Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 14:50:33 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  new hardware

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  new hardware
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Jason came with you guys? Who else?" Anthony
inquired, not knowing who piled out of Robbie's van
being Anthony was in a comprimising position at the
time, courtesy of Tino and Miguel.

"Us and Jason. That's it," Robbie replied as they
strolled around the backyard, walking off their
Thanksgiving meal.

"So where is he?" Anthony asks, concerned, since they
need to get rolling on back to Eskridge soon.

"I think when we were headed inside," Mario replies,
nodding to Flip, "Jason and Enrique were headed out
the back gate."

"Enrique?" Anthony questions, not sure which one of
Miguel's `s&m-buddies' he refers to.

However, with a vote of confidence, Tino says, "I've
known Enrique for some time. Don't worry. Jason's in
good hands."

It then dawns on Anthony, "Wait a minute here. Correct
me if I'm wrong, but isn't Jason straight?"

"What we all thought," Robbie replies, stepping in
between the ropes of the makeshift wrestling ring,
changing subjects, "Hey, anybody want to throw some
fist?"

On the other side of the ring, Tino ducks in between
the ropes, stepping onto the foamy mattress of white.

"Um, Tino," Anthony goes to caution him.

"Don't worry," he smiles at Anthony, "I wouldn't work
him over nearly as hard as I did you," adding a smile
and wink to the end of his response.

He wasn't forcing the issue, but as it happens
Anthony's crotch had been rubbed by the rungs of the
four-sided pen of ropes. Tino's look and words sent a
jolt of happiness through his being. He gulped when he
sensed his crotch growing. There had been no hopes of
trying to contain himself as Tino began unbuttoning
his shirt, peeling it back behind his shoulders,
flaunting his worked out bod, the dark brown hair
covering his pecs, trail dividing his tight abs.

"Cool!" Robbie replied, peeling his Applegate U
sweatshirt off over his head.

"Remember, you just ate," Barry cautioned Robbie.

"I know," Robbie replies, then saying to Tino, "you'll
take it easy on me, right?"

Grinding his balled up fist into his other palm, Tino
replies, "You're kidding, right?"

Even though he enjoyed the sex with Barry, back in the
house hours ago, Robbie also wondered how it would
have gone had he stayed outdoors and played with some
of the other masters. "Cool," he replied to Tino, in
reality giving the twenty-four year old Latino the go
ahead to get into some rough play.

Anthony yelled in, for good measure, "Don't forget we
have a swim competition in two weeks?"

"I know," Robbie replied, tossing his sweatshirt on
the corner stantion. Facing him, he matter of factly
asks Tino, "Um, you're not going to really do anything
to hurt me, are you?"

Reading right through him, Tino asks, "Why are you
asking me such a preposterous question?"

"Huh?" Robbie questions Tino.

Dropping his hands from the assault position to his
hips, Tino, looking as sexy as hell states, "You ask
me to go easy on you, right?"

"Sure. I mean you heard coach."

Before Robbie could get too far ahead of himself, Tino
interrupts, "I heard what Anthony told you. I'm not
going to do anything to jeopardize your performance in
swimming, however..." Stepping forward, right up to
Robbie, Tino places his hand on the eighteen year
old's abs, pressing in gently, "I think maybe you can
take some abuse. I mean I know you are craving it."

"Craving it?" Robbie questioned Tino as if he wasn't
already thinking it.

Losing interest, Barry had waundered away, inside to
help with the cleanup. Looking around, it was as if
Robbie Sinclair looked for guidance, but then realized
the others had all gone about their own business,
leaving the two in the ring together.

"I got a better idea," Tino begins to add suggestive
thoughts to Robbie's already stimulated brain, "why
don't we put off our little bout and go have some real
fun?"

"Real fun? Like what?" the college swim jock inquires,
already an idea of what Tino is getting at.

Adding a chuckle, Tino slides his hand down Robbie's
stomach, swiping over his hairy navel, skipping over
his beltline and firms up his crotch. "It's a tough
thing trying to hide what you really want, `boy'."
Reforming a fist with his other hand, Tino asks, "Why
don't we take a walk out back, string you up and see
what your abs can take?"

"You mean like punch me in the stomach?" Robbie asks,
gulping.

"Tell you what," Tino proposes, "instead of tying you
with your arms over your head we'll have ourselves a
faceoff."

"Huh? Face off? Like how would that go?"

"I'll give you first dibs. You get to punch me in the
gut first, then I'll do you. Guy left standing is the
winner."

"Shit, I never punched a guy in the stomach... on
purpose," Robbie replies, skeptical of the
arrangement.

Not a matter of boasting, but more a tool of building
Robbie's confidence, Tino replies, "Well I have.
Dozens of guys. I'll keep the punches light... that is
unless you want it harder?"

There was one thing Robbie knew and his crotch was
speaking for him... he wanted to feel Tino's fist in
his stomach. New to his thinking, he just felt
something about making it public so still hesitated,
saying, "I dunno. You mean the other guys you've
punched in the stomach wanted you to do it?"

"Punched in the gut, flogged on the back, nip torture,
cock and ball torture. Whatever. It's all in the same
realm, guys getting turned on by pain." Again glancing
to Robbie's crotch, more pronounced than minutes ago,
he says, "Like you're getting turned on right now?"
Second time Robbie gasped when Tino touched his jeans
below his belt, cupping his balls in one hand, the
other hand defining the snaked bulge in his pants. He
added a few last words of wisdom, "When you think of
loving a guy, you think from the heart. Right now your
cock and balls are talking for you. Pain is not just a
want... it's a need."

