Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2007 14:35:08 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  for old times sake

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  for old times sake
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Why did you stop, Mario?" Flip asks, as the cop
hovers above the teen's stiff cock.

"Because you said you were getting close."

Perplexed, the college swim-jock's face showed his
puzzlement, asking, "Yeah, so?"

"Move over," Mario said, his bod falling, back against
the mattress, trying to fit his hundred and
seventy-eight pound bod between Flip's arm and the
edge of the bed.

For a moment, silence filled the gap between spoken
words, both looking up at the ceiling, til Flip nudged
Mario's arm,  asking, "So what's up?"

Turning on his side, facing Flip, Mario's left elbow
plunged into the soft bed, resting his head on his
palm. As he spoke, his free hand fell to the eighteen
year old's smooth chest. Realising he might have
overstepped boundaries, he lifted it up.

"It's okay," Flip said, looking at the palm rising off
his chest. "I mean... if you want to... um, you could
leave it there."
Flip did some rearranging of his own, his right hand
diving under Mario's left armpit, up to mid-arm. "That
okay?" He asked of the twenty-nine year old cop. It
also left the smallest gap between hairy and smooth
chests. Noticing how sensuous it felt, Flip moved his
whole body to his right, til he could feel the brown
hair against his smooth skin. This also gave Mario no
place but Flip's bod to rest his hand.

When Mario sensed the pleasure Flip was getting out of
his hand traversing the teen's pecs and stomach, he
ventured to change from a handrub to wet tongue. His
intentions to converse with Flip would have to wait!

%

It was the first time Anthony ever hung upsidedown
from his ankles and even though he now stood on solid
ground, he remained a little unsteady at first at
keeping his balance. He couldn't see anything, being
confined to a world of darkness behind the black
leather hood, but he could still hear. Anthony's cock
started pulsing when he heard Miguel's voice, saying
something about a `college student' being brought
inside the station. He had a flashback to what Roberto
had mentioned about Miguel tying two college dudes,
face to face and hoisting them up. `I'll be doggone',
Anthony thought to himself, when a bare body slapped
up against his own, his own cuffed wrists being
coupled with another set. It was like a dream come
true, thinking about a guy younger than himself,
paired up with his chest, stomach and pubes, about to
be hoisted up together as one slab of meat.

"I think we could do something about these?"

One hand, fondling two sets of hairy balls, set off
the two bondage victims in moaning. Unbeknownst to the
two, their visual world sealed off behind leather
coverings, neither could sense the excitement as
Miguel smiled, his hand on the codpiece of his chaps,
stirring up a hot feeling within. Taking the smile as
a go ahead, Tino bent down, knelt on the floor and
began untying the lace from his leather boot. Sure, he
could have found something to torment the two, but it
seemed more personal, erotic, to settle for his own
personal belonging.

"Before you get started, try these on for size?"

Tino knew Miguel didn't mean himself, as Miguel held
out his palm, tabling some torture-ware.

"Nice idea," Tino said of the two sets of alligator
clamps, welded back to back so the biting ends could
torture two nips at once, right nip to the other
victim's left nip. "Your own invention?"

"Yeah," Miguel responded, adding, "bet you didn't know
I had such a devious mind?"

"On the contrary," the twenty-four year old med
student replies, "I find it highly..." his hand rubs
his crotch, "erotic?"

"Why don't you find out?" Miguel pushes Tino's
buttons, picking up the other set of melded together
alligator clamps, joining it with the first set in his
fellow dungeon-master's hand. Before setting him to
work on Anthony and his matched up bondage mate,
Miguel pulls something out of his pocket. "And before
you start their pecs on fire..."

Tino was curious to the piece of wood Miguel held in
his hand, asking, "Another one of your dreamed up
tortures, I take it?"

Instead of answering verbally, Miguel pried apart the
two naked men, separating them enough to place one end
of the two inch dowel stick in Anthony's navel.

