Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2007 17:13:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friendly Persuasion 01

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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story. Additionally, if you
are under 18 years of age, in most state and
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Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"Friendly Persuasion" 01
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Contemporary Love Stories

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It all started two years ago, with the sounding of the
late bell, two sixteen year olds racing down the
hallways, Jeremy Coulter, from the north corridor,
Jason Friend, putting on some speed, heading north,
trekking down the east hallway.

"Oh shit!" Jason grunted out, a frontal assault
occuring with the two. He sat there, on his ass, legs
stretched open, like a wishbone.

Just as startled, Jeremy already was to his knees,
collecting their books and papers, segregating his
from Jason's. "Gee, I'm real sorry `bout all this."

Jason's initial reaction, his face showed, plus his
words of gripe, portrayed a feeling of being pissed.
However, watching the guy, whom he's seen around, but
didn't connect with any grade subjects, hustling
about, turning this way and that, pivoting on his
knees, his glum demeanor slowly began to morph into a
sly grin. From there, as the wheels of his brain
churned away, he smiled, his anger fleeing.

Several times, as he nearly stacked two neat piles,
Jeremy glanced at Jason. Finally, placing the last
book on Jason's pile, he focused his attention on
Jason's face, eyes darting down to the bulge in
Jason's crotch, highly noticeable with his legs
stretched out and parted. "What?" Jeremy questioned,
bugged by Jason's wordless stare.

Reading right through him, Jason made a quick
assessment of the seemingly deserted hallways, grabbed
at the middle of Jeremy's chest, bunching up his
striped Mossimo teen polo shirt in his fist, abruptly
pulling the sophomore towards him, giving him a hardy
kiss.

Not knowing how to respond, shocked to say the least,
Jeremy just sat there on his knees, his jaw dropped
wide open.

"Still in the closet, dude?"

"What?" is all Jeremy could render, so shocked by the
gay moment. Then, in complete surrender, he asks,
"Ha-how did you know?"

Letting out a laugh, Jason replies, "The minute you
glanced at my crotch, dude."

"I--I..." Jeremy stuttered.

"You want it, don't you?" Jason says, luring Jeremy on.

"What do you mean?"

Bluntly and to the point, Jason tells him, "What?
Never sucked a guy's cock before?"

Gulping, a noticed sound to it, Jeremy looks over his
shoulder, then forward, down each hallway, then
remarks, "I gotta get to class." Picking up his books,
Jeremy scoots away.

Still sitting there, Jason sees Jeremy's ass slowly
become smaller, eventually turning into a dime-sized
view.

"Were you thinking of sitting there all day, Mr.
Friend or do you plan on crawling on hands and knees
to class?"

Looking up, both Jason and Mr. Tenner stare at upside
down faces. With Jeremy still on his mind, Jason
smiles. Taking it the wrong way, the high school
assistant principal regards it as being disrepectful.
"Oh, you won't be smiling when you report for
detention this afternoon, I can guarantee you that,
Mr. Friend!" Waiting for a rebuttal, the five foot
eleven inch twenty-eight year old, continues his
stare, downwards, arms folded across his chest.

Slowly rising up, Jason makes it a point to rearrange
his jewels, still staring, broken only by Mr. Tenner
noticing the obvious gesture. Knowing all about Mr.
Tenner's hidden, secret life, he decides to play his
hand out, responding, "Prolly not as juicy as the
senior jock you sucked off last Saturday night, eh,
`Brian'?"

Suddenly sweating up, as if somebody messed with the
thermostat, Tenner's whole outlook changes, as he
drops the dominating pose, his right hand rubbing the
back of his neck, rendering the first thing coming to
mind, "Um... ah....I..."

"My brother told me all about you being his
`bitch-for-the-night'. Yeah, you..." Jason waited, til
the students passing by were out of earshot, same time
giving Brian Tenner the opportunity of gathering his
wits about him.

"Things were supposedly to be kept confidential. Scott
should never had said..."

Cutting him off, Jason states, "He said you liked
being his bitch, that you couldn't wait til the next
time. When is that, `Brian'?"

With the disrespectful aspect, along with the
confidentiality issue, out the window, Tenner keys in
on the immediate question, but not before Jason
comments, "I bet Scott will be pissed at you putting
him down."

"I... I..." then, with more fear, "You won't go and
tell him, will you?"

