Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2011 20:07:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: CoMPany payLoaD 07

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.

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CoMPany payLoaD 07
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Nice enough place," Nolan thought, strolling into the bar. His real
thoughts were, `kind of a dumpy atmosphere', rundown and not exactly the
clientele he fratted with during the course of business. He knew he was out
of place, all dudded up in his spiffy tie and suit attire, while patrons
more dressed in their street clothes, or worse!

Leading the way, Hector cut right through the crowd to the bar, most
greeting him.

Nolan felt like a stranger.

Finally making his way to the bar, a rough looking character divides the
crowd until the mahogany wood of the counter can be seen, "Hey Hector!" he
greets him with a hug.

Over Hector's shoulders, where the dude was supposed to be greeting his
bud, Nolan sensed his actions were more to get a look at him, assess the
bod, since he was well hidden by his employee.

"The `suit' with you?" He asks.

Nolan had a grip on it, noticing Hector's personality seem to change,
possibly brought on by the atmosphere of the joint.

"Yup," he replied with a swagger, stealing some his buds ale, "meet my
`boy' for the evening, uh," he thought on it a second, replying, "Jason
Black."

`Jason? Black?' Nolan exclaimed in silence, saying the words with more
emphasis than needed. However, when Hector's friend turned to him, he
switched his perplexity to a quaint smile, then stood there thirsty, taking
in the conversation.

The norm when Hector accompanied a guy into `The Chasm', this particular
friend had a habit to reach out and, "What's he packin'?"

"Ex-`cuse' me?" Nolan forcefully grabbed the man's hand as he lightly
groped at his zipper.

"What the fuck is this?" he turns to Hector.

Dropping his arm, Nolan now stood there like a private at ease, his hands,
instead of behind his back, in front of his back, guarding his
valuables. His face was blank while he allowed Hector to cover for him.

"You'll have to pardon Jason here, Skip, he's new to all this."

Cracking half a smile, `Jason' figured this was as close as he was going to
get to a formal introduction of Skip. Too, not knowing much about the gay
bar, nor the guys who frequented it, he says, "Skip, didn't your momma ever
tell you, you should keep your hands to yourself?"

It infuriated Skip in a nice way, him voicing his opinion, not to Nolan,
but Hector, "You takin' him downstairs to play?" `Now' he gave Nolan the
once over again, to indicate he was singling out Hector's friend.

Replying, Hector says, "Of course. That's why we're here." Not meant to
betray Nolan, he says, "Jason is here for his first dungeon experience."

Searching for more details, some perhaps which would be in his favor, he
pushed for more info, "Oh? What did you have in mind?" No one could tell
Skip's balls churned with desire.

"Since it's `Jason's' first time, I'm starting out light, probably fasten
him to frame and then I'll decide how to deal with him when the time
comes."

Oh did Skip love that answer. Now that he knew `Jason' was here as a
submissive bottom, sometime during the night he would leave his subject of
torment and visit Hector at his cubicle, which amounted to a bondage table
separating the different areas of sadistic and masochistic pleasures.

"Who are you with?" Hector asks.

With disappointment, Skip replies, "I don't rightly know. Demont says he's
bringing two boys here and..."

"Demont?" Nolan makes the connection. "He comes here?"

Skip's face lit up. Anyone who knew Demont, was into some rough play, him
saying, "Like it rough do ya?"

Hector didn't get a chance to say, Nolan either, Demont making his
appearance.

Nolan did say, "Daymn, that's not who I think it is?"

Skip had different words, "Oh fuckin' shit!"

Demont pushed his way through the crowd. Anyone would wonder what people
thought in the street, Demont tugging along two men, stripped down to a
skinny g-string, collared at the neck, a doggie chain attached to a sturdy
ring, bound to the leather. Hands cuffed behind their backs with leather
`cufflinks', they could neither move, except to walk, and were bound
speechless. Nearing the bar with the two leashes in his hand, Demont says,
"Oh hi there Nolan, Hector," then without further ado, "Take your pick
Skip."

Aaron more gave in than Corin, who pulled and taunted at his bindings,
obviously disagreeing with his treatment.

However this acted against him, Skip grabbing the chain attached to his
collar, "Oh fuck how I'm in the mood tonight to break a hot sub!"

