection
plan'?"


Laurent drops his false pretense, saying, "Doesn't come with any warranties
or refunds," he slides a hand through the water like an eel, in between
James' arm and side.


This was important, affecting the future life of Tom and himself, James all
serious, but when he felt the hand to his skin, it acted like a buffer
between what could happen and the outcome, as guaranteed by Laurent and his
cousin. "I want to believe."


Seeing it winding down, for the matter of needing it to be mulled over, Tony
turns to Tom, "My balls need a workover. You game?"


Before they hooked up with James and Laurent, Tony had shown the urge to
have his balls messed with, Tom more than happy to do so. Now, with evening
setting in and leaving Laurent and James to their own relationship, Tom and
Tony set off out back of the cabana, to a secluded grove. With a length of
nautical rope found in the cabana, Tom ties Tony to two upper limbs of a
tree, facing it.


"Ooh-h-h-hh-h!" Tony made a cooing sound, as Tom reached up to finish tying
the second arm, his knee leaning against the conglomeration of both ball
sacs and cock, all three rubbing against the bark of the tree.


After that, things went rather quickly, Tom nudging at Tony's balls, drawing
away, stroking himself, another knee-pounce, Tony in obvious pain, but good
pain. It humored Tom to see Tony loving it, not in words, but syllables of
the love of feeling pain morph into pleasure, along with Tony's cock
stiffening and leaking down the tree bark, like a flood down street canals.


Something he hadn't realized before, Tony was amazed at Tom's strength.
Either the teen hit the gym regularly or it was his sex drive which made Tom
pull at his legs and position him just so Tom could pull him away from the
tree and lean just so his cock could drive up his ass like a parking garage!


%


"What do we do now?" Denis asks Terry.


They lay there for awhile, after Denis and Terry drank down each others
loads, Doug pulling out and wetting down Terry's back with his second
eruption.


"Cut!"


Terry, in anger shouts out as he steps out of the studio bed, his loose cock
in the balance, "No Glenn! You didn't!"


Glenn laughed his ass off, saying, "Had you there for a moment, didn't I?"
He came, not from behind a camera in the outskirts of the dark studio, but
from an exit door.


Standing there, a hand on one hip, mostly on one foot, Terry replies, "You
owe us dinner for that one!"


"No problem," Glenn replies. "It's the reason I came to get you!"


Not paying a bit of attention to Terry, he looked beyond the twenty-one year
old, to the two teens still lounging in the studio bed.


Pushing Glenn aside, Terry knew where the photographer's eyes were focused!
"C'mon you two, wardrobe!"


Already in some swashbuckler clothing, Glenn says to the three leaving in
the backdrop, "Meet you out front in five!"


"Ten!" Terry yells back in strict defiance.


Waiting until they faded black, Glenn just shook his head, thinking how
Terry got all the breaks, with the teen swagger between both boys' legs!


%


"That good?"


Whereas, without Geoff there, Nolan would be racked out of his gourd with
fear, instead he found the tiny massage of the flogger across his back with
a shiver, commenting, "That wimpy little whip?" He laughed again.


Geoff smiled, taking the flogger out of Hewy's hand, "More like this!"


"Ow-w-w-w-oh-h-h-h," Nolan yelled out, turning his head and looking at the
aggressor, shouting out loud, "Geoff?"


On his face was a puzzled look, something between stunned and astonished, as
Geoff cracks a little smile and apologetically, "Sorry."


"You're not sorry!" Nolan accuses him.


By this hour of the evening, most patrons had finished their fun and headed
upstairs for a few rounds of drinks. Across the way, two bears had wound
down their playing with their two cub-slaves.


One of the two, wandering over to where the commotion is coming from asks,
"Having an attitude problem with your boy, Geoff?"


Unknown to Nolan, Geoff had relayed to Antonio Bianco, manager of `The
Chasm', who would team up with the manager of the `Bear Lair', Angus
McClelland, the two making it a night, of bringing his new boyfriend down
for experiencing some hot roleplay, Nolan new to it all.


"Yeah, he's a little slow in `getting it'."


Nolan wondered what Geoff was pulling here. He should be explaining things,
like how he is a novice at all this. Sure, the trust was there and figured
Geoff was about to rectify things.


"Is that so?" Antonio says, taking something from his side. "Nothing this
can't handle!"


Nolan drove his chest into the bondage table, trying to look up at what
Antonio held in his hands.


"Ah, perfect!" Antonio says, moving the ball gag towards Nolan's face.


"What the fuck is that?" Nolan asked of the ball-like object attached to two
strands of leather.


Antonio says, "He needs to open his mouth," to Geoff.


"How do you think we can do that," Geoff passes it on to, "Angus?"


"No problem," Angus rubs both hands together, then works one of them in
towards the bottom of Nolan's ass crack.


"Geoff," Nolan questions, as if suddenly in mistrust, "what are you doing?"


"Trust me?"


