Date: Wed, 19 May 2010 17:50:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucrative Mining Operation 07

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

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

Lucrative Mining Operation 07
WriTten by Travis Chase McPhee

%

"No hard feelings, eh Judson?" Mack says as he and Judson put the final
touches on Aron's incarceration, leather cuffs on his wrists, stretched out
eagle-spread, legs as well bound and spread.

"Nah, not as along as I'm going to get my dibs in on one of ya's." Of
course, how would Judson so easily be able to 'forget' Mack putting his all
and all into the eight lashes of the flogger raining down upon his back? As
Mack went about his business, Judson eyed up not only Mack's flawlessly
white back, but also the hot ass, which he hoped would be nice and tight
for when what went around, comes back around!

"What are you waiting for?" Dicson says, throwing his hands up, then
settling down to take in the show.

All along, Aron has been making himself hoarse, cussing out Sven Dicson,
turning to Mack after handing him over to Judson.

Mack asks Judson, "Why don't you show me how powerful your fists are?"

Smiling, Judson says as he asseses the situation, "Nah. Save it for later."
And feeling up the twenty-eight year old's hairy chest, planing his hand
down the hairy stomach, he says, "How about we relieve him of some of this
hair, the hard way!"

Walking away, Mack follows, asking, "What did you have in mind?"

In the meantime, Dicson is toying with Aron's computer. He alerts them,
"Seems we've got a little problem here. What do you two think you can do
about getting a password from Aron?"

Seeing it a way out, Aron says, "You let me down, let me out of this place
and I'll tell you the password?"

But it's Judson who says, "And what fun would that be?" Patting the bondage
table with his hand, he instructs, "Why don't you haul his ass over here
Mack and tie him down. I'll grab a coupla pliers and some duct tape!"

Even though he's out to buy himself time, a period when he can turn the
tables, Judson can't overlook the fact this is turning him on. It's been
awhile since he's had a nice young, hairy cub to play with and he's feeling
mighty horny about the prospects.

"You got it!"

Judson likes the idea of how Mack is thinking things are copsetic between
the two, thinking they are a 'team', and as much as possible, he will make
their association seem like a 'friendship', but when the time is right,
Mack will be in the same boat as Aron, along with their 'boss'. Then maybe
he'll think about walking away from the lucrative mining operation he's
been associated with since almost it's inception!

%

"Are we all ready to go boys?"

"Like what are you dressed for?" Seth questions Erik's attire.

"Nice," Jake says of the leather chaps, the tight black tank top and
boots. "Oh by the way Erik, Seth and I have had a little talk and I think
we're okay with things."

More interested in Erik's outfit, Seth asks, "Doesn't it get a little
cramped up in there?" he looks up at Erik after questioning the tight
appearance of his crotch.

"That's what I'm hoping!" Erik gleefully replies, ending with a brilliant
grin.

"Well, okay," Seth says. From what Jake has explained, he figured this went
along with stuff he didn't know about, stuff guys liked to do even though
he thought it strange to downright revolting. And to let Erik know things
were copasetic, "I'm going along with you guys tonight with an open mind."

Giving Seth the benefit of the doubt, Jake says, "And if there's any reason
why Seth wants to leave tonight, it's okay... right Erik?"

"Sure," he replied, but wasn't sure, because if there were one or two
hotties he met up with tonight, he might just send the two home without
him!

%

While assembling some hair-pulling apparatus, Judson lifted from the draws
of the dungeon some other 'goodies', which would fit perfectly into his
plan when the opportunity arose. However, being they were all stripped
down, there wasn't any place to pocket the goods.

"And what would these be for?" Mack questions the two pair of handcuffs
Judson has dropped on Aron's stomach.

"Makes for some hot ball torture?" He replied.

"Nice!" Mack says, scooping Aron's balls up into his hand, using his finger
and thumb as a cinch.

"But not right now. Right now we're going to work Aron nice and easy and
depending on whether or not he wants to provide the password... well, we
might have to stretch those balls some!"

For Aron, he had mixed reactions, what with the wink from Judson, but then
he figured it a nervous twitch. He was a very smart young man and if he fit
into Dicson's plans, the way Judson was going to, he too was planning on
holding out. He had once had his bod hair removed with waxed strips. It
wasn't pleasant, but ten years ago and in college, frat-dudes on a swim
team did crazy things to maximize their speeding bods through the
water. Even though Aron thought, he wasn't as hairy then as now, nor
muscled, he could take it. However he had second thoughts about his nads
being stretched to the max. Still, he hoped somehow, between transitioning
of the bondage positions, he could make a go of escape. Holding out was
key.

As the two held a pair of pliers, Judson initiated the first 'pull',
wrapping a few strands of Aron's stomach hair around.

