Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 08:58:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kye, Part 15

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				   "Kye"
				  Part 15

     Kye looked down at the man spread-eagled below him.  Pornographic was
the only word he could form in his mind as he contemplated the scene.  Here
he was, on his knees, straddling Mitch's hard muscular body covered in cum.
The veins in Mitch's neck stood out as he tried to scream at Kye.  But
there was only muffled, angry screams coming from Mitch, as his mouth had
been plugged by a cum coated pair of bikini briefs.  Kye had to keep
pressure on the briefs with a few of his fingers, as Mitch had tried to
force them out with his tongue.  God, his tongue was strong!

     "Hey, somebody get the ball gag from the other room!" Kye shouted.  No
one moved.  "Please?" he said.  Dom smiled, and retrieved the gag.

     Kye worked quickly to put the ball gag in place right over the briefs,
then accepted Donnie's assistance to get it snapped behind Mitch's head.
As Donnie took his place by the side of the bed, Mitch shot him an angry
look.  If looks could kill...

     "Guys, I've always liked Mitch's hair short.  You know, how it looks
when he's just had it cut.  Real short.  I mean, that short blonde hair
looks so fucking good topping that body."  Kye was talking about Mitch as
though he wasn't even there.

     "So fucking hot, when his hair is short.  So...how do you guys think
he'd look with his head shaved?"  Everyone gasped.  Mitch tried to scream,
to no avail.

     `I think we can use some of this cum in place of shaving cream."  Most
had already dried on Mitch's body already, but the spots with pools of man
slime were still moist, so Kye scraped up as much as he could and began
smearing it across Mitch's head.  Mitch tried to move his head back and
forth to keep Kye from being successful, but Kye grabbed his head with both
hands and held it in place.

     "Come on, guys.  Some help here, please?"

     After weighing their options, Donnie joined Kye on the bed, scraping
cum off his own body and continuing Kye's efforts.  Dom ran to the restroom
to grab his razor blade.  Almost as an afterthought, he grabbed his shaving
cream, just in case they needed it to finish up the job.  But as he
returned to Mitch and Donnie's bedroom from the restroom, he had a
brilliant idea.  He made his way back to the kitchen, retrieved an aerosol
can of whipped cream, and carried it to the bedroom, leaving his can of
shaving cream on the dining room table.

     The three men made short work of Mitch's short blonde hair, and then
decided to finish the job by shaving his underarms and finishing by
removing the patch of kinky blonde hair around his cock and balls.  Mitch
had always been careful to keep the area trimmed, but all three men agreed
it looked even hotter devoid of any hair.  Donnie began to lick all around
Mitch's pubic area, removing cum and whipped cream.  Kye dove into one
armpit and Dom dove into the other one.  By the time they all were done
licking, Mitch had been thrashing so hard that he'd sprouted a boner, and
it was leaking.  Again.

     Kye was still straddling Mitch's chest, and he leaned in to whisper in
Mitch's ear.  "You look so fucking hot!  I mean, even hotter than you
usually do!  I am really going to enjoy this."

     Mitch continued to scowl and make protesting noises, but Kye ignored
that.  He got up and resettled himself between Mitch's splayed legs.  He
began again at Mitch's pits, licking and sucking what little man stink he
was still able to find there.  Then he made his way down Mitch's chest,
sucking and biting Mitch's hard nips.  Next, he worked his way down to the
luscious eight-pack of abs, licking and sucking as he went, finishing by
slipping his tongue in and out of the cute navel, and then feasting on
Mitch's cock and balls.  Kye licked repeatedly across the cockhead; he
wrapped his tongue around the shaft; sucked and licked up and down the
pulsing piece of man meat; and made sure to lap up every drop of pre-cum
that bubbled up out of the steel fuckpole that he was worshipping.  Donnie
and Dom watched in awe, as the spread-eagled muscled man writhed in
ecstasy, pulling at his tethers while Kye worked him over...  Mitch had his
eyes closed, as though he was willing himself to think that someone else,
not Kye, was making him feel so very good.  But it was all too obvious to
Dom and Donnie that even if Mitch still didn't like Kye, he liked how his
body was feeling right now.

