Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 06:10:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave 02

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 02
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

When the high and mighty 'master' stepped from the upper perch of the
seating at the bar, heads seemed to border on the same level.

Being quite forward, he says to Seth, "Like how come you have so many
clothes on?"

As per Jake's conversation in the car, on their way over here, Seth
remembers suggestion number two, 'Don't let the dude try to bamboozle you',
so answers, "When you start turning me on, maybe I'll think about taking my
shirt off!" Seth glances to the side of the dude, Jake giving him the
thumbs up!

The dude, turning to his other side, opposite where Jake stood, addresses
the guy he came in with, in a butch tone, "Get lost!"

Feeling a bit remorseful for this master dude giving up his 'ward' for the
evening, Seth gets another idea, telling 'Mr. Almighty', "If you don't want
him, I'll take him!"

Jake was laughing his ass off, but not too vocally, a hand cupped over his
mouth, seeing the master dude's jaw drop open at the rejection. But then he
got a little concerned when the dude started after Seth. True, on their
ride over to 'The Cave', Seth had assured Jake he could take care of
himself, but he wasn't so sure in which respect, drawing off of Seth's shy,
quiet, calm nature.

News to Jake, imminent was he to find out, when the dude put his hand on
Seth's shoulder, saying, "Hold up there a minute!"

"Whoa!" Jake exclaimed, watching Seth do an about face, his elbow tucking
in the dude's mid section and then seeing his bod cast right over Seth's
shoulder, lying, with his back to the floor, in front of him.

A circle carved out of the crowd, patrons stand numb, looking down on the
twenty-something leather dude, literally stunned out of his gourd.

Cutting a path through the crowd, some other guy, clad in black shirt,
security written on the front, directs at no one in particular, "Okay, the
show's over folks. Who's responsible for this?"

By now, the 'master-dude' was just sitting up. Wimping out, he was about to
name Seth, his index finger pointing suspect.

However, being the honest person he is, Seth owns up to it, "I was
protecting myself in self defense against this jerk."

"Is that so?" The security guard interrogates, asking more the dude on the
floor, but glancing up at Seth.

Thinking fast, the dude on his ass says, "More a misunderstanding,
officer," even though he wasn't a cop. Using his gym-coiffed bod, the dude
rises, saying, "I had offered to buy this gentleman a drink and didn't get
his order... so-o-o-o-o, tapped him on his shoulder to ask him what drink
he wanted and 'bam!'," he pounds his fist into his palm, "I'm over his
shoulder and lying on the floor."

The 'sub-dude' next to Seth would have sworn it was self defense. He's
played with this master-dude before and knows what a hot time he can have,
so didn't want to jeopardize anymore meet ups. He had to outweigh things
because right now, in 'his' eyes, Seth seemed to way over power the other
'master', maybe not by cosmetically resembling a gym-guy, but an instant he
was in love with Seth's handsome face and an attraction which compelled him
to want to touch Seth all over.

Seth knew it wasn't how it went, not in the tone of voice he heard right
before being tagged on the shoulder, but he didn't make a federal issue out
of it, but neither backing down, "It's not as I thought, but I came here to
have a good time, so forget about it."

As he summoned Jake to walk with him, the dude asks, "Hey, you want that
drink?"

Walking away, without a word spoken by Seth, was enough of a response. It
made Jake proud, "Hey, you know, with me you already were cool, but you've
earned the respect of a lot of other dudes tonight? You stood up to
probably the hottest, top-player at 'the Cave'."

"Like I said to the security guard, I... we came here tonight to have a
good time right?"

"Yeah," Jake says.

At first neither Jake, nor Seth realized another bod tagging along. It was
not a prominent realization until the two stood outside the lounge, the
roar of the crowd and music deadening. Only then does their 'mystery
guest', the one who immediately fell in love with Seth, asks, "It's alright
if I hang with you guys, isn't it?"

About to shoot him down, Jake knew this dude, not by name, but by
reputation, of hanging with whomever was cool at the moment.

He was ready to shake the dude off when Seth jumps in with, "Sure, but
isn't your 'friend' in there going to be looking for you?"

Wary of this dude's allegiance, in the name of friendship, Jake interrupts,
"Yeah, aren't you going to be missing Thoer's nightly workover?"

Seeing Jake being a bit unfair, to the point of obnoxious, Seth says, "Want
to give the guy a break?"

"Huh?" Jake says with surprise.

Seth, first privately acknowledging the dude he flipped inside the lounge
as this 'Thoer' character, he asks the guy, looking to be maybe nineteen or
early twenties, "Did Thoer do that to your chest?"

It was a dimly lit hallway, so it was probably tough to pick up on the
guy's red-tinted complexion, embarrassed from the obscure look of his
nips. However, asked a question, he answered, "Yeah."

