Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 10:33:38 -0400 From: TC McPhee <survivalgame.tcmcp@gmail.com> Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 21 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 21 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Hey, you know what?" "What?" Stefano returns to Erik. "You're little gadget is a lot of fun! Any other exciting toys in your suitcase?" There were, but in his silent, devious mind, Stefano was waiting for the right time. Being hired by Erik to interrogate Giuseppe was peanuts, compared to the amount of money being paid by an even more powerful person, remaining secreted away in Stefano's mind, to gain information from Erik. In a way, Stefano thought all this modern means of interrogation was a waste of creativity. Though, he was very interested in checking out the effects of the modern, remote nip-shockers. "I have some, why?" Playing right into Stefano's hands, Erik replies, "Oh well, this new stuff is okay, but what about some old-fashioned knuckles to the balls, or hot wax?" Out and about, swimming pool or enroute, Stefano had caught the forty-six year old businessman and immediately fell in love with the bod, as far as applying some hot sadistic measures to it. Too, catching Erik skinnydipping, Stefano envisions how hot it will be, working some good-sized buttplugs in. All these recollections began to give Stefano's hardware palpitations! He had his orders, nothing until the deal has gone down, but being oh so horny was wearing down his abilities to keep his own boss' orders in check. Another thought, if the younger Harrellsson was anything like the elder one, there would be two prizes to have fun with. He pondered, keeping the original kidnap plan within the boundaries of rational thinking, however Stefano's cock and balls were beginning to override his mind. Plus, there wasn't any more perfect timing than right now, alone in the room, one man restrained to the bed, the other in his total confidence. With precision it would be with little toil or trouble, to coerce Erik into a position, dumbfounded, his intended victim walking right into his doom. % Five minutes after locking eyes with the Paul Wagner poster hanging on the wall, Geoff was in between the sheets of the small bed chamber, at the back of his bakery. After making up for lost time, Peter giving Geoff a blowjob fit for a king, the two melded together for kissing, then back to oral ministrations, on Peter's part. This went on for about three quarters of an hour, Peter assuming a fucking position, doggie style and turning his ass over to Geoff for pleasuring. Peter's words, "You haven't lost the touch... ooooh yeah," as Geoff packed a wallop upon insertion. With unintelligible words, Geoff drilled deeper and deeper, pulling to where the brim of his cock-head could almost be seen, upon feeling, not seeing, then pound back in, slapping his balls against Peter's bod. It was all good, just like old times, but with more of a man's mature fucking abilities and in no time it was over. As per their prior experiences together, when Geoff got close, his hand would encircle Peter's thigh and find the stiff meat, taking them both into oblivion! % "Oh that was so, so good!" "Great, but you're like squashing my kidneys, Hewy!" "Oh, sorry," Hewy said, lifting his chest from Nolan's back. When Nolan stands, faces him, he asks, "How's the kidneys?" "I think I've had enough of pissing on you for one day!" "Jon around here to clean up?" "Half," Nolan says. The music room was like a public place, a jon for `him' and one for `her'. They chose `him'! "Cool!" "More like cramped!" Nolan says. Hewy jokes, "How's two guys supposed to get it on in here during intermission?" "The walls are soundproofed. They can get it on during the piano recital." "Really? How would you know?" Hewy insinuates. Trying to back out of his statement, Nolan replies, "Um, well... uh, it was in the house plans?" He said it nervously, even though no shame was intended. Yet, when the two fit in the small jon, made for one man, their naked bods didn't have the same fill up as if wearing clothes, easier to slide by each. At one point, after washing sweat and cock-juice off, they stand there, ready to depart, but lingered, facing each other and finishing off their love making session. % "Nervous?" Laurent asks James, the two deciding to head out to the pool for an early morning swim. "About what?" James thinking of the two, minutes prior, making love in the bed, forgetting about everything else in the world. "We're pulling out tomorrow, you know?" "Oh, the