Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2007 18:06:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  brutal barry

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, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences you, then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are
under 18 years of age, in most state and countries,
you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety
matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real
life.

ROAD TRIP  brutal barry
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"We're here!"

About ready to haul Alfredo's ass out the back gate,
imploding, the wooden gate swings inwards, slapping
into the beaten Latino's chest, knocking his head to
the side.

"Oops!" Barry exclaims. Then realising it could've
been his fault, Barry exclaims, "Look Robbie! I
knocked a guy out!"

"Man, you're brutal!" Robbie exclaims as two of the
leathermen take Alfredo through to the other side of
the gate.

One of the latinos mention, "He was already out."

Slowly, one by one, each team member enters through
the portal, from the regular world, into the `land of
bdsm fun'.

"Aiiiiiii!" Geraldo Estevez says in amazement,
spotting each member of the Applegate University swim
team enter, integrated with a few of the Greenville
team.

Youngest member of the BDSM clan, Enrique Carrao looks
beyond Robbie's bold physique, at guys around his own
age, saying, "I think I've died and gone to heaven!"

Looking over the lot of swim jocks, Enrique's
attention is drawn to one of them, walking towards
him, point blank.

With both hands, Jason Youngblood, senior member of
the Applegate swim team, reaches out, taking in his
hands two cross-pieces of the leather harness,
extending over Enrique's shoulders, down his chest and
over his rounded pecs. Shiny rings intersect the
straps of leather. He slides his fingers in between
leather and skin, feeling it up. "I've never felt one
of these before. Nice feel to it."

Looking down upon himself at his own brown-haired
chest, Enrique's eyes make contact with Jason's hands,
zings shocking his cock and balls as the twenty-one
year swim-jock rubs the back of his hands against the
light chest fibers. "You like it, do you?"

"Yeah." Then, letting the straps spring back in place,
Jason observes, "Do you have to position these rings
to fit exactly over your nips or...."

Quite to everyone's surprise, Enrique lifts his hand,
cups Jason's head in his hand and directs his face to
his chest.

"Look what he's making Jason do, Robbie!"

As Barry walks over to the two twenty-something year
olds, he sticks his face in between head and chest,
trying to see where Jason's face is headed.

They hear Enrique say to Jason, "I know you want it
boy."

"Huh?" Jason questions, as his face is smooshed up
against the six foot tall leatherman's hairy chest.

Astounded, all get caught up in Barry's remark to
Jason, "He wants you to lick his nip, dummy!"

With his lip already touching metal, Enrique loosens
the pressure on Jason's mane.

"I woulda never believed it," Barry says, the swim
jocks all showing question on their face.

"Um, like what are you talking about, babe?" Robbie
asks, standing next to his lover.

"Jason," Barry replies, "even though he's not gay, I
figured him at least a topguy... I mean... look at him
go!"

Robbie, as well as some of the others, swimmers and
leathermen, inquisitively take a look, watching Jason
twist his tongue around inside of the round metal
loop, one of the intersecting rings holding the chest
area of the harness together.

"Awesome!" Robbie remarks, licking his lips.

Some of Miguel's ratpack noticed Robbie doing so,
attention keyed in on Jason, his tongue swirling
around, teasing Enrique's nipmeat, wetting down his
pec fur.

"Top, yeah right," one of the leathermen cast a shadow
of doubt over Jason. Another put it, "He wouldn't be
going at it with such enthusiasm if he wasn't a
faggot!"

"You're right," Robbie says, "he's really getting into
it."

All the team stood there, eyes widening, when they saw
Enrique sigh in pleasure, the hand again on the
swimmer's head, not moving Jason to the other nip, but
rather pushing downwards. Right to his knees Jason
succumbed to the master's ruling, his tongue `wanting'
a taste of the thin, black treasure trail, on the way
down.

"Told ya he's a faggot!"

Tommy Perez gawks, saying, "Yeah. I wouldn't have
believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes...
he," meaning Enrique, "didn't even tell Jason what to
do and he's wetting him down!"