"What tha?" Tino says, tall enough to gaze over
Miguel's shoulder.

Miguel's answer was to break out in a devious
laughter. At the same time, Anthony elicits a moan,
his hooded head dropping back as if being
cock-stroked. As Miguel forces the stick inwards, he
places the other end in the opposite navel. Another
groan is heard, but more of a painful tone as Miguel
lets the two bods closeup the gap, engulfing the
visible part of the wooden dowel stick between. Like
forcing a cock up an ass, Anthony arches his back,
pressing his abs forwards, trying to get the utmost
benefit of pleasure from the insertion. What neither
anticipates, nor can see, is Miguel stepping back,
stroking the leather codpiece, stimulating his hidden
cock and balls.

"Nice," Tino says, again in english so the two can
understand the pleasure he is feeling from their
`misery'. To warm up the end of one side of the
alligator clamps, Tino rubs it on Anthony's nip. "How
about a double whammy?" He asks Miguel, who is only
too overjoyed to take the other set of clamps and
stand to the other side of the two bondage-boys,
hanging by their arms.

Following Tino's lead Miguel rubs the alligator clamp
over Anthony's bondage-mates nip, producing extreme
pangs of pleasure from his lips.

"I hope these have been sterilized," Tino questions
Miguel, his innate quest to make sure things are done
in a cleanliness manner.

"First time I use them amigo! But you know I am safe."

"Ready?" is Tino's reply, edging Miguel on to follow
his direction.

Holding one set in his hands, Tino pinches down on the
opposite end of the jaws, opening the mouth of the
metal serrated edges. Slowly, he forces the nip meat
of Anthony's left pec inside, along with the meaty
part of the other captives nip. "Wait for my signal,"
Tino tells Miguel.

At the same moment, the alligator's jaws surrounding
both pairs of nips, Tino senses the tenseness of the
two hanging slaves. Smiling, he nods his head to
Miguel.

Muffled sounds are heard inside the masks, but
unmistakenly the roars of pain a man produces when
metal teeth are digging into their flesh. Accompanying
the painful singing, Miguel voices his opinion on how
hot the scene is, the two bodies thrashing around til
they learn stillness is a key in keeping there nips
from being stretched and tormented. At the same time,
taking the lace he stashed in between his beltline and
flesh, Tino proceeds to tie it around Anthony's
ballsacs. In doing so, it makes him smile when wetness
is bubbling out of both men's cocks, coating the back
of his hands. After dividing Anthony's balls with the
leather bondage tool, he tightly cinches both
captive's ballsacs together, almost overwhelmed by the
lubricating juice. With five inches leftover, Tino
winds it up and around both cocks, melding them as
one, tying a simple knot under the flange of both
fucking tools.

"Want to give them a yank?" Tino calls out to Miguel.

Moans of pleasure and groans of pain are a constant
factor in the two as Miguel yanks on the rope attached
to a pulley, four leather cuffs dragging bodies
upwards, tippee-toes barely touching the cement floor.
New pangs of pleasure and pain erupt as bodies are
forced together, the dowel putting pressure on two
stomachs, two sets of nips moving about, encased in
shards of metal, balls stretching to keep their bods
from moving away from each other.

Lastly, Tino holds out implements, saying to Miguel,
"Pick one."

Choosing the leather strap, a whipping implement
resembling a wide belt, he leaves the multi-fronds of
a flogger, in Tino's hand, cautioning, "Not too much,
Tino."

In response, Tino smiles, saying, "I know. You don't
want Roberto bashing your balls in!" Standing there,
looking at Anthony's already pink back, signs of the
few lashes he took in the ring, Tino smiles, saying to
himself, `you're going to love this, Anthony'. The
sound of a crack of the strap can be heard, both
bodies swinging, renewed pain and pleasure evoked, as
nips pull against clips, stomachs feel a stabbing pain
and private parts strain against tight leather rope
bondage.

