Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2010 13:43:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave 04

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
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with your local laws regarding such.

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

Lucrative Mining Operation: The Cave 04
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"I understand the nature of your temporary job Erik, but do you think
after, when you get off duty, you can show me some stuff?"

It's been a long day, but no matter how tired he grew, his inner
playfullness would never let him be fatigued. However, he wasn't sure how
Patrick was meaning this, so set the college dude straight, "I'm not sure
if you understand this, but I'm strictly top, which means..."

"I know. You're the giver and," Patrick places his hand, like over his own
heart, "I would be the person taking?"

"Just so you know where I stand... oh excuse me."

>From experiencing it himself, Erik knew drinks stayed in the lounge, so
had to guide two guys back, right to the door.

Watching the whole incident, Patrick was amazed at how kind Erik could be
and when he returned, asks, "I don't get it."

"What don't you get?" Erik asks as he 'holds up the wall'.

"Right now, with those guys, you were kind and sweet. How could you ever be
mean?"

Erik smiles, replying, "Acting!"

Deviating, Patrick asks, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"Why? Are you volunteering?" Erik jokes.

Answering a question with a question, Patrick asks, "Why? Do you find me
handsome, debonaire, witty, thoughtful, kind, trustworthy..."

"What're you, a fuckin' boy scout?"

Quick-witted, Patrick replies, "They frown upon our kind. You know, 'don't
ask, don't smell'? They smell cum on you, you're ostracized?"

"No wonder they wouldn't let me in!" Erik replies.

"I'd let you in!"

Erik had mixed reaction. His first, 'sex', second, he wasn't sure.

Seeing the perplexity, Patrick replies, "I live in the same house I grew up
in, not far from campus. My father was a professor at the college before he
retired."

"No mother at home?"

"She divorced and remarried two years before my father was killed in a car
crash."

An honest, gut feeling, Erik was remorseful, "I'm sorry."

"Thanks, but what I was driving at, I live alone and if you come home with
me I'll let you tie me to the bed?"

Erik instructs, "Number one rule of bdsm play is gaining trust of the top
before allowing him to tie you down."

"Yeah, so?" Patrick shucks it aside.

"You don't know me. I could tie you down and steal everything you
own. Worse, I could 'mess you up'!"

"Are you going to tie me down and steal everything I own and then 'mess me
up' before you run off?"

Boldly, accompanied by a grin, Erik asks, "By the way, how tight is your
ass?"

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After x-rays, it was discovered Steve had a very bruised set of abs. Still,
Seth pampered him as he rode in a wheelchair out of the hospital, to
discharge, babying him with words of comfort.

"You know, you're making me feel real good?"

"Didn't you ever have anybody to take care of you?" Seth replies.

"Mom and she's been gone six years. Hey, do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Go ask that doctor over there about Doug?"

"Which one should I ask?"

With a certain smile on his face, Steve replies, "The one with the green
stripes on his tie. Tell him I'm asking."

"Will do," Seth replied.

Following directions, Steve knew the exact moment Seth mentioned his name,
the doctor looking over to him. Then, the two walked in his direction.

First thing, pertaining to 'The Cave', the doctor says, "Really Steve, I
told you if you wanted to get into the whips and chains stuff, I'd oblige
you?"

"Yeah, well this didn't exactly happen as a result of playing around,
Stuart."

"Nice friend you have here," Stuart says, looking for an introduction.

"Stuart, this is Seth."

"Seth?" Stuart questions, looking for more as he takes Seth's hand.

"I just realized!" Steve exclaimed. "You know me, but I don't know your
last name, Seth?"

"Hollister," Seth fills in the blank for them both.

"It's really nice to meet you Seth Hollister."

Seeing it in the way Stuart is acting, Steve says, "Don't get any ideas
Stuart, he's not into bdsm."

"You are?" Seth immediately asks the doctor.

"I am," he smiles.

Rationalizing, Seth asks, "But how can you help sick and dying people and
turn right around hurt them?"

