Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 08:19:28 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 12

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 any
state (21yo in Alabama, Mississippi, Wyoming, Nebraska), or in most
countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your
local laws regarding such.

Following, pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an
`adult audience'. Bypass this warning at your own risk.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this story could make you stiff or gooey,
so I would suggest not reading it at work... just sayin'! :)

%

Giv2GeT 12

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

^o^

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"Man, you guys are wimps!" LL says, standing there, breathing the fresh,
county air in to his lungs...

Some of the others are breathing, like they were in heat, some
coughing. There wasn't enough room in the clearing or enough boulders to
hold every one, so some who were connected, by friendship, or stronger
bonds, sat on laps or used a tree to hold them up.

Imitating the security guys, Jordan, figuring Jeff Laird's tight sixpack
could hold anything, plopped his right down on his thighs!

"Fuck off, pig!" Jeff says, allowing his legs to go slack.

Sliding right down Jeff's legs and the boulder, Jordan's ass hits the
ground.

Jerry, 20-years old, considered one of the wise-asses of the camper
grouping, says, "Oh my god! I think we just had an earthquake!"

They all laughed, Jordan holding up a fist, saying, "How would you like me
to shakeup your balls, Jerry!"

He could too. Back in high school, where Jordan was fat, but not as
muscular as he is now, put up with getting bullied, but out in the real
world and being the ginger muscle cub he is, didn't take kindly to jokes
about his build.

"You tell'em," Conan, who resembled Jordan's build, ginger colored hair,
more strawberry blond, but with bolder pecs and a broader stomach, figured
he'd throw his weight around.

A comeback of humor, Jerry didn't care if he was `wearing a badge' or not,
"Well, just don't fall on the ground. Fuck, we don't want those mountains
to come tumbling down on us!"

Jordan was smiling, having Jerry just where he wanted him, paying attention
to Conan's heckling.

He saw Conan's colleague, Gerald Bronte, looking at his foot, lift up, like
he knew the destination, shaking his head, mouthing the words, `no, no,
no,' yet not in total disagreement.

Inching his head up and down, it was as much as Jordan saying, `yes, yes,
yes,' his foot moved up on each accent of the word, ready to conquer
ballsacs!

Rolling his eyes, the 25-year old security guard couldn't fight the urge to
see Jordan's dastardly plan come into fruition, smirks.

"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-oh-h-h-h-h-fuckin'-shi-i-i-i-it!" Jerry groans out
loud, holding his balls and hopping around.

Jordan immediately looks to Gerald, who is flicking his thumb towards the
woods, mouthing the words, `You better get the fuck outta here!'

Scrambling to his feet, Jordan, stunned by carrying out his plan, hightails
it out of the rocky clearing.

Everyone else was paying attention to Jerry's balls, and Jerry, his
immediate plans for an execution, not noticing Gerald taking off after the
muscle-cub.

"Hey!" he hears, after running a short distance.

"Where?" Gerald looks all about him, to the left, right, then back to his
left, seeing a hand above a bush.

"Over here!"

Stepping carefully, off trail, Gerald sticks his neck out, behind the bush,
seeing the layout, "Cool hiding place!"

Turning to the outcrop of rocks, Jordan says, "I think they've been here
since the ice age."

It was a weird response, but Gerald went with it. Suddenly, hearing a
pounding of hooves, Gerald alerts him, "Quiet!"

Being labeled, `security', Gerald knew the importance of silence, cupping
his hand over Jordan's mouth, which in retrospect made him stand closer!

After dead silence had been achieved, Gerald slowly, almost hesitantly,
released his gagging hand, says, "Sorry about that."

"Why?" Jordan says, looking down at the reason, "I'm not!"

Yeah, Jordan's ass touching his cock had made Gerald hard, but throwing off
suspicion, "I always get hard when I'm running!"

"Um, dah, like you weren't running, you were resting?"

Trying to fend off what was going through his mind, Gerald replies, "What
are you saying, like you were turning me on, or something?"

"Only one way to find out!" Jordan says.

He wouldn't have been able to hold himself back for much longer anyhow. Of
course, he saw the whole lot of them in the buff, but singled out, one
particular man, seeing the punked haircut, dark red, a little spiky from
being hand brushed, after the dip in the lake, darker beard and the
incredibly dark, thin trail running from Gerald's midchest, cutting right
through those taut, rippled abs, he had an ever-increasing desire to
explore that trail!

Starting with being pulled in, like gravity was in Jordan's favor, Gerald
could not fight him off. He tried, at first placing his hands on Jordan's
pecs, but as he slowly gave in, fighting fingers became pinching fingers!

"Mm-mm, you know what I love!" Jordan says, getting a few words in, in
between kissing.

When they broke off, Gerald had broken a tryst he had made with some
muscleheads at the gym, other gay dudes he was friendly with, `touching' a
guy with oodles of hair on his bod, saying, "I thought I would never... but
you know, you're not so bad," Gerald liked feeling up all that manfur.

"You're not making any sense," Jordan looked upon the beard, how it made
Gerald's toothy smile look like that of a clown.

"I know. Long story."

Acting sultry, Jordan says, "Um, like we don't have to catch up to the
others right this minute?"

"When we're young," Gerald philosophizes, sitting on a rock made for two,
"we promise things, which keeps us from doing things which might otherwise
prove to be something we like."

