Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2011 16:51:20 -0400
From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 18

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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CoMPany payLoaD 18

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%


Friday night, into Saturday morning, not much changed in their relationship,
Geoff still asleep as Nolan turned over in bed. Last night seemed like a
long way off, but as he flipped over from stomach to back, he could still
feel the sting of the dungeon scene. It should have left a grim feeling,
instead Nolan smiled. Placing his hands on his stomach, folded in praying
position, he looked up at the plain, white ceiling and stare in reflection,
a smile creasing his lips. He thought of how the evening play out, Geoff's
cock submerged in his mouth, trying to pry open his throat as he lay flat
out on the leather bondage table. Then, one of his hands having the urge to
slide down his hairy stomach, over his bellyhole and engage with playing
with his soft cock, he thought about Hewy, lightly massaging his back with
the flogger.


"Hmm-mm..." he heard Geoff stir.


Turning his head, he smiled, seeing Geoff lying with his back towards him,
another pair of hands, not his own, caressing Geoff. It was all horny,
thinking back about bringing Hewy home with them, the twenty year old too
fatigued to hardly carry his own weight out of the `Bear Lair'.


He silently giggled, a grin on his face, thinking how Hewy `suddenly' sprung
to life when they arrived back at his dwelling. `Oh!' Nolan thought,
suddenly realizing the fact he walked from Geoff's car to the house with no
clothes covering him! Then, condoning himself over the fact he lived almost
a mile from the road or anyone who could see through the dense foliage. He
took into account Hewy and Geoff, scantly clad in their leather outfittings,
especially with their cocks hanging out the place where unsnapped pouches
showed their manly interests.


`What tha?' he thought to himself, Geoff being bowled over, Hewy
half-sliding off Geoff!


It was all good. Whereas Geoff was tall, beefy, bulky, Hewy was a light
weight. The two only resembled each other by a distant view, alike for hair
on their chests, stomachs and pubes, but different build, tall and beefy vs.
slender, but not too skinny.


Nolan wondered if Hewy was still asleep. He was really tuckered last night,
entertaining Geoff.


For the most part Geoff wanted to relax and take in the view of Hewy and him
playing together, like live porn.


And play, Hewy and he did! It wasn't forced, nor anything like at the `Bear
Lair', the two more like lovers, kneeling in the bed at the beginning of
making out, kissing each other. Slowly Nolan took over, his lips making
smooches to Hewy's hairy pecs. Feeling more comfy, Hewy slowly extended his
legs and sank back into the bed. As he lay there, Geoff nudged himself
closer, his shoulder to Hewy's right pit. From there, the two kissed, while
Nolan worked his way lower.


He found out quite by accident, the twenty year old having sensitive nips,
his hands pawing over the hairy pecs, zeroing in on the hard nubs, as his
tongue painted a wet line down to his navel. From two places of sensitivity
to the next, Nolan tongue-fucked the deep innie, biting along the edge of
Hewy's bellyhole. Like the kiss of the flogger on his back, he made Hewy
`pay', biting hard. He made Hewy moan `so' loud.


However, was surprised when he looked up, seeing Geoff brush one of his
hands away and going to work on Hewy's left nip with his own mouth! "Geoff?"
he said in a whisper.


Geoff didn't answer, too engrossed in wetting down Hewy's right pec, licking
over the hard nub. Then, when he went back to kissing, his thumb and finger
made mincemeat out of Hewy's nip, taking a nice plug of nipmeat and mashing
it.


A sly look, feeling nobody could see or feel, except Nolan, he picked up
Hewy's already hard nine inches and sucked in a ball sac. Because Geoff was
working both nips by now and getting away with it, Nolan went for broke,
sucking hard, trying to fit two balls in his mouth, whereas only one could
fit comfortably!


"Oh no-no-no-you guys!"


Both Geoff and Nolan ceased their man-handling!


Looking at down upon himself, at the halt in stimulation, whether good or
painful, Hewy turns his attention to Geoff, "I mean."


"What?" Geoff asks.


Even though feeling the euphoria of pain and pleasure, the pain got a little
intense. However, without any sensation it was more torture, Hewy replying,
"It's all good!"


