Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 09:36:32 -0500
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 22

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Giv2GeT 22

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"We seem to have a problem here?"

LL had only met Clay yesterday, with a quick handshake, as of right now.

"Clay," the cowboy reminded LL of his name, shaking LL's hand. "I know
there's much work to be done, but in my own opinion I think we should stop
rebuilding the old shack."

"The one where AJ and the other fellow fell through the roof?"

"One and the same."

"What condition is it in now?" LL asks, noticing the farmhands mulling
about, no sense of direction.

"My honest opinion? It should be torn down."

"Hold it a sec, will you?" LL says, seeing Jeff walking towards him, iPhone
extended, all ready to hand him.

"Gio. He needs to talk with you," Jeff says, all businesslike.

Like, LL is thinking, Gio already is rubbing off on Jeff, takes the
phone. Right before answering it, he says, "I think we should see about you
getting your own phone."

Ready to talk, Jeff cuts him off, "Gio already thought of it. My phone
should be arriving in about an hour."

"Geesh!" LL exclaims. "Sometimes I wonder about that boy!"

Jeff wondered himself, having spoken off and on with Gio this morning,
roughly 8 times. Most of the time it was about company business,
off-business, Gio wanting to know casual stats, for company records of
course!

Where time was money, Gio became just as aggressive as LL. Having to carry
twice the responsibility, LL officially on leave for 8 weeks, the 27-year
old has had to put in extra hours, get less sleep, add extra distance on
the road and other little tidbits which he didn't normally have to be
responsible for. Gio did it for a lot of reasons, of which money was not
one of them. True, he was paid a good, solid salary, plus benefits, which
is why he could afford driving around in a brand spanking new, deluxe Jeep
Cherokee, special ordered off the color charts, canary yellow, much like
the briefs he was wearing on the day he entered the dealership to order. He
did this, in case the salesdude wasn't getting the idea of the color jeep
he wanted made up for him. Normally this wasn't done, but for the right
price, plus Gio's charisma, being part Italian, he won the salesman over!

Regarding the phone call, requesting Gio's presence, Gio wasn't about to
make the trip alone. Well, he was never without his informal, private
chaffeur, Pavel Balicki, a 25-year old he happened upon, working his ass
off at a service station out in the middle of nowhere, in Nevada. After a
few minutes spent in the mens room at the station, he had learned enough
from Pavel, this was a dead end town he lived in. When they got back to the
truck Gio had at the time, the tire was flat. Being outgoing, a person who
could leave an impression, Pavel talked his way into a ticket out of town,
passage in exchange for fixing the flat. For Gio, it helped to make up his
mind those few private minutes with, paid off for him and the company,
securing the the 19-year old's services. He relied on Pavel to keep his
vehicles in order and when needed, keep the `motor' warm.

Gio assured LL he won't let him down, but got to thinking about it, how
he's been running his division ragged already, only the first week the head
honcho has been away.

After his last call with Jeff, Gio went back to the small suite of offices,
gathered everyone together and announced all free time cancelled, which at
first drew a great amount of criticism.

Gio lightened the atmosphere, lying a little, he was taking them to a gay
resort. Besides, if they valued their jobs...

It changed their minds and the atmosphere of the room changed dramatically,
except for one, Keith-Kyle Phillips, "Are there going to be any girls
there?"

Rusel Decker, a beefy muscle cub, who could always be persuasive with the
customer, hawks, "Knock it off Kyle-Keith. Get it through your
head. There's no such thing as bisexual. You're gay, man!"

He was young, 26-years old, even though he had a big cock and balls under
his belt, Rusel hadn't lived enough of life to act responsible, according
to Travis Wakeman, a robust burly man almost twice Rusel's age, "Mind your
manners, asshole!"

Rusel walks up to him, "I suppose you're next going to tell me to respect
my elders," he butts his stomach up against Travis.

Travis didn't disregard the feeling, it kind of cool, but trying to prove
something here, "It might be a good place to start!"

"Great. Drop your pants, turn around and bend over!"

Separately they each had their own individualism. Together, they knew how
to have fun, reason Gio was standing there, allowing things to play out.

"How about we handle it this way?"

When travis goes for Rusel's belt buckle, he backs off, "Get offa me you
pervert!"

At this moment, Bastian steps up behind Rusel, grabs his elbows, drawing
them back, and in his French accent, "This I like to see!"

Tricky, Rusel swings a foot up, socking Bastian in the balls with a light
kick.

"Ak-k-k-k-k-oh-shit-oh shit-on shit! You are such a mean boy!" he hops
around in a circle, holding his crotch.

Rick Santini, who could classified as the office fluffer, walks over to
Bastian, saying, "Maybe I should take a look to make sure nothing's
broken!"

"Get out of here... you're worse than him!" Bastian denotes Rusel as the
one who likes to bring misery.

"I didn't even hit you that hard Bastian. You're a real cry baby!" Rusel
tells him.

Pavel had been talking with Gio, while this has all been going on,
wondering how long they were going to be away, because he wanted to know
how many condoms to pack, his way of asking, he hoped they were going to be
seeing some action.

He knew soon enough, Gio calling them to order and much to their dismay,
they are informed they have to be on their best behavior, because LL will
be in the same place as themselves.

Rick had gravitated towards Keith-Kyle, asking if he was feeling horny for
a guy or a girl, which he got turned down.

Pavel, who had a never-ending flow of the spigot, turned Rich away, but
didn't give up all together, saying maybe later.

Travis knew Rich gave good head, but also knew he could really fuck ass
with his tongue and could get into some rough stuff, like a belt to warm up
his ass before getting reamed.

Rich didn't much go for the rough stuff, but loved the feel of the 40-year
old's fat 8c and how it could really work a man's ass. Sometimes you have
to make compromises to get. It's not all about getting all the time!

Finally, Gio hands the last word, "We leave here Friday morning at 6am. Be
at the front gate or find yourself another job!"

This would not be the first time they all went away together on
assignment. LL's company was one of a group of volunteers going to Haiti,
after the earthquake. They were a great bunch of office workers, but also
good at swinging hammers. When Keith-Kyle's mother's house burned down,
they pitched in to help rebuild. At times they acted like a bunch of drunk
rednecks, but deep down inside they had a love for each other, which
sometimes did make them react more than being friends.

"Camp? What in the hell do I take to camp?" Bastian questions the quorum,
after Gio leaves.

Rusel comes over, "Sorry about your balls, man, but I thought you were into
that stuff?"

He was. Bastian had numerous times gotten with guys who liked to play with
another man's balls, in the sense of causing pain, feeding both of their
zeals for getting hot and horny. It's just that, Gio had to enlighten,
"There is a time and place for everything. This was not the place."

"Oh really? Well next time, don't come up behind a guy and grab him, unless
you want to suffer the consequences, Bastian!"

To anyone else this would be strange, Bastian doing a turn around, "What
are you doing tonight?"

Walking up to Bastian, Rusel skims his hands down forearms, like he's
feeling romantically involved, "Tonight? How about get creative with your
balls?"

Apparently Keith-Kyle, who is a self-proclaimed bisexual, was feeling kind
of horny to be with a man, telling Rick he wasn't busy after work and that
he could use a little give and get.

It wasn't much of a surprise, Rick the one who first turned Keith-Kyle onto
gay sex, the 27-year old keeping it repressive for years, meeting with an
occasional guy, rarely a woman.

Travis, he really liked Rusel's bod, beefy cub-type, but there was always
the personality clash. That's why he found it necessary to make friends at
the local `cave', where bears and cubs hung out. A couple of times he lured
Keith-Kyle there and once, on his birthday, the whole gang showed up.

