Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2010 11:55:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: (Lucrative Mining Operation:)    The Cave 01

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
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: The Cave 01
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Not far from Salt Flats, Ali Hassan and Billy were having their own fun, at
some dump, resembling a motel. For the past several hours Ali has ruled
Billy, more like his sex slave than an accomplice to his getaway.

"I think I've had enough," Billy says as Ali parts his legs for the third
time. When Ali grins, moving up on the bed, his knees forcing Billy's
thighs apart, his nine inch fuck tool all hard and ready for the plunge, in
his hand, Billy again protests, boisterously, pulling at his stretched out,
tied arms, "I 'said' I've had enough, dammit!"

With pause, from keeping his cock hard, Ali replies after slapping Billy
across the face, "Get used to it boy. I like to get off at least five times
a day!"

Billy wasn't exactly counting, but he thinks he's been fucked twice and
taken two... or was it three... loads of cum down his throat. In between,
he's been worked over by Ali's belt and fists, a few slaps across the
cheeks, his head swinging back and forth. As he was being beaten, he
wondered why he ever allowed himself to be in this position, arms spread
out and tied to the head of the bed, ankles tied with bedsheets and
stretched. Now, his legs were being stretched more, but what he feared
next, was Ali's long tube stretching out the length of his insides, with
Ali boasting something about his ass being able to fit a dildo alongside!
Softening his approach, Billy pleads, "No... C'mon Ali."

Raising his elbow, Ali made a fist and plunged it right into Billy's
stomach, saying of it, "Shut the fuck up and take it like a man!"

Panting rapidly, Billy managed between breaths to curse Ali out. Even
though the twenty-four year old's ass has been stretched twice, Billy isn't
prepared for the wide invasion and as with the two other times, as Ali
mercilessly drills his ass, he tenses, his arms pulling at their bindings,
gasping in pain at the intrusion. "Oh! Oh! Oh-h-h-h-h!" he whines.

"Yeah... fuckin' hot boy!" Ali says with relief, after becoming fully
lodged inside his boy's ass chamber. Too, as the other times he's fucked
Billy, Ali picks up his belt and as he's riding his ass, he's working over
Billy's pecs and abs.

It kept coming to Billy, how he had trusted Ali, agreeing to having himself
tied down eagle-spread to the bed, but never expecting things to escalate
to the point where he didn't have a say in what was being done to
him. Right now, things slipped away from those feelings, Billy not thinking
much of anything but crying out loud, his ass being reamed and Ali's
torturous belt reigning down on his chest and stomach, targeting either pec
or his abs, at random.

%

"Doesn't look like much," Erik says of the front of the place. Even though
the building looms above them at two stories, the facade is old,
resemblance much to the credit of an oldtime, ghost town saloon.

Derek and Jake exhange glances, their faces turning into happy smiles.

"What's that about?" Seth asks Jake, as Derek leads the way inside.

"You'll find out soon enough!" Jake replies. Yet, he cuddles Seth in his
arm, still sympathetic to his friend's ignorance of this type of lifestyle.

"So, what's there to be impressed about Derek?" Erik asks, throwing his
hands out to his sides, then slapping his own thighs. To Erik, it was the
'west' all over again, decor of a southwestern style, round tables flanking
a walled in bar.

"Right this way," Derek wiggled his little finger.

As he was ready to open a door, the door opened for him, a burley
gentleman, dressed in chaps, boots, leather vest and what looked like
snap-on bracelets, placed around his bulging biceps. Immediately he gave
Erik not only the once over, but allowed his gaze to linger as he asks
Derek, "And who might he be?"

In the world outside this particular door, things were normal, but an
abnormal situation, one which placed the participants in certain roles,
made Derek answer, "My new master."

Apparently, the two knew each other, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for
the bouncer to say, "You sassin' me boy?" and a followup of a sucker punch
to the gut, which the bouncer added to display his authority.