     But Kye had never intended for these actions to be the main event.  He
climbed to the end of the bed, and took aim on the winking, pink pucker
that he found there.  Dom and Donnie slid the tethers up the bed post so
that Mitch's legs rose farther off the bed, giving Kye better access.  Kye
reached down with his mouth and ran his tongue lightly across the entrance
to Mitch's fuckchute.  Mitch groaned.  Kye ran his tongue in circles around
the pucker, getting closer to the center with each pass.  Mitch groaned
loader and began to wriggle his body.  Kye began to poke his tongue at the
opening, as though knocking to gain entrance.  When Mitch's hole remained
closed, Kye increased the licking and poking.  Mitch began to thrash
wildly, with his groans gaining in volume till they seemed again more like
muffled screams.  Still, entrance was denied.

     Kye turned to the other two and winked.  He motioned for the tube of
lube, but once it was in his hands, he waited.  Finally, Mitch raised his
head and glanced down his body to see that Kye seemed to be waiting.
Little did he know that he's just given Kye what he was waiting for.  Kye
now knew that he had Mitch's undivided attention.  He squeezed a
considerable amount of lube onto his hands, and then applied it to Mitch's
ass.  All slicked up, it was easy to force a finger into Mitch's ass.
Mitch squealed, probably less because of pain and more likely in anger,
because getting fucked by Kye was now inevitable.

     After the first finger, Kye continued forcing in fingers until he had
two from each hand worked up into the manpussy he so badly wanted to enter.
Kye began to stretch his fingers apart, each hand going in an opposite
direction, until Kye could see up inside of his future destination.  He
stopped, just to add one more finger from each hand into the hole to allow
increased stretching.  He pulled ever so slowly.  He didn't want to cause
pain.  He only wanted Mitch to surrender his ass and allow Kye to pleasure
him.

     Kye added his tongue to the hole, removing two fingers to accommodate
it.  He licked up inside the velvety chute, and Mitch again squealed.  But
Dom and Donnie could see that Mitch's eyes had rolled back into his head,
and his scream was strictly intense pleasure.  His body writhed in
pleasure, at least as much as being spread-eagled would allow.  Kye
continued to remove fingers, one at a time, and his tongue dove deeper.  He
used his tongue to massage up into Mitch's opening as far as he could go,
and with each digit removed, it could reach further.

     When all his fingers were removed, Kye formed his lips into an oval
covering Mitch's asslips, and he began to suck as his tongue speared as
deeply as possible.  Mitch seemed to be on the edge of an orgasm, his cock
leaking precum in spurts which cascaded down the length of his
hard-as-steel cock.  Kye backed off for a moment, then began all over
again, sucking and spearing.  Again, Mitch's groaning indicated he was
close, so Kye backed off.  Mitch raised his head to look down his body at
Kye, but this time there was pleading in his eyes.

     "Take off the ball gag," Kye ordered.  Donnie jumped to it.  One the
gag was off, Dom pulled the soggy briefs out of Mitch's mouth.  Mitch
immediately began pleading.

     "Fuck me!  FUCK ME!  Now!  Stick that big cock into my pussy.  Fuck
me, PLEASE!  I need it...I need it.  Please...Kye, please.  Fuck me."

     "Mitch, are you sure?" Kye asked with a grin.  Mitch responded by
erupting into a scream, his veins in his neck bulging.

     "I'm gonna fucking kick your ass if you don't fuck me, right fucking
now!"  And Mitch began pulling at his bound arms and legs trying to get
free.

     "But Kye, you don't like me.  Are you sure you want me..."