Resuming, Nolan took the pain out of his orally working over Hewy's cock and
balls. As for Geoff, lingered for an amount of time, finding himself dozing
off. The early morning hours finished out with Geoff rolling off to sleep,
showing disinterest, Hewy and Nolan making sweet love.


Now, as he thinks about it, rubbing his hand up and down Hewy's back, he
thinks, fickled, it was very nice the three of them worked out so well
together!


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They weren't the only trio who endured a restless night, Doug, Denis and
Terry taking turns playing `top' or `bottom' to each other.


Morning breaking, Terry laughed his ass off at Doug's notion, "OMG! We
forgot about Glenn!"


Terry puts matters to rest and like he knew Glenn Watney as well as the back
of his hand, "He probably got tired of waiting and went on ahead without
us." And like reading them a sexy bedtime porno story, "If I know Glenn,
which I do," Terry giggles, "he probably wound up at the `Bear Lair' or
`Chasm', playing slave to one or two hot masters."


"`Slave?' `Masters?' Like how would you know?"


Just as curious, especially regarding the particular subject matter, Doug
inquires, "Yeah, how would you know, Terry, unless..."


Knowing he slipped, but unintentionally, Terry clears it up, "Okay... yeah,
so I've dabbled in it. That satisfy your curiosities?" he looks to his left
side, Denis, then the right, Doug.


Doug leads off, "I think I'd like to try it sometime."


"Me too. Do you think I would make a good slave to some master?" Denis asks,
the two switching their attentions to his face.


"I mean, I don't know anything about this stuff," Doug replies, "but reading
into it, I'm sure the guy with hot cocksucking skills it probably a good
choice for the `bottom' guy."


Terry was entertained, switching his head back and forth, like a tennis
match.


He didn't have to ask, the obvious, Denis having sucked both Doug and Terry
last night, "Am I a good cocksucker?"


`Cute' was part of the equation, Denis looking as cute as cute could be,
Terry finally opening up, "Trust me. Any master at `The Chasm' would welcome
a cocksucker such as yourself, Denis." Even though he didn't mention it,
Denis' appearance, the light brown hair, fuzzy pecs, slender trail to his
pubes and boasting an 8c, was a mighty fine appraisal, adding to his oral
abilities Denis would fare well at either gay club.


"Only one way to find out," Doug says. "When are you going to take us there,
Terry?"


"Wait a minute. Time out," Terry makes a `T' sign with his hands. "It's not
only about sucking and fucking," he counts out on his fingers, "you have to
learn about discipline, and if you don't comply, what happens?" And another
point counted off on his digit, "The pain part..."


"Pain?" Doug sat there in bed, tongue to the side of his lip.


"I dunno about that," Denis replies.


Sitting between the two in bed, Terry seemed to think a thought or two has
passed from Doug to Denis and back, him asking, "Am I missing something
here?"


It then came out, Denis and Doug helping, to tell the story of Denis'
unpleasant experience.


However, turning it from something gruesome, relating it to the atmosphere
at `The Chasm', he tells the two, "Well there you have it in a nutshell!
Though, instead of it being forced against your will, the slaves at `The
Chasm' are there under their own free will. Nobody gets forced into doing
anything unless you want to."


"You mean like getting sucked and fucked?" Doug assumes.


"That and getting whipped, punched, their balls worked over."


Denis jumps the gun, with disbelief, "No way! Guys want their balls hurt?"


Going off on a tangent, Terry tells, based on what he's observed, again
counting off his finger, "Balls tortured, nips tortured, whipped on the back
or chest with a flogger or strap, punched in the stomach," he digresses,
"mainly gymrats wanting to find out if their abs are punch-proof, then you
have guys who are into bondage mostly, and then heavy or rough sex. What do
you think?"


Taking it all in so quickly, Doug replies, "I'd probably be lost on what to
do." Giggling, "Do they have training programs?"


Seriously, Terry says, "Actually, some of the masters find it highly erotic
training a novice master, as well as slave."


Affectionately, Denis says, "I want to be Doug's trainee!"


Doug smiles back, turning to Terry, "So, Terry, where do you fit into all
this?"


"Well," he sways his head back and forth, "I'm more what they call
versatile. I can dish it out, but I can take it too."


"Like when do you know the difference?" Denis puts it to him.