Miguel would only let one man get away with raising
their voice to him, as Tino shouts, "Take it easy,
huh?"

"Did I do that a little too hard?" Miguel asks, not
really meaning what he asked, a smile gracing his
lips.

With a returned smile, Tino replies, "Just take it
easy", not commenting on the harsh fling of the lash,
but rather slightly swinging bods.

Reducing the length of the strap by doubling it in
half, Tino begins Anthony's torture by swinging the
flogger in a circular motion, slapping the fronds
against his upper right shoulderblades, then left,
alternating. After the first set, not counting, but
sensing enough, Tino gives it a rest.

"Finished?" Miguel pauses to ask.

"Oh no. I've only begun to warm up this slaveboy's
back!"

%

"I changed my mind, babe."

Robbie immediately does a half sit up, parking his
elbows in the mattress, his abs becoming taut as he
smiles across his pubes at Barry, hovering over the
dark brown kinky-haired mass surrounding his tall
cock, to himself then uttering the same, "That didn't
take long!"

All it took for Barry to realize he wasn't into being
a cocksucker was taking one swipe of his tongue over
Robbie's cock-tip, to figure out he was destined to
`top-dom'.

"I hope I didn't get you too excited?" Barry asks, as
the two changed places, Robbie getting up and assuming
the doggie position, Barry sinking into the mattress.

"It's okay," Robbie replies, asking, "But I can see it
really wasn't turning you on, huh?"

"I hurt your feelings?" Is the first thing Barry can
think of, toying with his semi-hard tool.

"Nah. But I know a way for you to make it up to me?"

Barry was all ears, but his eyes picked up the
response, as his eighteen year old lover slowly
lowered elbows, slid his legs out from under himself,
opened wide as if everything was falling into place,
his lips surrounding Barry's 9.5c of partially erect
meat. Slowly, as Robbie became relaxed, so did Barry,
soft moans filling the room. Looking up, Robbie smiled
and felt great to awesome inside, by hearing and
seeing his cocksucking talents being well-received.

%

"I'd say that's enough fun for one day?" Tino's hand
gliding over Anthony's red, almost glowing back.

A point well-taken by both leather-tops, noting the
wet floor under the two bottom boys, trussed up in
leather cuffs.
Then, the conversation reverted back to hispanic
chatter, the two trying to determine how to handle
dismantling their fine bondage work and torture
tooling. A start was Miguel, hand over hand, lowering
the two. In doing, Tino made mention to Miguel, his
handiwork at whipping a back without causing major or
permanent welts. On the other hand, no matter how tame
Tino lashed his victim, Miguel had plenty to say about
the possibility of his brother exploding over the
sight of the slighest imperfection on Anthony's skin.
Tino actually smiled, getting a kick out of Miguel's
worrying as he slowly began to untie the lace around
the two cocks. To their victims' benefit, Tino said in
English, "I can't believe how much they enjoyed this."

Breaking out of his worrying stage, where he was
rambling on about Roberto holding him responsible for
any harsh abrasions on Anthony's bod, it was Tino who
interrupted his train of thought, upon mentioning how
much seepage the two had, literally coating their
hairy balls. Tino cautioned, "Watch your step there.
You know how slippery this stuff gets , when it hits
the floor," he measured the slimy viscosity between
his thumb and finger. At the same time the tip of
Tino's boot skated around in a circle, showing Miguel
something he already knew. Psychologically, Tino was
making his bondage-boys aware of the fact they had
bled so much manjuice, again toying with the concept
of pain bringing out the pleasure in a man.

Both got a laugh, Tino paving the way, as he unwound
their cocks, then with a rip of the leather lace
watched balls in motion as the leather bondage
implement untwined. Of course that's not how the two
owners perceived it, wailing inside their black
leather hoods.

"Your turn with their navels," Tino was sure to raise
the decibel levels, so the two heard the next order of
business.

Anthony's turn came first, as Miguel slid his hand in
between, pressing against the `other' man's stomach,
while holding on to the middle of the dowel stick.