     Mitch interrupted Kye with an angrier look and a louder scream, "Right
fuckin' now!  You, do it now!  Fuck my ass, right fuckin' now!  NOW!"
Tears of frustration began to run down Mitch's cheeks.

     "Well I'm not going to fuck you."

     Mitch resumed trying to free his bonds, and he shot a look that should
have pierced right through Kye.  "My God, what is fucking wrong with you?
Just take my ass and fuck that pussy till it's raw.  I want it, NOW!

     Kye guided his throbbing cock to Mitch's spasming hole, and slid in,
not stopping until he had his wiry pubes scratching at Mitch's plump ass
cheeks.  He stretched his body up along Mitch's, until he could easily
reach Mitch's ear, and he whispered, "I'm not going to fuck you, Mitch.
I'm going to make love to you!"  And with that, Kye began a rhythm of slow
strokes designed to drive Mitch crazy.  For some, Kye only pulled out a few
inches, and then rocked back and forth, deep inside Mitch's hot cavern.
Other times, he pulled almost all the way out, and then rocked back and
forth slowly, only a few inches deep, massaging the velvety entrance just
inside Mitch's ass lips.  Still other times, Kye long-dicked Mitch's entire
asschute, almost pulling out the head of his rammer, then sinking slowly in
till he bottomed out.  With each stroke, Kye brushed at Mitch's receptive
prostate, and sometimes he jabbed directly into it on purpose.

     Dom and Donnie began to rub Mitch's sensitive tits, but Kye pushed
them away.  He stretched up to lick and nibble at one nip while squeezing
the other, and then he switched so that he was licking or pinching the
other.  Dom and Donnie moved back one step from the bed.  But the action
was so hot, so sensuous, that they couldn't keep from stroking their own
cocks.

     Mitch's cock was trapped between his body and Kye's, being stroked by
the friction of the bodies moving against each other, so both men realized
that he would be cumming shortly.  Kye sat up, grabbed Mitch's shoulders to
provide leverage, and began to pull Mitch onto his cock as he began to slam
his thick piece of man meat into Mitch's pussy.  In only a minute, both
were cumming and howling as they did.

     Mitch was gasping to catch his breath as Kye leaned in to whisper, "I
love you, Mitch."  Mitch was trying to catch his breath, and didn't
respond.  Then Kye winked at the other two guys as he climbed off the bed.
"Who's next?"

     Dom jumped to attention.  "That would be me."

     "Get up here and stick your cock in Mitch's mouth.  Let him get you
hard."

     Dom and Mitch had always enjoyed their sex time together, so Mitch
knew just how to lick and nibble at Dom's cock to get it hard almost
instantly.  But he wasn't sure he was quite ready for Dom to fuck him.  He
still hadn't caught his breathe from the fuck Kye had administered.

     But Trey's advice to Dom was to fuck him hard and fast, and Dom
thought it would be a nice change of pace after the loving fuck Mitch had
just gotten.  So he climbed down, walked around to the end of the bed with
his 7 inch joy stick waving as he walked, and got back onto the bed between
Mitch's legs.  He lined up his fuckpole, and slammed home with all 7
inches.

     "Oh, fuck," choked Mitch, as though he's been slammed in the gut.  Dom
didn't even notice, as he had already started fucking like a madman,
plunging into Mitch's manpussy as fast and hard as he could.  He knew that
Mitch might not cum this time, but really didn't care.  He just wanted to
get off into Mitch's love canal, as hard and as fast as possible.  With
Donnie twisting at Mitch's hard nips, and Kye resuming his licking in
Mitch's pits, it might not be a long wait.