As for Bastian, he didn't even know there was a leather meeting place,
until Pavel felt confident enough to invite him. A closed group of men,
they were overjoyed when Pavel showed up with Bastian. A top who could act
the dominant part with little effort, Pavel was a favorite at the club,
which boasted a 5 to 30 ratio, dominant tops at the low end.

Pavel had walked in first. They knew he had brought a wannabe, submissive
type with him, which set the stage for one more sub trying to steal away a
top. Well, when Pavel pulled on the chain, they gasped, seeing Bastian,
stripped fully down, a harness woven over his chest and stomach, little
metal cutouts for his nips, and to top it off, big balls stuffed through a
leather loop, which also kept his shaft hard.

When Pavel pulled too hard on the chain, Bastian says, "Owch! That
hurt. Will you take it easy?"

Of course, just what the subs thought, happened, the minority of the club,
four dominant tops approach Pavel. One, older, handlebar stache, beard,
worked bod covered in a sheath of black hair, had heard Bastian's
remarks. Walking right up to him, he draws back his arm and plants a fist
direct center of Bastian's sixpack.

Because he had a tight core, the 29-year old didn't drop down to his knees,
but rather bent over.

"That'll teach you to sass your master!"

He laughed, but wasn't laughing for long, Bastian standing and with all of
his might, socks the top in the stomach!

Pavel knew Bastian could take a gut punch, but his fellow friend, Horst...

Wrapped up in a fetal position on the floor, Pavel was indifferent to it,
saying, "You should know not to touch another man's property, Horst."

Always cool, because that's how Pavel appeared to everyone, whether at the
leather club, the office, supermarket, everywhere. He was a cool guy with a
cool temperament.

"I hope I didn't get you into trouble, Pavel."

"Nah, but call me sir from now on or else people will suspect," Pavel
directs.

`Suspect what?' Bastian wondered, it being his first time in this scene.

When Pavel walked through the crowd, an alleyway would open up. After the
incident with Bastian, he was respected with the same courtesy.

When they got to the bar, the other topguys, Angus, Jason and Ravi, joined
him. Horst recovered, but stay at the far end of the bar, with 5 or 6 boys
around, adoring him.

The dominant crowd had their drinks in hand and turned around to face the
dude chained to Pavel's hand.

Bastian was surprised to hear Pavel say, "I wonder if you three could break
my boy in and show him what a good time we have at the club?"

Little did Bastian know, this was all planned, right down to Horst walking
over and punching him in the stomach. Of course, Bastian doing likewise was
not in the `script', but it's not like the first time ever any of them have
faced an unruly bottom boy!

"Hmm," Angus, a 38-year old muscle bear, red hair topping his head, chest
full, a streaming down his front, walks around Bastian, like he was
checking out a side of beef at a butcher's shop, "I like what I see."
Around the back he feels up Bastian's back, sweeping a hand down to his
tush, giving it a pinch, "Firm."

While at Bastian's back, one of the others, Jason, begins his assessment,
hands on shoulders, feeling down the sides.

Regardless, probably because the other dude was younger, Bastian couldn't
help but crack a little smile, looking at the other one talking to Pavel.

With the other two still checking Bastian out, Pavel dictates, "Okay,
Ravi's going to handle Bastian tonight."

Of course, the peak condition Bastian was in, little if any fat on his bod,
firm, hairy pecs, lightly haired six pack and thin happy trail sinking
beneath the leather ballgag, no wonder all eyes were on the handsome hunk
when he was ushered in.

With Ravi walking up to Bastian, he says, "Whoopie!"

Ravi wasn't amused, slapping Bastian across the face, barking out an order,
"You will not speak unless spoken to."

Bastian turns a cheek towards Pavel, "Are they all this mean?" Slap number
2, "Owch! You know you could've broken my jaw, Ravi?"

It was time to move on, Bastian getting a fist in his gut and lectured on
the art of respect.

Pavel just shook his head, saying to Ravi, "Some slaveboys never learn."
Then to Bastian, "I forgot to tell you, Ravi does boxing in his spare
time. I told him to bring his gloves, that you might be up for some
practice."

"Oh boy," Bastian replied, yet ached to feel a pair of alternating boxing
gloves pummel his abs.

Showing how they all could be at the office, pulling pranks on one another,
even after Ravi removed the harness, attached leather cuffs to both of
Bastian's wrists, hung him from a chain, split his legs, cuffing ankles,
tying them far apart, then doing some sparring, punching pecs, stomach and
the lower midsection, after the evening, Bastian wasn't at all angry at
Pavel for telling his friend Ravi to exercise the clause, `no limits.' In
fact, now Bastian and Ravi don't even wait till it's time to meet again at
the club!

Keith-Kyle would never admit it, but he did favor men over girls. He even
thought of surprising them all sometime, buying one of those tee shirts
which read, `Sorry Girls but I Suck Dick', but was holding off until he was
really sure.

Nice thing about knowing Rick, Keith-Kyle wasn't very much into a lot of
oral, more getting sucked, not sucking. Though, he very much liked a dude
getting oral on him, at times Keith-Kyle got the craving.

As far back as he can remember, Rick has had an attraction for cock. He
attributes something he did in 10th grade, which he's never told another
living soul, was sucking off his gym teacher. Strictly an oral
relationship, he decided to go out for soccer, just so he could service
coach after games and on weekends. So strong a bond had the two made, Rick
would often go over to his coach's house. Sometimes coach would have
another guy or two there. With all the exposure and nurturing, Rick got to
be an expert cocksucker. Even one time, one of the others brought a set of
buttplugs. He was sure coach would stand up for him when the biggest one
hurt so bad, Rick thought he was going to pass out. It was the first time
Rick felt betrayed, thinking coach would protect him, but didn't. He
shrugged it off and didn't hold a grudge, because eventually, years pass
and 5 big buttplugs later, he was loving it.

The next day, Rick dropped out the sport programs and took up art. It's how
Rick became Emerson Haggard's liaison with the main office. It seems that
bad incident with `trust' and falling out with coach, changed the course of
his history. Having achieved degrees and awards in art and architecture,
Rick is sought after in his field. Though, sometimes he thinks he may be
tarnishing the image, with lusting after every man's dick, Rick has been
shown what's really important in life.

Back at the farm, Jeff, who didn't really have anyone to hang with, hung
with LL, thanking him like 50 times already for the job, assuring him, "I
won't let you down."

"I know you won't," LL says with confidence, "I know the people I hire. I
just don't pick them out of a hat, you know?"

After speaking with Clay and having the knowledge of the future of both
Bryce's farm and the camp, LL set about recalling Emerson Haggard, who was
en route, back to the main office. He hadn't even left town, doubled back
to where LL was standing right now. He instructed Emerson to take notes,
while walking the grounds with Clay.

Clay had thought LL would be with them and felt proud when LL said there
wasn't any need, that Clay knew the environment of a working ranch.

The others, LL set them out to clear all the brush, from the farmyard to
the fence and to keep going until they hit the lake.

As for Jeff, he and LL were in a truck, heading for the lumberyard.

When they get there, Jeff says, "I think we might know one of the guys
exchanging words?"

Sure enough, there was Andres, more than in conversation with another guy.

"Andres looks pretty hot," Jeff says.

"Oh really? I thought you didn't like him?" LL replies.

"I didn't mean `hot', like in `hot!' I meant, like `hot under the collar'
`hot?'"

LL says, turning the ignition off, "That's what I thought you didn't mean!"

Getting closer, after stepping out of the truck, LL says, "That's Andres'
brother, Samuele. I wonder what this is about?"

About 10 feet from the heated discussion, LL notices Andres recognizing
them, mouthing words to the effect he had to go.

"How convenient," LL says to Jeff.

Jeff says, "He's a wimp anyway."

"Now, now, no name calling," LL says.

"Sorry," Jeff replies, thinking himself childish.

"Fuckin' wimp!"