Still in the dark over the security man's feelings, but banking on
something which monopolized Gerald's hands, "Like, your hands making my
pecs feel awesome?"

Part of it, Gerald smiles. Without his teeth showing, it didn't look so
clownish, "Yeah, I have to admit, it felt kind of hot."

Zipping his finger up Gerald's tummy trail, Jordan says, "Like this?" he
catches the chin drop, hitting him slightly.

"Yeah," Gerald picks his head up, looking at Jordan, "exactly."

"Then why so ashamed about my ass making your cock hard?"

Laughing, partially because it wasn't what he was expecting, Gerald says,
"I like you. You tell it like it is."

"Oh really? If I told you I wanted to fuck you, would you still like me?"

"Hmm-m," Gerald scratches underneath his chin, "do I have to answer that
question right now?"

"No, but don't take too long!"

Then, out of the distance they hear, "I see them!"

"Oh no," Gerald says, "they've found us!"

"Not for long. Help me!"

Both with a set of muscles, Gerald more so, they were able to roll a rock
out of the way, situated themselves behind it and roll it back.

In a matter of minutes, they hear a commotion outside, thinking it was
Jerry Wilson's voice, claiming he saw them, the others not believing him.

So, the witch hunt went in another direction.

"Uh oh."

"What?" Gerald asks.

"I think we're stuck in here."

And Gerald believed him, the two stuck in such tight quarters!

Meanwhile, back in front of the mess hall, Ed was sort of bent out of shape
over the negative aspect of running through the woods naked. However, torn
between what was protocol and his own lust, he compromises, addressing
them, "You must wear at least shorts and sneakers. I don't intend on having
an infirmary full of campers," he didn't mention the other fools, "with
blistery feet!" He could only imagine the prospects of poison ivy, guys
with itchy balls!

Given the floor, rather podium, last summer, used for whippings, Tom stands
there, first glimpsing to LL for moral support, "That was a good
run. Expect it every morning!"

Then, from the crowd, comes an unprecedented question, one Tom dreaded it
would come up, from a camper who has been unexpectedly quiet, given his
background of alcohol and drugs, following protocol, raising his hand and
waiting to be acknowledged, "I just wanted to say, I really enjoyed how you
were made to fuck that dude in `Punch Me, Whip Me, Thrill Me,'" and he sat
down!

Tom bit his lip. It's not that he and LL hadn't talked about it, `what if',
the former porno star, turned camp `warrior', having sort of an escape plan
in mind. Stealing a glance to LL, he made a gesture of shrugging his
shoulders, hands fluttering about, a feeling of `so what?'

In total control, Tom says, "Well I'm glad you liked how I did. Even though
it was made, like the other actor was pushing my cock into the other
actor's ass, I want you to know I was really enjoying myself. If you want
to know how they do it, let me know. I can give you a live demonstration!"

His attempt to mock Tom out backfired, the guys telling Scott he should
follow through, `take up acting', that Tom could help him excel at his
craft.

Even though he shouldn't be feeling bad for him, Tom did, saying, "But
sorry. No can do. I'm out of the porno business and making a life for
myself in training. You'll have to find your mentor with someone else,
Scott!"

Scott wondered what mindgame was being worked on him here. First Tom set
him up, then let him down. Matter of thinking, Scott really a bright-minded
20-year old, starting off life on the wrong foot, he wondered what angle
Tom had here. He went at it with caution, but throughout the next 8 weeks
he would see what the counselor wanted from him.

Concluding his speech, Chad who can be quite the subtle rip, walks up to
Tom, a pen in hand, "Hey, would you mind autographing my chest?"

"Sure. No problem," Tom takes the pen given to him by Ed.

"Cool!" Chad places his hands behind his head, flaunts his hairy chest,
pits, stomach, pubes... nothing much smooth about him, except his back...

"It'll take a minute," Tom says, starting to write, "because all this fuzz
kind of gets in the way of the point."

"Take your time, take your time, beats running!"

Others had taken to running, but inside the mess hall, finding a place at
tables.

"Done!" Tom says.

Little did Chad notice, behind his back, before writing, Ed had slipped Tom
a magic marking pen.

"Cool!" Chad replies, though was not cool with looking down upon his chest,
"What tha fuck?"

"Love it!" Ed high-5'd Tom.

"Like oh-my-fuckin'..." Chad had to run, to a place where he could see a
mirror of his top half. A window of a maintenance truck was good enough,
Chad's jaw dropping open, stunned to see, even though it was backwards,
written across his chest, `I SUCK COCK!'

Turning around though, Tom wasn't to be seen. Neither was Ed, nor
anyone. They were all in the mess hall.

More bent on revenge, than the message sown to everyone whom looked upon
his hairy chest, right now the dark brown hair not putting a dent in the
message, Chad looks from the doorway, hands folded over his chest. Spotting
Tom on the `mess line', tray in hand, walking the table with food stuff,
Chad wastes no time in the surprise move. Running clear across the room, he
does bump into Jordan Hoolihan, sending him to the floor, right on top of
his potato salad.

Hitting Guiseppe's arm, his bottle of water goes flying from his grasp,
hitting Eddie Raleigh in the head. Seated next to Michael Gooding, the two,
even though a few years apart in age, had bonded out being the quiet type.