assignment," James called it. "I'll be glad when it's over." Laurent replies, "Me too, then we'll be heading out west to..." "Nothing's going to go wrong, is it? Tom.. I mean... He..." "Trust me," Laurent says, "you do trust me?" he slaps a hand to James' thigh. "Yeah, I do, but I still feel uneasy about all this. It's not... I'm sorry Tom got involved with all of this, but I'm not sorry I'm along to protect him." Nodding his head back and forth, Laurent had thoughts. "What?" James questions. "One in a million, a brother caring for a brother in such a strong way." "I don't think the odds are spread that wide, Laurent. There's lots of brothers who care for siblings, like I care for Tom." "I'm not so sure if I would be if my brother gave me hot nips!" He tweaks James left nip! "Stop it!" James smiles. "Y'know, you really were getting into having your nips sucked?" Joking, James says, "Okay, so you like burnt nips!" "I'd rather have burnt weenie!" Laurent laughs, a hand slipping between James' thighs. Returning to more serious matters, James again, for like the twelfth time asks, "You're sure Tom is going to be taken out, like right away?" "And you too." "But Tom first? Promise me." "It's out of my hands, James, but neither one of your will ever come under fire or be in any danger." "What about the people in the Harrellsson building? I kind of feel sorry for this Nolan guy. What a terrible thing for his own father to say about hurting him, torturing him, selling his own son into slavery." He shifts his rump, turns to Laurent, "Have you met this guy?" "Nolan Harrellsson?" "Yeah." "Nope, but I've seen his file." "What's he like?" "You already know he's twenty-five?" James replies, "I think I recall." "About five-ten, average to beefy build, dirty blond hair, green eyes, uh, what else?" "Cock size?" Laurent swats James and they both laugh it off. "Straight? Gay? Something else?" "Gay, we think." "No boyfriends or girlfriends?" Laurent thinks on it, "We don't know. It's not him we've been stalking." Crinkling half a lip, James asks, "And what did you find out, stalking Tom and me?" "First thing I noticed about you is, you had a big bulge!" % "Well, we did it!" Erik says, a proud look on his face, holding the deed to the villa he had a lawyer paid to draw up. He applies the cap to the pen, used by Giuseppe, after Stefano's last torture, a variation on the remote nip-shockers, attached to both balls, producing enough pain to make their victim break. "That we did," Stefano says, holding a rubber mallet, tapping the head of it against his other palm. "Don't you look nice," Erik replies to Stefano. About an hour prior, Stefano had found the temperature of the room warm, stripping his shirt down to his fuzzy pecs, and now faced Erik with bare pubes, "Thanks." Then, like he's coming on to Erik, "Now that we both have what we came for, we should do a little celebrating?" He drops the rubber mallet to his side. Erik fell for it, hook, line and sinker. Twenty-eight year old Stefano looked so studly, foxy, dressed in pure nothingness. Even though he hadn't blown his load, several times he had come to the edge, stroked small fingertips of cum substance from his cock, using it for lube, excess wiped on his dark-haired mat. Walking up to Stefano, Erik sets the deed to the villa on the table, a hand immediately going to Stefano's nice-sized eight inch endowment, while staring straight into his eyes. While Stefano had Erik under his spell, he made his move, prompting, "Ready to get it on?" "Oh you betcha!" Erik replies with suaveness, a huge grin showing his anticipation. Stefano got it on all right, bringing the mallet back and lifting it with quick strength, catching Erik right between the legs. "Ugh-h-h-h-h-h-oh-shit...wha..." A moment before going cross-eyed and keeling over, Erik shouts, "Stefano? I thought...." "You said you wanted some old-fashing fun..." He laughs. Wincing, Erik drops to his knees, then proceeds fall over on his side. Laughing all the more at his dirty work, Stefano ponders over his next move, tapping the flat end of the rubber mallet on his free palm. Reduced to a smile, he's made his decision. Erik finalizes his nonthinking response, still in excruciating pain, falling to a flatlining position. With labored breathing, both hands still holding the `ache' between his legs, little does Erik know, his action is acting like a beacon, a communique between his and his aggressor. True, and not waiting a second longer, not that it looked like Erik was in total recovery from the ball-bashing, Stefano, a devout wrestling fan, decides to forgo any