Jeff says, "I love how you can turn it on and off."

"Oh, you're talking about my charm?"

"All of it," Jeff replies.

Samuele had walked away into the lumberyard office, LL and Jeff catching
up.

They walk in on him, sitting at his desk, looking down indiscriminately,
holding his head in his hands, to which LL interrupts Samuele's train of
thought, "Ahem!"

"I'm sorry," Samuele gets up, changing composure instantly, "I didn't know
anyone was there," he extends a hand.

They had met only once before, LL saying, "I'm glad to see you again."

Jeff stood there, arms folded over his chest, a smirk on his face, watching
the two carry on. Finally he remind, "LL, did you remember to bring the
shopping list?"

There was no list. No yet, because plans were hanging on what his team had
to report. Though, foresight, Emerson Haggard shows up, "Oh good, Emerson,
you made it."

Introducing one of his employees, it is revealed by Samuele, "Good to meet
you, Emerson. I have some architectural experience under my belt as well."

Emerson could see Samuele had something there under his belt, but he knew
when LL was bent on a business matter, he better stick to business,
"Great. Maybe we can use you in our planning."

As with Jeff, instantaneously in acceptance, LL says, "Of course we can use
Samuele's expertise, if he's willing to become our partner in the project."

"Just what is your project?"

As he says it, a Fedex dude enters, asking, "Is one of you gentlemen Jef
Laird?"

Even if he wasn't getting a package, Jeff would make sure he introduced
himself, "That's me," he smiled.

"Sign here," the delivery dude says.

However, there wasn't anything exchanged between the two, Jeff shrugging
his shoulders. Before tearing into the package, he looks at the label,
seeing his name spelled, `Jef' and not `Jeff'. No big deal, though Jeff
thought with life suddenly spinning 360, maybe he should change up the
interface. He smiled, thinking of himself now as `Jef', which sounded
bolder than it was! Inside was his iPhone. Playing with it right away,
since the subject of LL and other two dudes didn't pertain to him, though
Jef kept a keen ear, he found his phone loaded, "Wow!"

"Wow, what?" LL asks.

"Gio. He like loaded my phone with the whole database of everyone who works
at the company!"

"Check," LL tells him, "see if Gio set you up with all the takeout places,"
then he went back to his work.

Jef couldn't keep a straight face, laughing, again LL ducking in and out of
being funny and serious.

They weren't talking `all' business, but rather Samuele's business, which
had to do with why the brothers were arguing out in the parking lot.

Apparently, Andres was supposed to meet up with representatives from a
company which has further branches in the building industry. Instead, he
was at a motel in town having sex with two members of the high school
football team!

It made Jef at least smile, LL directing at him, "Let that be a lesson to
you Jef, not to mix business with pleasure..." there was a lull, like there
was a punch line to follow, LL delaying, "unless you can both agree on the
terms."

Said like it was really a bylaw of a company, Jef wasn't sure if LL was
joking, or not, so just smiles, saying, "I'll keep that in mind."

He did smile more, catching LL's wink!

The others thought him serious, Emerson saying, "Good point LL."

Going on with his story, Samuele was frank with them, saying the account
Andres fucked up would have boosted the sales and production of the lumber
company. "Now, I'm not sure how long our doors are going to be open, with
our rivals getting the huge revenues."

"Unless you become our partner in the venture we are about to embark on..."

Emerson interrupts, "Um, LL, we haven't waited for Gio, with the final
study?"

Jef excuses himself, as Emerson and LL have `heated' words, which from time
to time LL was entertained by debate.

It goes back and forth, LL almost sure it will go through and all the plans
they have, purchasing all, except the upper right hand corner of the camp
and because Bryce's farm could go into default at any time, the only way
was for them to snatch up both properties.

There were further considerations. Tearing down the fence between, there
would be considerable room to expand on the athletic venue of the warrior
running idea. Emerson had already worked out where the whole of the living
area of the camp would be torn down, temporary showers and lavs rebuilt,
along with swimming pools, tennis courts and some other sports amenities.

As for Bryce's farm, it would still retain the name. Every building on the
property, would be torn down and dormitories, in the style of a western
town, built. Other outlying buildings would be stables, barns and other
itinerary for developing a parcel into a working farm.

Samuele sat back in his chair, amazed at the landscape transformation,
saying, "Those properties have been like that for yours. It would
definitely make an impact on the environment."

"Yes, and that's another thing," LL proposes, "eventually down the line we
hope to establish an environmental center."

Emerson adds, "We are already planning on everything `Green' and solar
where we can foster it."

"Sounds like something which will benefit the town."

LL says, "As well as `you', Samuele."

"LL?" Emerson again warns, like it's not a done deal?

Whatever, in walks Jef, saying, "I've just gotten off the phone with
Gio. He says they have a little more figuring, but everything looks like a
go!"

It was great hearing the news, for all, especially Samuele, but LL had his
eyes on Jef, "That's great Jef," he gets up out of his chair, "Welcome to
the team," he was so proud, he couldn't help himself but give Jef a strong
hug, "I'm really proud of your listening and quick-thinking action."

"Um, you think I might be giving Gio some competition?"

"I'll definitely keep it in mind when your review comes up!"

"Review?" Jef became all worried, "Like, when is that?"

"Emerson, I'm taking Jef out for some brunch. Open up a bank account for
Samuele," looking up at the ceiling, "and buy some light bulbs!"

So loosely run was Camp Rufghup, that no one knew no one was there, except
those up in the upper right corner pocket of the property.

Gabe and the college jock he befriended, Richard Smith, had slept in at the
hospital, in the waiting room. Gabe had dozed first, but upon waking in the
morning, Richard had keeled over, his ear `listening' to Gabe's cock-beat,
one leg over the opposite arm of the sofa.

When Gabe woke, with a yawn, looked down, he joked to himself, "Would be
nice!" Instead, he woke Richard up and toyed with the idea, "Ready for some
breakfast, dear?"

"Dear? Isn't that like early 1950's, not that I was around?"

"You've got a smart mouth, but a really nice smart mouth!"

Richard says, "Aren't you going to kiss it, `dear'?"

They had come a long way in such a short time, having spent all day
yesterday together, running, swimming, jumping, climbing, hugging even
though sweaty, then hearing the bad news, rushed over to the
hospital. Richard even gave Gabe his shirt, finding a hospital staff shirt
to cover his chest.

No sooner had they awoken, the doctor came, saying AJ and Ron were ready to
`go home.'

Leaving the hospital, AJ was silent, Ron telling all about the food, which
was decent, but the focal point of his telling, was the hot nurses, which
Ron, after shooting his mouth off about how hot their crotches were, "Oh,
sorry if you're not gay, Richard."

"He's gay," Gabe says. He also tries to get his son to say something, "Are
you all right, AJ?"

"I'm fine."

He detected something wrong, so didn't provoke. It might be better leaving
things to a man to man, heart to heart talk.

Since Camp Rufghup seemed to have better living quarters, Bryce's farm was
abandoned. None of the guys minded doubling up on cabins and as it turned
out, only one cabin was light on the inhabitants, LL's living
quarters. Matter of fact, he was alone. However, he wasn't alone right now,
after helping Jef move his things in.

It was also the largest of the cabins, "This is only temporary, until my
team joins us on Friday night."

"Our team," Jef corrects, stripping his shirt off.

"I know this sounds `gay', but you're quite beautiful."

Whereas Jef was mostly smooth, except a thin trail, when LL strips off his
shirt, "You're not so ugly, yourself."

"Oh thanks," LL balls up his stinky shirt, hurling it at Jef!

Catching it, Jef gives it a whiff, "I like the smell of your sweat."

Joking, LL says, "Oh cool. You want to smell my pits?" he laughs his ass
off.

"Have any of your team members ever gotten it on with you?" Jef asks,
walking over to standing in front of him.