"I don't. I think it depends on who is at `The Chasm' when I get there. If I
see a hot top," he smiles, wiggled his eyebrows, "who I happen to know holds
a lot in his pants," he giggles, "then I instantly sink to my knees,"
meaning he's marked himself a `slave'.


More important than `why', Doug asks, "Have you done stuff to guy's balls?"


"Oh sure," Terry says casually. "It's what is expected. Don't want to
disappoint the customer!"


Denis recalls, "I got punched in the balls. Trust me. I won't want it to
happen again!"


After hearing Denis' story, Terry says, "Y'know, I think `if' we go, you
should go for the bondage."


Doug, already finding an appreciation of the subject, "Terry's right. This
way you can just hang out for the night and not have to worry about and of
the sadistic stuff."


Applying it to Denis' situation, Terry turns sweet on him, "Because I think
you've already had your share of misery for a lifetime," he bestows a sweet
kiss on Denis' cheek. Then bending away, he looks Denis in the eyes,
"Y'know, I think you should try your hand at `mastering'? Why," he points
his finger, like trying to get a message across, "with your good looks,"
then proceeding to slide his hand down, between Denis' legs, "and
well-endowment down below, I think you would have a fair chance at knocking
some boy's socks off?"


Doug furthers, "Or knock him up, whichever comes first?"


"Fuckin' a guy? Me?"


Terry had set off the idea and flame ignited, all Denis could do is sit
there, slip a little down the sheet and because Terry's hand was already
there, feel some pulsing which made him think he really liked the idea!


"If `I' can do it, `you' can do it," Doug replies.


Terry adds, "All you have to do is like it!"


"Trust me," Doug says, "once you have your cock up a guy's ass, it's pure
ecstasy!"


"Like you felt last night?" Denis says.


"I sure felt it!" Terry says, slapping his own ass.


"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." Denis then relays, "If suppose if I can
trust you with taking my ass, I can trust you with this."


While the two locked eyes, fell towards each other, Terry under the bridge
of lovers, he interrupts, "You mean you don't trust me?"


Terry opened his mouth, Doug closes it, "Hey, I got an idea!"


Denis and Terry stalked Doug for the left unsaid.


"Why don't you and me be masters to Terry and see how we like it!"


His finger thrown towards Doug, Terry replies, "Now there's an idea I think
can grow on me?"


Way in which it was said, left no need for Denis to answer, but he did
surrender, "Sure! Might be cool!"


%


Tom Houten had acted brash towards Jaco, when the twenty-two year old barged
into him, his brother, Laurent and Tony, the four having a casual breakfast
out by the pool. After Laurent kicked him under the table, Tom realizes it
wasn't a good move, so pretended he `liked' Jaco, saying something like he
couldn't wait to get back to college this fall and do fun stuff like they
did during the college semester.


Apparently Jaco `bought it' and leaving the four behind, walking through the
kitchen, he was forced to stop and lean against the counter. His hand was
busy feeling up his swimjock, firming it beyond what his thoughts had begun
to carve it, into a full bloom erection. Closing his eyes, he pictured what
was to become of Tom and James, but focus on his roommate, of breaking the
attitude as well as having Tom tied down in the dungeon and working his ass
over with all seven hard inches. Soon he couldn't help himself, over the
edge, yanking his cock and balls out of his g-string loin covering.


"Need some help with that, `sir'?"


Freezing, Jaco peered over at the door, seeing Hans, one of the masterminds
of the plot, in particular assigned to go after Demont, upon storming the
Harrellsson Building in America.


Rather than a normal `yes' or `no', Jaco replies in a brash manner, "Get
over here and on your knees boy!"


He was a strapping man, forty-two years old, able to pass easily for
thirty-five or so because he worked out at the gym. On his way to the pool,
all Hans had to do is shuck the towel, reducing him to a speedo which hugged
his hips, trimmed blond pubes almost down to a hint of cock. "What now,
`Sir?'"


Playing the game, Jaco replies, as if angry, "What the fuck you think, boy!"
He takes his hard cock and slaps Hans up-side the face.


After breaking a smile, he opens his mouth.


Not forgetting, but also informing Hans in a roundabout way he wanted to
have fun, more than the forced cocksucking, Jaco tells him, "I'll be
punishing those abs and this smooth back," he slides one hand over Hans'
beautiful back, which the other hand is behind Hans' head, adding some force
to the cocksucking.