"Sweet!" Tino commented, a hand on his codpiece as he
heard Anthony tough it out when the dowel came out
from deep within his bellyhole.

"Mercy?" Miguel questioned Tino, with his hand
gripping the dowel stick, readying to retrieve it from
the opposite stomach.

Tino responds, "You're joking, right?"

With a quick jerk, the dowel pulled right out of the
other man's navel, Miguel accidentally jabbing Anthony
in the stomach.

"Very sweet!" Tino replies, approaching one side of
the dual-hanging bondage slaves. "Now for some `real'
torture."

All Anthony could think about, at the sound of Tino's
words are, `What could be worse?', until he felt a
hand touch the nip torturing device clinging to his
left pec, the same feeling on the right side of his
chest.

"On the count of three," Tino said, though the look he
gave Miguel made him grin. What a dirty trick! After
the count of two, fingers and thumbs clamped down on
the tiny handles of the alligator clips, freeing up
both victim's nipmeat.

Their bods bucked so much, their cock and balls dueled
to the rhythm of the pain shooting through their bods.


"Now for the final punishment!" Tino spoke, assuming
the role he adopted two hours ago, headmaster,
dictating how the scene went.

When both bodies descended from their hanging
position, the two felt unsteady on their feet. It was
a good opportunity, well thought of ahead of time, to
keep the two victims from touching themselves. In a
matter of seconds, cuffs became unhooked from the long
lines of rope which kept them suspended and wrists
immediately drawn behind their back. With ordinary
connectors, wrists were brought together behind backs,
fastened in place. With care, but not with too much
kindness, the two were walked over to the bondage
table. All the time the two leathermen exchanged
thoughts in their native tongue. Then for their
gringo-slave's benefit, they heard, "Anthony's gonna
really love this!" Miguel said. "Guaranteed," Tino
answered in praise, "both are going to really suffer!"

Propping Anthony's jewels right up against the foot of
the bondage table, his cuffs were unfastened,
reapplied above his head, his arms stretched far above
his head, fastened to a rope which stretched the
length of the table, anchoring his bod unmovable.
Miguel smiled at Tino, when he reached under the
table, between Anthony's legs. "Don't want any damage
done!" At the same time, Tino added to Anthony's
misery, giving his stiff 9.5c a few strokes. Removing
his hand, Tino proceeded to their other victim, using
the goo to grease up his already dripping cock. Unlike
Anthony, Tino stroked until the other boys' cock was
slimy and rock hard.

Part C of their plan was ready to be acted out, as
Miguel placed his hand on the top of Anthony's head
and from the back of his neck, unzipped the leather
hood. It was Anthony's first glimpse of the man who
hung chest to chest with him. He couldn't help feeling
his sore nips against the leather table, the ache in
his gut from being pounded by Alfredo's fists three
hours ago, but all that became history as he gazed
upon the masked man to the side of him, hairy chest
all sweated up, pinks nips showing through the
pec-fur, the striped abs, a dark brown fur trail paved
down the middle, the big cock, two swollen balls
attached underneath. Because Tino was stroking up the
hooded man's shaft, thoughts immediately filled
Anthony's mind.

"Miguel?" he rendered, putting two and two together...
cock and ass equaling `fuck'.

"What?" Miguel nonchalantly answered.

"Don't give me that... what's Roberto going to say?"

Tino lent some words, "This is fantasy roleplay
Anthony."

"Not when it's some college frat..." then more
defined, "some stranger fucking me!"

Anthony tried his best to thrash around, moving ass
from side to side, which irritated the hell out of his
cock and balls, slamming up against the bondage table
to evade the hard cock standing behind him. At first
he thought maybe they were keeping the hood on, to
hide Roberto's identity, but the bod didn't match his
stringbean lover!

"A little closer," Tino coaxed the hardcock forward.
"And a little further..."

Soon the tip of the 10c was touching Anthony's ass
crevice, the head sandwiched in between.