Knowing the 'rules', Erik took this as a test, so followed through, earning
an A+ by throwing the bouncer up against the wall, which made everything on
the wall shake. With his meanest, nastiest rendition of a pissed off
master, Erik shouts in the dude's face, "Next time you touch my boy without
permission, I'll ream your balls with my fist so hard you'll be spitting
pubic hair for a month. You got that?"

"Sure... uh, not a problem," the bouncer's attitude caved in.

To break the ice, Jake steps forward, saying, "That's goes for my new
master, too!"

Then, swiping right past the confrontation, Seth follows Jake past them,
through the guarded door.

Not letting it go, Erik asks, "What's your name?"

"Bo Mattinson and you?"

Before Erik introduces himself, he loosens his grip on Bo and addresses
Derek, "Why don't you go keep the boys company for awhile Derek?"

Derek replies, "Yes, sir," and skidaddles away behind the door.

"You got a place we can talk things over, Bo?"

"Got a back room out back?"

Leading the way, Erik is slowly figuring out his plan of 'attack'. Since he
took Bo's line of questioning as a test, he only thought it fair to throw
Bo a 'pop-quiz'!

"Isn't much," Bo says, entering the room, flicking a switch which turns on
two lights, affixed to opposite sides of the room.

Erik closes the door.

"So, what's on your mind?" Bo asks.

"First off, I'd like you to put your hands behind your head." He didn't
ask, but made it edged on a command.

"Hands behind my head?" The hairy, muscular, bearded thirty-three year old
questions.

Placing his arms in front of himself, along the lower line of his pecs,
Erik reeks of authority as he informs, "You didn't think I was going to let
it slide, the way you insulted me in front of my boy?"

"Insulted you?"

Not finished reprimanding him, "The way you're insulting me now by not
standing up to your punishment like a man?"

Maybe Bo was a little befuddled at first, by after Erik explained it in
detail, whether Bo thought he was being scammed or not, he liked Erik's
style. Smiling, Bo replies, "Alright. I'll play your game."

Using some psychology, Erik says, "We'll start with ten punches to the abs,
which I'm sure your worked out bod can take," he waited and got what he
suspected, a smile out of Bo, which meant he took the compliment, "then
five knees to the balls...."

"Five? Uh..." Bo thought about it, already feeling the pangs in between his
legs, "okay..."

"And then you'll sink to your knees and suck me off."

Erik wasn't sure how demand number three would float, but Bo actually
cracked a smile, replying, "I think after five knees to my balls I won't
have a choice but be on my knees!"

Seeing this was taking him far, Erik pressed his luck, "And if you work me
up with a hot blowjob I might just plug your ass!"

Waiting paid off, Bo stripping off his vest, saying, "Might as well give
you a clear shot to my abs." Behind the vest was a well-hidden, hairy
six-pack. "And no sense having me going and getting you all hardened up,
then having to wait for me to strip off these chaps?"

This was working out very well, Erik thought, his eyes dropping from the
six-pack, to Bo's lower anatomy. He even rubbed in the punishment, "Oh man,
it's going to be real sweet crushing those big monsters with my knee!"

"Uh, like how big are your knees?" Bo asked, adding a little snicker.

After Bo stripped down, Erik says, "Kind of hot in here. Help me off with
my vest."

"That would be sheer pleasure!" Bo says and Erik found out why. Approaching
him from the front, instead of the rear, as Bo peeled the vest off Erik's
shoulders, their bare chests met. Bo even comments, "Mm-m-m, your making me
so hot Erik."

Not exactly feeling like an ice cube, Erik's bod temperature began to rise,
especially with pressure on his codpiece.

"How about we save the punishment for later and I get down on my knees
right now?"

Smiling, Erik replies, "Sure. Why not?" With that, he backs away slightly,
puts his hands on Bo's shoulders and lifts his knee into his crotch.

Howling in pain, his mouth curved like a yodeling wolf at the moon, Bo
grabbed his crotch and bent over.