"Yes, Sir," Hans replied. He knew the protocol, how it was not proper to
answer with a `sorry sir', knowing punishment would already be delved out.
Back in Berlin, Hans played with some rough buddies, ones who knew how to
wield a cropper or strap and dished out a hundred or so lashes without
marking a man. Though, if Hans left with a few stripes on his back it would
not phase him, satisfaction filling him after a night of pain and sex.


Because he had met Hans just yesterday, this the first time the two enjoy
recreational time in sync, Jaco further ventures, "And you'll take my fat
cock up your ass after you've sucked it up into a nice big log, boy!"


Without hesitation, recalling Berlin-daze, Hans replies, "Yes, sir!" with
more energetic emphasis.


Everything about Hans turned Jaco on. To make sure he was to receive the
ultimate pleasuring, Jaco's hand followed Hans' spine down to the small of
the German's back, slipping the tips of his fingers under the hem of his
speedo. With the other fingers and thumbs planing over his ass, Jaco dipped
his index finger into the valley of Hans' ass-cheeks. He smiled, hitting pay
dirt, a nice, small opening!


%


Meanwhile, back in America, even though Demont could have taken Saturday
off, which he kept a secret from the Harrellsson Building staff, he now sat
in the hidden auxiliary security center. Apart from the main control center,
which housed computers, monitors and wires running from ceilings to
consoles, outlets, the smaller looked to be a fraction of the original.
However, in Demont's opinion, following schemes and schematics he drew up
himself, what he saw on the wall of monitors spell out more of the goings on
within the walls of the office tower.


"Anything worth jerking over?"


"Have a seat," Demont slaps the leathered easy chair next to him.


Nobody, except one electrician, who he handsomely paid off with
carte-blanche fucks whenever he wanted it, Demont had told a sole in the
world this room existed, until Trystan Carr showed up in his life.


Sitting, Trystan commanded the attention of Demont, wrapping a hand around
the back of the Egyptian's head and forcing their lips together. Just as
quick, after a lip-smack, Trystan asks, "What have you got? Something juicy
I hope?"


"I've been observing these two. I think you recognize one of our board
members?"


"David Schlesinger?" Trystan focuses on the screen, sixth to the right,
first row of monitors. "I thought board members had the weekend off."


"My exact feelings," Demont thought. Even though Demont had met his match,
he had feelings about Trystan, a strong want for him after their first
sexual encounter. During which, Demont allowed the first man to ever get
close to his ass. After the long night of sexual pleasuring, Demont swore to
make Trystan a permanent part of his life. To keep him situated in power and
wealth, not which Trystan stood hungry for, not more than sex, as Demont
discovered, he set his knew `partner' up with a good position within the
company and moderate salary. Mostly though, his interest lay in keeping
Trystan sexually satisfied, whether it was in the comfort of their own
bedroom or monitoring the ins and outs of Harrellsson employees.


"So," Trystan asks with a bit of sarcasm, "what's Schlesinger doing..."


"Sh-h-h-h-h!"


Nobody would ever dare cross Demont, but now Trystan, stealing the remote
out of his hand, saying, "Turn the damn thing up," it only made Demont's
loin tingle, the first man to ever stand up to him without thinking about
the consequences.


"I was about to do that!"


"Watch it, Demont," Trystan says with a coy look on his face, a raising of
eyebrow, "remember I get first dibs at fucking ass tonight!"


Demont didn't like it one bit, but in a nice way. Saturday nights he usually
got on the computer and at the website

collegeboys4hire.com, he could find plenty of action, one or two taking the
bait, which also met his needs. "I thought maybe two hungry boys might want
to pick up some extra cash?"


Knowing Demont wanted one for himself, Trystan jokes, getting greedy, "Why
sure. While I'm porking one frat's ass, the other can come in the back door
and tongue fuck me."


The toothy smile on Trystan's face gave indication it was a joke, Demont
saying, "You better be joking!"


"Or what?" Trystan toys, knowing the one unusual thing which he found kind
of awesome.


"Or I'll whack that fanny of yours with my big hand?"


Last night it made Trystan hard and leaking. Now, just the thought of it
made his cock in his pants wiggle.