Still down on the guy, but also to inform, Jake says, "He allowed Thoer to
do that to him, so it's his own fault!"

For the past five minutes or so, Jake began ticking Seth off. A friendly
warning didn't seem to be enough, so Seth asks, "And what was it you wanted
some guy to do to you tonight Jake? Whip your back? Suppose it happened you
had welts on your back? Huh?"

Whatever reason, it seemed Jake didn't like this other guy and says in
rebuttal, "At least I didn't allow some dude I didn't know tie me down and
put spoons-dipped-in-hot-water on my nips?"

Placing his hand lightly on the dude's chest, Seth says with compassion,
"Thoer applied hot spoons to your nips?"

With a look of not being proud of what he's done, the dude nods his head
'yes', saying, "Yeah, I let him do it." He then went on to confess, "I
never had anyone to take care of me. Thoer's my friend, so I let him do
stuff to me."

Realizing he's rubbed over the dude's rough nip, Seth asks, "Sorry, but I
didn't hurt you, did I?"

Seth is surprised to hear, "No, but if you did it would be okay."

"Really? Like how would that go?"

In the meantime, Jake is walking away, headed back to lounge, saying, "See
you guys later."

Seth 'okays' it, and then reiterates, "Why would you think it's fine if I
hurt you?"

The two walking slowly up the hallway, hearing an occasional sound of
either and s&m session in progress or some couple, threesome or group sex
action goings on, the dude says, "Because I think you're nice and.... I
know this can get tired out, but I think you're hot looking?" He looks to
Seth.

"Well that's a first for me," Seth replies. It then dawns on him, "Hey,
what's your name anyway?"

"Doug Flom."

"Is that Austrailian?"

"It could be," Doug replies.

Sensing something here, Seth asks, "Or is it something else?"

"It could be Dutch?" He looks to Seth, as if for a reaction.

"Or it 'is' Dutch?"

"Uh, yeah... could be."

Still trying to figure him out, Seth asks, "Is that with a 'ph' or 'f'?"

"Whichever you think. Doesn't much matter to me." Then Doug follows up
with, "Oh boy was that a no-brainer!"

Seth smiles. "Did you let Thoer do that to your chest because you wanted to
keep him as a friend?"

Doug replies, "Ya got to understand.... hey, what's your name?"

"Seth."

"Understand Seth, Thoer is like the hottest guy at 'The Cave'. Being his
friend, people look up to a guy."

With a little sarcasm Seth says, "I bet it made Thoer look real good having
you on hand to brand your nips. Must've hurt like hell!"

"It did. I was like screaming my lungs out. And you're right, guys were
telling Thoer how cool he was for putting the hots spoons on my nips."

"And other than making you hoarse from screaming, how else did you feel?"

With the same embarrased look as before, Doug replies, "Good. My cock was
as hard as a rock and I was leaking precum. I mean, I was tied down
eagle-spread, but Thoer showed guys how much I liked being branded, by
stroking me gently and producing the ooze coming out of my shaft. You
understand, right?"

Not entirely, Seth not getting it, how a guy can feel pain, yet get a
sexual urge from it. From his own insight, emerged, as he braced his hand
on Doug's shoulder, "Doug, you don't have to take anything painful to know
me or be my friend. Tell me something?"

"What?"

"How long have you been taking abuse from Thoer?"

"Ever since I got into town." Seth, giving Doug a stare, with intent of
wanting to hear this part of the story, Doug says, "Look story, but I got
into town and happened to meet up with Thoer at the gas station. He bought
me something to eat and took me home with him. I was doing stuff around his
house to earn my keep and when he came home from work he would have fun
with me."

"I hate to ask," Seth replies, "about what 'kind' of fun it would entail?"

Again, the not-proud feeling emanating from Doug, he says, "Thoer has a
nice dungeon set up in his basement. Not as nice as 'The Cave', but a hot
time can be had from it."

By the way Seth spoke, anyone could tell he had some streak of
intelligence. "You speak as if past tense? Are you still with Thoer?"

"No. I'm not supposed to talk about it, but..." Doug looks Seth over again,
"you won't tell anybody?"

With more cheer, Seth replies, "I want to be your friend and I'm not out to
gain anything by it."

Doug took this as 'trust', so says, "The security guard who broke up the
fight?"

"Yeah?"

"His name is Steve. After Thoer finished branding my nips, he kind of..." A
sulleness falls over Doug, "...he didn't want me anymore, told me I
couldn't stay with him anymore. Really, he was kicking me out of his
house."

"So what did you do?"

"I didn't have anything more or less than the clothes I was wearing, so he
banned me from returning to his house that night."

"Which was when?" Seth was trying to piece together a time frame.