     In no time, Dom could feel his nuts pulling up towards his cock, and
could feel the juice within them begin to boil.  Mitch reached up to grab
and stroke his own cock, but only got one stroke in before he shouted, "I'm
cuuuummmmmingggg...  As Mitch shot a string of manmilk up to cover his
face, Dom unloaded in his guts, whitewashing the insides of the hot, tight
chute squeezing on his unloading cock.  Mitch shot several more shots of
slime onto his own chest.  Dom smeared them as he slid up Mitch's chest to
meet the lips of the man he'd just fucked.  The kiss was short, sweet and
sensuous.  As their lips parted, both men's eyes sparkled as they smiled at
each other.  Dom whispered, "I love you."

     "Me too," Mitch nodded.  Then a groan erupted from Mitch's throat.
Kye had gone down on Mitch's ass, and was soothing the slightly swollen
asslips with his tongue.  Kye only stopped to remind Donnie to go get his
11.5 inch tool ready for the next fuck, and then he returned to caress
Mitch's hole with his tongue and kiss it gently with his lips.

     As Mitch's lover, it didn't take Donnie long to return to a full
hard-on.  Just the thought of any kind of sex, or even intimacy, with Mitch
made him hard.  Usually it happened very quickly, and today was no
exception.  But today Mitch didn't want him to be in a hurry.

     "Stay a minute," Mitch pleaded, with expectant eyes, and Donnie placed
his huge tool back in Mitch's mouth.  Mitch stretched his head up as far as
he could, and took Donnie's fucktool into his throat.  He could usually get
most of it into his throat, but had never mastered swallowing all of his
lover's cock.  Donnie recognized a determined look in his lover's eyes, and
began sliding just a little more of his throbbing cock into his lover's
throat.  But in this position, he knew he couldn't get it all in.  So he
pulled his cock all the way out, and he took up a new position above Mitch,
kneeling across Mitch's outstretch arms.

     Before Mitch could question him, he slid his cock back into his
lover's mouth.  Soon it was again at the entrance to Mitch's throat, and
with a little nudge, it slid in.  Donnie kept applying a little pressure,
and the cock continued to slide in, not stopping until Donnie was
completely embedded in Mitch's mouth and throat.

     Donnie looked up, all smiles, and exclaimed, "He took it all!  Fuck!"
Mitch began to spasm, and Donnie pulled all the way out so that Mitch could
breathe.  When he had caught his breath, he exclaimed, "I did it!  Fuckin'
A!"

     "And now, to show you how much I appreciate your efforts, I'm going to
give you a fuck to remember," Donnie told Mitch.  Mitch was all smiles.

     Donnie got to the end of the bed, and took over for Kye with rimming
Mitch's ass.  His tongue was not as thick as Kye's, but longer, so Mitch
was treated to some `deeper' thrills.

     Donnie didn't need to lube up Mitch's tail much.  It already had two
loads of spunk in there, but Donnie would be pushing even deeper than the
others, so he kept the lube handy as he sank his thick meaty tube of steel
into the hot ass of his lover.  He kept pushing in until he got to Mitch's
inner sphincter.  He bumped up against it, causing Mitch to groan each time
he bumped it.  Then Donnie pulled back a few inches, and rammed home his
fuckrod, pushing through the tight sphincter and landing a few inches
deeper.  Mitch's mouth was open as though screaming, but no sound came out.

     Donnie let his tool rest a few minutes, then began pulling out about
halfway, and then slamming it back over the spasming inner sphincter to
bottom out beyond it.  He set up a rhythm of strokes, each time pushing
through that tortured ring of muscle.  Each time, Mitch howled.  At first
it was pain, but soon turned to pleasure.

     "My god, you fucking animal, shove that big cock into my pussy.  Man,
it hurts so good!  Rip that fucker open.  Tear this slutty little pig a new
hole deep inside.  Oh, god!  Keep pushing!  I can almost taste it in my
throat.  Harder!  Fuck me harder!"

     Donnie continued steadily increasing the speed of his thrusts, and
soon he and Mitch were ready to shoot.  With one last hard thrust, Donnie
pushed as deep as he could, and exploded into the inner reaches of Mitch's
hot lovechute, while Mitch exploded once more all over his face, neck and
chest.  His face was contorted, as though it hurt to cum as hard as he did.
But soon a beautiful smile melted through the pain, and Mitch appeared as
though he was in heaven.