Like in court, an attorney leading the witness on,
Jason knew the game being played. His crotch finding
it entertaining, he played along, right into Tenner's
hands, "What? Afraid of getting another whipping,
`boy'?" As he said this, Jason smiled at the fact Mr.
Tenner was getting a bulge in his grey tweed dress
pants. Quick and to the point, Jason says, "Scott said
he did a number on your back, as you counted out each
lash, thanking him."

Tenner just stood there, more taken with the fact of
Scott Friend breaking his confidentiality. At the same
time, he couldn't refute the matter of the way in
which his sixteen year old brother was talking to him.


Still a keen eye towards the hallway traffic, none,
silence prevailing, Jason steps up to the assistant
principal, reaches out with his right hand and
clutches a `handful'.

Scanning the hallways, Tenner gasps, the pressure of
Jason's hand, putting pressure on his balls.

"Why don't we take this elsewhere, Brian and we can
talk about how you're `not' going to have me report
for detention?"

"Um," Tenner said, ready to offer an appeal,
humiliated by the sixteen year old locking on to his
manhood, at the same time casing both hallways,
nervous over the fact anyone could enter the corridor
and find the two, Jason's hand still holding firmly
onto his manhood.

Laughing, Jason reads his mind, saying, "Would be real
cool if Mr. O'Halloran," Tenner's superior, the school
principal, "stepped out of his office and saw this,
huh?"

Parting his jacket, reaching to his beltline, Tenner
loosens the master set of keys on his belt. Rightaway
Jason gives Tenner's balls a rest, as they hastily
walk towards a door which reads, `boiler room'.

"What about your books?" Tenner says to Jason, as they
stand at the square archway.

"What about them?" Jason says, suggestively.

Integrating his thoughts of Saturday night's fantasy
play, with Scott Friend, Tenner strays away from the
door, as Jason holds it. Reaching over, Mr. Tenner
picks up the small stack, then reports back to where
Jason is standing.

"Here you go," Tenner says.

Standing there, a sly grin crosses Jason's face, as he
doesn't flinch a muscle to relieve Tenner of the books
being handed to him.

"You lead the way, `bitch'!"

With books in hand, the twenty-eight year old high
school assistant principal steps down the stairway.
Making a huge thud, Jason lets the door close behind
them. Tenner realizes Jason is not following. Seeing
the teen looking the door over, he has the insight to
think of the why. "The door locks automatically, when
closed."

Slowly, Jason steps down the cement stairway,
noticeably, the air getting cooler. "So, we're locked
in here, huh?"

"For the meantime. That is until the custodian decides
to check in here, which is usually at the beginning
and end of the school day."

Looking to his wrist, at his watch, Jason replies,
"Cool. That gives us roughly three hours to get to
know each other."

"But...."

"Unless you prefer I have a conversation with Scott,
when I get home?"

Tenner knew he had been had, turning his attention to
where he was walking, taking on the last three steps.

"This place soundproof?" Jason asks, looking around
the windowless, dull-lighted room.

"In here," Tenner replied, opening another door,
leading into another room, unlit by the outdoors.

His first direction, the sixteen year old commands,
"Put the books over there," he points.

Tenner follows through, placing Jason's belongings on
a grey cabinet.

Turning around, he sees Jason sitting in a wooden
chair, his left ankle resting on his right knee, hands
behind his head, in a relaxed position. "Now, why
don't you put on a little show for me, Brian?"

He stands there, humiliation written on his face, his
posture showing boldness, as opposed to surrender.

"Start with your belt."

"My belt?" Tenner questions the teen's direction.

Retrieving his left hand from behind his head, Jason
looks to his watch, saying, "Yes. For every second's
delay, we'll call it one lash. So far we're up to
six... no, seven..."

Even though he was humiliated by a sixteen year old
calling the shots, still a little teed off at Scott
for sharing their secret, Brian Tenner was slowly
overcoming his thoughts, as his cock twitched madly,
wanting release from it's prison. Reaching to his
waistline, he began to unbuckle his belt.

"That's a good boy," Jason comments, replacing his
left hand behind his head.

Pulling it from his hips, Tenner approaches his
`master' and holds it up in front of him.
With a smile, Jason takes it, strongly suggesting,
"Why don't we start at the top and work our way down?"

At first Tenner stands there. Like a wakeup call,
Jason again looking to his watch, Brian Tenner goes
about business, taking his jacket off. Totally
confident with his rule over the assistant principal,
Jason effortlessly comments, "Good boy."

Showing no emotion, Tenner looks for a place to hang
his suit jacket.