"Every last one of them!"

"Really?" Jef's eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Nothing more than an innocent kiss, you know, Christmas under the
mistletoe, when the Lakers win, um..."

"You mean none of them have stood naked in front of you..."

LL could swear his hair particles were touching Jef, saying, "Let's just
say, in regard to my team, I have ever felt so... like..." and he couldn't
hold back, taking Jef in his arms and kissing.

Pushing his hands against LL's chest, Jef applies pressure, jacking the two
apart, "Um, I don't think we should confuse merit with... sex?"

Like, LL hadn't thought of it himself, how Jef dived into his position,
immersing himself in the affairs of the company, proving his worth, "You're
right. I don't know what got into me," LL casually wipes his lips.

Cracking a little smile, Jef replies, "You're a hot man, LL, but I... oh,
what the hell!"

This time it was Jef instigating the kissing, but way beyond, crocking his
neck to taste LL's hairy nip.

When his knees start to buckle, it's LL catching by the side of his bod,
"Oh no. Allow me!"

Jef wasn't sure about of this, his boss sinking to his knees, "I know this
is wrong, but I find it compelling to have sex with you, LL."

Stopping for a moment, looking up, LL says, "Oh, is that what this is all
about?"

"What?" Jef shows an inquisitive look on his face.

"I didn't know you were gay?!" LL laughs.

Jef just shakes his head, reaches down, "Give me your hand."

Of course, the only thing to come to mind, LL figures Jef wants a handjob!

Taking it, Jef pulls LL to his feet, "There's a proper and improper way of
doing things."

Starting with a period of foreplay, Jef takes control, laying down on the
bed. Hands on his belt, he starts to unbuckle.

At a loss for something to do, except bite his lip, LL bends over, "Oh no,
allow me!"

Placing hands behind his head, Jef says, "Now, where did I hear that
before?"

Giggling, LL knows he just used it. He could say it until it became worn
out, an eternal objective. Of company matters, everyone looked up to the
boss, but behind closed doors, he could assume the role, "Trust me, I can
become quite the obedient sex-slave!"

"Interesting," Jef says, "like, how far can I make you go?"

It was all laughs, humor, LL not sure how far to take this, but feeling
oh-so-horny, but rather than take the time, "Ask Gio sometime!"

He didn't give Jef much time for question and answer time, pulling his
pants off, almost dragging Jef off the bed. Jef had to grab onto one of the
wooden posts, holding up the bunk above, in order not to slide off the bed,
"I hope this thing is put together sturdy!"

Not listening too much, LL salivated, watching Jef hold on, both hands
clasping a single beam, bod stretched out, all the right muscles
flexing. As he pulled off the outer garment, coupled with Jef stretching,
it made the briefs sag way below his navel, making the thin treasure path
longer.

Relaxed once more, Jef reaches down to his cramped up briefs.

"No..."

"I know," Jef withdraws his fingertips from the elastic of his briefs,
"allow you!"

As he lifts the elastic over Jef's pent up stalk, LL says, "Have you
thought about where you want me to start?"

`Weird request,' Jef, a little lost for words, "Cock?"

"And how would you like that?" LL says, tossing Jef's briefs to the side.

Suddenly there's an intrusion, "Don't give the bitch a choice!"

"What tha..." Jef says, looking upon an African-Italian-American dude he's
never seen before, decked out in camo fatigues.

"Gio! What are the hell are you doing here?" LL is caught cock-redhanded!

Gio says, eyes gazing to the bed, "We finished up on our project, so we
decided to come down and check out the boys!"

Jef, recognizing the name, even though not the face, sweeps his legs over
the side of the bed, tearing his cock out of LL's hands, offering a
handshake, "Hi. I'm Jef Laird."

Not wasting any time, Gio walks over to the bunk, and `crushes' Jef's hand
in the fold of his arms going around the outside.

He didn't expect it, more thinking on a business level, "Wow!" he exclaims
softly.

Standing, lower half of his bod pressed against Jef, Gio remarks, "Mm-mm,
you're a hot one," proceeds to kiss Jef on the lips.

"Um, excuse me?" LL clears his throat, wanting to ask about the others.

Breaking off, Gio asks Jef, "Are you guys playing the sex-slave game?"

"Sex-slave game?" Jef inquires, his mind still electrified by Gio's kiss
and physical hold on him.

Then, the parade starts, with Rick Santini entering, "Oh cool, are we
playing the sex-slave game?"

They were like clones, Jef watching each man enter, dressed in wavy green
clothing, carrying gear on their backs, or rolled up sleeping bags.

"Nice!" Rusel Decker says, the 26-year old, obviously very muscular,
carrying a sleeping bag, plus a heavy carrier on one shoulder.

Travis Wakeman, the beefy bear of the group holds a camping stove, up on
its side, on his shoulder, says excitedly, "Hey, I get first dibs on
bottoming for Jef!"

Bastian, officially Sebastian Dash-Ducasse, seeing an opportunity, Jef's
sixpack abs, walks right over to him, asking, "Hey, you into trading off
gut-punches?"

Gio says, "Give the guy a chance, Bast. Beat it!"

"Fuck you!" Bastian says to Gio, asking for it.

Jef watches everything unfold, like a circus act.

"Anytime you want to get rid of Bast, do this," Gio says and seemingly
without warning makes a fist, draws it back, hurling it into Bastian's
ribcage.

"Ukghghghgh-oh-fuck!" Bastian responds, holding his stomach like he's going
to hurl!

Walking right over, acting like nothing took place, Pavel Balicki asks,
"Hey, you got any beer, LL?"

In the meantime, while LL is informing the driver of how this is a camp for
rehabilitation and there's no alcohol, and while Gio is instructing the
others, another one of the guys sees an in, "Hey Jef, I'm Keith-Kyle. I'm
bisexual."

Jef laughs, which is nothing new, because the whole bunch of them seem like
a comedy act, "Nice to meet you, bisexual-Keith-Kyle. So, how does a guy
like you fit in with a bunch of faggots?"

Truthfully, Jef has never known any bisexual guys, didn't rightfully think
they existed, or if the gays he's known were bisexual, they never said.

"If I'm in the mood I'll involve myself. When I'm not, a good book is what
I keep handy."

Gio affectionately cuddles Keith-Kyle's shoulders, cradles them in his
massive hands and placing a hand on his colleagues shoulders, "He always
keeps a copy of `The Joy of Gay Sex' in his backpack!"

Wearing a red ballcap, "Hey, I'm Rusel. This geek trying to tell you he's
bisexual, don't believe him."

"I am!" Keith-Kyle claims."

Putting an arm over Keith-Kyle's shoulders, nudging Gio out of the way,
Rusel says, "Whateva... he gives a good blowjob, but Rick, he's the real
connoisseur!"

"Heard my name mentioned," Rick steps into the arena, addressing the
newcomer, "Hey, you want a blowjob, Jef?"

"Maybe," Jef thinks it's premature, but not surprised, "after I get to know
you."

Slapping Rick with the back of his hand, Rusel blames, "Where's your
manners, Rick?"

"Oh," Rick says, "I'm Rick," he holds out his hand.

In the meantime, Keith-Kyle has wandered away, Rusel saying, "Rick is
amazing, can swallow two cocks at once, if you're ever up for it?"

"I'll keep that in mind," Jef looks through a portal, seeing Gio speaking
with LL.

Apparently, Gio had reverted to talking business with LL.

Rusel got so horned up, making Rick feel the same, they went to check out
the cabin showers.

The elder member of the bunch, Travis, 40-years old, drops by to introduce
himself, "I'm Travis."

After again giving his name, which he figured was worn out by now, Jef
asks, "What's your position?"

"On my knees, but I can also get into sinking my tongue deep into..."