     Donnie decided to leave his cock in Mitch's ass until it got soft, and
in the meantime, he rested on Mitch's chest, lapping up Mitch's cum and
then sharing it with Mitch while kissing deeply and sensuously.  After a
short time, Donnie realized his cock wasn't getting any softer; in fact, it
seemed to be raring to go.  Donnie looked into Mitch's eyes, and saw
mischief.  Mitch squeezed the muscles in his love chute, and Donnie's cock
spasmed to life.

     "Okay, cocky, you asked for it!"  Donnie remarked with a smile.  Mitch
just laid there like the cat that ate the canary.

     "Think you can top the last effort, old man?  Cause if you can't, one
of these other studs could take over.  They've already proved themselves
tonight, or rather this morning, so I'm sure if you are too old or
tired..."

     With that, Donnie pulled out till his cockhead was the only part still
inside Mitch, and he slammed his cock home, hard.  "Shut up and take it,
fucker!"  And Donnie began to fuck Mitch harder than ever before, like a
madman.  A smiling, happy madman.  He pistoned in and out of the body still
spread-eagled below him, setting up a savage pace.  As he continued to
sweat all over Mitch, a thought passed through his mind.  He couldn't ever
remember fucking this hard, and having it feel so good.  He wondered if
Mitch was enjoying it as much as he was.  Hell, he knew he was!

     Mitch was getting just what he wanted, but was getting fucked so hard
that it looked like he couldn't catch his breath.  Dom and Kye looked at
each other, a little worried.  Kye moved to distract Donnie a little by
squatting down behind him and sliding his tongue into Donnie's hole,
rimming as good as he could give.  Dom began to chew on Donnie's nipples,
which were still tender from earlier in the evening.  Both men made Donnie
lose his focus, and even led Donnie to cum sooner than he had planned, but
as he slammed deep into Mitch to unload his second load into Mitch's cave,
Mitch also gasped and came again, a smaller load, onto his own chest.
Again, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he felt as though he would
pass out.  All the other men slumped onto the bed, not aware of the man
standing in the doorway, clapping.

     "Bravo!"

     "Trey, how long have you been standing there?" Kye asked.

     "Long enough to get boned up.  I'm ready for Mitch now.  Unless of
course, if Mitch is tired and not up to it.  You look pretty ragged,
buddy."

     Mitch look exhausted, but his voice sounded sexy, if not yet ready.
"Never...too tired...  for you, Trey.  Never...too tired.  But you might
just have trouble... depositing... your load.  Pretty full...in
there...already."

     "Oh, I'll get it to fit."  With that, Trey began a striptease,
removing all his clothes.  He'd still been dressed in his work clothes, and
Mitch was getting excited as Trey got naked.  Mitch, as well as the other
three men.  But the striptease was meant for Mitch, and Trey focused on
him.  When Trey dropped the pants of his scrubs, and Mitch saw that he was
wearing a jockstrap under them, Mitch closed his eyes and groaned through
his smile.  Then his cock belched a small shot of cock honey.  When Mitch
opened his eyes, they were full of pleading.  Trey recognized the look, and
he picked up speed until he was kneeling at Mitch's winking pucker.  It was
leaking a steady stream of cum onto the bed, and Trey took only a second to
lick across the swollen asslips, then he lined up his sizeable cock and
slammed it all the way home.

     It didn't take Mitch long to cease his groans of pain, and he began
whimpering in pleasure.  Trey was looking into Mitch's eyes as he slammed
his cock into his best friend's ass.  Each stroke took a slightly different
path, giving Mitch's prostate a battering.  Mitch never lost eye contact
with Trey, even as he mouthed the words, "I need to cum, buddy."