When Enrique snapped open his codpiece the aural sound
of snaps being pulled open, plus the visual, first his
9c, semi-erect, popping out, followed by himself
unearthing his balls from the leather prison, Flip
Peterson, whom has palled around with Jason, says,
"You might as well stuff that back in," talking about
Enrique's shaft and balls, "you'll never get him.....
to...."

Turning his head a little to the side, Jason ran his
tongue alongside Enrique's hard cock, to the tip then
tried forcing the tip of his tongue in the little pee
hole, before moving forward, with a little coaxing on
Enrique's part, he forced his tool into Jason's open
orifice.

"OMG! You are gay!" Flip says, totally freaked out
with amazement.

Robbie says, theoretically, "I guess that makes Jason
a bottom."

"They call it submissive," Barry tells.

Other than Jason or Enrique, the others' attention, is
drawn to Barry.

"Uh-huh. And what would you know about all this,
babe?" Robbie inquires.

"Oh, I know lots about leather guys. I was curious
when Roberto told us what was happening this weekend
with coach, so I looked it up on the net one day. It's
a whole science!"

"Science?" One of the leather dudes, Mario, questions,
asking one his fellows, Geraldo, "What is this
science?"

Boldly, Barry states, "What are you? A bunch of idiots
or something?"

"Um, sweetheart, I don't think you should go around
saying things like..." Robbie's voice trailed off,
watching the two remaining leathermen turn their
attention towards Barry.

Dropping their arms from folded across their harnessed
chests Mario and Geraldo walk over to where Barry is
standing, a vision of ironclad authority ruling over
their demeanor. Looking around for backup, Robbie
finds out he's `it', as he stands with his boyfriend.

As Geraldo speaks, Mario is eyeing up Robbie's
physique, the tee shirt showing off his chiseled
build. "You should know what you're up against before
you go around bullshitting, punk!"

"Who you callin' a punk?" Barry questions, throwing
the question back in the thirty-one year olds face, as
he steps up to him, close enough quarters to feel his
breathing on him.

"Can somebody tell me what's going on here?"

Miguel, stepping up to the quartet, places his hand on
Robbie's shoulder, as if opening up a passage way to
the enclosed four way conference. Immediately drawing
off a flashback, Barry remembers how Robbie handled it
when the two Greenville jocks attacked him. Thinking
Robbie in danger, Barry jumps on Miguel's foot, grabs
at his hair and yells in his face, "Why don't you pick
on somebody your own size?"

Well this grabbed not only the attention of Geraldo
and Mario, but Enrique snapped out of his pleasurable
reverie to behold the sight of the unheard of... a guy
going up against Miguel. Also, as far as height
relationship, Robbie towered over Miguel by four or
five inches, which shot holes in Barry's theory about
size. However, the gasps turned to humor, when Miguel
began walking around, making fun of Barry as he
paraded the outskirts of the small crowd, carrying
Barry on top of his boots.

"Huh?" Barry questioned, when Miguel walked him
around, eventually pinning Barry up against the ropes
of the backyard ring.

When Barry saw Robbie giggling, a smile on his face,
Barry accused him of, "Is that what I get for trying
to save your life?"

Tapping Miguel on the shoulder, the six foot two swim
jock says, "Um, excuse me sir, but..."

Robbie didn't see it coming, as Miguel's arm thrusted
backwards, his elbow planted in Robbie's abs.

"Ummmpfffff!" Robbie belched out.

"Shit!" Barry immediately called out, his reaction
being to countermand the elbow-to-the-gut action.

"Oh shit!" All three latinos shouted out, as Barry
punched Miguel in the stomach.

It was the first time in Barry's whole life he didn't
hurt his hand, actually getting the intended results,
thought up in a flash.

In reality, the elbow to Robbie's abs was a
superficial surprise, the swimmer recovering almost
immediately.

Bending over to where Miguel stood doubled in half,
Robbie inquires, "Are you alright mister?" Then, off
on a new tangent, "I can't believe it worked!"

"Well you know who you just punched, sweetheart?"

"Sure I do. A leather guy. I can't believe I decked
the mean bastard!"