"I say we cut right to the ball torture," Mack says, watching Judson.

With a smile, Judson says, "What? And deprive Aron here of carving out a
nice trail down his stomach?"

In a hurry to get to the 'hot' torture, Mack asks, "Why don't we just grab
up fistfulls of the stuff? There's plenty of it?"

Releasing his grip on the pliers, even though attached to several strands
of dark brown hair follicles, Aron feels the cold of the pliers as it lay
on his stomach, Judson reacting, questioning, not Mack, but Dicson, "Are we
going to do this my way?"

Stopping his fidgiting with Aron's computer, Dicson sets it down and walks
over to the bondage table. He surprises Judson, "Maybe Mack's right about
skipping this hair-pulling jazz and get on with the heavy stuff?"

It wasn't fitting into Judson's stall, Dicson's sudden change of approach,
screwing up his plan to gain the advantage and somehow work his way where
he could catch Mack off guard first, subduing Dicson thereafter, or vice
versa. One of them had to take a leak sooner or later, which would leave
one in the dungeon. But since Dicson has a change of heart, he sees fit to
alter the plan. Picking up his, as well as Mack's abandoned pliers, lying
on Aron's stomach, he holds them up in protest and says, "Look. I
guarantee, if we do it 'my' way, I'll have Aron confessing the password in
no time." And he reiterates, "'Time', isn't what you're wanting to save?"
He had them both there, Dicson thinking over what he said, even though it
was a line of bullshit, Mack right at his side.

Mack replies, "I say we go for his balls."

Figuring Dicson would lean towards Mack's advice, Judson thought he better
make his move. Too, he was in the perfect position, facing the two, on the
other side of Aron's eagle-spread bod. It was like taking candy from a
baby, reaching right across the table with both pair of pliers, snagging up
Dicson's left nip, Mack's right nip and biting down on the pliers like a
hungry shark.

"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k! Oh shit! Fuck!"

Screams of pain, cursing, hands grabbing for Judson's arms made no
difference, as the pliers bit on its victims pec meat. Too distraught with
the ensuing grueling pain, neither could think more of anything else, other
then having Judson release his grip. Too, as they struggled, it acted
against them, their nips being stretched.

"Down on the floor!" He yelled at them, coming right over the table with
such agility.

Swinging a leg over, sitting right on top of Aron's stomach, Aron reacts,
"Ooff!"

Judson's acrobatics made him stretch their nips even more, their
bellyaching increasing, as his ass rode right over Aron's bound bod. Judson
even got a tickle out of Aron yelling, "Yeah, rip'em right off their
chests!"

When they lay down on the floor, Dicson wimped out, what Judson figured,
when he released his nip. So, he took advantage of Mack's dead weight,
telling him to lie down on Dicson's front. Seeing the possibility of Mack's
nip going numb, his pain slacking, Judson took the free plier and gathered
up Mack's left nip meat.

"Ak-k-k-k-k... ak-k-k-k oh fuck no-o-o-o!" Mack's pain became renewed.

It actually acted in Judson's favor, feeling himself get high over it, his
cock hardening without touching it. Then, with both pliers in one hand, he
squeezed with all his might as he reach for one handcuff. In no time he had
cinched both of Mack's wrists. It was at this time he let go of the
pliers. Still Mack was in horrific pain as Judson kicked him in the side,
making him lie turn faced down on the cold floor. As soon as this happened,
he knew Dickson would try to make his move. He didn't care 'where' the
pliers grabbed, as long as he regained the upper hand.

Dicson screamed as he tried dislodging the pliers from Judson's hand, but
too bound up in pain was he as the hand-fueled pliers tormented his
stomach. Light work was made out of binding Dicson up in the other set of
cuffs.

Literally picking Mack up by the scalp, he kicked him in the ass to get him
to move over towards the center of the dungeon.

"Oh shit!" Mack said when he looked down to see a small amount of blood
trickled down the left side of his chest.

Both still in agony, Judson prodded them on, pinching their butts with the
pliers. The weaker of the two, Dicson, it was not much trouble placing the
cuffs up over the hook. But in doing so, Mack took advantage and reamed him
in the stomach with both fists.

"Ugh-h-h-h-h!" Judson sighed with pain, keeling over. Right on him, Mack
came down with both fists on his back.

"Think you're so damn fuckin' smart?" Mack shouted as he straddled the
thirty year old, placing Judson's arms on his thighs, reaching out, placing
his coupled hands over Judson's head, cupping his hands under his
chin. Then, pulling backwards he caught Judson up in a hold which, his knee
to Judson's back, put him in a precarious position.