From there on, Corin had no choice other than following or be strangled to
death, pulled towards a side door.

Nolan says, "I have a feeling Corin is going to have more than a headache
in the morning!" He wasn't concerned. If Hector used `safewords', then
everybody did. Nolan did a quick gaze to where Corin suddenly disappeared,
in tow, thinking, `Yikes! What if he doesn't?'

Demont, speaking for both of Harrellsson's employees, "Don't expect either
one at work tomorrow!"

He didn't say much else, hauling Aaron towards the same door Skip went
through. Contrary to Corin, once Aaron picked up on the rhythm of Demont's
steps, he followed without resistance.

"A short cry from Aaron's attitude he showed this morning with Doug," Nolan
says of it.

"You ready?" Hector slams Skip's empty mug on the bar counter.

"No," Nolan replies.

"You're not wimping out on me are you?"

Nolan says, "If I have a choice, `yes'!"

Smirking at him, Hector replies, "You're disappointing me Jason."

"Yeah and what's this `Jason' stuff?"

"Code," Hector replies, "for when one of the guys meets you on the
street. Of course you will act like you don't know the guy and whomever you
are with, will think it's a misunderstanding. Unless you would rather have
some guy like Skip walk up to and say, `I had a great time with you in the
dungeon last night!' Of course he won't know your real name, because I used
a fake one!"

Thinking he had it all in the bag, Nolan informs him, "Only one
problem. Demont called me `Nolan' and I doubt a smart bunny like Skip
didn't pick up on it?"

"Oh," is all Hector said, then made excuse for himself, "well just pretend
you don't know him!"

Grabbing Nolan's suit jacket sleeve, he started moving to the door to
another world.

At first Nolan hesitated. Then it became a tug of war, but slowly he gave
in, his curiosity lending to his decision to move on.

The dungeon wasn't right behind the door, rather a room for collecting
clothing.

"Leave everything here."

Nolan asks, "Is it safe?" concerned with leaving his wallet, cell and his
five hundred dollar suit.

"Here's your number," Hector gave him a stub. Then, to get Nolan into the
groove, "and strip!"

"Getting a little persnickety are we?"

"Whatever that means," Hector replies, "Yes!"

He stood there a minute, with the clerk waiting as much as Hector. Though
Hector had begun right away, like it was nothing at all, to get out of his
street clothes.

"Well boy?"

Nolan smiled. `Boy', he thought. He knew the correct response, Hector
having clued him into fantasy scene in a sketchy detail, "Yes, sir!" He
saluted.

"First time?" the desk clerk asks, rolling his eyes, obviously!

"Yep!" Nolan lightened up to the situation, perhaps mind and crotch driving
him on, Nolan shucked the jacket, took the lasso from around the collar and
started to unbutton his dress shirt.

Hector tells Nolan, "This is Louis. If he likes you he will accept a fuck
in lieu of a monetary tip."

He thought Louis looked decent, but he didn't turn Nolan on, but he was
cordial, "Oh really?" Deep down inside he wasn't churning up any cream, not
for the clerk in his late thirties, but rather the anticipation of the
experience which lay ahead.

When Nolan got down to the nitty gritty, peeling his BOSS briefs from his
loins, Louis had already made up his mind, "You can forget the money!" He
laughed, "Tee-hee-hee-hee."

However Nolan had already made up his mind, of course based on the outcome
of his evening, he was leaving loose bills.

Before they departed the `changing room', stuffing both their articles of
clothing in a rectangular bin, Hector asks, "Louis, you have a large on
hand?"

`Large?' Nolan questioned, but only for his own benefit, because he knew it
would be forthcoming, whatever `it' was!

"Depends on what you're looking for?"

"The usual," Hector replied, but then looking to Nolan, "except a holder
for a flogger?"

Nolan asks, demonstrating with one hand, "Is that one of those whippy
thingees?"

Answering his way, Hector says, "You're gonna love it when I give you a
good back massage!"

Not sure of this development, Nolan lost a few breaths as Hector and Louis
laughed it off!