"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Nolan calls out in pain, making the most awful,
scrunched up look, his mouth opening wide.


Antonio says, throwing in laughter, "Fuckin' perfect!" Quickly he stuffs the
ball gag in Nolan's mouth.


In the meantime, Angus is saying to Geoff, "It was only a little squeeze!"


"Forget about it," Geoff shoos away Angus' ball-squash, "he'll get over
it."


It's almost comical, watching Nolan now try to complain, making
unintelligible remarks behind the mouth-stuffing.


"Think you got the hang of this flogger, Hewy?"


"Um," he gulps, "I dunno."


Taking the flogger out of Geoff's hand, Angus says, "I can give you a few
lessons, son!"


Stealing it back from the thirty-two year old beefy bear, Geoff replies, "I
think Hewy can handle it."


"Rats!" Angus replies, admiring, "such a beautiful back, to paint some
stripes across,too!"


Standing there, Antonio, with his arms folded across his hairy middle,
pressing his pecs into beefy mounds, tells Hewy, "Show us what you can do,
son!"


Planing his hand across Nolan's back, right under his shoulder blades, Angus
says, "Yeah. Paint some lines right across here!"


Nolan is almost whining. Behind the gag he's both in conviction and
contentment. He can't judge whether he is mad at Geoff for allowing these
goons to manhandle him into not being able to speak, or the fact he feels
like grinding his cock into the leather surface of the bondage table,
visioning Hewy's hand attached to the flogger and readying to scathe his
back with its leather strips.


%


"It's all coming to me now."


"How's that go?" Laurent asks James, after it seems like everything is hunky
dory between the two.


One theme lingered in James' mind, saying to Laurent, as they sat in the
shallow end of the pool, butts parked on submerged stairways, "All this
stuff about living happily ever after... was it real or all part of the
plan?"


"Wasn't at all part of the plan. Frankly, when our superiors showed us the
photographs of you and your brother, something went and set me off down
below, but I didn't get my hopes up because...."


"If we weren't gay... yeah, I get what you mean."


Pooling little handfuls of water up and over James' shoulder, allowing it to
cascade down his pecs, stomach, Laurent says, "All I know is it would have
been a sin if you were straight!"


Engaging in some kissing, they break, James asks, "How long have Tom and I
been a part of your plan?"


"At first `you' weren't at all. We only observed people who became involved
with Jaco Calvanzano. You didn't come into the picture until you visited Tom
right before spring break."


"That's when you first put your eyes on me?"


"No, unfortunately," Laurent says, a sweet emotion coming over him, leaning
in for a quick kiss. "If I had, there would have been some other hot man in
my dreams to jerk off to instead of some porn star!"


"Wouldn't happen to be Paul Wagner?" James replies, cracking a grin.


"Hmm," Laurent fakes, "now there's a man who could get my rocks off
anytime!"


%


"I can fix that," Denis goes for the `real' bow tie around Doug's neck.


"You know how to?" Terry inquires, fixing his own around the fancy shirt
collar to match the tux.


It's then Denis shares some history, telling of `once upon a time,' him and
Adam growing up `with money'. It's revealed they lived in a very nice home,
not a mansion, but in a well-to-do neighborhood, backyard pool and tennis
court. He goes on to boast about their membership in a golf club, though
Denis said the highlights of his visits were to check out guys, saying he
almost had an encounter with one of the staff.


Of course they wanted to know details, Denis stating he was badgered into
allowing the caddy to suck him, but being sixteen the dude got scared off!


>From there, the dressing room banter got Terry started, telling about his
first encounter, fourteen years old and not too far from Denis' story, in
the locker room of the football team his dad coached, by one of the high
school players. Unlike Denis' recollection, Terry says he sent his teen load
down the seventeen year old's throat!


"Guess what guys?" Doug asks.


"I didn't tie your tie good enough?" Denis guesses.


Turning around in the swivel chair in front of the vanity mirror, Doug's
hand is feeling up his crotch.


"I'll flip ya for it!" Terry says.


Denis, calling `heads', got Doug's `head', while Terry `settled' for sucking
in Denis' 8c.


Terry didn't even think about Glenn, waiting out front in the limousine for
them!


%


"Ak-k-k-k... oh-h-h-h," Nolan's cry mellows into contentment.


At first, with all the complaining from the exec's lips it was sheer torture
for those administering the whipping, at least for Antonio Bianco, a
seasoned master whom has ruled a guy more than once at the `Bear Lair'.
Since Antonio had taken on Hewy as his apprentice, when he left the twenty
year old accompanied him.


About forty-five minutes into his ordeal, a combo of whipsnapping across
Nolan's back and moments where a hand or two caressed the place where a
superficial welt formed, hardly anything to see until a red line appeared,
Nolan crossed the line from pain to pleasure and by Hewy's determination, he
guessed it would be a good time to remove the ballgag. Many times Hewy or
Antonio would comment on how Nolan's hips tried to gyrate, a telltale sign
of the transformation on the willing victims' behalf.