"New to it, eh?" Stuart replies.

"Yes," both Seth and Steve say in unison. Seth says, "I'm new to it," same
time Steve says, "He's new to it."

"And what interest do you have in it?" Stuart asks Seth.

"None. I'm really not interested at all. I came to 'The Cave' with friends
and met Steve."

Tall, dark and glasses, Seth really could not picture the doctor as being
what Erik is, a dominating figure of authority.

"Oh, to answer your question," the doctor says, "about helping people, then
hurting them?"

"Oh yeah," Seth replies, listening intently.

"Some men have a need, a need for pain and some have a need and desire to
give it. I happen to be one who likes to give ninety-nine percent of the
time."

"Hmm," Seth says, "does that one percent happen much?"

Steve cuts in, "Might just be your lucky night Stuart, after you leave for
the night. Seth has a friend which might interest you?"

"Oh really?" Stuart asks. Then turning to Seth, "What is this friend of
yours like?"

Painting a portrait of Erik, Seth replies, "Tall, handsome, hairy, if that
phases you, built nice, can be nice, but can act like he's mean and
nasty. I think probably he's a good actor."

Caught up in the description, Stuart definitely felt a surge, causing his
to react, "Well, it looks like I'll have to hustle right out the door and
over there, when my shift is over!"

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"I got a glimpse of your sheet," the police officer spoke of Billy's
unlawful history, "and see you've been in trouble with the law quite
frequently?"

"So what are you going to do? Torture me too?" Billy replies with
suspicion.

"If I untie you, you won't try to run away?"

"Should I try to run away?"

Lying there in bed, the cop jokes as he unfastens the cuffs, "Not unless
you want to elude a hot blowjob?"

Free from his bondage, Billy rubbed his wrists, then felt up his chest and
stomach with one hand, gasping, "Oh man does that hurt!"

"I've got some nice linament at home which could help with that?"

"Wait. I don't even know your name and you're offering to take me home?
Besides, you told the other cops you were going to haul my ass over to the
police station?" Billy runs his sentences together.

"I'm the head honcho! What I say, goes!" After a brief pause, "Sheriff Tom
Milner," Tom replies, saluting.

"Wait. Why me? Why are you being so nice to me, when you don't even know
me?"

"I know you. I've studied your history. Before you graduated from high
school you got caught up in a gang, became involved in the death of a
couple, of which you were acquitted, then suddenly disappeared off the face
of the map," Tom named.

Filling Tom in what he 'didn't' know, Billy says, "I was taken to some
cave..."

Tom interrupts, "'The Cave'?"

"I don't know. It was 'a' cave is all I know. Dimly lit and containing a
lot of torture stuff. I found out I was there because the brother of the
couple who was killed, thought I should have been punished as well. So I
was beaten, whipped and tortured in other ways and then fucked
over. Believe me," Billy acted sincere and truthful, "I wasn't to blame for
those peoples' death and was punished for nothing."

"And you know what?" Tom asks.

"What?"

"I believe you."

"But why should you believe me, an ex-gang member who has been in trouble
most of his life?"

Tom replies with a gentle smile, "Because you're not the only one in the
world, who has been involved with a gang, Billy?"

"Why such an interest in me?"

Brushing his blond hair from in front of his face, the twenty-eight year
old cop says, "No pun intended, but call it a cop-out, that I had a younger
brother who became entwined in the gang culture. He rejected any help I
offered, most likely because I was on 'the other side' of the law, the one
he felt was out to persecute him and 'his' kind."

Billy was sure of this, but asked anyway, "Something happen to him?"

"Killed, in a gun battle with a rival gang," Tom replies, his hand settling
on Billy's stomach.

It hurt some, but Billy wasn't oblivious to Tom's feelings, then and
now. "And the cop-out part?"

"Everytime I meet a young guy who is in trouble, something kicks in and I
feel I need to reach out. This time that someone if you. Only difference
between you and some other guy is, not only do I think you need a break,
but you're cute!"