more mallet torture. Dropping down, his butt to the floor, bod aligned to Erik's side, his elbow kinked, it provides the perfect battering ram for Erik's stomach. "Ugh-h-h-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h-h-oh-oh!" Erik whined, trying to dislodge Stefano's elbow from his abs, pain from his balls on temporary hold. "Oh, I'm only getting started with you, Erik!" He proved it, getting the upper hand, not which Erik was in any condition for rebuttal, what with not only being surprised by the rubber mallet targeting his balls, then the elbow to his gut, but duped by the totality of having `no idea' Stefano was gunning for him, it was a simple thing for his aggressor to flip him over and grind his face into the carpet. Laughing all the while, Stefano kneels between Erik's legs, pulling up on his head, utilizing his hair for a handle, then switch to cupping both hands under Erik's chin. Even though the forty-six year old was in excellent shape, it was proving painful to try to reach out and grab any part of Stefano's bod. Laughing, it made Stefano feel quite awesome, his ass almost matched with his captive's. There was a reason for Stefano stripping off his pants and briefs. So far all of this, causing Erik extreme ball and gut pain, now bending his bod back and watching Erik flail like a terrified animal, he knew it was going produce a chain reaction. Occasionally freeing up one hand, he worked that reaction, adding more pleasure to making Erik suffer. With Stefano's hand under his chin, Erik couldn't, wanting to express himself, a last ditch effort, paying a higher amount to apparently an unknown successor to his bid for control. However, it couldn't possibly be done. The only audible sounds from Erik were grunts. Finally, he could say something, Stefano loosening up his grip, allowing Erik's chin to hit the floor. Quite surprised by this maneuver, Erik at first said nothing. He should have voiced his opinion on his treatment, because in two seconds flat, Stefano had slid down his sweaty lower back, his cock-tip gliding down Erik's ass, as his tormentor grabbed up both of Erik's wrists. "Oh shit!" Erik drew opinion, knowing where this was partially headed, not to mention, his arms being drawn upwards. In plenty of pain, Erik shrieked regarding his arms being drawn upwards, but for Stefano it was mostly necessity, acting as the counterbalance of inserting his cock into Erik's ass. It was all part of the plan and working beautifully. "Get ready Erik.... things are about to get much worse!" Stefano laughs out loud. Like he thought, Stefano had everything well-planned, right down to the handcuffs he dropped on the floor at the foot of the bed. What a cinch to grab them, working them around Erik's wrists, making him immobile to thwart his ass-fucking plans. Worked like a charm, to boot, seeing Erik struggle, trying to rock his ass back forth in attempt to ward off Stefano's eight inch shaft. Erik tried everything, money, even the secured-by-torture deed to Giuseppe's villa, but nothing enticed Stefano into giving up his quest. Laughing more, Stefano replies, "I'll have more than you or Giuseppe can ever promise!" Never having the chance to say more, except protest, Erik had no choice but accept his fate, Stefano pulling his legs apart like a turkey wishbone and filling him with stuffing! % Stopping at `Graffiti' to eat lunch, Hewy and Nolan sit at the outdoor restaurant, sandwiched in between two buildings. "I always thought if I ever finished school I could have a place like this." Nolan, after sipping his cocktail, says, "Oh, you're going to cooking school?" With all the sex, they never made it to personal matters, other than Hewy knowing Nolan was the CEO of a big company. "Not quite. I started out, but switched to business management. Someday I had wanted to own a restaurant. You know it's a challenge to hire people and then see how things go, see if the people I hire turn out to be good employees, or... you know." He was a businessman himself, advised by board members on good or bad investments, on how to steer the company, but right now, captivated by Hewy's endeavors, Nolan says, "I'd like very much to have a hand in your business." "Don't you ever quit?" Hewy responds, upon intercepting Nolan's hand on his. "Quit? Oh, `quit'! I wasn't meaning the business..." Nolan looks around, then says quieter, "Not the business between your legs?" "Oh," is all Hewy said. "I meant," Nolan defines it more clearly, "if you ever find the right place to set up shop, I'd be interested in helping you financially." "Thanks," Hewy gave him a