"No, I meant you're position with the company?" Jef says.

"Oh," Travis stops to think, "that position! I'm an attorney. Not only for
the company, but also personal attorney for LL."

He was very cute, rounded goatee, a little gray, which fit Travis' face and
build, plus the overall demeanor, which Jef thought could be either serious
or happy-go-lucky, he toys, "Now, what were you saying before?"

`Rats!' Travis thinks, LL giving the call to order. "We'll have to continue
this conversation later," he wasn't giving up hope!

However, it was Gio taking on the duties of leading the quorum, "I don't
know about the rest of you, but I need my paycheck. LL informs me that if
we're not working for the next few days, we don't pull a check," Gio looks
at LL, mumbles, "the bastard!"

Jef looks to LL for reaction.

"I don't get mad... I get even!" LL replies, making a motion with his hand,
like turning the knife in Gio's back!

Gio replies, to that, "If I feel teeth, you won't have any left to chew
your supper!"

Then they are interrupted by Rusel returning, Rick licking fingers and
lips.

"Pig!" Pavel calls it.

Travis asks, "Need help cleaning up, Rick?"

"Nice of you to make it," Gio tells them, seeing the duo entering the room
from sources unknown.

"His fault," Rusel says, pointing the finger at Rick.

"Oh?" Gio says, looking at Rick.

LL finally involves himself, "Maybe you should give us an account of your
tardiness, Rick?"

"Well," Rick, who walked back into the main part of the cabin, camo shirt
over his shoulder, instead of clad to his bare upper bod, says, "It all
started when we were talking to Jef, Rusel and me..."

"Rusel and `I'?" Travis corrects.

"Oh damn, I wish you were there," Rick says, which sends the room into raw
laughter!

Jef really doesn't know what he got himself into, walking into a position
with LL's company, inheriting this crowd of hooligans. What started out as
business, quickly changed into something of a sex-crazed fairytale, Rick
describing a play by play account of him and Rusel going to the showers,
under the pretense of checking out the interior design. It didn't take long
before Rusel dropped his pants, Rick fishing out his stiff 9c. It got hot
quick, Rick stripping off his shirt, Rusel just undoing the buttons of his
own, pulling it from his camo trousers.

"Nice," Travis says when Rick tells of almost choking on the volume
extracted from Rusel's shaft, catching the overflow in his hands, "sorry I
missed it!"

Shy at first, Jef thought it okay to open up, share, "Maybe next time,
Travis!"

It was like an initiation, Jef feeling welcomed into the group, taking his
remark as if the funniest joke they've ever heard.

Best yet, is when LL comes over and says to Gio, but addresses Jef, "Put
Jef on salary, starting today."

A difference of opinion, Jef says, "I thought I started yesterday?"

Smiling, LL says, "Take care of him Gio. I need to speak to Travis." He
walks away.

"Nice going," Gio says, smiling at Jef.

"I'm a person who speaks their mind."

Gio replies, "I like that in a man."

"So," Jef stutters, "when do I get to see you without a shirt?"

"If you're up for it tomorrow morning, we can run through the woods in our
skimpy shorts? I do 5 miles every morning."

"Only 5?" Jef replies.

Eyeing Jef down and up, "I challenge you to keep up."

"Up? Like, how would you mean that Gio?"

Half-Italian, his suave side was kicking in, "That remains to be
determined!"

LL calling Gio over, Jef saw how business could work along with pleasure,
the group gathering for a powwow.

Having met everyone, Jef's eyes seemed to gravitate towards the senior
member of the group, which he thought it kind of weird to single out the
oldest guy over all. Even though others painted the portrait of him being
very muscular, of Travis' beefy, stocky build, he couldn't help but keep
stealing glances. It humored him to think what Travis would think about a
22-year old guy stalking him!

Then, thinking about the real purpose of the office staff being here, Jef
shakes his head, like bugs in his head, thoughts of boys and sex clouding
his thoughts, fleeing.

Ready to step out the door to take a guided tour, LL cautions, "Uh, Jef, I
think maybe you should put on some appropriate clothing?"

Jef put on the brakes, a foot swinging out the door, hands caught on the
molding, "Right!"

Of course, the others didn't approve of LL's directive, Rick saying, "We
`could' bring ourselves down to his level?"

"Get your hand off your buckle, Rick!"

Jef would find out sooner than later, how the guys have unofficially paired
off, Rusel/Rick, Gio/Bastian, Keith-Kyle/Pavel, with Travis as a stand in,
when Keith-Kyle didn't feel like boy-sex.

Things could change, LL confided with Travis, softly saying in his ear, "I
think Jef has the hots for you!"

"Now what would he want with a 40-year old, old man?" Travis
replies. "Besides, according to Gio, it looks like he caught you and Jef,
with his pants down. Like, what would have happened if we couldn't leave
work early?"

LL smiles, says, "Um, a boyfriend who cheated on me?"

"Hm," Travis had his doubts, "we'll see about that!"

Though, when Jef finally shows up at the door, Travis had to admit he
looked mighty-fine without so many clothes on!

Another thing, the boss could be right, Travis following LL, Jef
gravitating towards them both.

"What did you say your function in the business was, Travis?"

LL, beginning their walk, looks back, right into Travis' face and smiles.

"Um, attorney. I'm like, the first person a client sees, before entering
into a partnership with the business. I help get all the legal stuff out of
the way," Travis responds.

He couldn't recall, falling back, or Jef's quickened footsteps catching up,
making them walk side by side.

"Sounds like an important job. You have a lot of responsibility," Jef says.

Having heard `enough', LL says, "Jef, you know the camp pretty much so?"

"I know my way around without getting lost," Jef replies.

"Our group is kind of big. Why don't you take Travis and head out in that
direction," LL throws his right arm to the side.

"Sure, if you think so," Jef says.

Keith-Kyle says, "Hey, we can go with them."

Not according to LL, "No, Keith-Kyle, you're going with us."

It then became crystal clear to the whole bunch, LL's intentions.

Pavel throws an arm over his bud's shoulder, "C'mon Kee-Kyle. We know when
we're not wanted!"

As the pair walks off, up the same path LL had put them on, Keith-Kyle
rants, "Who's going to suck you off when I'm not interested?"

"Son," Pavel addresses, 2 years older, "I'll just have to make you gay all
the time and not just part time!"

"Like, how's that going to work?"

Meanwhile, Jef and Travis have left the group, heading off towards the
lake. It would take a good half hour at least, for LL to circle the camp
and serpentine down through the warrior course, before turning out onto the
path to the lake.

After about 8 minutes, Jef, though he endured the pebble he placed in his
boot, long enough, "I gotta stop."

"What's wrong?" Travis asks, watching Jef sit on a boulder.

"I think I've got a stone in my boot," he begins unlacing a few strands.

Sitting on a rounded boulder, it was kind of awkward reaching down, which
made Travis smile, "Here, allow me."

`Allow me, huh?' Jef smiles, thinking he knows where Travis got that from!

Holding the boot upside down, Travis reports, "Yep. Stone plummeted right
out."

While Travis held the boot up, played with it, feeling a hand inside to
make sure, little did he notice Jef, working a few buttons of his shirt
loose!

Turning around, he had to lick his lips, seeing Jef in a relaxed pose, one
knee up, shirt slightly tousled, enough so, from the side a person could
see a perky nip, "Here's your boot."

Hands behind head, looking up, Jef replies, "Ah, it's so beautiful out
here," he peers to the sky.

"Sure is," Travis couldn't deny, looking at the lizard sunning on the rock!

Then suddenly sitting up, more was visible, Jef saying as he scooted down,
"But we better get moving or we'll never get there," though Jef didn't
really have a target.

"Here," Travis says, down on one knee, "slip your foot in. I'll take care
of the rest."