Mario and Geraldo even got in the act of trying to
console, Mario asking, "You alright Miguel?"

Mario informed Barry, "If I were you kid, I'd head out
of here and don't stop running til you're clear up the
highway!"

They all expected Miguel to recover, then start
cursing Barry out, using him for a punching bag, like
they've witnessed before when somebody stepped out of
line. But no, they stood there astounded as the
recovering host smiled, offering his hand, introducing
himself, saying, "Solid punch you've got there....
you've got guts.... I like a man who's not afraid to
show who he is..."

Barry looked upon this as a victory, smiling a Robbie,
After all, he only decked the notorious brother of
their coach's partner. Miguel placed his arm around
Barry and treated him like a hero.

Robbie hovered over the two, as Miguel asks Barry,
"You bring your gear?"

"Gear?" Barry asks.

"Your leather?"

"Um, he doesn't own any leather, sir."

Stopping from walking towards the back door of the
service station, Miguel turns around and looks at
Robbie, who has just given Miguel a bit of
information.

Eyeing Robbie up and down, Miguel yells something in
the direction of Geraldo and Mario, in the native
tongue they share.

"It's times like these I wish I took Spanish instead
of Italian!" Robbie comments.

"He told the two Geraldo and Mario to strip you down
and hang you up," Barry says, translating the Spanish
into English.

"You know `the language'?" Miguel asks Barry.

Finding it an excuse to gloat about it, Barry replies,
"Sure. I can speak four languages, English, Spanish,
French, Italian and I'm taking second year German!"

It was something which amazed even Robbie, the first
he's heard of it. As Barry and Miguel head for the
indoors, the back gate opens. The two who saw fit to
deliver Alfredo to the pound, enter.

"Slave roundup time!" Geraldo yells in the direction
of Luis and Javier.

Scattered throughout the rather large parcel of grass
and trees, fenced in by a high wall of brick and
mortar, the other swim jocks have been taking a
self-guided tour, studying the wooden `X' and square
frames with leather cuffs attached.

"What's this for?" Josh Berg asks, holding up a
conical object, flesh-colored, starting out narrow and
wide at the base.

"Your ass, boy," Javier says, grabbing it out of his
hand.

"Ass?" Josh questions.

"Hey, didn't you just go inside....with Miguel?"
Javier asks of Larry, Barry's twin, standing with his
newly discovered boyfriend, Edwin, from the Greenville
team.

In their language, Geraldo informs Javier of the
`identical twin' situation. Javier then remarks to
Larry, "So you are twins?" Javier could care less
about Larry, spying Edwin next to him, eyeing his
Latino-bro up and down. Choosing, Javier bunches the
pec area of Edwin's tee shirt up in his fist. Audibly
both can hear the stitch in the fabric give away.

"Hey! You ripped my tee shirt!"  Edwin complains.

An evil smile already taking up space on Javier's
face, he tears the fabric even more, purposely this
time, telling, "You're not gonna need it anyway, boy!"

Going back a week, when Anthony and Miguel chatted on
the phone for the last time before going on their road
trip, Roberto overheard every little detail, as
Anthony sat back in his chair, hands behind his head,
as he conversed with the speakerphone. Most of the
time Roberto was making faces, shaking his head when
he picked up on his brother's suggestions, knowing
Anthony was falling for everyone of them. Only once
did he hear Anthony sigh in disappointment, when
Miguel mentioned his experience with the two college
jocks, bound together, telling Anthony, `too bad
there's only one of you'!' Well, that same evening,
while Anthony was busy, Roberto got on the phone with
Miguel, noting one of the one `harmless' scenario in
which Anthony was very disappointed. When Miguel
mentioned `Where am I going to get a college jock?
They are all on vacation,' Roberto suggested an
Applegate student. `They `all' don't go home on
Thanksgiving vacation,' he reasoned with Miguel. So,
Miguel dumped the responsibility of finding a college
jock to meet up with them at their hacienda, on his
bro.