Surprised it didn't put him on his knees, Erik went into plan B. Grabbing
Bo by his head of hair, he pulls him up, only to double him in half again
with a punch to his gut. "Don't give me that," Erik said about the
gut-punch affecting him. So again, he pulled Bo up and planted his fist in
his gut.

The second punch, Bo fell to one knee, but got up.

Waiting for him, Erik says, "Here, let me help you up," putting his hands
under Bo's armpits.

"Thanks," Bo replies, but was sure this wasn't a true helping hand in the
name of charity.

Correct thinking, Erik used it as a ploy to get Bo to stand up straight so
he could deliver another blow to his stomach. This time, using the
knee-to-the-balls technique, his hands braced on top of Bo's shoulders,
Erik chose Bo's midsection as his target. He joked, as he put Bo on his
knees, "Looks like you're ready for that blowjob!"

"Oh man this is so fuckin' hot!"

Knowing there was a reason for Bo not fighting back, Erik replies, "And how
would that go, Bo?"

His whole bod wet from the sweat of the heightened affair of getting
beaten, Bo replies, "I've always had this fantasy of a hot guy coming in
here and having his way with me."

"I'm not done," Erik replies.

Reaching up for the codpiece, to dislodge Erik's pent up pouch, Erik shoos
his hand away.

"Is that any way to treat your master, boy?"

With a half grin, Bo replies, "May I please have your cock, sir?"

Breaking down a man, to a boy, something Erik has done both from personal
and business perspectives, he smiled, singling out Bo here in his mind. Not
more than fifteen minutes ago, Bo portrayed the character of a tough bar
bouncer. And now, like a mountain reduced to rubble, he had the gargantuan,
muscled man begging for cock.

"In good time," Erik replied, tapping his fingers on his loaded, snapped
packet.

"Huh?" Bo replies, stupified.

"C'mon now Bo, you've played the game."

Bo says of Erik, seemingly calling it quits, "I know," and being sarcastic,
"but at least when 'I' play the game I finish it out to the end!" he hints.

Being called a 'quitter' more or less, Erik's thumb loosens his cock pocket
by one snap.

"I can get that for you," Bo says, going for the codpiece covering Erik's
pent up lower anatomy. His hands ready, he looks up at Erik, saying, "that
is, if you want to finish the game?"

Making like he was calling it quits, Erik backed away, but took a detour,
curving his bod to his right and falling on the bed.

"Hell yeah!" Bo says, elevating his bod.

"You want it up your ass, you get it hard!"

But as Bo unleashes Erik's cock from it's leather prison, Bo smiles,
saying, "Get it hard, Erik?"

By now, Erik was so horned-up he didn't care about formalities or games. He
even as much as surrendered some himself, lifting his ass off the bed as he
pushed his shoulders up against the pillows, allowing Bo to unfasten his
chaps, to begin stripping them down his legs.

Bo mentions as he's removing the chaps, "Boots are a little dirty. I'll
take care of them later." Of course, Bo would much rather lick and suck up
to Erik's tall shaft than tongue off a pair of boots!

%

"What is this place?" Seth asks.

Derek, joining them, educates, "Back in the late sixties, a small home was
built right over the entrance to these caves. Passed down from owner to
owner, it fell into the hands of an 'Eddison Addley'. Addley got the idea
these caves had more of a lucrative value than storing away canned
vegetables."

Cutting Derek off, Jake says, "Why don't we drop the long version?" And not
waiting for an answer from Derek, "The dude found enough of a calling for
guys, particularly the gay crowd, into wanting to play out their wildest
fantasies, so turned this place into what would be like an underground
amusement park."

"'Six Fags'!" Derek tries joking. Not getting much more than a smile out of
Seth and a smirk from Jake, he shuffless off his attempt of humor, "Um, I
guess Jake sums it up pretty much so."

"And like I've said," Jake goes with warning, "don't be so surprised by
what guys are doing to other guys. Remember, everybody pays a cover charge
to get in and some guys have a 'want' and a 'desire' to be hurt?"