In doing so, Travis didn't exactly pay strict attention to what he was
doing, taking several glances upwards.

Each time, Jef purposefully looked towards the sky, or forest, anywhere
except down at Travis!

"There! All set!" Travis pops up. Truly, he didn't mean it, the back of his
hand grazing Jef's crotch, "Oops! Sorry. I didn't mean that. Really I
didn't!"

Whether he did or didn't, Jef wasn't sorry for reaching out, forming a hand
around Travis' crotch, "Hm, putting my boot on makes you hard?" he drops
his hand.

"You don't have to stop you know?" Travis says.

"Wouldn't want you to cream in your pants, Travis!" he laughs.

Since being freely touched, Travis is inclined to do the same, "I'd sure
like to catch your cream!"

"Careful," Jef warns, his hand on Travis' hand, "us dudes in our 20's
produce twice as much cream. Wouldn't want to make you choke!"

"Yeah, but older guys are more experienced at swallowing faster then you
yunghuns!"

Bouncing his butt off the side of the boulder, Jef pounces against Travis'
stomach, "Oh, sorry."

"I bet you are," Travis feels free to slide his hands in against Jef's
ribs, "bet your sorry about these buttons popping open too?"

"Oh-h, your hands feel so nice!" Jef's head drops back.

Instead around the back, Travis sinks south, then around the back, "Bet
your ass is as hot as your balls?"

"I suppose we can kill a little time," Jef says, his hands going to the
buttons on Travis' shirt.

Travis finishes the detail of Jef's shirt, pushing is back over his
shoulders.

>From there, Jef strips his own shirt, Travis working feverishly to catch
up!

Hands working on his pants, Jef is interrupted, "No, allow me!"

Rolling his eyes, at the same catch-phrase, he wonders just how far down
the company LL's words of courteousness has traveled!

"Wait!" Jef says.

About to sink to his knees, Travis asks, "What's up?"

"You," Jef replies. "You didn't give me a chance to feel all this," he paws
Travis' meaty pecs.

With primarily being Pavel's fluffer, Travis has been used to being
manhandled. When Keith-Kyle joins in, sometimes hands feel up his bod, but
usually Pavel commands all the attention, which is why he shares, "I'm not
used to all this... `hands-on' action?"

Hands then slip over Jef's shoulders, over his back, Jef wanting to taste a
perky nip, saying before chomping, "Maybe you're long overdue."

A long, long sigh escapes Travis' lips, dropping his head backwards,
"Ah-h-h-h-h-oh-h-h-h-f-f-f-fuck-yeah!"

Jef cups his lips, then teeths, licks, makes love to each of Travis' nips.

His hand pays attention to his hard shaft, still pent up in his pants, "Oh
man am I hard!"

"I wonder why?" Jef replies, picking up his shirt and putting it on.

"Wait! You're not going to leave me like this?" Travis says, watching Jef
walk away.

Laughing, Jef says, "I'll take care of it later," he buckles up, shifting
his own pants around to accommodate!

"Fine," Travis says like he's annoyed, but not really, because there `is'
going to be a `later!'

LL thought he knew the landscape, but had ventured a little too far east
and following the northern trail he wound up at the cottage Ed Farley had
given up at the beginning of the camp season.

By far, it was the largest and nicest looking of the cabins, which stirred
Gio's interest, "How come we're staying in that little, rinky-dink cabin,
when we could be staying in this Swiss chalet?"

It wasn't a chalet, though a nice size `cabin'.

Noticing the boarded up look, Rusel says, "Dah, it's probably a rat's nest
inside."

Not sure himself what it was used for, if it was habitable, LL says,
"Fellas, we have 30 minutes to meet up with Jef and Travis?"

Then they hear something, Gio picking up on it and attuned to the sound of
a male groan, "Sh, I think I heard something," he starts walking towards
the porch.

Knowing Ed Farley warned everyone to stay clear, thinking it might be in a
condition of being condemned, but now signs of human life, it made LL
curious as well.

Knocking on the door, Gio says, "Hey, anyone in there?"

Heeding Ed's warning, LL tells him, "C'mon Gio. You made a mistake."

"No he didn't... I mean," Rick shuts up, realizing, even though they are
not in a business setting, `the boss is always right,' even if he is wrong!

Knowing he couldn't get around this, LL says, "Okay, we heard something,
but the camp director has insisted this place is out of limits. So, let's
just leave peacefully, guys?"

Stepping down the wooden stairway, suddenly the door opens to Gio's back,
"Who are you?" a dude steps out, closing the door behind him.

Not used to being sassed, Gio turns back around, hikes up the steps,
"Curious. Who the fuck are you?"

Casper Black, involved in helping his friend make a video, stood there,
barechested, sweaty, cracking a smile, "You ever done any acting?"

"You mean like pretending my cock is up your ass?" Gio replies.

LL tries his influence, "Gio, we've got to go. Now!"

"Catch up with you later, boss," Gio replies, not breaking his gaze upon
Casper.

And like, it has been already seen, true to pair offs, LL leaves, Bastian
saying he'll keep an eye on Gio.

While standing there, Gio sees a shiny, bright object hanging out of
Casper's pocket, "You use these on you, or another guy?" asks, pulling the
hanging end of a nipclamp, extracting the whole nip torturing gadget.

Bastian just got the willies looking at the chain in Gio's hand, "I'd like
to try them on?"

"You would, would you?" they can see Casper thinking, rubbing a hand over
his blond, scruffy shadow.

Gio allowed Casper to ramble on, swearing them to secrecy about what goes
on inside the cabin.

He loved hearing Bastian say, "I'll agree to anything!"

Equally, he liked Gio's response, "Got any other gadgets to torture this
bastard?"

It was the key to the door opening, Casper telling him, "Why don't you come
in and go shopping?"

Walking in, he saw many of the apparatus' used for securing a man filled
up, "Awesome!"

Orrin, former camp counselor was pitched over a sawhorse, arms and legs
tied to each of the for legs. Behind him a power-dildo was stuck in his
ass, which after introducing Gio, not Bastian, to Roahn, his cameraman,
says about Orrin, "It's on a timer. Kicks in every fifteen minutes. As I
figure it, he's a top, so to have a dildo inflicted, really ticks him
off. Did in the beginning, but that was 2 days ago. Prostrate is really
getting a workout."

Gio looks under the sawhorse, "Saving the rich, creamy goo I see?"

Of which Casper sees this a fitting moment, addressing Bastian, "Thirsty?"

Bastian looks to Gio, who walks off, "I think I'll check out what's up with
these other hunks."

It wouldn't be the first time, nor the second, Gio has turned him over to
another guy to play with. Every time it was the same, Gio checking out a
guy, to see if it could be a trustworthy situation, then going off to have
some fun for himself.

First order of business, Casper says, "Strip!"

Knowing the protocol, Bastian replies, "Yes, sir."

"You can forget the formality crap. All I want to do is use you for my
pleasure. Could be good for you, depending on what you're into?"

"Lots of stuff; cock and ball torture, nip torture, whipping, love gut
punching..."

"Nice. How about pain threshold?"

"No limits, doing stuff I'm used to," Bastian is down to his briefs.

Holding each garment, Casper says, "What about trying new things?"

"Sure, that is if I like it and not not like it?"

"We'll start with a safe word, which will be, Mercy, Sir."

"I'll try not to use it," Bastian replies, a little nervous, but more so
excited.

"I can see you want this," Casper says, watching Bastian's big junk
unraveled from his briefs.

"I think I do... I mean, I know I do."

All caught up in himself, when Casper takes his clothing to put away, he
sees Gio, stripped shirt, "How's it going Gio?"

"Just mind your business and remember, I'm still around?"

"Thanks," Bastian replies. It's not that their relationship has been all
give and get, with the bdsm stuff, finding themselves in the throes of
sweet man to man sex.