In the days which followed, Roberto was able to
manuever the conversation with his lover, finding out
key information. Next day, he tracked down Anthony's
extra set of telephone numbers for the Applegate
University Swim Team and look up a number of one of
the swim jocks Anthony had mentioned as hanging around
campus for the Thanksgiving holiday. Before Anthony
arrived home from a days work, Roberto was on the
phone with Robbie Sinclair, explaining the situation.
Robbie thought it could be kind of fun. Of course,
being on the phone, Roberto couldn't see Robbie's hand
stuck down his briefs, fondling his cock, turning it
into a mass weapon of masturbation.

Robbie, not keeping anything from Barry, mentioned it
to him. Barry told Larry, Larry told Edwin, Edwin told
his fellow Greenville swim team member, Gil Giaimo,
during practice with the Applegate team. When some of
the Applegate guys heard Coach Torricelli's name
mentioned they eavesdropped, catching the plans of the
kinky action.

"Where does Robbie fit in?" Gil asks Edwin.

"I'm not sure how it all is going to go. They are
doing some type of kinky roleplay... something about
tying Robbie face to face with Coach Torricelli,"
Edwin explained.

Then it became obvious of the Applegate team listening
in, when Sean Duffy nonchalantly comments, "Damn! I
think I'll cancel my flight reservations!"

The jocks had talked about who was going where for the
Thanksgiving holiday, Sean back to Ireland, Mik to New
York City, the others hitting other destinations in
the continental US. However, not all had plans, either
really not wanting to make the family scene, or
staying behind because of travel inconveniences. The
five Applegate swim jocks who would be remaining on
campus, Tommy Perez, Flip Peterson, Jason Youngblood
and the Billington twins, all wanted in on Robbie's
road trip. Barry was a definate shoo-in, but the other
four needed to plea their case.

"Well why can't we go and watch?" Tommy questions
Robbie.

The group of six stood around getting steamed up, in a
semi-circle around Robbie, as he showered, running
circles of soap over his chest and abs.

"Because Roberto's bro is only looking for one college
dude," Robbie said, the only excuse he could improvise
on.

Sarcastically, Jason comments, "You're not leaving
your `sweetie' behind though?"

"Yeah... well, there's always one exception."

Flip Peterson says, "Sure would be hot seeing you and
coach cemented together," as he stood there, firming
up his piece.

"Forget it guys," Robbie offered as final, finishing
with, "besides, Roberto's brother and his friends are
looking for submissive bottoms. I don't think you guys
can get into that kind of thing."

Turning to Tommy Perez, Flip reaches for the nineteen
year olds nips, gently massaging them. "I think Tommy
could get into it, huh Tommy?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" Tommy replied, dropping his head back
as his cock stuck out, showing how much he was
enjoying having his nipmeat pulverized.

Robbie reiterates, "Um, I just said... Miguel's
friends play some kind of master-slave game.
They are looking for bottom guys," slinging the
comment at Flip who is dominating Tommy's pleasure
zones.

"I might be able to get into it," Flip coolly
mentions.

"I'll say," The Senior, straight member of the team
states, slapping Flips hand off his hard shaft.

Fuck you, Youngblood!" Flip returns.

"In your dreams," Jason responds.

Leave it to Barry, entering the shower area, still in
his shirt and shorts, sneakers sloshing over the wet
floor, to say, "How come Roberto can't call his
brother up and tell him your bringing your friends,
babe?"

"Yeah," Barry's bro, Larry responds, "if you can go,
why can't we?"

Not only are Barry's eyes trained on Robbie, but the
whole team stands there, waiting for a reaction,
hopefully in the affirmative.

Tommy says, "It's better than hanging out on campus
all weekend," meaning Wednesday evening through
whenever they had to report for classes Monday
morning.

"C'mon man. Get on your cell and call Roberto. All he
can say is `no'," Jason Youngblood reasons.

"He's right babe," Barry stands up for them.

"Um, you're getting wet," Robbie tries to sidetrack
the conversation, as water bounces off his six foot,
two bod.

It didn't work, as Barry responds, "I can go get your
cellphone, babe?"