Struggling didn't do much good, so Judson resigned to his fate, so it's
what he wanted to make Mack think. He relaxed every fiber in his bod, which
made him assume the position of a 'ragdoll' of sorts.

"That'll fuckin' teach ya!" mack said, allowing Judson to 'pass out'. Then,
looking down at the left side of his chest, "After I get you strung up,
gonna damn well rip those nips right offa your chest, bastard!" he kicked
Judson in the ribs.

"Mack! Get me down!" Dicson ordered.

"After I take care of this fuckin' bastard!"

Things weren't going so badly for Judson. He figured the kick to the lats
was taking it all in stride in order to catch Mack off guard. Too, he
didn't think the man too smart and this worked in his favor, turning his
back on him to find means by which to bind him up.

As Mack returned, four leather cuffs in his hands, he dropped them down
onto Judson's back.

Still Judson made no moves.

"Yeah... gonna fuckin' eagle-spread you and use those pliers on more than
your nips, bastard!"

"Uh, Mack?" Dicson questions, "my arms are really killing me. You wanna
stop a minute and get me down?"

While he placed a cuff around Judson's left wrist, drawn up behind his
back, Mack replies as he looks up at Dicson's stretched position, arms
above his head and tethered to a lone hook, "Can't on account of after I
get Aron's password from him, I'm going to have to work on torturing your
password out of you!"

Of course, as Mack went about his business, he had all kinds of 'unkind'
words thrown at him, but all Mack could think of is 'dollar signs'!

And thinking Mack's mind was on stealing all the action for himself, Judson
made his move. Fortunately, in between clients, Judson worked out endlessly
in the mining operation gym and it became a cinch for him to do a pushup of
sorts and topple Mack from off his back. Mack, his wrists still coupled,
put him at a disadvantage and in no time, Judson, after caving in his abs
some, had he his bod hauled up behind Dicson's.

"Well now, don't you two look sweet!" Judson said, standing there with his
arms crossed in front of himself, his right hand working at removing the
leather cuff Mack had fastened to his left wrist. He took their ridicule,
because at this moment they were of no threat to him. "Now maybe some
entertainment is in store? Mack, how's your balls feeling today? In for
some stretching? You, Dicson?" He laughed, walking away to get some
apparatus, after hiking their bods up some, leaving their toes barely
touching the floor, as they remained hanging back to back.

Passing by the bondage table Aron was affixed to, he tells Judson, "I'll
tell you the password if you let me go?"

Judson replies, "I'll be back to deal with you later!" He adds a smile.

Aron feared for himself.

Gathering up two parachutes, two sets of nip clamps, a couple of weights
and holding a flogger between his teeth, Judson returned to the center of
the dungeon. "Sorry to keep you waiting, gentleman," he joked after
dropping the handle of the flogger from holding it in his mouth.

"You'll pay for this, Shane!" Dicson shouted.

Mack threatens, "I'll torture you till you're almost dead and then I'll
torture you some more!"

As he fastened one of the parachutes around Dicson's balls, Judson says,
"My former colleague, Ali Hassan gave me a couple of name's of some mideast
gentlemen who might be interested in finding out what you know!"

"Fuck you Shane!" Dicson cursed him out.

Smiling, Judson tested out the ball parachute, giving it a hefty tug, which
set Dicson to screaming. "Yeah, you can pretty much figure on doing the
same kind of singing when you take up residence in the desert, Dicson!"

Completing his master plan, Judson finished up with formatting Mack's balls
with the second parachute. However, when attaching the weights, he coupled
both apparatus. He preferred flat-tipped clamps to croc-clamps, figuring
one of Mack's nips was mauled enough. He joked when both were crying out
from pain, having their nips clamped, "Geesh! You guys sure do make a lot
of racket! Now I know why they built these dungeons underground!"

By this time, all the cursing and yelling had been reduced to pleading. But
it didn't do much good when Judson thought back to Mack putting the stripes
on his back. Plus, he wasn't out to maim Dicson so much, as Mack. In order
to fetch a good price for the mastermind of this operation, he would need
to have Dicson in much better 'health' then Mack. Too, he figures, as he
stands in front of Mack, doing what Mack did to him, toy with the flogger,
but in Mack's case, holding it up to his chest and allowing it to drape
down the front of his bod, "You might just make some Arab a nice little
slave boy!"

"Fuck you!" from Mack became the deciding factor on when to begin his
revenge.

And, being fair, Judson served punishment, as Mack had given him eight
lashes. Unlike Mack facing his back, Judson took advantage of the frontal
assault, caressing Mack's abs, slapping it down full force over his
pubes. After delivering all eight, he stood back, watching the weights
swing. Both were dilerious with pain, Mack more so.