"A week ago. Last Friday night." And continuing, "I left 'The Cave' and was
walking to 'I-dunno-where' and Steve stopped to give me a lift. When he
found out I didn't have anything on me, no money and no place to go he took
me to his place. But first he took me to a friend of his who goes to the
college he goes to. He's studying to be a doctor and owed Steve a favor, so
he looked after my chest." Feeling up his on pecs with flat palms, Doug
says, "He, the doc-dude, said my nips should not look too bad and probably
the hair will come back in around them." He then reckons, "I guess my chest
hair looks kind of strange with circled patches, huh?"

With a light burst of humor, Seth says, "Look on the bright side... you can
always shave the rest and have a smooth chest?"

"Yeah?" Doug says, with a lilt of hope.

Before Seth can get a word in edgewise, a voice pierces the cold hallway,
"If it means anything, I think it was 'self defense'?"

To their left stands the black-shirted security guard who broke them up.

All three stand there, waiting.

Seth seems to think this is the security guard Doug has talked about, but
wants to keep what he knows incognito.

Doug is not sure how Steve will take the idea he's told Seth, plus he's not
sure he should divulge their association.

Waiting for the silence to pass, Steve suddenly smiles, saying to Doug,
"You told him, didn't you?"

%

Lying in bed, Billy's chest and stomach looked very red, painted from
shoulders to the bottom of his abs, striped from Ali's belt. Really, it was
Billy's own belt, Ali had stripped from the twenty-four year old's pants.

By now, Ali had finished using Billy's ass and was chilling out in one of
the chairs of the dreary motel room. Breathing deeply, Ali slouched in the
chair, still cranking his soft meat.

As for Billy, he kept gnawing at the ropes which were tied to the wrought
iron grid at the head of the bed. It was torture enough, taking the hundred
of so lashes the front of his bod, but more so as he tried freeing
himself. His logic, he was sure Ali was not done with him. He had looked
down upon himself and even though dark hair and tattoos covered some of his
bod, he saw the occasional welt, where his belt had struck the same place
many times. He was suddenly jarred away from his escape plans, as Ali stood
before the bed.

"I am up for some torture. How about you?" Ali laughed, retrieving Billy's
belt from lying across his stomach.

"No! Please! Don't do this. I'll do anything you say!"

But Ali wouldn't hear it. He already knew Billy would do anything. Right
not he was feeling the need to 'hurt' and whether Billy was a player to it
or not, Ali was ready to get hard and stay hard by heating up the buckle of
Billy's belt and applying it to his chest!

%

After Erik finished up 'phase one' of the evening, he waundered back to the
bar. All along, it was on his mind, making him effervescent with
excitement, the thought of leaving Bo tied eagle-spread to the bed, the
bouncer trying to express his anger through the ball gag in his mouth. Of
course Erik would return later for some more ass-fun, but now he had it in
mind for a different type of experience, perhaps with a much younger
willing victim.

"This the way downstairs?" He asks the young guy at the door. From Bo's
description, Erik thought right away this had to be the security official
claiming he was straight.

Tough-like, the man in navy blue asks, "You have a referral?"

Looking around, Erik saw either everyone was at the bar or on the other
side of the door. He leans close enough to converse over the noise, giving
his 'referral', "Bo tells me you're quite the cocksucker?" The back of
Erik's hand gently touches the guard's clothed zipper-anatomy.

"Fuck-off!" he gets in return, his hand swiped away. "Bo's a liar!"

Smiling, Erik's not giving up, tries a strategy he has worked on other
straight dudes, "On second thought, how would you feel about 'me' giving
'you' a hot blowjob?" And if it happened, it wouldn't be the first time
Erik has followed through, of course things kicked up to where he got his
way with a guy.

Standing there, the guard waited a few seconds, his eyes scanning Erik from
head-to-crotch and back.

>From the time he set eyes on this dude, Erik's sensed he could be real
hot. The shirt clung to his pecs, a little loose around the midsection,
which told him this man of authority saw the insides of a gym. Too, if this
was the Todd Parker, Bo talked about, he was much more handsome than words
can say. Not getting a response quick enough, he upped the ante, "My tongue
loves to work over a hot set of pecs and abs?" This time he was getting
away with the back of his hand rubbing over the shirted abs and getting
away with it, told Erik his tender words and hand were beginning to
mesmerize. With a little tug, he began pulling the navy shirt out of his
pants.

A hand stopping Erik's hand, "I get off at one. You got a place?"

Being bold, Erik says, "No, but you do!"

The stern face turns a slight touch of humor, him saying, "I'm Todd Parker
and you are?"

"Erik, but I'm sure before the sun rises tomorrow morning, one of us will
be addressing the other as 'sir'?"

As Erik paraded down the stairs to 'The Cave', he had a grin on his face,
thinking just hot it was going to be, being 'master' over Todd Parker!

%

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.

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