Reaching behind him, he put his hand on the knob, still timing a getaway,
giving it a turn. Instead of him opening it, some other partiers entered,
which pushed Nolan away from the door. Forgetting the whippy thing for a
minute, he gazed on the `master' and his bounty. Immediately his eyes shot
down to the unusual apparatus attached to the guy's cock, metal with little
opening. He happened to say, "Um, what happens if he has to take a leak?"

Bound in chains, much like Aaron and Corin, the sub-dude didn't look up and
neither did the dominant character pay attention to Nolan, turning to
Hector for light chat.

He clears his throat and in a more elevated tone, "Excuse me there, I guess
you didn't hear me but..."

"This your fuckin' rude boy?" he gruffly addressed, not Nolan, but Hector.

"I apologize for his conduct Georg," pronouced `gay-org', "This is his
first night," Hector humbly says.

Looking Nolan up and down like he's a piece of shit, Georg responds, "Hmm,
well just make sure he's properly disciplined."

With that, Georg hauled his `property' away.

"Properly disciplined?" Nolan questioned, "Like how does that go?"

"Well since you went and opened your big, fat mouth, no less in the manner
in which you did, to one of the, if not most popular masters of the
dungeon," spoken illustriously, "you've left me no choice other than carry
out the sentence."

"Sentence?" Nolan replies. "You make it sound like a prison!"

"It's corporal punishment," Hector replies as he pulls his chaps up and
adjusts the codpiece. Seeing the look of horror on Nolan's face, he assures
him, "Don't worry. I'll go lightly on you, being your first time. I'll cut
your punishment down to fifty lashes."

As they started through another door, Nolan mouths silently, `Fifty
lashes?', then says, "Not with the whippy thing?"

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"I like this place," Doug says of the five star establishment.

Denis replies, "Adam and I come here all the time."

Doug wondered account of, as they were led to their table, Adam was greeted
by no less than five people.

"Got one question," Doug asks, again pressing his glasses up on his nose.

"Shoot," Adam replies.

"How come they don't have any prices on the menu? The food's not free, is
it?"

Denis let his brother handle all the details, "Don't worry about the
prices, Doug. Look through the menu and pick out whatever you would like to
have."

Pawing through the multi-paged menu, he asks, "Where's the burger and fries
section?"

Adam looked to his brother for guidance and Denis, like Doug, eighteen, pit
friend against brother, replying, "I love french fries too, with a lot of
ketchup?"

Smirking, Adam replies, "If I'd known, I would have taken you two to the
burger farm down the street!"

The two teens, smiling, wondered what course Adam was going to take, the
waiter standing right at Denis' brother's side.

He saw the black regulation pants at his side, but when Adam traveled up
the length of the waiter's outfit, he suddenly forgot about the burger,
fries and condiment, "Mathius van Helder! Where in the hell have you been?"
Quickly shutting up, Adam mouthed a few sorries here and there among the
crowded tables, in apology for raising his voice, profanity attached. "So?"
he returned to the waiter.

"Are you going to just there or welcome me back?"

Shamed for the second time, a move on his part, Adam stood, the two
caressing for a short, friendly embrace. Whispering in Mathius' ear, he
asks, "So where have you been?"

"Missed me?" Then Mathius, seeing Adam grow impatient, "I had to take a
little trip back to Germany. My father... he passed away a month ago, you
know?"

"I remember," Adam replied.

How could he not, taking Mathius into his home, his bed, in consolation,
before he took off for the homeland.

"I had to travel back for the will, for the dividing up of his estate."

Denis and Adam sat there patiently, but their stomachs were getting
`burger-hungry' by the second!

"Not to be nosy, but how did you make out?" Adam says.

"Busy?" the head waiter came over, not really curious, but a hint for
Mathius to `get busy'.

"Uh sure," Mathius replied. Lying, he told the man, closest thing to his
boss, because he knew Montgomery could be a real pain in the ass if you
rubbed him the wrong way. Often, even though he minded his P's & Q's,
Mathius envisioned `rubbing' Montgomery `the wrong way', but pictured how
awesome it would to pry open his ass cheeks! "I'm waiting for an order from
the boys."

Doug smiled. Mathius couldn't be much older then they, probably very close
to Adam, being early twenty-something. Taking the upper command, he says,
"I'll have the," his finger follows a French grouping of words, "Lasagna! I
know that word and I didn't even know it was French!"