"Want to pull his ass apart?" Tino called out to
Miguel.

"You bastard!" Anthony called out, watching Miguel
walk around the table, to the foot of it, even more
peeved by the smile on his `brother-in-laws' face.
But it calmed Anthony's feeling tremendously when the
tip began entering him. The pain gave way to pleasure,
as his ass canal began to sense being full-filled. All
his gumption to fight wore off as the cock pushed in,
slid out, pried Anthony open upon entry. After awhile,
Anthony `accepted' his fate, enjoying his ass being
worked over.

Both Miguel and Tino looked at each other, smiling,
sensing part D was due. Tino smiled, recalling the
last two and a half hours, part A, Anthony's solo
torture, part B, with another stud, C and now, the
removing of `fuckmans' hood. As Miguel did his job of
removing the hood, Tino slowly pulled the cuffs
together behind their victim's back and removed the
coupler.

Instead of yanking out and fleeing, he said, "Thanks
guys," placing his hands to the sides of Anthony's
torso.

"Nicholas?" Anthony shouted out after recognizing the
voice. He tried looking over his shoulder. At this
point Anthony was totally confused, if not a little
dissapointed over not being hooked up with a young
college frat.

As if playing Tino's and Miguel's game, Nicholas tells
him, "It's what you always wanted, right Anthony?"

It's a fact he couldn't refute. Yet, it kept coming to
him, `what about Roberto?'. "I don't know. I mean
`yes'.. I mean... Nicholas, I've got a boyfriend.
You've got a boyfriend. What are they going to say
about all this?"

Tino and Miguel kind of faded out of sight, leaving
the gas station dungeon by way of the back door.

Nicolas went on to explain, "It's what Roberto
wanted."

"What Roberto wanted? Are you crazy? He couldn't
possibly have said that!" Anthony tried to play it
down.

Still, with a small in and out motion, Nicholas tells,
"Yeah, well he wanted you to have what you always
wanted."

"What I wanted?" Anthony replies, foggy on the ideas.

"About the idea of being coupled up with a college
guy?"

"College guy?" Anthony still questioned. "But you're
not..."

"Yeah, I know. Like he knows too. Roberto wanted you
to experience it, but felt awkward having a
stranger... I can't say I was totally sold on the idea
when he approached me with it, but...."

Lying down on Anthony's back, forcing his ten inches
in deeper, his hairy chest falling to the red back,
arms spreading out, pairing with Anthony's, Nicholas
lay the facts out, "He did it because he loves you so
much, Anthony."

It took a minute to sink in, the two arriving, Roberto
making excuse to go to the foodmarket, not returning,
leaving him in the hands of his brother. It began to
piece together, except the part about nearly getting
beaten to death by Alfredo, but the big clencher was
being hauled up, arms over head, body literally
attached by toys, with another guy. He slowly started
buying Nicholas' explanation. A question remained,
"But you're not into being tortured, Nicholas?"

"In my own right, there's one guy who loves you more
than Roberto."

Thinking about it from that angle, confusion began
entering Anthony's brain.

"Now, why don't we wind up this fantasy roleplaying
before our boys head back this way?"

Except for the expected moaning and groaning, from
both counterparts, not much was said. Neither put up
an ounce of fighting, going with the movement of
Nicholas' tool in and out of Anthony's ass, as the two
fucked around for close to an hour. After Nicholas let
loose with his reservoir of cum, he said, "Now all
that's left to do is get you off!"

By this time, Anthony followed through with whatever
Nicholas dealt out, being untied, turned over and
lying on his back on the bondage table.

"But I thought you were a total top? At least that's
what you led me to believe, Nicholas," Anthony
protested.

Nicholas smiling, says, "I am. A top that is,
except... well for a very special guy I'm willing to
break the rules."

Both let it happen without further say, Nicholas
opening wide and taking Anthony's cock inside his warm
mouth.

%

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.


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