"Fold it up nicely and place it on top of my books,"
the order came from Jason.

While there, he loosened his tie, folded it in half,
placing it on top of his jacket.

Going for the top buttons of his shirt, Jason calls
out, "Oh no. I want you facing me, when the shirt and
pants come off."

By his order, Tenner figured how far Jason was going
to take this. Reporting back to the space in the
middle of the gloomy room, he faced Jason, as he began
unbuttoning his shirt.

"Aren't you forgetting something, boy?"

A perplexed look, from Tenner, asked the question.

"The same respect you would give Scott?" Jason hinted
of the Saturday night play session, his brother
holding the reins over the school official.

Clearing his throat, Tenner uttered, "Yes, sir."

Grinning, Jason says, "You may continue, boy."

With conflicting thoughts, those of being humiliated
by the fact, a sixteen year old student dishing out
the orders, at the same time being tremendously turned
on, Tenner had no choice but to give in to his cock
and balls taking control over his decision of whether
to continue. As he unbuttoned his shirt, parting it,
Jason had the strong urge to pull his jeans away from
his abs, a hand going down his pants. "Awesome!" he
called out, when Tenner began to peel his shirt away
from his bod.

Tenner wasn't the only one being turned on. With such
desire, to touch, Jason couldn't wait for him to take
the few steps to his `throne'. Getting up, he
approached his prize. So turned on by the hairy pecs,
Jason had such an urge for teasing the two nips,
standing out from the outlying pec fur. Even though he
sighed, Tenner tortured himself, as he stepped back,
when Jason tugged at the assistant principal's nips,
the two steps back, pulling them from Jason's
clutches.

"Oooooh," Tenner followed up with.

"Five more," Jason reported, adding, when question
showed on Tenner's face, "lashes."

Instead of rebuking the punishment, it only served to
heighten the sexual activity in Tenner's pants.

Once again, taking a stance of a few inches from
Tenner's bod, Jason reached out to grab at his pecs,
saying, "Funny thing. Scott told me he mashed your
nips hard, said you were begging for him to squeeze
harder. What gives, boy?"

"I don't know," Brian Tenner replied, shrugging his
shoulders to follow along with his opinion.

"Turn around."

Knowing Jason had him where he wanted him, Tenner just
broke down and gave in, not that it wasn't providing
the fuel for a total turnon, turning around.

"Cool!" came the excited reply from Jason, looking at
the defined lats, red stripes crisscrossing Tenner's
white back. Opinionated, Jason said, as he proceeded
to count up the welts, "Scott told me you were a
glutton for pain."

To prove the point, his fingertips touched the freshly
accrued welts, making Tenner gasp, from the slight
sting.

"Turn around. Yeah, I thought so," Jason said, as
Tenner looked down at the teen fondling his crotch.
"So, tell me, Brian, how much pain can you take?"

Right away, Brian Tenner knew Jason had figured out
one of his kinky desires. By now it didn't matter how
much he divulged to the kid. Slowly, everything about
his secret life would be out to Jason. It was only a
matter of time before the teen's probing would lead to
the full state of his kinky nature. "I don't know,"
too late, he added, "sir. Getting with your brother,
was my first real experience."

"Hmm, so there were other times?"

"A little here and there. More, it just turned into me
sucking guys off... getting fucked... a few nip tugs."

"Yeah, Scott mentioned next time you and he were going
to get into some hot cock and ball torture. I'd like
to take a look."

It was a subtle hint, but one that did not surprise
Tenner. He already had it figured out he would be
displaying his buff physique for the teen. More of a
hint presented itself, as Jason reached out, allowing
his fingers to work at spreading the zipper of
Tenner's pants. With instructions to place his hands
behind his head, Jason swiped a quick glance to each
of Tenner's hairy pits, before devoting his full
attention to the pants. Jason's crotch really started
twitching, as Tenner's treasure trail led his eyes to
the black, lowrise briefs, hints of his dark pubes.
"Very cool," Jason said of the wet portion of the
briefs, as he let the pants fall from his hands, to
the floor.

After kicking his loafers off, depantsing each leg,
Jason smiled, amazed at how far his eighteen year old
brother, a high school senior, had gotten, as his
bitch stood there, feet shoulder width apart, hands
behind his back, standing tall. Reaching out, his hand
traveled along each ridge of Tenner's six pack abs.
"Hmm, nice and tight," he observed, as three
fingettips felt up the hard ab muscles. I just wonder
how `durable' they are?"