For his the benefit of Montgomery, standing right there next to him, he
puts on his finest, polished French and repeats, "The Lasagne Maison Cuite
au Four? Master Denis?"

Denis always thought it funny, when he and Adam came here years ago, when
he was in his tweens and Mathius called him `master'. Now it was the norm,
him replying, "The same!" He slammed the booklet shut with a little clap.

Mathius skips to Adam, "This brings us to you, sir?"

Even today, the calling was as fresh as it were yesterday, Adam smiling at
Mathius calling him `sir', because when they slept together, which was as
often as once, twice or three times a month, it was Mathius who was the
dominant one in bed! "I think I will settle for the lamb."

"The Cotes d'Agneau grillees aux herbes de Provence," Adam replies.

"Got it!" Mathius scribbles it down with his left hand.

At this point, Montgomery tired of standing there, huffing as he took his
leave, seeing nothing worth reporting back to the upper management.

"What a pest!" Doug says.

Speaking `normal' now, without the pompous attitude, Mathius says,
"Montgomery better watch it. You never know when the tables could be
turned!"

Adam could sense something there, but didn't pursue, but rather pay
attention to Denis and their guest.

Before leaving, Mathius asks, "Wine to go with the dinner?"

"We'll leave that up to your good judgement," Adam says.

"Very good!" Mathius replies, collecting menus and speeding away.

"Are we having wine too?" Doug asks.

"You're eighteen right, or have am I mistaken about your age?" Adam
replies.

"No... I mean I'm eighteen all right. I've just never had wine... I mean
regularly. You?" he directs at Denis.

Both brothers knew how alcohol played a part in Denis' misfortune, so Adam
let his bro off the hook, "In moderation. We're not drunkards."

From a distance, "I thought that was you, Adam!"

Adam first rolled his eyes as he got up to accept a hug from one of his
late father's business associates, breaking into a smile. Just the same, he
greeted, "Hi Mr. Waverly. How's it going?"

"Who's he, Denis?" Doug asks in almost a whisper.

"One of my father's big shot friends. Not such a big shot after Adam and
I... I'll tell you later."

Having to sit there till the `chub' finished `telling his life story' to
Adam, Doug yawned.

Mathius appeared, putting a faux display, "Mr. Waverly! I didn't see you
being seated. How are you this evening?"

Like he did with Adam, Waverly plagued Mathius with kindness, till the
waiter announces, "It is so good to see you Mr. Waverly, but I have their
first course coming up?"

"Oh sure. Catch you another time," and again they had to hear Waverly
bubble over with chipper, nice comments.

They all chuckled when Mathius said, so only they could hear, "Bitch!"

Doug didn't exactly get it, but laughed along.

"Now Mathius," Adam says, "Waverly is just being friendly."

"Yeah," Mathius replies, as he pours Adam a glass of wine, a tiny taste, "a
friendly `bitch'!"

They didn't howl with laughter this time, Doug asking Denis, "What did he
mean by bitch?"

This made Denis chuckle.

Contrary, it was more than Adam's reaction to the chosen wine which had the
two exchanging glances!

"Tell ya later," Denis replies.

"You sure do have a lot of secrets to tell me!"

Adam could hold his liquor.

Denis took, in all, two sips, then changed over to water.

However, not being used to it, the first glass made Doug feel a little
tipsy and when Mathius came back to refill, Adam held his hand over the top
of Doug's glass, saying "He's had enough."

"How about a seltzer?"

While Adam downed more than half the bottle, Doug and Denis got `drunk' on
seltzer, loving the tiny-bubbly taste.

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Descending the stairway, wooden and in some places creaky, over the squeaks
of his bare feet, Nolan heard some awfully painful sounds, responding,
"Shit! I think I change my mind!"

Hector reached right around Nolan, as he made his getaway upstairs,
grabbing his cock, using it as a deterrent to stifle him in his tracks.

"Hector?"

In a whisper, Hector replies, "Remember, it's `Master Hector'."

Then, being sarcastic and speaking rather fast, "`Master Hector, I think
I've changed my mind!"

Nolan turned, but spun right back towards Hector, almost losing his balance
on the stairs, because Hector still had his hold on his lower anatomical
handle.