It has been a long time since Billy has experienced 'gay love' and he was
almost afraid to do it, but got up enough gumption to reach out to Tom,
skim the side of his face with his thumb. He quickly withdrew, saying,
"It's okay if I do that, isn't it?"

"If it's alright if I kiss you?"

"I haven't kissed a guy in a long, long time. Other than being some dude's
captive and having his cock savagely rough up my ass, I haven't experienced
something... I guess mutually nice, in a long time."

Tom asks again, "So, it's alright if I...."

Beating him to it, Billy raises his hand to the back of Tom's neck and
draws their lips together.

"Owch!" Billy objects, to Tom leaning against him.

"Oh sorry. The welts," he says of leaning against his stomach and chest.

"Not only the whipping Ali gave me, he worked my abs over pretty good too."

Backing off, Tom lay on his side, stretched out along Billy's bod. "You are
definitely overdue for some pampering!"

%

Before they lit out of 'The Cave', Erik decided to have a drink and as he
stood at the bar and had his Margarita, he perused the room. His main
objective was to keep Patrick out of trouble. However, his vision did
pinpoint some objects of desire. He almost choked the living daylights out
of himself when, in the distance, over some tops of heads, he saw a very
familiar face. "Well I'll be!" As per his habit when wading through a crowd
of guys, he rather it felt sensual rubbing skin, rather than excusing
himself out of the way. On target, he intercepts the person of choice a few
feet from the doorway, by saying, "I'm glad you made it out!"

"No thanks to you!" Judson Shane says, sending a message by grinding his
knuckles against Erik's abs.

"You look like you've been through hell, man?" Erik says, looking over
Judson's shoulder, eyeing up the guy trailing behind. "I see you've made a
friend already?"

Walking to the bar, Erik set up the drinks for himself and Judson, his
companion taking to perusing the crowd. "So, how long did it take you to
get out of the mine?"

Making it short, Judson told of the initial capture, his being torture,
then of the two government officials, the third, which was with him now and
the escape.

"You didn't leave them hanging around," Erik meant literally, by their
arms, "did you?"

"I left them in good hands," Judson said with a coy smile. "You remember
Ali used to talk about his connection with the Arabs?"

"You didn't?" Erik replied, with a smile actually. "They can be so sinfully
cruel!"

"Yeah," Judson says. "And when I sold them off to the Arabs, I made it a
point to tell them the one called 'Mack' is a tough bastard and can take a
lot of punishment. I even put it in their ear of how he would make such a
nice slave for some sultan!"

"Hmm, sounds like a nice match for me!"

Judson just stare at Erik, sipped his drink and affixed his eyes on him
once more.

"What?" Erik questioned, even though he had an idea.

"I always thought, if you and I ever retired from 'The Mine', we could make
a go of it. You know I would make it easy for you?" He meant stepping aside
and caving in to serving or servicing Erik.

It had happened quite a few times, whether in the swimming pool or locker
room at 'The Mine', the two getting it on, their time together ignited by a
tender kiss, something which Erik fell prey to at this moment, leaning from
his bar stool to Judson's, taking the back of his neck and forcing their
lips together. Their lips parting, their chests remained locked together,
until Judson's arms retreated from caressing Erik's back.

"I know this is way overused, but I mean it when I say 'I love you man'!"

Erik bestows feelings, "You know, there was a time when I thought I didn't
want to spend my life with any other man than you and you know what?"

"Hm?" He knew what was coming, because he felt it too.

"If it's okay with you, I think we should try to make a go of it?"

And without saying anything, the two are surprised when Patrick walks up to
them and says, "Hey, Erik, this guy says he knows your friend!"

It was the dude who trailed Judson into 'The Cave' lounge.

With disappointment, Erik says, "Oh. You and him? You're together?"