smile, "but right now I'm more concerned with finishing up business school. I might have to take some time off, work and then go back." Adamantly, Nolan replies, "What, and put yourself years behind the competition. Oh no. You're going back to school in the fall and that's that!" Sitting up, Hewy says, "I like what we did last night, but I'm not..." Seeing where Hewy was going with this, of course the twenty year old having his pride, Nolan steps up the offer, "Of course we can make arrangements, after you open your business, a repayment schedule." He read Hewy right, Hewy changing his whole demeanor, saying, "Sounds fair." "I'm a fair man. I don't play around behind people's backs like somebody I know!" % The person Nolan talked about right now was experiencing the adage, `what goes around, comes around', Stefano deeply set into Erik's ass and riding him like a bull in a rodeo. Quite the ride Stefano was getting, bucking in and out of an ass which has never experienced `getting the shaft'. As for Erik, was it not only humiliating, but the pain was driving him delirious. Whatever he called out, he didn't receive an answer for, except laughs and sighs of `loving to fill up a hot ass.' He hadn't meant to, but all that rubbing on the floor, as well as Stefano's shaft stimulating his gland, he couldn't stop the blood flow even if he wanted to. This went on for quite the duration of an hour and towards the end, Stefano became quite rough, grabbing Erik's hair, telling him almost play by play about how he was ready to come and when he did, he was going to fill Erik up till the cum couldn't be contained. Other things Stefano threw in for the hell of it, something about their evenings spent in the dungeon! % "Move!" Demont had come for the first time, up Al Tarulli's ass, slapping him with his big hand on the butt. It sent Al flying to the side, but Demont wasn't quite finished yet, grabbing Al, forcing him to his knees and yelling out, "Open up bitch!" "I don't suck cock!" Pulling Al from his knees by the hair of his head, he was about to receive the same treatment he gave David Schlesinger. "I didn't ask you bitch!" Demont's fist plunged into Al's stomach, doubling him over in a second. It automatically sent him to his knees. Demont, pulling Al's head up, shouted, "I ain't asking you, bitch - I'm telling you!" Meanwhile, Juan on his knees, facing everything, Trystan, a spectator `behind' him, the Latino says, "Oh man that's fuckin' hot!" "You like it rough, do you?" Trystan says, the thought only making him more horny, as he plow Juan's ass. Right out of Juan's mouth, Trystan learns, "I'm into anything, but scat." Trystan stopped dead from his in and out action, thinking about it a second. `Scat', he thought. He remembers an uncle, a singer, singing some syllables, his uncle calling it `scat'. `Weird' he thought, "Uh, sure Juan. Whatever." It threw him off, but with the wet feeling on his cock, Trystan was back in the swing of things. As for David Schlesinger, he was more or less out of the circle. The gut-bashing had wore him down some, though at the same time, a big turn on for him, especially when Juan held him in the full nelson, while Al punched him in the stomach, it was awesomely intense. Fucked up the ass while over the sink, he knew he was victim to being pierced farther than any guy has ever gone. He didn't know if Demont had figured it this way, or even knew of Al coming, but as he hung onto the sink, he could feel the juice's back-flow and soon, he knew it was cum making his feet slick on the floor. Too, he was losing energy fast and soon slipped to a fetal position. From there, he tried to crawl to the garbage can to help himself, but he downright passed out from exhaustion, front to the floor. % "Oh man!" Geoff turns over on his back, rubbing his forehead, like he's trying to summon up a crystal ball. Following suit, Peter turns, moving his sweaty bod so it parallels Geoff, "Maybe I should have never have come back." "No, it's not you. It's me," Geoff replies. "Huh?" Peter replies. "I loved you then, you know?" Geoff turned his head as if expecting a reply. "Yeah?" Turning to face Peter, he says, "I never stopped loving you," he kisses Peter on the lips. "To answer your question..." "What question?" "Did I love Jake della Rosa, the answer is `no'. If I'd listened to you, I would never have followed him off to Europe, but unfortunately..." Geoff steals the conversation, "You were like me, young, ambitious, wanting to have a career. Only we chose different ways of getting it." "Yeah and look at you, you have a college degree, a successful