"Nonsense `Jason'. I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to
you. Suddenly you're not trusting me?" Meant to make Nolan feel bad, he
adds, "You don't know how it makes me feel to think you don't trust me,
plus you know the fool you're going to make out me when I don't show up
bringing the hot guy I told everybody I was bringing to the dungeon party?"

"Hot guy?" It immediately went to Nolan's head. Then with dismay, "Who did
you tell?"

"Don't worry. Nobody at the office. I meant my dungeon friends?"

"Okay." A short thought on the matter, Nolan says, "But Hector?"

"What?"

He was about to question the trust thing, but didn't want to beat an old
subject to death, plus add to Hector's embarrassment, so changed subjects,
"You don't have to call me Jason."

"Okay. You're call amigo."

"And Hector?"

"What?"

"Is it totally `necessary' you have to have your hand on my dick?"

By the time they reached the bottom landing, Hector had Nolan convinced, it
would show sign of authority and ownership, if Hector led Nolan in, having
a `handle' on things.

Not thoroughly understanding this powerplay thing, but probably more
distracted by guys hanging here and there, arms to the ceiling, arms out to
the side, arms and ankles roped to black, leather covered tables, pieces of
wood attached to beams at waist height, heads and hands sticking out, guys
bent in half, some with a guy standing behind them, moaning and groaning,
and not the least lastly, a dude with stomach up to a post, arms stretching
his bod to where his wrists were bound by leather cuffs and Georg, taking a
running leap and striking the poor dude against his back with a leather
strap.

"Oo-ooh that's gotta hurt!" Nolan winced and voiced opinion.

"Remember," Hector was nice enough, now that no one was listening, to warn,
"don't talk unless I tell you you can!"

Nolan replies, "I'll try to remember that and the nine million other things
you told me!"

The next cubicle they passed, Nolan passed, he didn't say a word, but
didn't find it kinky, but natural to the gay sex scene, some cuffed victim,
looking to about college age, a guy at each end, one pumping his ass, the
other with his cock buried deep in the guys throat. He smiled, thinking he
might enjoy some variation of this `torture'.

Feeling a strain on his pubes, Hector's hand inching them on, Nolan hears
announced, "Well, here we are!"

For sure he sensed they had arrived at their destination, Hector losing the
grip on his now hard shaft.

Hector's index finger was at his lips, a reminder set forth.

Instead of vocally, Nolan gestured, `What next?'

He led Nolan over to an apparatus, set against the wall, a wooden structure
shaped like an `X'.

Neither talked as Hector instructed Nolan to stand up on the fittings for
his feet, facing forward. He finally broke silence, "You're gonna have a
lot of fun!"

Disobeying rule number one, Nolan says, half joking, "Are you sure of
that?"

Quite a distance across the way, Nolan winces, seeing some dom-guy do
something to the victim's chest, thinking it might be his nips, the guy
affixed to the `X-thingee' howling in pain as he drops his head
back. Distance and the domtop in between his view, he didn't pick up on the
tortured guy's moans of pleasuring. He knew Hector was tolerating him, this
being his first experience, when he asks, "You're not going to do anything
to my nips, are you?"

Standing back, gazing at his masterpiece, Nolan stretched out eagle-spread,
his cock and balls dangling, Hector cracks an evil smile, "I have you just
where I want you Nolan and there's a not a damn thing you can do about it!"

"Hector!" he yelled so loud, they got looks.

Wouldn't you know it, it even drew Georg's attention, him coming over and
mentioning to Hector, "I wouldn't take that shit from my slaveboy!"

To appease Georg's appetite for extracting pain, Hector, seeing the strap
in the dom's hand, asks, "Hey, you through with that yet?"

"Just finished. Now it's time for some ball torture." Georg left.

Walking away, Hector had a taste of extra saliva in his mouth, wanting to
do something to Nolan's big tennis balls, but knew the stuff Georg meant,
would make Nolan not want to come back for more fun!

"You're not gonna use that on me, are you?" Nolan asks.

Like buddy-buddy, Hector replies, "I will if you don't shut your fuckin'
mouth!"

Nolan formed his lips tightly together to send a message he was complying.

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`CoMPany payLoaD' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without
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