They were, but not like Erik perceived it. In the time between 'The Mine'
and 'The Cave', the two had bonded, but more as if master and slave. Aron
had just been glad, thanking his lucky stars he wasn't left behind to be
stripped and bound and headed off to some conclave, to be later sold off in
some foreign slave market.

Reading into it, Judson says, "Together, but 'not' like you think you're
thinking we're together, Terence."

"Terence?" Patrick questions. "What's that about Erik?"

But Judson jumps in with, "Oh, so you're 'Erik' now?"

Still Patrick pesters, "Who's Terence?"

Having come from the environment as such, Aron can see they don't want to
submit to an interrogation, nor divulge too much, so the twenty-eight year
old says to Patrick, "Hey, you want to go try out some stuff?"

It did the trick, Patrick saying, "Yeah cool!" And telling Erik, "Aron said
I can try out some top-stuff on him. Want to come?"

Erik turns to Judson and fondling his own crotch, "I dunno. We want to
come, Judson?"

"Could be fun," he replies.

Getting hip with the lingo, Patrick says, "Yeah Erik, we can double fuck
them!"

"Double fuck?" Erik replies.

Laughing, Judson says, "Ain't nobody double-fuckin' this ass!" he swats his
own thigh - close enough!

"Oh did I get it wrong? I meant 'you' can fuck your friend, Erik, while I
fuck Aron!"

Aron says to Judson, "I told Patrick is was okay, if it's alright with you,
sir?"

Of course, when they entered 'The Cave', what they had established before
was erased, Judson setting Aron free to roam. Now, Aron was being
facetious, based upon their gentlemen's agreement.

Which opened up the question for Erik's asking, "So, what are you and this
guy to each other, Judson or is it Shane?"

"Shane? Judson?" Aron asks, as if 'which is it?'

"You weren't the only one with the brilliant ideas, to disguise your
identity, should anything bad ever come about?" Judson replies.

Getting the idea of the three on the same page and himself on 'another
page', Patrick asks, "Somebody mind telling me what's going on?"

Of course, up until now, Erik hadn't mentioned any of this to anyone,
outside the three's mutual circle, Aron finding out about 'The Mine'
through the sting operation, for the most part, gone bad, where it came to
his superior and associate.

Then, based upon the atmosphere they were sequestered away in, 'The Cave',
Patrick comes up with, "Or do I have to torture it out of you?" he looks
back and forth between Erik and... as they've found out, Judson's real
identity, first name, 'Shane'.

It was easy to see, the two trying to decide whether to open up or not,
regarding the truth. However, Aron, knowing some of what went on below
ground, puts his hand on Patrick's shoulder and announces, "If you want to,
you can do stuff to me to make me tell? It would be good practice for you?
Probably help you get a good grade on your research paper?"

It was a lot thrown at Patrick, especially when he was joking about a
painful solution to extracting the truth. But in the few short moments he's
known Aron, he's found him to be a really nice guy and thus Patrick says,
"I don't want to hurt you, Aron."

"What not?" Aron differed. "Could be fun, plus," he casually adds, "spend
some time together and get to know each other?"

Not to Aron, but after Shane had turned around to sip his drink, Patrick
asks, "You mean like some guy got to know Shane?"

Shane wondered what it meant, Erik making reference, "He means the welts on
your back?"

And again, trying to turn the tide of the conversation away from 'The
Mine', Shane says, "Oh that. Yeah, guess you can say the guy I was with got
a little carried away."

Erik, seeing Patrick not buying it, lies to make it sound truthful, "We
might as well confess," and Erik had a tough time saying it and not Judson,
"Shane."

Since Shane hadn't the foggiest of what was on Erik's mind, he says, "Go
ahead, 'Erik'."

Smiling, Aron was thinking, 'Oh, this is gonna be fun!'

"Yeah, well, Shane and me, we had gotten together for a friendly game of
roleplaying and..."

"Yeah, friendly," Shane says, pointing a finger over his back, "don't turn
your back on him with a flogger in his hand!"

"Will ya shut up and let me tell the story!" Erik yells, slapping Shane on
the same place he was referring to.