But Robbie tells him, "You can get wet, but my cell is
a different story!"

In a few short seconds, Robbie is being hounded,
rushed from the shower to the lockerroom by the swim
team, Barry bringing up the rear, saying, "Hey! Wait
for me guys". He stashes the tower of soggy towels he
was holding.

"Hey, you with anybody yet?"

Taking a quick glance around, Flip Peterson notices
how the guys are pairing off with the other
leathermen. By now, Flip knew `the game'. Turning
around, he was greeted by a man, say late twenties,
hands on his hips, trying to look cool, decked out in
chaps, boots, a leather vest and a leather armband
around his bicep, a leather cap to top off the leather
fashion.

Before anything more was said, Flip made it perfectly
clear, "If you're thinking of stripping me down and
tying me up, forget it... and another thing, I don't
get fucked!"

>From the way the leatherman looked, conducted himself,
the blond haired, blue eye swimmer figured he would
get pounced on, so kept up his guard. After all, Flip
was a couple of inches taller and so he came across
more as a power authority, waiting for retribution.

Instead, he got a toothy grin and, "Cool!"

"Hmm..." is all Flip said.

"Hey, you wanna exchange clothes?"

"Huh?" Flip replied.

"You know. Positions. You be the master and I'll be
your slave? Game?"

Something came over the eighteen year old, as he stood
there, eyeing up the hairy-chested man, the stripe of
dark, almost black hair jetting down to his navel and
beyond. Pronto, he snapped into the mold of a dominant
`sir', taking a few quick lessons from what he was
hearing from the wide circle around him, dictated,
"What the fuck you doing with my chaps on boy?"

"Sorry sir. I'll get out of them real quick, sir."

Flip smirked, bubbling with laughter inside, but
remaining composed on the outside facade, as he barked
out, "That'll be Master Peterson to you, boy!"

"Yes sir.. I mean Master Peterson, sir," the five
foot-eleven dominant-turned-sub replied cordially.

Flip stared at every inch of body as it was revealed,
chest hair fanning both pecs, nips barely visible, the
thick stripe down his abs, swirling around the deep
innie, then the spectacular jump to his pubes, as his
chaps came down. As each article of clothing came off
of his `slave' and onto his own bod, Flip kept his
attention attuned to his leather-boy.

"Aren't you forgetting something boy?"

"Um, it's kind of personal. I never take it off."

Keyed in on the only item left on his bod, Flip stared
at the leather band around his boy's bicep. Also, from
all around him, he was picking up the `leather lingo'.
"If that armband isn't attached to my bicep in thirty
seconds, you'll be punished boy!" Flip could tell he
was thinking, or was it he was `playing the game'? Was
his slaveboy intentionally defying his order?

>From across the yard, they both turned their attention
to the far wall, when one of the swim jocks, Jason,
let out a whelp, as Enrique delivered a strap across
his shoulder blades.
A slight smile creased Flip's lips, as he looked at
his boy, still with his attention cast to Enrique and
Jason. Flip could swear he was licking his lips, as if
wanting something so bad. Looking to his right, he
noticed a wooden rack, different caliburs of whipping
tools hanging from it. Flip placed his hand on a
strap, a whipping tool resembling one of his belts in
his closet. His whole being tingled, but mostly the
spot between his legs. With his boy's back facing him,
he knew the stance a man takes when rubbing himself
between the legs. A few moments ago, as he watched his
prize strip, Flip heard another `sir' tell his
subject, Tommy Perez, to stop touching his cock, that
it no longer belonged to him. To call his boy's
attention, Flip rubbed the doubled leather weapon back
and forth, up and down, across his boy's back, with a
nasty flair, saying, "I want that armband boy. You
ready to place it on my arm?"

Turning around, Flip now held the strap in front of
him.

"Sorry Master... I..."

"Oh shit!" Flip said himself, as his boy gasped, when
thinking he tapped the hairy abs actually delivered a
moderate blow to his stomach. "Did that hurt?"

Smiling, dropping out of the play, into reality, his
boy replied, "A little. Not much actually."