business and me... How did I think I was going to make it in the world, living off of some guy's rich coattails and a high school education?" Planing his hand down Peter's arm, the light brown hair of his forearm, Geoff says, "You're never too old to go back." "I will be by the time I earn enough money to get back on my feet. College? I'll be thirty, going to school with teenagers and twenty year olds!" "Not if you..." Something stopped Geoff in his thoughts. Nolan had mentioned to him about a work-study program, newly inaugurated program, high school or college-aged students, working summer hours to pay for fall tuition. Placing his personal feelings aside, he filled Peter in on the details, not mentioning anything but Nolan's name and rank. "Wow! You know a CEO?" It was a good lead in, still Geoff not revealing too much, "I've dated him." Though, he felt guilty, not mentioning the immediate relationship. "So he's okay with gays working for his company, I mean him being one!" Peter giggled. Suddenly, Geoff was uneasy. Terribly so, like indigestion which would not go away, he tumbled out of the twin size bed, stood and then went for his clothes, saying, "I better get back to the business." Peter, who in their previous romantic affair, could tell whatever ticked in Geoff's mind, "You're not telling me something, he stood behind Geoff, shirt on, and into the buttoning. Reaching around Geoff, taking over for him, Geoff acknowledges, "The `CEO', Nolan, he and I have become more involved than a one night stand." Casually, buttoning Geoff's chest up, Peter retorts, "So what you're telling me is you're still going with him." Feeling it backfiring in his face, Peter asking if he loved Nolan, Geoff tells, "`Love'? I'm not sure. `Love' like I loved you..." he couldn't follow through. Turning Geoff around, Peter says, "Look, I didn't come back to bust you up, if you had something going with a guy, but I figured if you didn't... Maybe it's a better idea if I just get outta here." Peter goes for his own clothes, first stepping into his briefs, which were still aligned with his pants legs, so did both at once. "No. I want you to stay as long as you need. Besides, where else are you going to go? I still care what happens to you, Peter." Breaking down the facade of toughness, Peter replies, "I don't have anyone but you, Geoff." Bringing up old memories, Geoff asks, "You and your family never reconnected?" Being facetious, Peter jokes, "Diehard gay fans!" Geoff assumes, "Never came around to realize it didn't matter if their son were gay or not?" "Like I said Geoff, you're the only person who ever cared about me and look what I did to you?" Getting cuddly, running his hands down the outside of Peter's arms, Geoff says, "Maybe your family is not the forgiving kind, but I can be." Making sure, "Stay?" He finished dressing, saying, "For now, but remember, I'm not here to..." "Yeah, yeah," Geoff replies, shooing away the thoughts, "Where's my pants?" Walking out into the bakery, Geoff turns Peter over to Janos, "Ready to earn your room and board?" Peter acknowledges and as Geoff turns towards the door, he's confronted with, "Hey!" After Hewy greets him, Nolan says, "We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd stop in." For quite a spell Geoff was speechless, except for a quaint, "Hi." Nolan thought, "Working hard this morning, are you?" Hewy jokes, "Either that or you need a haircut bad!" Realizing he didn't comb his hair after the romp in the sheets with Peter, Geoff covers for himself, "Uh yeah," he planes his fingers through his hair, "work. That's it. Gets me messed up all the time." Hewy, helping himself to the free samples, asks, "Hey, who's the new guy?" Geoff introduces `the new guy' to Nolan and Hewy, all the time feeling under pressure to tell the truth. When a lull occurs, Janos getting back to the counter, Peter doing as Janos instructed to scrub down used trays, Geoff says, "Nolan, we've got to talk." "Me too?" Hewy asks, thinking it a `threeway' conversation. "No," Geoff replies bluntly, ushering Nolan and their coffee outside. Slowly feeding himself from the basket of quartered raisin cookies, Hewy tries to decipher the conversation seen through the window. "Hmm," he draws analysis, nothing hyperactive going on. Walking over to him, drying a tray, Peter asks, "What do you think they're talking about?" "I don't know," Hewy replies. Less than four minutes later, Geoff comes in, Nolan calling from the door, "C'mon Hewy. We're going!" "What's up?" Hewy asks Geoff, passing by him with a slim margin. "Nothing. Nothing at all." Outdoors, Hewy