However the big disturbance was Chad, taking Tom clear over the long
banquet table, "You dirty fuck!"

In doing so, the old table collapses, from end to end.

LL, who had speared a slice of ham, held it in mid air, "Oh damn!"

They all watched, every morsel of food, salads, meats, deserts ski down
both slopes of the fallen table, and if it wasn't for camper, Richard
Smith's brave grab, the container of Gatorade would have surely pulverized
whomever it rammed into.

"Good catch!" Wayne Wells says, smiling at Richard!

Quiet at times, Richard could belt out a tune, when playing guitar and
singing with his rock band. However, with increase abuse from his father,
he had turned to bullying, instead of plucking his guitar. At camp, he was
taking things as they came and watching how things went, always with
cautious eyes and ears. Right now, what he had just done, he realizes maybe
he could be a benefit to society, instead of the other way around. First
time since he's been out of the correctional facility, incarcerated by the
same father who drove him to hurting others, he looks upon the voice
commending him, staring at first, then saying, "No problem."

Rushing for the table, all the head disciplinarians were there to lift Chad
up out of the food mess. Rushing over, Joseph, and Guy manhandle.

Like, taking a survey of Chad's soiled front, at least getting his wish to
conceal writing, with food scraps, Declan, a shadow of his former self,
still with Camp Rufghup manner of disciplining on his mind, claims, "You
should have given him his lashes the first time Joseph. Might have saved us
the trouble!

With Guy holding Chad in a full nelson, Joseph singles out their other
colleague, "Are you questioning my authority, Declan?"

"Of course not, Joseph. Just saying," Declan caved in a little, confronted
by the big pecs, giant guns and deep voice.

"Well save it," Joseph says, walking past him and out the mess hall door.

Ed could go either way, pronouncing his own verdict, of what was to be done
with a camper, or waited it out, for ideas thrown out by the
disciplinarians.

"I say rack him out," Guy comes up with.

Joseph looks up at the sun, saying, "Kind of hot out."

Declan, all for something harsher, "With some weights hanging from his
balls!"

Firming up his hold on Chad, Guy says, "This boy needs a lesson taught
him."

"Ow-w-w-w-w!" Chad winces from having his arms stretched overhead.

He had a nice stomach, something of a fetish with Joseph, the way it curved
and especially if a hair pattern worked its way around. However, right now
it was more Chad's entire welfare he was concerned about, "I agree. He
should be whipped."

Declan, even though warned, says, "Yeah, like you whipped him this
morning!"

Daggers show in Joseph eyes, but with Guy there he could not evoke threats,
"I said I'll take care of him!"

Jealously, or disappointment, Declan wondered what Ed and Joseph had going,
coming over and having Guy turn Chad over to the muscled disciplinarian. In
a few short minutes, it had gotten Declan hard, thinking of Chad staked out
on the `rack', a frame hanging a few feet from the ground, causing a man's
bod to hang like an `x', his head flopping down and as he would have
suggested, a leather noose placed around the 21-year old's balls, weights
dragging them to the ground. It would have been so sweet, surely making him
leak, more than thinking about it, only to have Ed thwart his plans...

"Where do you want him, Joseph?"

"The shed," Joseph chose. "Cuff him. I'll take him from here."

A little indifferent, Guy was more interested in finishing his lunch, what
he could salvage.

However, Declan just couldn't let it go, confronting Ed, "Why is it always
Joseph who gets cut slack?"

"Tell you what, Declan," Ed says, toying with golden hair on his chest for
a moment, until Declan backs off, "why don't you go in there and help clean
up and we'll take about this after you've cooled off?"

"I'm not going to be no nursemaid to any boy!" Declan meant cleaning up
after Chad's escapade to knock Tom off his feet, maybe cause more damage.

Calling Guy back, Ed hypothetically asks, "What did we come up with, when
we talked about what would happen if a counselor ever crossed the line, or
became unruly?"

"What tha fuck?" Declan knew he talked about him.

"Oh that," Guy says.

Before Declan could think or react, Guy had drawn his elbow back and plowed
it right into the solar plexus region.

"Ugh-h-h-h-h-h!" Declan bent over, holding his gut.

Apparently, Guy and Ed `had' talked about, had formulated a game plan,
which would read like the same outline for campers, reducing the counselor
to punitive measures, Guy at this very moment, standing Declan up straight,
hugging his neck in the crook of his elbow, a chokehold keeping him at bay,
while his other hand worked a handcuff around one wrist.

"Need help?" Ed asks.

"Nah," Guy, who used to be a semipro boxer, held Declan with no sweat.

Declan was sweating quite profusely, struggling, even though there would be
little hope in helping himself out of his predicament.

Secretly, Guy, at 42-years old, thought it might be the right time to stop
playing dungeon-master for a bunch of young hooligans. Seeing Ed retiring,
he might just follow in his footsteps. Also, for the time Declan has been
at Camp Rufghup, Guy has frowned on the wishy-washy way the counselor has
handled things, mainly being unfair, delving out more punishment than
necessary to achieve the same end.

"Now," he whispers in Declan's ear, loud enough for Ed to listen in, "what
shall it be? The shed or the `cabin in the woods'?"

Declan's answer, "Fuck you!"

Guy didn't make it easy on Declan, grabbing up a long stake, feeding it in
the elbow folds, tethering it to Declan's hairy arms with some rope, saying
as he led the bound and struggling counselor away, "You brought it on
yourself, so you know who is to blame!"