     "So do I, buddy, so do I.  But not quite yet."  Trey reached down
under Mitch to grasp his lower back, and rolled him up onto his shoulders.
He looked over at Donnie, who knew exactly what to do.  In just a moment,
Mitch's ankles were tethered near the top of the bedposts that also held
his wrist cuffs.

     Well, that answered Kye's question from earlier in the evening with
Dom.  Apparently, this was one of Trey's favorite positions, with whomever
he fucked.  Kye could only hope that he would experience that with Trey
sometime soon.

     Trey straddled Mitch's groin, lined up the bulbous head of his cock
with Mitch's swollen pucker, and slid it home.  A deep groan erupted from
Mitch's throat.  Both men knew that neither would be able to hold out long.
They had been at the point of cumming just a few minutes ago, and were soon
at the edge again.  Trey increased his ramming speed, being careful to put
just enough pressure into each downward thrust.  Although resting much of
his weight onto his shoulders, Mitch was making every effort to push up to
meet Trey's thrusts.

     "I'm cccuuummmiiiinnnnggg!" the men screamed in unison.  The volume of
Trey's spunk was not contained within Mitch's ass, already full from the
others, and as he finished his last few thrusts into Mitch's scalding love
canal, Trey pumped a mixture of the men's juice out of the hole and down
the crack of Mitch's ass.

     Trey collapsed onto the bed as Dom and Donnie released first the ankle
cuffs, then the wrist cuffs, from the bed posts.  Trey crawled up into
Mitch's arms, and Mitch, with eyes closed and mouth wide open, accepted a
deep sensuous kiss from the lips that brushed his.  When he opened his
eyes, expecting to see Trey, he saw Kye.  Kye had kissed him, but now moved
to the side to allow Trey to offer his lips to Mitch.  As they embraced,
Kye again put his mouth near Mitch's ear and reminded him, "We all love
you, Mitch!  All of us."

     Mitch broke into a crooked smile as Trey pulled away from the embrace.
"Fuck, that was good!  Anyone up for breakfast?"  And a storm of pillows
rained down on his head.

     Breakfast was continental style that morning, so that people could eat
or shower or sleep, whatever each man preferred.  All knew of the
importance of this evening's rendezvous between Kye and Lucy Gregerson, so
rest was necessary.  They couldn't afford to have anyone at less than 100%.

     A phone call came late in the afternoon for Mitch.  It seemed that
Jack needed to go to the hospital to see his brother, the lawyer, who had
been admitted just that afternoon complaining of chest pains.  For all the
pressure of his job, Jerry Sterling never seemed to take enough time to
slow down and unwind.  And no one knew it as well as Jack, unless maybe it
was Jerry`s partner (and secretary), Jordan.  Everyone had told Jerry to
slow down, and now, it seems, so was his body.

     Jack had been part of the "date" plans.  He's promised Dom that he
himself would cook the meals for Lucy and Kye.  It was the least he could
do for the man who had given him the deed to the restaurant, free and
clear.  But now, they were one chef short.  That's why the call had been
made to Mitch.  He'd been putting in many hours in the kitchen, being
tutored by Jack, and now they needed Mitch to fill in for the other chef,
Barney, who would move up to head chef.

     That left Dom in a bind.  Mitch had been scheduled as a bartender for
tonight, and it had been his job to keep an eye on the "happy couple." As
well as providing "stiff" drinks to their table to loosen Lucy up.  Dom and
Donnie were already known to Lucy, so they couldn't be at the restaurant
without raising suspicion.  Trey had no experience with tending bar, and
was already busy setting up recording equipment in a recently purchased
panel van, which would be used later in the evening, depending on how well
the "date" went.

     Dom wasn't sure if they should scrap the plan, and try to come up with
another.  Mitch came to the rescue when he remembered that Wayne, one of
the servers that he had trained to tend bar (and had also taken to bed),
might be available if he wasn't already scheduled.  They'd need to contact
him quickly, and bring him up to speed.  This just might work, Dom thought.