"Yeah, okay," Seth replies, but still sketchy on this stuff. Personally,
Seth doesn't understand how a guy 'wants' to experience being hurt. When he
was bound eagle-spread for Erik, he had nothing stronger than the desire to
be freed from his horrifying situation. As they entered through the last
checkpoint, a heavy metal door, Tom gasps, "What's that?" when he hears a
guy wailing out in pain.

Both Derek and Jake listen for a second, hearing a whip of some sort
strike, apparently a back, ass, or chest, the same howling cry flooding the
cavern.

"There it is again." And Seth also sums it up, "Sounds like some guy in
pain!"

Joking, Derek says, "Too bad it's not me!"

Surprised, okay, Seth too confronts Jake, "You into having stuff done to
you... I mean stuff that causes you pain?"

He was and putting it whimsically, Jake says of it, "Sorry to disappoint
you Seth, that I'm not some ordinary gay dude looking for only some hot sex
in bed!"

By this time Derek had waundered away, Seth noticing, "Where did Derek go?"

"Probably the lounge," Jake replies.

"Oh, for a drink?"

"That too," Jake says. "But the real purpose of the lounge is to find some
dude to hook up with, in case you arrive at the cave without a date."

"But Derek came with Erik," Seth replies.

Giggling, Jake says, "No pun intended, but I think Erik is going to be tied
up with Bo for a good part of the evening."

"Really?" Seth questioned it. "I thought maybe Erik and Derek had something
going. I thought for sure they were going to become boyfriends!"

Slipping his hand around Seth's arm, Jake says, "Ready for the next hot
experience of your life?"

%

Several minutes ago Erik was hard. Still the same to be the case, except
more fluid escaping, Bo is making sure he is keeping Erik's pubic region
clean.

"Yeah.. get your tongue in deeper, Bo.... deeper," Erik says of the hot
tongue fuck progressing. But what's a guy to think when Erik gets to
hankering, demanding, "Present those pecs to me, boy!"

Withdrawing his tongue, Bo licks his lips like he just sampled a juicy
popsicle and walks on his knees up the bed.

"What's this?" Erik questions him. "You still have your clothes on?"

"Oh yeah," Bo replies and then with reasoning, "I was so busy helping you
out of your..." as he's stripping, "and I must say I think you have quite a
'handsome' outfit..."

"Yeah, yeah... cut the bullshit. You've already accrued enough punishment
to last all night, Bo!"

As it often went, what was said became a test. A few minutes ago Erik had
intentions of joining his friends, but now, after experiencing Bo's sweet
tongue on his ass, plus the ability to present and have Bo accept every
order he's dished out, he had no intentions of ending their time together.

Erik had one thing on his mind which could thwart all this, asking, "Who's
minding the store while you're not guarding it?"

"That would be Matt. I stepped out to whet my whistle, but if I don't get
back sooner, he'll suspect I met up with some guy and take over for me for
awhile," Bo explains as he reassumed kneeling on the foot of the bed, after
stripping down and walking on his knees till Erik has to split his legs to
allow him to pass through.

"And this Matt fellow is 'your' boss?"

His lats were about where Erik's folded legs brought knees to his
sides. His hands pushed into the bed, to Erik's sides. Bo looked down when
his cock touched Erik's meat, then looked up and smiled as he answered,
"Like me, Matt can be versatile and can get off with me telling him what to
do. I guess you can say we have a special relationship."

For a moment, conversation stalled between the two, Erik reaching up with
both hands and finding Bo's tiny nip-meat amidst his hairy, worked out
pecs. He even breaks silence to say, "Such tiny nips for such a muscular
chest?"

Not answering in worded terms, Bo's mouth made the shape of an 'o',
breathing in at the feel of Erik's touch, pinching both nips, then exhaling
when he lightly mashes them. Bo jokes, "Oh shit Erik! My nips are yours!"

But more is on Erik's mind, him asking, "So, who is in charge when you and
Matt aren't on duty?"