"Look!"


At the sound of Demont's voice, his eyes on the monitor, made Trystan, with
split-second diligence, press a button the remote, switching from a standard
sized monitor, to the big one in the middle.


"Shit!" Trystan exclaims.


While they were having their little chat, apparently, another man had shown
up, who it looked, had known the office worker who had met up with David
Schlesinger.


"Who is he?" Trystan asks. "More important, since we know everybody, how did
he get clearance to enter the building?"


On his laptop, Demont types furiously away. In seconds he is matching faces
with names, "First man with Schlesinger is Juan Cortez," reading down the
stats, "twenty-nine years old, has been with the `Office Cleaners' for six
years."


"Six years? It's a crappy job," Trystan remarks.


Taking on the scene, David stripped butt naked, Juan down to his briefs,
getting ready to take them off, the third man loosening his tie, after
taking off his suit jacket, Demont replies to Trystan's query, "Fringe
benefits?"


"Do you think David and Juan have met before?"


After a snide laugh, Demont replies, "Find out later after we interrogate
him!" He laughs whole-heartedly over his own joke, or maybe intended!


Demont steals the remote back, cranking up the volume.


"Oh no!"


"What?" Demont says in surprise emotion.


"I don't know Spanish!"


"No problemo! I know eight languages!"


Trystan is impressed. All along his impression of Demont has been of one
hunk of a sex machine, not to mention a diligent employer. "Eight
languages?"


"Shush-h!" Demont once again commands silence.


Not perturbed, Trystan sat there, his hand immediately going to the place
between his legs, frolicking with his wares when he sees Juan walk behind
David, "What's he gonna do?"


Seeing it commence, Demont names it, "A full nelson."


"The other guy," and because Demont didn't identify him, "who is he?"


They watch, the third man, stripped down to his waist, walk up to David and
tuck a few fingers in his gut, right above his bellyhole.


Glancing at his laptop, Demont refreshes his memory, "Al Tarulli, Juan's
superior at the cleaning company and if I'm not mistaken he's about to
sharpen up on his boxing skills, using Schlesinger's stomach for a punching
bag!"


"What?" Trystan says with exclamation. "Do you think he can take it?"


"Maybe," Demont shows no negative response, but rather casually he speaks.


"Do you think we should go there and..."


"Nah," Demont again loosely says.


Still standing, but his hands on the grips of the chair, Trystan stares at
the screen, almost afraid to blink, less he misses something. Finding
excuse, he says, "Well it's not like David is saying anything to discourage
him."


After a nasally induced giggle, Demont replies, "Of course not. Schlesinger
`wants' it."


"Ya think?"


"Yeah," Demont has now resorted to firming himself up over his emotional
attachment, "he wants it bad. I wonder how much he will take?"


No sooner had he said it, Al Tarulli draws his right elbow back and plows it
into the area of David's stomach he had just felt up.


"Shi-i-i-i-t!" Trystan exclaims, standing up so his head is at level with
the monitor. It's then he realizes, after the belch of hand to gut action,
"Damn! He's took the punch like nothing phased him!"


"Told you he wanted it, didn't I?"


"Yeah," Trystan's attention is glued to the screen, watching as the one
called `Al' is responding to Juan's lengthy sentence with a `Gracias'. "Al,
he's thanking Juan. What'd he say?"


"Juan tells Al the punch was so heavy it felt like `he' was getting punched
in the stomach too. Al took it as a compliment."


A short second away from the monitor, Trystan heard the chipping away on the
laptop, asking, "What're you doing?" He also takes note of the bulge in
Demont's pants.


"Taking some notes and adding them to my personal file on David
Schlesinger."


Whipping his head back to the screen, Trystan mentions, "You're getting off
on this, aren't you?"


He was and to make matters more intense, Demont says, "I only wish Tarulli
would speed it up!"


People say `be careful what you wish for', but for Demont his wish came
true, Al Tarulli utilizing both fists to exercise the twenty-eight year
old's gut.


"Damn!" Trystan says, after watching Juan let go of David, his legs
buckling, him falling onto his knees, cock and balls to the floor as he
kneels over, hunched, both arms crossed underneath him.


Same time, Demont slaps Trystan's hand away from his crotch, remarking, "Who
is turned on now?"


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