is badgering for reason, "What's up? What did you say to tick Geoff off?" "Me tick Geoff off?" Nolan replies. "Oh," Hewy subtly says, "it was the other way around?" "Complicated. I mean. I just need to relax." Hewy jokes, "The `Bear & Grill' is right around the corner?" "Just what I need!" Nolan replies. It was early afternoon, the bar open, but downstairs off limits until after 8pm. So, they did the next to best thing, had drinks. When Nolan asks, Hewy what'll he have, he says, "I can't afford it." Nolan goes ahead and tells the bartender, "Two margaritas!" "Really? I've never had a margarita. What's in it?" "You're kidding?" Nolan interrogates, "You never had a margarita?" Even the bartender, a gruffy looking son-of-a-gun bear, asks, "You never had a margarita?" He laughs his ass off as he starts making them. Hewy, hand on hip, says with attitude, "Somebody going to fucking tell me what's in it?" A guy, looking to be early thirties, turns to Hewy and says, "Oh man! You're so fuckin' hot! You know they got a dungeon downstairs, if you're into that kind of stuff?" "Oh my god!" Nolan exclaims, "Anybody ever tell you, you're the spittin' image of Levi Poulter?" Smiling, bashfully, the stranger responds, "Yeah, I get that a lot." Hewy steals the questioning, "A tall, I take it muscular, guy like you, wanting to be dominated by a little guy like me?" "Muscles?" the dude laughs and lifts his own shirt, apparently proud of his sixpack and tight pecs, then answers, "yup. Sure do love these abs punished by a hot man!" Gulping, not sipping his margarita, Nolan says, "Me too. I want my abs punished too!" Reaching over, the stranger lifts Nolan's tee shirt, asking, "Are you sure about that?" He laughs his ass off. Lifting Hewy's margarita to his lips, Nolan says, "I can take anything you can take!" Hewy butts in, "Only problem being, the dungeon's closed." The bartender leans in to their conversation and says, "For `those abs', I'd be willing to make an exception!" It wasn't Hewy, nor Nolan's abs he set his eyes on! Unlocking the door to the dungeon, Hewy and Nolan find out the name of their strange acquaintance, a Bart Del Forte, but in fact he was an `official' bodybuilder, having taken first place in the Austrailia Pro Grand Prix and right now, at age thirty-two, was `in-between jobs'. Hewy figured, him being six feet tall, Bart was a couple of inches taller, but could not even assume a weight, due to the wide shoulders and other factors, but over all, was ready to droll over his over stunning attributes. Upon entering the lower chamber, the bartender, Joe, flicks the light switch, turns with the door knob in his hand, saying, "Wish I could stay... play nice!" After Joe leaves, Nolan asks a stoopid question, "You want our clothes off?" Looking at Nolan, Bart says, "I certainly hope so!" Hewy, working at the same pace as Nolan, stripping off his tee shirt, had his eyes on Bart. In turn, Bart's eyes were glued to Nolan. Hewy hints, with authority, "You want to hurry it up Bart?" "Yeah, sure," he responds, stripping his unbuttoned shirt, revealing the massive wide-shouldered chest, tight sixpack and other features. Still glancing to Nolan, as if `he' were the `top', Bart says, "You can do other stuff to me. I'm not just into gut punching." Catching him by surprise, because he had finished stripping off his briefs before Nolan, Hewy slaps his hand against Bart's stomach, calling attention, "Oh you better believe I'm going to do `much' more than turn these abs to mush!" Talking about his bod, something he was mighty proud of, coupled with the vanity of someone wanting to tear apart what has been built up, Bart replies, "Feel free to..." suddenly peering down, "hell yeah! Feel free to use `that'," he points to Hewy's pubes, "on me, as much as possible!" Because he heard one of the master-dudes at the `Bear Lair' use the phrase, Nolan says, "You have to earn that!" Getting the notion Nolan is on the same side of the fence as Hewy, "Cool! If you want to, you can both work me over... Double fuck me? No problem with the pain!" Because it's how Geoff primarily `used' Nolan in this very same dungeon, Hewy says, "I might have Nolan join me, if you live up to how much punishment you say you can take?" So that's how it went, Hewy first admitting he never did any formal gut-punching, Bart offering, "You can hang me by my arms, or eagle-spread, which will really open my abs for a good workover." Nodding to Nolan, "And while Hewy is gutpunching my abs, you can work my back with a flogger or strap?" `Asking' was like `telling' and as for Nolan, any other guy