Taking handfuls of Bo's pecs, squeezing the big pec-chunks with both hands,
elicits more hot tones from Bo's lips as he reveals in between pangs of
pleasuring, "Todd Parker... young frat guy getting his masters at the local
college..." and after some pleasing 'ahs', "Matt hired him because he
figured a straight guy wouldn't be swayed by a gay crowd, if you know what
I mean."

"Straight?" Erik asks, cutting down on the squeezing. "What are Parker's
stats?"

"Forget it Erik. This kid is strong-willed," Bo replies.

For now Erik was settling for what he's got, till he rubbed elbows with the
straight security man.

In deep thought, he's interrupted by Bo going about things at 'his' pace.

"Oh-h-h-h!" Erik sighs at rather an ecstatic tone, surprised by Bo's mouth
grabbing up his pec flesh, entwined with hair-cover.

For the next coupla hours the two would enjoy a nice evening together
without all the pretenses of roleplaying.

%

Meeting up with Derek, Seth and Jake pause at the door, one of two which
opened into 'the lounge'.

He mentions to them, "Found myself a cave-dweller!"

Derek wasn't watching where he was going, bumping right into the man he
met.

Seth is spectator to the beginning of the roleplay, the tall, rather burley
leather-clad dude pushing on Derek, sending him straight to the floor on
his ass and the dude complaining, "Will you fuckin' watch where you're
going, boy?"

"Yes, 'sir'!" Derek replies, jumping to his feet and saluting.

Jake might have had the notion, having been to 'The Cave' repeated times,
but Seth would not have a clue Derek has met up with the county sheriff and
they were about to comandeer one of the many hallway rooms of the
underground playground.

Short-lived was his inquisitive attitude, when Jake explains, rather bubbly
tone to his voice, "I bet you thought it's the first time Derek met up with
the dude?"

"Does Derek know him?" Seth replies as they weed through the multi-bod
room. Keeping tabs on Jake, Seth is looking straight ahead, only looking to
the left or right when Jake does.

"The county sheriff," Jake fills Seth in. "I can't tell you how many times
he's pulled me over for an infraction, when I haven't done anything against
the law."

"Wouldn't that be harassment?"

Reaching the bar, Jake tells him, "Sure would. Especially when we drove to
the picnic grove and 'got it on'!"

Having quite a few questions regarding such, Seth put them on hold, when
Jake asks a guy at the bar, "Can I buy you a drink?" Very much the
appearance of the tough guy, like the county sheriff Derek headed out of
the lounge with, Seth gets mixed reaction. He thought they were here at,
'The Cave', he summised the name after seeing the words on a sign above the
bar, thought Jake and he were here as a 'couple'.

Turning around, the dude, decked out in leather, a cap completing the
ensemble, seemed uninterested. But he must've missed something, turning
back around and skipping over Jake, like yesterday's leftovers, and paused
when he came to Seth.

Compared to the rather smooth, tall, tanned, average-muscular guy, Seth
felt 'little'.

"Who's offering?" he asks, his eyes set on Seth.

Now Seth remembered, as they drove over to this place, Jake gave him a
quick rundown on the chain of command. Pretty much a simple explanation, he
told him, at the top of the pyramid were those who 'ruled' and anything
which filled in the blocks under it, followed. Running through his mind
also was the word, 'attitude'. Some who could not hold their stance, 'bold
attitude', often plunged down the steps into those who were the
'followers'. Despite the history lesson, which he tried picturing the
Eygptian class system, from his studies, Seth forgot all of the particulars
and right now, in this time and place, he knew he had to establish his
intentions, like Jake said.

Too, as Seth got up his nerve, he felt ten times more power when the blond
dude in chaps stepped down. He even did a double take, seeing the step-up
at the bar. Half poised, Seth states, "Buy you a drink? I was under the
impression 'you' were offering to buy 'me' a drink!"

%

Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

'Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave' 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!
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