     Wayne was more than willing to help out.  He knew of Dom and Donnie's
issues with Gregerson, who ran his FoodMart Superstores with an iron fist,
giving his employees only what little he had to in order to keep them
working there.  Gregerson had a bad reputation in town, and he seemed to
not care a bit.  Yes, Wayne was in!

     Kye washed his clothes to keep his mind off of what he'd be doing
later in the evening.  The meal and the drinks, all free to him, would be a
nice treat.  He did not look forward to spending the evening with Lucy,
then taking her home and fucking her on camera.  His mind kept replaying a
scenario where years from now, that tape would find its way onto YouTube
and ruin his future.  The only thing he could think of that might be worse
would be if it didn't take that long to get onto YouTube.  They needed the
tape as leverage against her old man, but it was the one part of the plan
that still had Kye worried.

    With clean jeans and silk shirt, specifically requested by Lucy, Kye
was ready to go pick up his date.  Dom had purchased a black leather blazer
in case it was cold, and Kye was glad to have it as he walked out the door
into a nippy breeze, accompanied by a cold drizzle.  The blazer, matching
his curly mop of mid-length hair, made him look serious while still looking
casual.  Actually, as Donnie had put it when he saw Kye dressed to
leave. "Holy fuck, you look...  Holy fuck!"  Then Donnie gave him a good
luck kiss that lasted way too long and required Kye to untangle their
tongues so he could get going.  Lucy expected him at 7:45PM, and he did not
want to be late!

     When Lucy answered the door, at precisely 7:44PM, her look said it
all.  As Kye stood there, waiting to be asked in, Lucy just stared, and a
gasp of "holy fuck..." Was whispered under her breathe, but just loud
enough for Kye to gain confidence that the plan might just work.
Tastefully dressed in a soft, black, knee-length cocktail dress and a
string of pearls, Lucy welcomed Kye into the house.  Kye didn't need to
look very far into the house to see that it had been furnished with tacky,
not-really-expensive furniture and baubles.  Old man Gregerson tried to be
flamboyant in showing his wealth, but failed miserably.

     Lucy grabbed Kye's arm and dragged him into the foyer while yelling
behind her, "Daddy, my date's here."  Really.  A woman, almost forty,
announcing to her "daddy" at the top of her lungs that her "victim" had
arrived.  The old man should use some of his money to get "tutoring in
manners" for his daughter!

     Gregerson came around the corner in his boxers and slippers.  Well,
Kye knew where Lucy had gotten her manners.  No shirt or pants, and your
manboobs, covered in long grey hairs, hanging out, when meeting a
prospective partner for your daughter at the door, was no way to improve
your chances of marrying off a less-than-desirable child.

     Lucy seemed genuinely embarrassed by her father, so she hurried to get
a sweater from the closet, and off they went.  On the way to Jack's, Lucy
apologized profusely for her father's behavior.  Kye assured her that he
understood.  Besides, when someone gets to retirement age, whether they are
retired or not, they should be able to be comfortable in their own home,
right?  Apparently, Lucy didn't think so.  She had asked her father to get
dressed, and she thought he had, but apparently he wasn't as interested in
marrying off his daughter as he was in keeping her at home to do his
laundry, clean the house, and make the meals.  Kye expressed surprise that
Mr. Gregerson hadn't hired servants to do those things.  Lucy responded
that her "fucking father" was "too cheap" to hire anyone to do the work
that she could do.

     Kye was almost beginning to feel sorry for Lucy.  Almost.  As the only
child of a skinflint, she had leverage to get almost anything she wanted,
and even if she didn't, one day it would all be hers.  Maybe old man
Gregerson should be careful what he eats around the house.  Lucy just might
try inheriting everything sooner than expected!