it might turn him off, but right now, the ripped manner in which Bart was built up, plus the attitude, offering the `be stripped of his the building', Nolan strangely felt the urge to help dismantle the building blocks, "I might, if it turns me on." Hewy wasn't sure he could pull it off, but got as far as putting cuffs on Bart's wrists and ankles, drawing them out to four points, locking in the chains, which put his bod in a taut positioning. He exhaled, blowing the fluff of the bangs covering his forehead, thinking Hewy thinking he had actually pulled off his first coupling of victim to bondage apparatus. Coaxing him on, when Hewy threw his first punch, Bart laughs, saying, "Oh, that tickled!" However he wasn't laughing when Nolan, not sure how to gauge how hard to throw the strap against Bart's back, got quite a different reaction. "Ak-kk-k-oh-h-fuckin' shit!" Rather than apologize, offer condolences for his act, Nolan surprised not only Hewy, but even himself, saying, "That all you can take?" "Of course not!" Bart replies. Of course, he felt that first blow of the strap on his back and if he could twist his head around and look, he would have seen the red welt forming quite vividly. Nevertheless, picturing in his mind, Nolan's hand delivering the stinging lash, it made his loins tingle. He dwell on it quite a bit, until he felt something like a battering ram take on his stomach, "Omphff!" Making his bod swing, he realizes the difference between the first and second punch. Hewy stood there, looking, watching. Chained eagle-spread, he knew there was no way Bart could come after him, but still he was concerned. "Oh man! That was so fuckin' hot!" "My hand kind of hurt, so I used this!" Nolan came around front, looking a the object in Hewy's hand, saying, "I think Geoff said that's used to shove up a guy's ass!" It resembled a buttplug, but something beyond XL, the other end of the blunt side fitting Hewy's hand perfectly, more or less hinting, "I thought it was good?" Almost salivating as he said it, Bart gives permission, "Give me twenty-five or thirty, one after the other. Don't stop!" Perhaps a little disgusted over his conversation with Geoff, not that Nolan should feel this way, since he had such a cool time with Hewy this morning, he lays on Bart, "Matched by my belt on your back?" "Um," Bart licked his dry lips, not sure about his back getting filleted, more feeling between his legs making decision, "Uh, sure." The first couple of whiplashes, matched by Hewy sinking the wooden `baton' into his stomach, Bart found excruciating, his shouts of pain showing it. For Nolan, he thought of it as `acting', on Bart's part, though for himself, he thought the resulting welt's too red, so tamed the strap. To Hewy, it seemed like Bart kept wanting more. Also, the manner in which Bart flexed his muscled abs, was an invitation to deliver the blunt object. Oncoming, Bart could see in front of him and was not only drawn in by the tip of the wood, much like the baseball bat his kid-brother used to use on him, but his kid brother hadn't the looks Hewy's whole physique was composed of. Part of his abs and back punishment was looking forward to `the reward', the scene, Hewy's cock flopping around as he moved in to punch and the retreat, the dangling balls as well, it was enough to make a man lose focus. "I think that's good." After twenty-two bats to Bart's belly, Hewy deemed it enough, Nolan asking, "That's twenty-five already?" "I... I can take.... more," Bart said in between breaths. "I can't tell," Nolan confesses, rubbing his hand over Bart's pink back, "I never whipped a guy before." "No?" Bart manages to say over his right shoulder. "You done good." "Thanks," Nolan replies, hanging on Bart's bicep, like monkey bars on the playground, rounding to the front of Bart's bod, though not sure to take it as a compliment. "His stomach's all pink." "I can see that," Nolan too assesses. "You can fuck me if you want?" Asking was like throwing a strong suggestion. As for Nolan, he says, "Nah. You two go on have fun." "Where are you going?" Hewy asks, a hand to the side of Nolan's rib cage. "For a walk," Nolan replies, picking up his pants. Suddenly they are interrupted by Joe, "Hey, I got a break, Jack minding the bar, if you need any `help' breaking this boy?" >From their perspective, Hewy and Nolan standing there, they were both ready to forfeit the afternoon of entertainment, watching Bart, looking to Joe's hand, rubbing his junk through his pants. "How many you give him?" Joe asks. Nolan asks, "Lashes with the strap or gutpunches?" Hewy responds, "I was going