"Let's see... what first?" Casper stands, one arm across his middle, the
other pocketed in the crook of his elbow, tapping a finger to his lips,
"Why don't I work on breaking down those abs?"

"Cool."

It wasn't as Bastian expected, yet was very cool, cuffed at the wrists and
ankles, something he's had done before, before being stretched out
eagle-spread. Next surprise, Casper gathered up his sacs and fit a leather
cuff around them, allowing the chain of the parachute hang down. Walking
over to a rack, he returns with two weights.

1 pound in one hand, 2 pound in the other, "Let's see, light or heavy?"

He seemed to read Bastian's response, which was neither, bending down and
placing the 1-pound weight onto the hook of the ball parachute.

"Unn-n-n-nh-oh-h-h-h-h!" Bastian tilts his head back and squints his eyes.

Tossing the 2-pounder up in the air and catching it, Casper walks it back
to the rack, "Maybe later."

Coming back, he has some blunt-mouthed nipclamps in hand, "What else can we
do to make this more exciting?"

Bastian has had nipclamps applied, but not in the way Casper was doing it,
lightly putting one on his right nip, winding it around his neck. He
thought for sure it was going to rip off when he pulled it down to place on
his left nip and.... it did! "Ohh-h-h-h-shit!" He looked down at his chest,
his right nip all pinkish!

"Tighter. That's the key."

Since this wasn't any kind of formal encounter, Bastian asks, "How about
the chain hanging between my pecs and weighted?"

Casper wasn't used to casual conversation while torturing a guy, but
enjoyed this one instance to explain, "We don't want the chain getting in
the way of my fist or flogger?" However, he gave in, applying a moderate
weight, allowing the clinging hardware make Bastian's nips to droop. For
now he let Bastian think he was in control, but later on he could resort to
something more menacing.

`Fist' sounded hot enough, but a flogger used on his chest, "I have a
feeling this is going to be very hot... for both of us!"

While they play, Gio was observing and wondering, "These guys all
volunteers?"

Roahn, who didn't stay behind the camera all the time, "This one, Declan,
he's a camp counselor... well, `was.' I don't know the whole story, but he
got too rough on a kid last summer and the kid wound up in the hospital. I
think the kid's old man is paying big bucks to have Declan go through
hell."

"Revenge?" Gio says, though right now he wasn't so sure he liked the idea
of it, pressing for details, "He's not here of his own free will?"

Gio knows the deal, how it can be with Bastian, wanting a lookalike to a
real interrogation scene. If what Roahn was telling him, was true, then
something was terribly wrong here.

"I suppose it's what you call revenge, especially since Casper was hired to
make sure they suffered."

"And you don't think there's anything wrong with that?"

"I started out making a film for my college course, though I'm not sure
what I think now. I don't think I'm going to use hardly any of the
footage," Roahn replies.

Gio thought the Indian cute, though was sure something amiss here, so
didn't allow his hotness to distract him.

Though, it already had. Playing it cool, Casper had stuffed a ball gag in
Bastian's mouth. He couldn't use his safe word if he had to. Pure sadist,
Casper never had the intentions of allowing Bastian down out of his
bondage, until he had his fun, turning his abs to mush, stretching his
balls a foot, maiming his nips till they were raw and to top it off, making
his back look like a subway map.

As for Gio, Casper heard Roahn chatting, shooting his mouth off, offering
more than was necessary, which is why he approached the other side of the
room, holding the implement he was using to sock Bastian in the stomach, a
rubbery item resembling a butt plug.

"Don't believe everything you hear!"

"What tha..." Gio turns around, but not quick enough, feeling the back of
his head.

"What do you think you're doing, Casper?" Roahn protests.

Still down on his knees, Gio was semi-conscious, but not quick-witted
enough to comprehend what was happening to him.

With no time to fasten leather cuffs around Gio's wrists, Casper used metal
ones, fastening hands at his lower back.

"What the hell, Casper?"

"If you're not gonna help, fuckin' get outta my way, Roahn."

Fearing for his own being, Roahn stepped to the side, asking, "What are you
going to do?"

"Have some more fun!" Casper laughs.

Tall and muscular, it didn't take much for Casper to haul Gio over to a
post in the middle of the floor. Pulling Gio's arms over it, he fastened
the cuffs to a ring at lower end, which fit Gio perfectly, standing with
his back to it. A little disoriented, a glass of water thrown in his face
helped to revive him.

"Good," Casper flexes his hands, cracking a few knuckles. "Now, let's see
what we've got to work with," he takes the front of Gio's shirt and tears
it open, right down to his belt, but pulls it out, snapping the last two
buttons off.

"You better let me go if you know what's good for you."

It cost Gio the back of Casper's hand across the face, the master warning,
"You'll learn to obey, boy!"

"Fuck you!"

"Y'know, this little implement is `supposed' to be used for working over a
man's gut?"

Gio didn't say anything, wondering where this was going, or rather the
wedge which resembled shoving up a man's ass.

"Which I'll use later on you, but I think I will try it on your friend!"

Gio tried protesting, but nothing he could say would change Casper's
mind. Then, looking up, there was Roahn, like part of the wall, "Roahn,
you've got to go find my friends."

"Casper'll kill me, if he finds out!"

"What's the difference?" Gio presents, "If he harms my friend, I'll kill
you myself!"

Slowly, over time, Roahn didn't like what was happening and although he is
already involved, maybe helping to right the situation would make it easier
on himself, "I'll try."

Trying to look over his shoulder, Gio could barely make out Bastian's bod,
hanging there eagle-spread. He dreaded hearing the cries, because he knew
the implement used to work over a gut, was as big as an XL buttplug. He
knew for a fact Bastian was `tight' down there. He'd be ripped to
shreds. Suddenly he heard the sound of the lash, flogger, strap or
something else, he didn't know. He also could not determine which could be
more severe a punishment, being whipped or having his ass `widened'. One
thing was sure, if help hadn't arrived soon, he knew Casper would get to
that too!

Down by the lake, Jef and Travis weren't talking about sex, but rather sat
on the shore, firing question and answers back and forth, regarding how it
is working for LL.

"He can be very demanding at times, but none of us get any backlash if
something goes awry. If it comes to something gone wrong, Gio gets hit with
it. Then Gio filters out what needs to be said to us. Really, he, Gio keeps
things together, because we all know what LL says to him, all of it doesn't
filter down to us."

"So, what you're saying, even though Gio has attitude, there's a small part
of him which is..." Jef searches for the word, "masochistic?"

Travis stay silent.

"What? Is there something I'm not supposed to know?"

"Yeah," Travis replies, then returns to silence.

"Okay. Don't tell me," Jef says, acting like he's flustered, "I don't want
you to get into any trouble, even though I'm completely trustworthy and can
mind my own business. But if anyone shares something with me, trust me, I
can..."

"Oh shut up!" Travis says, smiling.

"What?"

Turning back to facing the lake, filtering sand through his hands, Travis
tells him, "It's how come LL and Gio are more than friends. Not in the
sense bedfellows, but very, very good friends. Happened a few years ago,
when Gio was a security guard. He thought something amiss, when lights were
left on at one of the buildings. Investigating, he happened upon a setup, I
forget, five or six men holding LL hostage. His perpetrators weren't
getting anywhere, working LL over, but when Gio showed up, it gave them new
hope."

"LL knew him then?"

"No, but LL is like this super, awesome, kindest guy you ever want to know
and it wouldn't matter if he knew Gio or not, he would never want any harm
to come to him."

"So, LL gave in before they did anything?"

"Not quite. To make an impression on LL, they took turns working Gio over,
before bringing him in to face LL. What LL recalled to the police, it took
three guys to make him stand up. And, to impress upon LL to make the
`right' choice, they beat him some more."