"Owch!" Shane says of it. "That fuckin' hurt!"

And Aron, losing track, says of the 'real' ordeal, "Probably doesn't hurt
as bad as when he was doing it to you!" Of course he meant 'Mack' and not
'Erik'!

"You were there?" Patrick asks Aron, confused.

Erik jumps in with further lies, "Of course he was there. Aron was
restrained eagle-spread. He was next on the list to be tortured," and
looking at Shane, "if I'm allowed to ever tell my story?"

"By all means," Shane replies, "be my guest."

Erik starts in on something he's done before with a guy, especially a
college dude, who needs the money, "So I give Shane here a hundred dollar
bill. I go out the room and tell him to hide it. When I come back, I ask
him where it is. Of course he doesn't reveal the location, so I torture it
out of him."

"And you saw the whole thing?" Patrick asks Aron.

"Sure did. Shane took a lot of abuse for a hundred bucks," Aron replies,
not giving in to detail, lest he should revert back to the real truth.

Shane throws his two cents in, "Like I said, Erik can be real mean with a
flogger!"

"Erik!" Patrick said as if accusing him of brutality.

Erik protests, "It was part of the game!"

Calling it like it was, when Mack was torturing Shane, Aron says of it, "I
thought Shane took it rather well, especially the beating."

Still in the blame mode, Patrick asks, "What else did you do to him, Erik?"

Right now Erik felt like the bad guy, so tried taming his fists, "It was
only a few sucker punches." This time when Erik finished, his eyes settled
on Aron, saying 'shut your fuckin' fat mouth!'

Aron got the message and instead of getting Erik into more trouble, he
says, "Shane's got really strong abs and tell you the truth, I don't think
I could have taken an hour of torture..." he saw Erik give him the
evil-eye, which meant he said a boo-boo!

Sure enough, Patrick was at him again, "You tortured Shane for an hour?"

Shane was loving it, Erik under the gun, but it was bail-out time, "Yeah
and I tell ya, I haven't spent that well-earned hundred bucks yet!"

"Good," Erik replies, "you can start spending it on the drinks you just
bought us!"

To break up their happy chat, Todd Parker walks up to the bar and says, "I
thought you were helping out with security tonight?"

"I am," Erik says, hopping off his bar stool.

"When do you intend on starting, tomorrow morning?" Todd says indignantly.

Guys around were watching and Erik didn't take kindly to it, especially
when he knew three of them personally. Cordially, Erik says, "Why don't we
take this up outside, so we don't interrupt peoples' good time?" Erik
forced a smile, telling guys, "Carry on!" Walking out in the hallway, it
was the most perfect atmosphere, empty. After the door closes, Erik asks,
"Todd?"

"Yeah?" Todd replies, turning around.

Placing a hand over Todd's shoulder, Erik punches him in the stomach.

"Ughh-h-h-h!" Todd belches, both his hands going to his midsection as his
bod folds in half.

Catching him from falling on the floor, Erik says, "I just wanted you to
know how I felt about you belittling me in front of my friends."

Coughing, breathing hard, as Erik helps him up, Todd replies, "Gee, I'm
real sorry Erik. I hadn't realized."

Smiling, Erik says as he helps Todd stand up straight, neatening up the
collar of his shirt, "No problem, just so we have an understanding."

"Yeah, well I wish I could show my appreciation for being so
understanding."

Todd was in uniform, Erik dressed down in dungeon-garb. Gullible, Erik
never saw it coming, Todd's balled up fist seeking out an easy target
between Erik's legs.

"Ohh-h-h-h-h-h-h-hhh-fuckin'-shit!" Erik cried out, his hands collecting
his cock and balls as he bent over and walked to the far wall, before going
down on his knees.

And nonchalantly, Todd says, "Gee Erik, thanks for being so understanding
and 'oh'! Bo told me to tell you he's gotten together a uniform for
you. You can find it at the upstairs bar."

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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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