to give him twenty-five, but..." "Twenty-five?" Joe questions in his rough, manly voice. "Twenty-five is kid's stuff. You'll take a hundred now," he punches his left palm with is right fist, "and when I've done with my shift I'll be back to whip those hot pecs of yours boy!" Nolan and Hewy waited for Bart's reply, except it being interrupted by Joe, reaching out and groping Bart's balls, giving them a hefty twist. Amid the screaming pain, the two lost their horrific assumptions, Bart yelling, "Hell yeah!" Upon leaving, they hear Joe say, "Yeah, you and me gonna get along fine, boy!" % Ready to leave their room, who should show up, but Tom and Tony. "What's up?" Laurent asks. He watches, Tom push with his hand on James' chest saying as they reenter the room, "Tony wants to watch me fuck you!" Pressing hard, whether Tom tripped over James when he fell backwards onto the bed, was immaterial, James reacting, "You've been drinking?" Tom laughs, saying, "We only had three," turning from lying on James' chest, "or was it four, Tony?" "Four, I think?" Tony replied, trying to recount on fingers he could hardly see. "No matter," Tom says, casually adding, "I told Tony and he said he wanted to watch me fuck you!" Not knowing what to say, James lay there with his mouth wide open, aghast at such a suggestion. "Enough of this nonsense!" Laurent says, walking over to the bed, bending over and circling Tom with his arms, makes him his prisoner, pulling him off of his brother. "Hey! Lemme the fuck go!" Tom shouts. Laurent's grip was too massive for Tom, but when Tony gets in the act, it leaves James on the offensive. "What're we gonna do with them?" James asks, the two squiggling wildly, trying to get out of their bound position. "The closet!" They put them in, Laurent putting his shoulder to the door. James jokes, "I guess they never got around to putting locks on the doors. Now what are we gonna do?" With Tom and Tony banging from the the inside, Laurent suddenly pulls the door open. The two fall out, on top of each other. Swiftly, Laurent's senses kick in. Stealing a necktie from a rack, he goes after Tom, pulling his wrists behind him. "Oh! Excellent idea!" James says, grabbing a lovely, pink paisley tie and doing some bondage on Tony. Four drinks apiece in them, they were lively, but at this moment not too swift in their thinking. "Next?" James asks, standing, watching Tony squirm around. Tom on the other hand, had flipped over and threatens, "I'm gonna fuck both of you up when I get outta this!" "Mm-m-m-m, promise?" Laurent says jovially, rubbing his hands together. "Next?" James reiterates. "Well we can't leave them here to blabber!" Whipping another tie off the rack, basic black, Laurent gags Tom. Copycatting Laurent, James gags Tony with a light blue with little green circles, commenting, "Ugh! I wouldn't wear this to my funeral!" Watching Laurent's next move, James ties another around Tony's ankles. Standing, the two assess their handiwork, Laurent saying, "Nice job." "Y'know," James says, standing there, his right elbow situated in his left palm, hand rubbing his five o'clock shadow that's been going on for three days now, "I once saw something online I've been dying to try!" Laurent, seeing James not wait for his approval, switched off, taking a tie and following James' hints, made a noose, slipping it over Tony's balls. Tom screamed through his ball gag when James pulled it tight. "Oops!" James says, "I think I made a boo-boo!" "Too late now," Laurent replies, and with inside information, "but I can venture to guess Tony is loving it, next?" "I can't remember whether the other end was tied to ankles or wrists, but it ran back up through his ass crack." "Wrists I would say," Laurent grabs the other end of the necktie, stretching Tom's balls through his ass crack and winding it around Tom's tied wrists. "Nah, forget it," James gives up. "What? I thought..." "Nah," James confesses, "When Tom gets loose, I wouldn't put it past him if he hauled off and punched you in the balls!" Laurent laughs, thinking the opposite, "You'll get punched in the balls if you dare take Tony's balls out of traction!" >From the thrashing around, Tom and Tony had very much worn themselves out. "Shall we put them to bed?" Being lenient, because they were nodding off already, as they placed the two under the sheet, Laurent and James at least removed the gags, leaving the neckties around their necks. The other bonds, they left as is. "Goodnight boys!" Laurent says, him and James tiptoeing out for an early evening swim. % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.