"I'm sure LL made the call."

"That he did. The money was delivered to the airport. Fortunately, I knew
something was terribly wrong, so alerted the authorities. It wasn't until
the next day, workers found Gio and LL."

"Not that it matters, were they caught?"

"Of course," Travis adds a lighter note, "you think I don't know how to
snag a kidnapping?"

"Gio seems okay now, but what about then, and LL?" Jef asks, with concern.

"LL got by with a few sore ribs, but Gio was pretty bad. What LL didn't
know, they had taken Gio to a loading dock, stripped him down, hung him up
by his arms and worked him over, leaving him in a terrible condition. When
the authorities were forming charges, they added a `hate crime' to it."

"Wow, that's some story. I feel so bad for Gio, but a person would never
know, looking at him now?"

"No," Travis says, "and to this day both he and LL are like blood
brothers."

"Some story."

"All true."

Then, from the shore behind them, they hear an out of breath voice, "Hey,
are you Gio's friends?"

"We are," Travis stand.

"He's in big trouble. You've got to come!"

After a story like that, Jef was ahead of Travis, keeping up with Roahn,
trying to dig for answers to questions swimming in his mind.

As for LL, Rick had tripped over a branch, so they were waiting for him to
catch his breath.

"Quiet, I think I hear something," LL says, listening acutely.

"Sounds like Jef's voice," Keith-Kyle replies.

"Ke-Kyle is right," Pavel's ears perk up, "it's coming from over there."

Naturally, they all run towards the sound of Jef's voice, on the trail they
just left.

"Rusel, grab Rick and make sure he's okay."

"Aye, aye, captain!"

Caught between Jef and Travis, Travis stopped to catch his breath and tell
the others what had transpired. Other than Gio in trouble, they hadn't a
clue, but was enough to go on, the bunch hightailing it up the trail.

Bastian, he was done for, passed out from the heavy whipping across his
back. However, call it lucky, Casper was toying with Gio, "Never got to use
this on your boy, which is nice and clean. A little lube and it should go
right into your ass, unless it's nice and tight. No fear. I'll shove it
hard until I can get it in. Lube or no lube? None? Cool!" Casper kept up
the one-man monologue.

"You're sick!"

One last thing he could do for himself, feet not tied, Gio kicks his foot
up.

Too fast, Casper says, "Oh, now that's not very nice. You know what pain
that could have caused me?"

"Too bad I fuckin' missed!"

Setting the implement he had in his hand on the table, he went to the
cupboard, returning with a rubber mallet, saying, "Ever get hit in the nuts
with one of these?"

Casper twirls the rubber sledge around in circles, right in Gio's face!

"Why don't you use it on yourself first?"

It made Casper giggle, "Such horrid thoughts," he bends down, "but first,"
ties Gio's left ankle to a ring in the floor, specifically embedded for
stretching a man's legs out wide.

Right after tying the second one, Casper says, "Oh darned it all! Forgot to
take your pants off!"

Gio knew this game. Idle threats, then producing the weapon of choice,
allowing it to sit in front of the victim, procrastinating... He only hoped
buying time for his torturer, also meant giving more time to his rescuers!

"Up here, but be careful," Roahn cautions.

Not careful at all, but with tremendous force, even though Pavel was slim
muscle man, he stormed up the stairs and kicked the door as if he were a
kickboxer.

"Idiot!" Rusel says, passing by Pavel, lying on his back.

"I think I broke my foot!"

"You deserve it. Next time use the doorknob, James Bond!"

Rusel turns it, it opening easily.

"Watch out Rus!" Gio calls.

He ducked, having missed the rubber mallet thrown at him. When he did,
Pavel, coming right behind him, was struck in the right pec, "Oh shit!"

Rusel was on Casper, faster then a bear to honey.

While Rusel did battle, LL untied Gio, "This time I do what I wanted to do
the last time."

"Well, I'm in a little better shape than last time, but tell you, if it
wasn't for Rusel busting in, I might've been missing two nuts from the
tree!"

"We got our man," Rusel says, having found and slipped over Casper's
wrists, cuffing him behind the back. "Now say your sorry," he holds Casper
in front of Gio.

"Fuck him. Fuck all of yas!"

Gio says to Rusel, "Did he say fuck him?"

"That's what I thought he said!" Rusel agrees.

Just as he set Gio up for horrific torture, the two muscle him over to one
of those sawhorses, rendering a man motionless, his ass highly accessible.

Gio tells Rusel, "Be back in five. If I'm not, start without me!"

Pulling Casper's pants down, which took a lot of tugging on his balls,
because of being bound, Rusel says, "You're making me work up a sweat, but
not as much as I'm going to be ticklin' your ass with my 11-inch fat cock!"

"I got rights!" Casper complains to Rusel.

"Not in this country!"

He wasn't 11 inches, but was enough to throw the fear into any man. "Well,
Gio's not back, so I guess that's a go for me."

Before doing anything, Rusel presses a finger into Casper's ass, which
causes small sounds off his lips.

Rusel toys, "Oh man, you're so tight. Good, because I love a tight fit!"

Rather than dirty up his cock on this scumbag, even though he really didn't
have intentions of raping his ass, he spots this black-looking thing, which
to him looked like a buttplug, Rusel thinking it so, picks it up.

"Just to let you know, when I give some guy the gift of my big, fat cock,
the pleasure he gets is immense... hope you enjoy!"

It drew the attention of everyone, Rusel shoving it full force into
Casper's ass.

"I thought you were going to fuck him?" Gio asks.

"Nah. Didn't want to dirty myself up, so used a buttplug. It was sitting
right there on the table," Rusel replies.

Gio tells him what it is and what it's used for, that probably it is wider
than a buttplug, "For once I'm glad you're an idiot!"

Rusel replies, "I love you too. How's Bastian?"

"He must've eaten something allergic. His back is all broken out!"

While LL and Keith-Kyle, even Roahn, help take Bastian outside, Gio and
Rusel check the other captives to make sure there's a `pulse'.

He knew who Declan was and what he did, because Roahn had said so. As for
the other counselor, left on the auto-pilot of the fucking machine, Gio
hadn't a clue to as why he was incarcerated in the dungeon chalet.

A total mystery was a younger dude, whom Rusel is quick to say, "He looks
younger than me, I'd say 19 or 20?"

Beautiful ginger hair covering his pecs, and stomach, Gio rubs a hand over,
"Shame what they did to his nips."

"Balls look bruised to. Looks like he took a lot before he passed out,"
Rusel agrees with Gio's lament.

Removing the ropes which kept him eagle-spread bound to the table, Gio
says, "Someone here has to know who he is."

They didn't move him though, waiting for the paramedics to arrive.

By this time word had gotten around and not only LL's clan had assembled at
the `dungeon chalet'.

"Hey," Chad Perry says, "what's Jerry doing here?" watching the paramedics
taking him out on a stretcher.

"You know him?" Gio asks.

"We all do," Chad replies, "he was one of us."

"Was? What happened to him that he wasn't... isn't?" Rusel asks, doing a
little detective work.

Joseph shows, saying, "Punched me out one day, almost killed me, leaving me
nearly unconscious, but I thought Ed threw him out of camp?"

Chad says, "We saw him get on the bus."

Right now, there weren't any conclusive answers, only speculation of what
could have happened to Jerry Wilson.

All three, Declan, Orrin and Jerry were in bad shape, having been put
through days of being fucked at both ends, beaten, whipped, cock and ball
tortured and their nips squeezed and stretched.

Regarding Bastian, he came around while attached to the stretcher,
willfully saying, "I'm so glad to see you, I could kiss you!"

LL bent over and gave Bastian a kiss.

"My turn!" Gio puckers up, rubbing hands together, but his plans were
thwarted, Bastian taken away!

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