No, it wasn't totally Declan bringing this latest scene onto
himself. Having made it his business to rekindle the real reason he came to
Camp Rufghup, Zack admitted, no one's fault but his own, being duped into
believing Declan had little to do with his brother's injuries last summer.

Incarcerated in the shed once this summer, Declan would have to think up
another scheme to get himself free. Orrin was his scapegoat the first time,
making Zack believe it was his colleague and not him responsible for his
brother's ill treatment. Even in bed, Declan felt like he still fucked
James over, while doing his brother. Then, he was thinking how perfect it
was going to be, wooing the brother of the man he took great pleasure in
hurting, fucking him up and how ideal it would be, having the brother
believe he was not responsible again, and then escaping scott-free from the
camp environment, finding something else to do next summer.

Apparently, his little plan wasn't going to pan out, Declan seeing the old,
converted shed in sight. Struggling, Guy had to jerk the rope tied to
Declan's neck, "Go ahead. Hang yourself, for all I care," though Guy
thought a little bondage and discipline would be more fun!

Meanwhile, Joseph already was at the shed, having cuffed Chad's wrists and
ankles, he his limbs spread `x'-fashion, wrists cuffed to hooks in a beam,
then the beam hauled up, slightly above their head. From there, it was no
toil for Joseph to lift hooks out of the floor and clamp down Chad's legs,
pulling each one out to the sides, spread so wide, his victim was probably
feeling the breeze on his suspended cock and balls!

"Now for the torture!" Joseph rubbed his hands together.

"Torture?" Chad exclaims, for the first time in his life seeing he got
himself into a predicament he didn't think he could bargain himself out of,
immediately saying, "If you want money, all I need is my check book and I
can write you any sum?"

Joseph laughs, not because he was in the position to do anything he wanted
to Chad, "Oh yes. I heard the story you gave the other two, when your
stomach was hugging the tree, your check book with your gear on the bus?"

Thinking this might be an angle for him, Chad cons, "They were stupid as
hell for not taking me up on my offer, but you... you don't look like a
foolish man?"

Coming over, purposefully dropping a bunch of items on a table in front of
Chad, making as much noise as possible, "Would be sweet, but you see, I
happen to know Bryce Dyer, the bus driver," Joseph wanted to make it
crystal clear to Chad, "and after giving him a call, he did find your gear
bag on the bus and guess what?"

His attitude dropping, Chad play along, with everything to lose, especially
his freedom, "What?"

"Someone must've stole your checkbook! More, you're wallet was there, but
it must've fell victim to the thief or thieves, because the credit cards
were gone and there was only $2 left. Doesn't leave much for a bargaining
chip, does it?"

"No," Chad acted with defeat.

"So, shall we get on with the punishment?"

"I didn't really do anything bad. In fact, that counselor, Tom, he had no
right to scribble what he did on my chest, especially with a permanent
marker?"

"You did ask him for his autograph?" Joseph says, working the kinks out of
a chain, attached to two clips.

"Um," Chad's eyes were trained on the chain and thinking he would only make
matters worse, with a disagreeing attitude, says, "Yeah, I did."

Approaching with the flat-mouthed nip clamps, all ready for chomping down
on a hot pair of nips...

"Like, no... you're not going to do what I think you are?" Chad looked
down, seeing each nip clamp inches from the sides of his hairy chest.

"Y'know. I'm a caring kind of guy," Joseph backs off...

Chad exhaled a long, "Whe-e-e-e-ew!"

"So, instead of putting you through watching this, I'll do you a favor and
block out all that worry," he puts the clamps down, picking up a blindfold.

"What?" Chad again clammed up. Frankly though, he didn't know which would
be worse. Instead of totally going with it, he asks, "Why do you even have
to do it at all?"

Joseph had to admit, Chad was persistent, but no amount of reasoning could
stop what was going to happen, "I already told you. You did something
wrong, so you have to pay for it. You can't tell me, attacking one of our
camp counselors, jumping him no less, premeditated," Joseph kept building
his case, "not to mention you wasted camp food and a perfectly good lunch
for campers, who had trudged along in rigorous activity all morning..."

A bit of that gumption returning, Chad barks, "Okay, spare me the speech
and get on with it, will ya?"

Blindfolding was much more fun!

Choosing the nip clamps once again, Joseph teased Chad with rubbing the
rubber tips on his nips, reporting what he sensed and saw, "Oh my, you do
seem to have sensitive nips!" Glancing down, he could really tell how much!

"Oh fuck," Chad says, dropping his head back, then tilting it forward, even
though he could not see through the black blindfold.

"But enough of this play and on with the hardcore pain of punishment!"

If he wanted to be mean, using an instrument of torture, which could pack a
wallop to each nip, he would have unscrewed the tension bolts, maybe even
discard them altogether, but this wasn't what he was after. Doing the
opposite, screwing them `in', he lessened the tension to the utmost, which
would provide a slight pinch, "Yeah, got these nip-clampers all ready!"

"Oh fuck," Chad sighs, squinting his eyes behind the mask, in preparation
for the bite down.

"Open wide!" Joseph says, as if he were talking to the nip-clamps!

"Oh shit," Chad says, dropping his head back, like he were looking towards
God for a stay of execution.