     Finally, they were at Jack's, and they stopped in the bar for a drink.
Suddenly, Kye froze.  What if Lucy doesn't drink?  Neither Dom nor Donnie
had mentioned drinking at all, but Kye needed her at least tipsy so they
she could be easily steered to "her doom" later in the evening.  Dom had
gone so far as to get some generic Rohypnal from Jerry Sterling yesterday,
just in case.  Kye was not even aware that the drug known in some circles
as "roofies" was available by prescription, but Dom had told him that
Jerry, with his "type-A" personality, sometimes needed something strong to
relieve pain and allow him to sleep.  Jerry had counseled them on using it
sparingly, and only if needed.  And he didn't want to know what they were
using it for.  It would look pretty bad if a lawyer was passing out drugs
to be used for less-than-legal purposes.

     So Dom had made sure that Wayne would only use it in a drink for Lucy
IF it was necessary.  Kye would clue Wayne if and when it was needed.  Dom
wasn't even sure if her weight would allow the drug to have its intended
effect.  But they wanted to cover all their bases.  So it was a good thing
that Dom had handled it yesterday, before Jerry went to the hospital.

     When their table was ready, after Wayne had made them a drink at the
bar, they went into the dining room and sat down to order.  Lucy slipped
her hand under the table, into the lap of the studly man who was her date.
She found what she was looking for, a trouser snake, and she gave it a
squeeze.  She kept her hand there through most of the meal, squeezing Kye's
cock and feeling it bloat and stretch.  Kye worked hard to stay calm, and
he secretly wished he had thought to sit on the other side of his date.  Or
even across the table!

     Lucy ate a light meal of scallops and pasta, preceded by a large
garden salad.  And her drinks were going straight to her head!  Her speech
became slurred, but that was not what Kye was focusing on the most during
dinner.  As he sat with Lucy, and the alcohol had its effect, she began to
tell Kye her life story, much of it about how her father constantly
degraded her both at home and in front of others.  Apparently, old man
Gregerson was an equal opportunity asshole.  Lucy even told Kye, in the
course of conversation, that he had missed her middle school graduation and
her high school honors banquet because he was working at one of "those
fucking stores."  Then, she slipped and started to tell Kye about an
unsuccessful attempt at suicide in her early twenties.

     Kye reached over and put his hand over her arm, distracting her.  When
she stopped talking, he told her, "Lucy, I think that is pretty heavy stuff
for a first date.  Maybe you don't really want to tell me about that."

     Lucy looked up, realized what she had done, and began to form tears in
her eyes.  She excused herself from the table, muttering that she'd been
stupid again, and she headed for the ladies room.

     As Lucy walked past the bar, Wayne shot a glance toward Kye, and all
that Kye could do was shrug.  He got up and walked over to the bar, where
Wayne was also busy with other customers.  Wayne told Kye that he needed to
go intercept Lucy as she came out of the restroom because there was a door
to the parking lot at the end of that hallway, and even Wayne knew that
Lucy wandering off was not part of the plan.

     Kye looked at Wayne and said, "Yeah, the plan.  I don't think I can do
that to Lucy.  I mean, we're planning to use her to get back at her old
man, but he's treated her just as badly as he treats everyone else.  I feel
like a shithead now that I know how the old man is.  I just wish there were
some other way that the old man could get his comeuppance without hurting
her."

     Wayne leaned over the bar and whispered, "If you don't, how are Dom
and Donnie gonna take it?  And Mitch and Trey?  Mitch will rip you apart!
Nobody fucks over Mitch's friends.  I don't see that you have any other
options."

     Kye got up from the barstool where he had been sitting, and a look
care across his face, as though he'd thought of another way.  As he moved
quickly toward the restrooms, he called back to Wayne, "Tell them to meet
at you-know-who's house, as planned.  I've got a plan B!"

     "Plan B?  Oh, fuck!" Wayne muttered under his breath.  "The guys
aren't going to like this!"



     ...to be continued...