So composed was he, Nolan did not even notice another transformation, the
light flogger being passed from Hewy's hand to Geoff's.


He sighed an extra, "Oh-h-h-h...oh-h...oh!" when feeling a hand move between
his legs, fondle his balls until the digits made it's journey to his cock,
which hours ago had reached its full staff, 7.5c.


"Wanna come bad, do you boy?"


Out of his composed state of soft pleasuring, Nolan's eyes perk up, open and
his head switches around, "Geoff! You're back!"


"I'm back alright, but the question is... was I missed?"


"Of course you were," Nolan half-heartedly sensed.


Though, Nolan was driven back into ecstasy, not by the flogger down his
back, but Geoff's softly massaging hand!


"I have a surprise!"


"Yeah?" Nolan picked up his attitude, then dropped it out of assumption, "Oh
no-o, not another whipping?"


"Boy?" Geoff calls out.


Nolan couldn't see, on account of Geoff's `surprise' being on his knees,
waiting for the opportune moment.


Rising up, a chore since his hands were fastened at the small of his back
with leather cuffs, the `boy' stands and in clear view of Nolan, at the top
of the table where he is fastened, faced down, "David Schlesinger?"


David looked to Geoff, who gave permission, "You may speak freely, boy."


"Hi there, Mr. Harrellsson, uh, sir."


Recalling Schlesinger by another personality within the Harrellsson
structure, "My father's old fuck-buddy!" He also took notice of the
`chest-jewelry', tight clamps clasping at David's nips, the chain in between
and his pecs distressed by the small weight pulling on the chain.


"Yeah," David spoke freely, "I've always wanted to say something to you, but
was warned not to speak of it." He looks to Geoff.


"Go ahead, boy. Finish you're `confession'."


Up until now, Nolan has always looked upon David Schlesinger as an `enemy'.
For the moment, he was starting to change opinion, but wasn't `there' yet.


"Like a lot of us, Yalin being one for instance," David continues, "we were
given into your father's unscrupulous sexual endeavors because we `owed'
him. I know Yalin put up with a lot, but as for me, I... well," he moves his
head around, his eyes giving direction to different places of the immediate
surrounding area, "I've always liked being on the taking side of `the
scene'."


Geoff interrupts, "Trust me. He can take a lot of shit!"


"Like a hundred lashes?" Nolan asks, thinking of what he's been through.


Correcting, Geoff renders, "You haven't had a hundred lashes," planing his
hand over Nolan's back, "I would say no more than fifty."


With pun intended, Nolan replies, "I suppose I could corroborate that later,
counting the welts in the mirror?"


Geoff smirks, raising an eyebrow, "Moving on, are you ready for your next
torture?"


Horror came over Nolan, him looking up at David's chest,  "Um, not if you're
gonna do to me what you've done to David?"


"Oh, much worse!" Geoff says.


"Oh shit!"


Wiggling his index finger, Geoff coerces David, by power of will, to the
foot of the table.


Bound down to the leather table, arms and legs stretched eagle-spread, Nolan
has no inclination but to wait out his fate. "Oh shit!" he exclaims, feeling
his legs part.


With the throw of a latch, Geoff separates the foot of the table, sending
Nolan's right leg off towards David, bringing his left leg towards himself.


Nolan exclaims, "What am I? A wishbone?" He gulps, thinking as he's feeling
his midsection, between his legs, open up, cool air rushing in to where it
was all sweaty.


"Get in there boy!" Geoff orders David.


"Yes, sir," comes the refrain, a very willing response, as David hustles in
between Nolan's legs, opened up like a caliper.


It's amazing how they make bondage tables these days! Swung open, it offers
the perfect `drop' for a slave on his knees, as seen when Geoff directs
David to bow down. With legs split right up the middle, till they can't open
anymore, the victim's balls hang over the edge and with some help by Geoff
reaching over an ass cheek, his hand can easily reach in, grasp Nolan's hard
cock and bring it right in, aligned with both sacs.


"Balls first, boy!"


After Geoff watches David lick each sac, he orders, "Get on his cock, boy!"


It's like a joke for Geoff, because it's damn tough for David, hands cuffed
behind his back to maneuver his bod around so he can fully absorb Nolan's
hard, dangling shaft. He decides to cut the boy a break, keying the lock
which connects both cuffs. He makes another small adjustment in the setup,
walking around to the head of the table and flicking a latch. "You don't
think you're going to be gettin' all the pleasure?"


Nolan at first wonders, but when his arms spread out a little, and his chin
drops off the table, plus seeing Geoff step forward, his cock in his hand,
like it's all ready to be fed, he instantly opens his mouth.


"Good boy!" Geoff comments, right before he drops his head back and sighs.


However, Geoff isn't the only one feeling the delights of the `torture
chamber'!


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