"3... 2... 1!"

In anticipation of a harsh, horrible torturing of his nips, a natural
reaction, Chad yells out, much like a charging team of footballers coming
out of the dugout, "Ahh-h-h-h-h-hk-k-k-k!"

"That went well," Joseph thought.

"Fuck, I didn't even feel anything!" Chad says, looking down, like he could
see through the blindfold.

"Well, I could make it so you do?"

"No, no, no, don't do anything on my account!" Chad protests any action,
which would cause him immense duress.

"Now," Joseph says, "let's see what's next!" he claps his hands together.

When he did, the door comes busting open.

Turning around in a flash, he speaks the name of the person entering, "Guy?
What are you doing..." Declan behind him, "...here? Like, why do you have
Declan..." he didn't have to complete his question, fully seeing Declan in
bondage.

"Y'know that dude, Zack?"

"Sure," Joseph answers, "the brother of the camper Declan tortured... I
mean disciplined last summer."

"Well, I think with a little interrogation I think we might find out some
interesting facts about Declan and `why' he chose to put the whole blame
for his actions on Orrin, when they are equally to blame?"

"Wait," Declan protests, "that's not why I'm here!"

Unknown to Declan, Guy and Ed had had a little chat early on, while the
hoard of naked animals were having fun down at the lake, Guy saying, "And
as soon as I have you bound and gagged, I'm going to go fetch Zack Black
and see if he has any questions he might want to ask you, like how come you
came on to him, took him to bed and made love to him, when your real
intentions were to seduce his intelligence?"

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!"

Chad gets his 2 cents in, "Hey, if you need the room, you guys can cut me
down and hang him here?"

Guy agrees, "I `am' going to need the beam, Joseph. Can you affix him to
the rack or work something else to bind him?"

"Rack?" Chad questions, "um, no, that's okay. I'll hang here."

In reality, Joseph only intended to scare the fuck out of Chad, but with
company, that was no longer a part of the plan, "I think I can find
something to work with," he walks over to Chad, starts loosening the beam.

"Hey, you know I'm already 6'3? I can damn well reach a regulation
basketball hoop? I don't need to be any taller?" Chad could only think of
being laid out on the rack!

"Nice to know," Joseph replies, smiling, because he knew what Chad was
fearing. "Hey, mind if I use this?" Joseph grabs the wooden stake tied to
the folds of Declan's arms.

"Fine, but you're going to have to help me secure Declan?"

Joseph had wondered in the first place, why the board of Camp Rufghup even
bothered rehiring Declan, after the uproar at the end of last summer, and
as rumored, how the camp was ready to get hit with a lawsuit from the Black
family. However, right now, disagreeing with the extent Declan took the
power in his hands, he wasn't feeling too much sentimental value.

After taking Chad out of his bondage, Joseph latches both hands to a metal
cuffs, attached to a single ring embedded in the wall, telling Chad, "Don't
go anywhere. I'll be just a minute!" He accidentally, on purpose, brushes
the back of his hand against Chad's cock!

While moving from one bondage port to another, Chad's blindfold worked it's
way down, from eyes to mouth. Fine with him, not saying anything, but able
to watch as Joseph and the other counselor, Guy, manhandle one of their
own. `Oh shit!' he thought, Declan fighting them off so badly, Guy lands a
fist right into Declan's midsection. With his hands free, Joseph has no
choice but to put Declan into a full nelson.

Then, he hears Guy say, "Yeah, hold that bastard!"

Joseph didn't intend on the position, for the purpose of Guy's big fists,
pounding Declan's stomach, but didn't realize it was happening, until
Declan was given the old 1 - 2, upon which he moves himself and Declan out
of the line of fire, saying, "Hey, I don't have all day to help you out
with your guy, you know?"

It came to Chad, which now became a joke, though he thought Joseph a hot
character, that he was Joseph's `guy!'

"You can drop him for now," Guy says.

With a total of 4 gut-punches, it didn't put Declan down completely, just
winded, aching, bent over and on his knees, Guy using cuffs , already
attached to the beam, to bind Declan to it.

"Let's go," Joseph says, taking the cuffs from Chad's wrists.

Not using a key, Chad asks, "Hey, how did you do that?"

Shrugging one shoulder, Joseph says, pulled one apart and then the other?"

He said it in a way, it made Chad feel like such an idiot, that if he paid
more attention to himself, rather than Declan, perhaps he could have run
scott-free. Then again, leaving the shed, he could have done the same,
walking with arms at his side, asking, "Um, like, what's to keep me from
taking off and running away from you?"

Joseph smiles, turns to Chad, says, "Who else do you think is going to take
those clamps off your nips?"

His jaw dropping open, looking down, seeing the hardware still attached to
his nips, "Oh-shit! I didn't even feel them!"

"Yeah, I know," Joseph says, in a giddy sort of way, "and you know what
else?"

"What?" Chad plays with the chain, unsure if he was or wasn't feeling good,
first time for everything.

Replicating what he did back in the shed, this time he didn't merely touch
Chad with the back of his hand, takes Chad's cock and wraps his 5 digits
around it, "You're liking it real good!"

Speaking about running away, he does the same about his pecs, "And what's
gonna keep me from taking these off?"

"Um, you?" Joseph replies, like it's a riddle!