"Now, one last detail!"

Lowering the two, Judson figured they were too worn out from their
ordeal. Mack, the more resilient, had caved into pressure of the nip and
ball torture, plus the whipping. Dicson, the weaker, just couldn't take
having his balls stretched by the swinging weights and had passed out. So,
it was an easy task to bring his bod down, allow it to slack over Judson's
shoulder as he carried him over to the stocks. He placed him on the floor
and actually whistling as he set it up, placed a bar about four feet behind
the stocks, waist height, then fashioned Dicson's bod so his head and
wrists were bound up in the cut outs of the wooden stocks. His waist
hanging over the bar he fitted between the two posts. He finished Dicson
off by fitting leather cuffs around his ankles and two hooks at the base of
the wooden stantions.

Standing there, Judson admired his work. With his left hand across his
middle, his right elbow parked in his left hand, he tapped his index finger
against his lips, thinking, as he stare at Dicson's ass crevice, "Now let's
see... to lube or not to lube..." then pointing towards Dicson's ass, "that
is the question!"

%

Almost immediately, after Seth and Jake left the room, in walks Derek.

"That was quick?" Erik says.

"Hey, when duty calls, I move fast! Especially when there's a reason to
hustle!"

Erik smiled at Derek entering and giving him a peck on the lips.

"So, what are the 'kids' up to?"

"Eh, Seth was in a tiff about some of the bdsm stuff and Jake went to seek
him out and see if he can make amends."

"While they're ironing things out," Derek acts sentimental, putting his
hands around Erik's waist, "how about you and I checking out the beer
joint?"

"I'm all for it," Erik states, "except I feel kind of responsible for Seth
and want to make sure he's okay, if you know what I mean?"

Dropping his hands at his sides, Dereks says, "Well let's go find them,
shall we?"

"Anybody hungry?" Erik kicked in the door to Jake's room, Derek standing
there with him. He then questions the empty bed, "Where'd they go?"

"Probably where we're going!" Derek replies.

"Uh, do you think Seth found the keys under the mat, dah?" Erik laughed his
ass off, walking, as Derek literally ran for the exit.

But it wasn't the case, Derek holding the keys up in front of Erik's face,
saying, "There's your answer, Mr. Smartass!"

"Y'know I'm twice as mean when I'm drunk outta my skull and I'm gonna work
that ass twice as hard!" Erik says, stealing the keys out of Derek's hand.

As Derek rounds the car, he says, "I hope so!"

%

"You know what?" Judson asks Aron.

Thinking the worst, Aron replies, "If you're going to do anything to me, I
think I'd rather have you rip my hair off my bod, than stretch my
balls... that is if I have a choice?"

One hand hanging to his side, his other arm resting on Aron's staked out
bod, Judson replies, "Actually... I hadn't thought about either," he leans
towards Aron's chest.

"No? I mean, why not?"

Sliding his palm up Aron's hairy chest, Judson softly says, "Why?" he
switches his gaze from Aron's face to his pecs, "because it's been a long,
long time since I've had a hot, young cub to 'play with'."

"Y-you're not gonna torture me are you?" Aron showed fear.

"Depends," Judson says, suddenly backing off, but then doing maneouvers
which gave him leverage to hike his ass up onto the bondage table, sitting
right on Aron's chest, his cock almost tickling his chin. "How good a
cocksucker do you think you are?"

"Um, I-I'm straight, okay?" he swallowed a gulp of spit, Aron looking
almost cross-eyed at the head of Judson's cock.

"Straight? Gay? Don't mean anything to me as long as you are a good
cocksucker."

"But straight guys don't do gay stuff," Aron protests.

"Well then," Judson says light-hearted, "I guess we'll just have to 'make'
you gay!" Using his knees as a counter action, he shimmied his ass up, his
cock landing on Aron's lips.

When he felt the cockhead hit his lips, Aron swung his head to the side,
Judson's cock falling to the side of his neck. "Oh, now you've gone and
disappointed me." Then, pushing his ass up, making like he's getting off of
the bondage table, he threatens, "I suppose I'll have to get the pliers and
do some work on your nips to make you change your mind!"

"N-no-o-o! Fuck, what a minute," Aron protests.

He wasn't off the table yet, so sat back down. "Change of heart?"

Not only the feeling he would have felt, having both his nips pulverized,
it also occured to Aron, "You're not going to sell me to the Arabs are
you?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"How nice your tongue caters to my cock, but I have to tell you, you're up
against quite a lot of competition, Aron."

"Oh? How's that go?"

Smiling, same time stroking his cock, Judson replies, "Dicson's ass was a
nice, tight fit!"

%

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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

`Lucrative Mining Operation' may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....