Since stripping down for the sixteen year old
`master', Brian Tenner's whole outlook envisioned
total surrender, ready to reduce himself to a total
submissive. He had never thought about a guy testing
his abs, guessing where the method Jason's testing
would take him. "Uh, I'm not sure, sir," Tenner
responded.

"Why don't we find out?" Jason asks, turning his open
hand into a fist, holding it just above Tenner's
bellyhole, where his trail exits the deep navel. He
waited for `permission' to continue.

He knew he would only have seconds to decide, to give
his final answer. Again, in his mind he wasn't sure,
but his pulsating cock edged him onwards.

Giving up his quest for the `abs test', Jason let his
fist unravel, pulling back from the taut abdominals.

Peering downwards, Brian sensed the same, his
adversary giving up. Lightning fast, he blurted out,
"Yes-sir," hurriedly.

Reforming his hand pose, a grin shone on Jason's face,
lining up his fist, laying it against the thin trail,
above the navel. He heard an audible gulp, taking it
as being nervous. So, to make things clear of his
intentions, Jason, pressing inwards a bit, informs,
"Maybe I should forgo using your belt on your back and
apply your demerits to the abs test?"

Not really sure, never having volunteered to have his
abs worked over, Brian Tenner made his decision on
feeling his briefs being wet, also knowing he had to
respond with haste. "Um, yes sir." As an after
thought, he tried to remember where they were, at the
punishment total, before both became turned on by the
gutpunching.

Jason didn't let the high school assistant principal
wonder long, testing, "So, you think your hard abs can
take twelve punches, do you?"

Another gulp, with question added, Tenner stuttered,
"Um.. I..." Then, with Jason loosening his pressure,
knuckles against his abs, he came out with, "Uh,
sure," confidently.

Tenner wasn't the only one leaking cock-fluid. Several
spasms coursed through Jason's teen cock, as he once
again lined up his fist. This time, he lifted his
elbow, drawing his fisted hand backwards. Brian tensed
his stomach. The basement room already was warm, due
to being next door to the boilers, which heated the
high school. However, this wasn't the type of heat
making Tenner sweat, the salty liquid literally
wetting down his chest hair, as if he came right out
of the shower.

Drawing out the first blow, Jason asks, "Ready for
your first test of strength?"

"Yes, sir."

One other thing, Brian figured Jason, being sixteen,
his hand smaller than a heavyweights, he wouldn't be
feeling a heavy impact. Was he ever wrong. As Jason's
fist dove into his gut, he belched out, falling to his
knees, crouching over, both hands reporting to place
of impact.

As Brian was busy with recovering, Jason was busy with
the top button of his jeans. Like killing two birds
with one stone, he figured he would save the school
official from getting up and dropping to his knees
again. Slowly, Brian regained control of the ins and
outs of his lungs, heartbeat returning to normal. When
he rose up on his knees, he stared right at Jason,
waist level.

"Like I said, my brother told me, he liked your expert
job of massaging his cock. Actually, I'd like to find
out for myself. How about it, boy?"

Tenner knew he was stretching his neck out already,
taking Jason beyond the facade of the school
environment, removing his clothes, allowing the
sixteen year old to rule him at will. Not only were
his balls churning, but he suddenly had hunger pangs,
when he saw the tip of the teen cock bead up with a
spot of goo.  "Ah... yes, sir."

"Depending on how good a job you do, `Brian'," saying
it as if buddies from way back, "will depend on if I
finish testing your gut."

"Oh," is all Tenner said.

Picking up on it right away, Jason sensed the
disappointment, so concocted real fast, "But it
doesn't mean I'm letting you out of it. I think it
could be fun, Scott and I trading off punches, to see
which of us do a better job of breaking your hard
abs."

"Yes, sir," came the transformed glum response, into a
more elated feeling.

Looking to his watch, Jason reported, "I gotta go
soon. Let's see what you can do in ten minutes?"

"Yes, sir," came the reply.

Also recalling Scott's word about the awesome blow job
received, Jason directs, "No hands, boy!"

"Yes, sir," Tenner replied, dropping his hands from
touching the teen balls, which purpose had been to
elevate the rather nice endowment.

Benefitting both, Tenner, who seemed to be a pro at
cocksucking, delivered a fine lip and tongue massage,
as Jason stood there, marveling at how good his first
blow job felt!

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.

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STRIPEs
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TIDELIGHT ZONE
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