"Fuck that!" Chad says, grabbing both clamps, squeezing them, releasing his
red, pulverized nips, "Oh-h-h-h-h shit!" he hops around, both clamps still
open and in his hands, ranting, "oh man, that hurts! That hurts! That
fuckin' hurts!"

An extra bonus, Joseph knowing the pangs of nip torture, when the blood
returns, making it hurt many times worse than when attached, watches as
Chad's cock and ball dance around!

Finally calming down, breathing heavily, Chad comes back to confront
Joseph, sitting on a boulder, "You knew that was going to happen?"

"Yeah," Joseph has a big grin on his face.

However, Chad, from a distance had already contemplated getting even, a way
of life for him, but having the gist of how these little pinching
implements worked, unscrewed the tiny bolts until the came out. While
Joseph was laughing his ass off, he pinches the clamps, throws them
forward, right at Joseph's hairy pecs and....

"Oo-oo-oo-ooh!" Joseph calls out.

His sneaky plan was totally fuckin' foiled!

Instead of causing immense grief, as he felt, with the clamps snug on his
own nips, Chad watches as Joseph `thanks' him, "Feels real nice. Hey, do me
a favor and take the chain and give me a little pull?"

"You're a fuckin' lunatic!" Chad tells him.

However, out of curiosity, plus it could have been the scene was playing
out to be erotic, stands there, watches as Joseph leans back and with one
hand tugging his pink nips out of the forest of his fur, Joseph's other
hand is starting to stroke himself!

"What tha?"

"Hey," Joseph startles Chad.

"What?" he shifts his eyes from Joseph's partially hardened 9c to his face.

"Are you a top or a bottom?"

"Top of course, what do you think?"

"Oh," Joseph says, a tinge of disappointment to his voice, "thought maybe
while I'm making my nips feel good, you could get on my cock?"

Crossing his arms over his blue `I suck cock', Chad states, "If I were a
cocksucker, why would I even `want' to suck yours?"

Joseph reasons, "You didn't know you were going to like the clamps on your
nips and you did. How do you know you don't like cock?"

"I didn't like the clamps on my nips. You put them there while I was cuffed
to the plank. Remember, dah?" Chad set him straight.

Slowly both, the pull on his pecs and stroke of his cock, Joseph says,
"Okay. Fair enough. Then you tell me what was it that made you hard?"

"I don't know," Chad didn't want to volunteer any information which would
glorify Joseph, making excuse, "It was probably the wind blowing through my
legs. You had them spread far, you know?"

"Could be. Maybe we should find out and spread them again?"

At the sound of it, a credible reason to take off running, Chad did just
that.

With turning around, he lost time there, Joseph jumping him!

Coughing, Chad could only curse and spit out dirt.

"Oh man, you don't know what you're doing for me right now?"

"Don't even think about it!" Chad says, feeling Joseph's hard wiener, right
in the crack of his buns!

Feeling up Chad's shoulders, Joseph says, "Oh man, it would be so, so
easy..."

He was surprised... so surprised... really really surprised by, as he could
only explain it, a mad adrenaline rush on Chad's part, winding up with his
ass in the dirt, Joseph saying to himself, "Oh my god, he's getting away!"

Running eventually turned into a game of tag, Joseph getting hit, on
purpose by 2 fir tree limbs, before he caught onto Chad's means to slow him
down.

"You could've fuckin' blinded me!" Joseph yelled ahead, hearing Chad in
response, giggling and laughing.

"Oh sweet," Chad says, seeing the lake right in front of him.

"No, don't!" Joseph sees him, ready to make the jump.

Looking back, it's what probably saved his life, Joseph making headway,
grabbing Chad by the legs.

Falling on his stomach, rather than diving over the edge of the hill, Chad
peers down, right onto the rocks, saying, "Oh... my... fuckin'..."

He didn't even realize the reason he didn't take the plunge, Joseph's arms
anchoring him to the short cliff. Then again, as he started to feel his
stomach, right above the navel, being pulled back onto dirt, he looks,
turns a part of his bod, saying, "It... it could've been me down there on
those rocks!"

"Yeah," Joseph takes his heroism like a grain of salt, "you would have been
a hell of a mess to clean up, too!" he drops Chad's ankles.

"Damn!" Chad sighs, burying his head in his arms, folded above his head.

"Hey, I just want to let you know, I'm not going to pound on you, for
flinging those two branches in my face. Um, like I still have a few needles
stuck in me," Joseph surveys the front of his bod, "like, I think I still
got a few stuck in my chest," he makes a count, pulling each one out,
"there's one, two, three... looks like that's it."

He was buying Chad time. He knew he had a `reputation' around camp and was
probably thinking about how to handle it, Joseph trying to help him remedy
the situation, "Hey, if you want to, you can still be a wiseass and hate me
and talk nasty to me, if it'll help you keep things civil with your
friends?" Though, he was hoping this life-threatening situation might be
life-changing.

"I just want to be left alone to think," Chad said, with pouting in his
voice.

One thing caught Joseph's ear, `to think', coupled with Chad's remorseful
means of speaking. Leaving Chad alone, he could `run', but there was always
the electric fence to surmount, which if he tried, Chad would succeed,
because the electric fence was really just a sign!

To be sure, Joseph turns back, says to Chad, who had rolled over on his
back, using his hands as sun shades, and to make sure, "Um, don't forget
about the electric fence."