Both looked at the red splotch over the stomach trail.
Seemingly a lull in the roleplaying activity, Flip
asks, "What's your name?"

"Mario Gonzales."

"Um, nice to meet you... I mean... I'm Flip
Peterson... I actually never did this before. Can you
tell?"

"I'd say a little more than obvious, but if you want
to get into it, I could coach you along?" Mario.

A bit skeptical, Flip says, "Sure. Right. You're going
to tell me how to hurt you."

A grin across Mario's face, he replies, "I can take a
fair amount of pain, if you're into giving it."

"I'm not sure," Flip replied, but at the same time,
his balls remained active. Then he puts the question
to Mario, "Um, I can't say that I really get into this
roleplaying shit. Can't we just `do some stuff'?"

Smiling, Mario replies, "No problem." Then, looking to
his left arm, he proceeds to take off his armband.
"Here you are."

"But you said..."

Giggling, Mario replies, "Yeah, you had me convinced
there for a moment."

"Huh?" Flip says as Mario fits the armband around his
upper arm.

"The armband. Refusing to take it off." Still smiling,
Mario fills him in, "It would have been the perfect
scenario."

"What would have been?" Flip asks, still not sure
where this is going.

"My refusal to take it off. I was sure you were going
to give me a hot whipping til I gave in. What a pity.
I really feel like getting a whipping too. And..." He
stops midsentence, looking Flip up and down.

"What?"

"It would've been a hot roleplay, you giving me a
beating."

"Wait," Flip stopped him, "I don't get it," even
though Flip `was' getting it a little, but still
unclear of Mario's intentions.

"I think you're hot."

"Hot?" Flip questions.

"Yeah, especially how you treated me when I approached
you. The more I talked with you, the more I knew I
would be surrendering my leather to you."

Now getting most of the gist of it, Flip ventures to
say, "I own your cock and balls too, right?"

Mario loved what he was hearing. Being willing and
able, he was ready to take Flip off the deep end,
trailing behind him. "How about we start with some
cock'n'ball torture?"

Flip wasn't too sure about it, thinking of his own
cock and balls, but he didn't hesitate to follow
Mario, as he was led across the yard and inside the
gas station.

Same time, Miguel ushered his young protege into body
shop.

"Hey! Look at you and me Flip... we both got leathers
on!"

Flip had to admit Barry looked quite `transformed'.
"Wow! You look awesome Barry."

"You look cool too. Um, how come you have leathers on
and he doesn't?" Barry asks, his nodding head refering
to Mario.

The sight was already giving Miguel's balls
palpatations.

Mario, anxious to get started with his torture
tutoring, explained, mostly for Miguel's benefit,
"He's a hot top. I felt like switching."

In passing by Flip, Miguel patted the new leatherman's
shoulder, remarking, "When it comes to his balls, show
no mercy.... he'll love you for it!"

"Oh really?" Flip said, turning to look at Miguel walk
away, expecting more conversation.

Instead, he turned around quickly when he heard Mario
gasp out loud, followed by, Barry coolly saying,
"Miguel said I can do that to any of the
`slave-guys'!"

Mario mentions, "It was only a niptug. No big deal."

Sure enough, the skin around Mario's right nip was
red. Another thing was very prominent, Mario's stiff
cock, leaking.

"So, you really do get turned on by pain?"

"Yeah and it'll be especially nice getting it from
you."

For now Flip was giving up on the `image' thing, but
wasn't about to let go on the idea Miguel put into his
head. "What's all this about your balls?"

"Want to find out?" Mario said, grinning, taking slow
paces towards one of the bondage tables.

%

Meanwhile, Barry walked along with his cohort, Miguel,
both carrying on a conversation as if the nineteen
year old has been into bdsm all his life. Stopping at
the `X', holding Jason Youngblood, eagle-spread with
his back facing the audience, Enrique has just
finished cracking a flogger across his back.

"Wow! I never woulda thought," Barry gasps, looking at
the red back where fronds of leather has caressed it
for the past fifteen minutes.

"Yep," Enrique replies to Barry, "he's really loving
every minute of it too."