"I'm not going to run," Chad says, looking towards the fence, a little
above his line of vision. "Hey, what's that place over there?" he sees a
shaggy landscape, some wooden shacks.

While Chad's eyes were on the space outside the fence, Joseph had his on
the nice size hardware, but made it like he wasn't paying attention to his
jewels, "Was at one time a farm. In the years I've been here, I've never
seen anyone attending to it."

"Oh," Chad left it as is, staring further, but then turning his attention
back on Joseph.

Clearing his throat, Joseph says, "Don't forget to cover your privates,
they're not immune to ultraviolet rays, you know?"

It made Chad look down at him, caving upwards to view his pubes, which also
had him looking up at Joseph, saying, "Your nips... they're still clamped."

"Yeah," Joseph whimsically gives them a slight tug, sighing, responding,
"Oo-ooh that feels so, so good. You should try it.... sometime," realizing
they already had an attachment to Chad!

"They weren't that bad," Chad says.

"Hey," Joseph says, like he's making a date, "you want to go see if they
have any food left?"

Sitting up on his elbows, Chad catches the sun shining off his sweaty
chest, "Ugh," falling back down, covering his eyes, not from the sun, but
out of shame, having `I suck cock' printed across his chest.

"There's a way to get that out, you know?"

"It's fuckin' permanent ink. It won't be out till the end of the summer,
maybe longer," Chad laments.

"No so," Joseph gives a little giggle, "because, you see... right before
lunch I lent Ed a marker. I'm one to be a little messy, so I use washable
markers. If you hop in the lake it'll come right out, but I suggest not
this way?"

Sitting up again, on his elbow, Chad says, "I should be fuckin' mad at you
for not telling me sooner?"

"You're right. It probably could have kept you from jumping Tom in the mess
hall, ruining a perfectly good lunch for everyone, not to mention how you
were so enjoying having your first experience at nip torture and... oh, did
you know you were hard from it?"

Getting up to his knees, Chad asks, "Oh, you mean, when I was hanging from
the cuffs, which I could have removed myself, and the back of your hand
brushed by me?"

"Oh," Joseph says, "you knew about that?"

"How would I not? I suppose you didn't notice the dick-drool either?"

"I wondered what that was on my hand? I thought maybe I squashed a bug or
something?" Joseph bit a lip.

Standing, brushing his hands off, Chad asks, "Do you really think this'll
come off in the lake?"

"Don't know, till we try!"

"Do you know the way?"

Joseph says, "Well, I'm not walking in front of you if your dick is still
drooling!"

With no physical attachment, the two walked back into the woods, Joseph's
hand telling Chad to turn right.

Arriving at the next clearance, Chad asks, "Are those clamps going to rust
up on you?"

Laughing, Joseph again reiterates, "Oh crap, I forgot I had them on!"

Removing them, Chad was amazed, far different from taking them off his own
nips, Joseph was not in pain, but still feeling the pangs of pleasure.

"That's that!" he says, tossing them to the side, into the bushes.

"If you don't want them, I'll take them," Chad says, bending over the bush.

"Hmm, mighty inviting!" Joseph says.

"What was that?" Chad says, standing, the nip clamps dangling from a hand.

"I said," Joseph lies, "you're welcome to have them. Um, like, if you need
any help...."

"Which way to the lake?"

While splashing about in the lake, the clamps hung on a tiny stick sticking
out of a tree.

Joseph explained, it would probably be a good idea if he scrubbed Chad's
chest for him.

After saying, "I dunno," he allowed Joseph's hands to wander. But 5 seconds
into it, he scolds, "Hey, watch the nips?"

"Sensitive are we?"

It then occurs to Chad, "Well, aren't you?"

"Are you joking," Joseph tells him something, like Chad should already know
it, "never get enough!"

The curiosity was killing him and after Joseph rubbed and rubbed and
rubbed, Chad swiftly turns with the current, grabbing Joseph by the nips,
"You mean, like this?"

For a moment in time, the two were lost in their own world, Joseph howling
at the feel of Chad pulverizing, twisting, pulling, grinding fingernails
against his hard nubs.

He did feel inclined to mention, "You're going to make me so fuckin' hard,
you know?"

"Make you, Joseph?" Chad was surprisingly smiling at him, his hand already
knowing the truth!

Regardless, since Chad was feeling frisky with him, he returned the
reckless hand grab, "Looks like I'm not the only one!"

"Yeah," Chad tests the waters, "I really want to fuck you Joseph."

"Oh really, um, like, Houston, I think we've got a problem?!" Joseph
replies.

To remedy it, Chad says, "I owe you one. I'll let you fuck me, if you let
me fuck you?"

"Somehow that's turning out to be 1 +1 = weird?" Joseph says of it.

"Oh man," Chad gets annoyed, "don't you ever buck up and give in?"

"Yeah. I did. I scratched my chest up jumping on the ground to catch you
from committing harry-carry on the rocks below?"

"It's not harry-carry, it's harakiri, for your information?"

Making a fist and knocking on Chad's head, Joseph says, "Oh, so there are
brains in there?"

"Probably more than you have. I mean, is all you know how to do is torture
guys?" Chad accuses.

"No I do not," Joseph replies, "and for your information I happen to know 2
languages, I like art and music and I like to go to do bootcamp events!" he
sticks out his tongue.

For a big brute, Chad's opinion slowly changing of Joseph, right now he
wasn't painting the portrait a mean, tough guy. Joking, he planes his hand
over Joseph's tongue, saying, "Eat dick-drool!"

"Ick!" Joseph says, tasting lake water.

It was enough to get them going, a little rough housing, which instead of
taking them deeper into the lake, rowed them to shore, to where their bods
could lay buoyant, bums touching the bottom.

"Man!" Chad says, like he's annoyed.

"What?" Joseph asks, floating.

"Your cock's soft," Chad tells him.

"Huh?" Joseph's ass sinks.

"Nah. I wasn't griping about that, but..."

He worked with high school kids, sometimes college aged guys on the side,
knew the pitfalls life could put them through, Joseph consoling, "You're
worried about going back to camp, being among the others and wondering how
you should act in front of me, well, don't you think I have the same
feelings?"

"How did you know?"

"I know, because I know," Joseph replies, without giving his whole life
history.

"Are you a shrink or something?"

"Something like that," Joseph is skimpy on the details.

Slowly they had floated right up to the shore line, Chad in confession,
"You were right about the checkbook and my wallet. I mean, my
checkbook... it wasn't stolen, because I don't have one. Don't have any
credit cards either. I had more money in my wallet, but it wasn't stolen. I
lost a hundred bucks in a bet with a guy at the bus station. He left me
with 2 bucks in my wallet.

"You're not going to need money at camp," which brought about an `in' for
sermonizing, "but you are going to need to figure out if you want to be a
fuckin' loser for the rest of the summer, or get your act together and
think maybe you could experience being a mentor to someone and having some
fun?"

"That's a lot to think about," Chad replies, inching his way out of the
water, like a crab, sitting in the sand.

Doing likewise, Joseph sat watching the afternoon sun cause ripples of
shiny water on the lake, "There is, but being it's the beginning of camp
and not the middle or end, it would be a good standard, for yourself, to
set your mind on living by the camp rules, learning to get along with
everyone, because that's the name of the game when living in a
community. Not only this, but once you set a standard for yourself, others
might catch on."

"They're going to think I'm an ass-kisser!"

"So kiss their ass. It's not going to make your lips chapped!"

"Really?" Chad asks, like something really bizarre, like putting clamps put
on a man's nips and he likes it?

"No. You don't have to kiss ass. No man should have to, unless they're
having sex. Regardless, just be yourself, but before you do, think of how
you want yourself to be."

Chad was silent.

"Well?" Joseph asks, rubbing dried sand off his chest.

"I'm thinking," Chad replies.

"That's a start!" Joseph gets up.

Chad stands as well.

"I'm going back to the shed to find my clothes..."

Breaking in, Chad tells him, "We were naked. Remember, everyone was at
lunch?"

"Right," Joseph replies, thinking of camp protocol, "don't ask me how we
got past Ed on that one!"

"We left our clothes hanging on the trees outside the director's office."

"Right. Oh shit, I hope my chaps didn't shrink in the heat!"

Chad jokes, "You should be okay, as long as you don't get hard!"

"Shame," Joseph says, feeling up his limpness, "would have made a hot
fuck!"

"Yeah," Chad agrees, "me too!"

Walking back to camp center, to retrieve their clothing, they decided, at
least for the rest of the day, to go their separate ways and try to ignore
each other, until each figured out the recourse to how they were reacting
to each other right now.

Back at camp center, all of the clothes were gone, Joseph complaining,
"Where the hell are my $200 chaps?"

"Yeah," Chad, not exactly knowing what `chaps' are, but a big shopper at
one time in his life, "I used to shop designer labels too, when I had the
loot!"

There were a lot of loose ends to Chad's life history, Joseph wondering
where all of life's roads led, but right now, both of them standing there,
with hands over their pubes, for privacy, with hearing voices, Joseph says,
"I bet they have clothes on!"

Hanging at the corner of Ed's office building, they watched from the
direction the voices had emerged. Sure enough, at least the guys were
half-naked, clothes from the waist, down, boots on their feet.

Chad sulked, not over lack of clothing, "They're getting along so well.

An inch taller, Joseph stood behind Chad as they peer out into camp
center. With Chad telling his thoughts, Joseph says, "You could change your
mind and start liking camp too, you know?"

In a way, Chad envied them, especially the horse play that followed, Jordan
carrying a long stick, on the end of it a pair of someone's Nouguet briefs,
attached as it were a flag!

"Damn I wish I had pants on!"

Leave it to Ed, coming from the back exit, sneaking up on them, "Well, I
thought the moon had risen," he looked upon Joseph's hairy ass, "except the
moon don't have no hair!"

Turning around, not at all surprised by Ed's voice, Joseph says, "Where's
my chaps?"

"All the clothes that were out front, Arch took them to the laundry," Ed
says.

All serious, Joseph says, "If Arch threw my chaps in the washing machine,
he's a dead man!"

A `slap in the face', from behind, Joseph hears whispered in his ear,
"Humility!"

He also was taken aback, Joseph grabbing his hand, like when he was a
little boy, pulled away out of danger, only he was being guided through the
back woods, away from the camper, counselors and security personnel, which
looking back, Chad wished he could be among them, joining in on the
amusement!

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

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