The two watched as Enrique reached around Jason's
thighs and milked his cock two times, drawing out
strands of precum.

"Can we get on with it now?" Jason impatiently yells
out.

"Impertinent slaveboy you have there," Barry comments.


Miguel, obviously not sure what Barry just said, adds,
"You've got a foul-mouthed boy there, Enrique. You
oughta teach him some manners."

"Oh don't you worry about that. In three days I'll
have him eating outta my ass!"

It wasn't a chapter Barry much cared for, but
commented on, "You're really going to have Jason
eatting your shit? Man, that's really gross!"

Enriques was lenient towards Barry's feelings, telling
him, "Nah. I'll just have him lick my hairy ass."

"Make sure you're squeaky clean."

"I'll keep that in mind." Then Enrique suggests, "Hey,
you want to flog my boy?"

Not given much of a chance to voice his opinion,
Enrique had the handle of the six-strand flogger
placed in Barry's hand, his hands positioning him in
the correct manner to get a good swipe of Jason's
shoulders and mid-back. Then, taking Barry's hand in
his, Enrique lifted the flogger up and made motions as
if he was actually whipping Jason. When he withdrew
his hand, Enrique said, "Go for it!"

Barry had only read about it, trying it out, swinging
his belt against his bed, utilizing his pillow as a
guy's back. Even though Enrique had moved him into
what he thought was a good stance, Barry repositioned
himself twice, before lifting the flogger behind
himself. He then made mention, "I've only done this
with a belt."

Miguel and Enrique exchanged glances, Miguel saying,
"I thought you are a novice?"

"Oh, I am. I mean I used to practice whipping my
pillow with a belt. I never did it with a flogger."

It put a smile on Enrique's face, as he took the
flogger from Barry's hand, saying, "I think it's about
time we've moved on."

As Enrique took Barry over to the rack containing a
multitude of whipping devices, Miguel stayed behind. A
couple of times, Enrique and Barry turned their
attention to the yard, upon hearing Jason's yelps,
Miguel reconfiguring the flogger, readying for the
next lash.

"That one is like my belt at home," Barry pointed to a
brown leather strap.

"Then that's the one," Enrique said gleefully.

"Um, but Jason's my friend. We're on the same swim
team. I don't want to hurt him."

Putting his arm around him as they walked back,
Enrique assured Barry of two things. First, Jason was
going to love feeling the leather strap snap against
his skin and secondly, he would instruct Barry so he
wouldn't leave any permanent marks on Jason's back.

%

"How's that?"

"Oh man... you don't know how hot it feels!"

"Hurt?"

"You bet it does!"

Flip gulped, after adding another small weight to a
hook, attached to a rope, fastened around a pulley,
extending high up in the service station ceiling, the
other end tautly pulling against Mario's body,
restraining his balls towards the ceiling.

"I'm ready for another," Mario said.

His body all sweaty, he applied a small grin to the
corners of his mouth, showing Flip he was enjoying
having his balls stretched out.

"Um, can't we try something else?"

"Sure. Want to do my nips next? If you want you can
drip hot wax on my chest, then rip my hair out around
my nips. Makes it easier to see what you're doing, as
you torture them."

"That's gotta really hurt," Flip said, testing Mario.

"I know. Cool, huh?"

%

Barry eyed up Jason's upper back, methodically
thinking about how to lay the leather strap across it,
as if following some intricate theory. "Okay. I know
where I'm going to whip him."

It's then Enrique stepped in, showing Barry how to
draw the strap behind him. He gave Miguel the
priviledge of showing Barry how to crack the strap.
When Barry tried it, he accidentally whipped his own
thigh!

"Oh fuck did that hurt!"  The three looked at the red
welt forming.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection without prior written permission, by the
author.

Other stories by T. Chase McPhee

NATURE WALK
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FOR THE LOVE OF MICHAEL
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STRIPEs
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TIDELIGHT ZONE
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iCONS
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MUSCLE JOCKS FOR DOMINATION
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CHRONICLES OF MARK SASSOON
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....