Seeing it Tino's way, Robbie boldly says, "I... I want
to feel pain. I don't care about punching you in the
stomach. Um, can we..." he looks back over his
shoulder, spying up one of the `X' beamed restraining
apparatuses, "can we go back to our original plan?"

"Why don't you get out of the rest of your clothes?"

It wasn't only Robbie feeling the euphoria, as the
swim jock unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans drop
to his ankles. Realizing it, he said, "Oops!" Tino
shook his head as Robbie stood on one foot, peeling
back his pants, taking off his sneaker. Not phazing
Tino, his attention was on the bulge of Robbie's
tightey-whities, smiling when suddenly a small circle
of `wet' appeared.

"Easy now," he said, catching the six foot two inch,
two hundred and six pound college jock with little
effort.

"Um, thanks," Robbie said, standing there in his
socks.

Setting Robbie back on his feet, his finger stretched
the cotton fabric downwards, revealing a fraction of
Robbie's dark pubes. "These come off too."

Looking around, from east to west, Robbie asks, "Um,
are you sure nobody can see us?"

With an evil smile on his face, Tino takes both sides
of the briefs in his hands and yanks them down,
mentioning, "I'll include your punishment for
disobedience in with the other things I'm going to do
to you."

Thinking of what Barry had said before, Robbie
questions, "Oh! Are we like in this roleplaying
stuff?"

Tino, himself six foot one, came nearly up to Robbie's
height, with the ability to achieve a face-to-face
stance. Taking the opportunity, as Robbie has
presented, he continued on into their fantasy, saying,
"Still doubting me, `boy'?"

"Um, no... um, sir."

"So why are you still in your briefs?"

Not having stripped anywhere, except in privacy,
Robbie felt it a little strange taking his briefs
down, removing them from each leg, allowing his cock
and balls to feel up the air around them.

"The socks," Tino said, meaning to strip the last
garment clinging to Robbie's bod.

When the two stepped out of the ring, Tino made Robbie
get down on all fours the hardway, a light punch to
the gut.

"Ugggh! Shit!" Robbie cried out, raising himself up on
his knees, arms caressing his stomach.

"That's all you can take? I'm disappointed." Then
pushing more of Robbie's buttons, he asks, "Maybe we
should forget about this. Wait til you've worked out
more... toned up your abs, huh?"

Like Tino had explained, it became obvious to Robbie
his cock and balls intermixed with his thoughts about
continuing with this fantasy or not. "No... No... I
mean... yeah, we can still do it."

"I don't know. You woosed out on me with one little
punch to the gut."

Robbie made excuse, "Yeah, because I didn't know it
was coming."

"Then why don't you crawl over to the cross in the
corner and we'll see what you can really take."

It's at this point Robbie really became unsure of how
much abuse his gut could take, but didn't want to cave
in to Tino's badgering, with the option of giving up.
Maybe more was at stake here than the throbbing
between his legs.

%

"So... where do we go from here?" Mario questioned
Flip as the two sat out front of the service station
on the curb.

"I don't know. You're kind of tied down to this town.
Me? I've still got three and half years of college
left." Then switching subjects he says, "This is one
of the things I thought of before... before thinking
about getting involved with you, Mario."

"Oh really?"

"Well yeah. At first I kind of got the feeling I
really wanted to... um... be with you."

"When did these thoughts cross your mind?"

Smiling, Flip recalls, "The moment I saw you walking
around after everybody except me and you were
partnered off. You were like a soul wandering around
without purpose or direction. You know the feeling?"

"All too well," the twenty-nine year old cop replied,
leaning sideways, cupping his hand behind the teen's
head, drawing him in for a sweet kiss.

Without words to followup, Flip complimented, "You
sure are a good kisser. Are you sure you haven't had
lots of experience?"

Knowing their conversation in bed focused around
Mario's life in the closet, he was able to legimately
answer, "You're only the second guy I've ever kissed.
Remember?"

Flip smiled, remembering the story Mario told about
the other kid in his high school english class who
kept looking at him, followed him home by invitation
and how they each had their first kiss, in Mario's
basement, shirts off, but still in the rest of their
clothing.

Then it occured to Flip, "Why me?"

"Who knows? When I first thought about finally sort of
coming out of the closet, who would have thought I'd
wind up with an eighteen year old kid?"

"Oh, so you `are' having your doubts about being with
a guy ten years younger than yourself?"

"If I made it sound that way, it wasn't intended."
Leaning back on his elbows, stretching his legs
straight out, Mario looks up into the dawning sky and
says, "Nope, the way I feel is if two guys having
feelings for each other, it doesn't matter if one is
older than the other."

A pause in their conversation occured as Flip copied
Mario, stretching out on the concrete curb and
pavement.

"So what do you think?" Mario asks, rolling over to
face Flip, a palm supporting his head. Like before,
except with more of a comfortable mindset, his hand
felt up Flip's chest through his tank top.

"You're right. Like you, I thought the first guy I'd
start thinking serious about would be a guy my own
age, maybe one of the guys on campus. But as far as
you being older than me. Nah, it doesn't phase me as
anything wrong."

Nudging himself closer, Mario plays on Flip's words,
asking, "So you're thinking serious about us starting
something here?"

With a chuckle, the blond swimmer confessed, "I did
say that, didn't I?"

Right before saying it, Mario's stomach came within
inches of Flip's ribs, as he asks, "Yes, but did you
mean it?"

Tilting his head to the side, Flip had no choice but
to choose not to go back on his words. Instead, he
closed the gap between themselves and embraced Mario.

%

"So, what do you think Anthony?"

Hiking up his shirt, Anthony looked at his own bod,
then Nicholas', before he gave opinion, "I don't know
how you got over it so fast, but my nips are
definitely more raw looking than yours."

"But how do they feel?" Nicholas questions his
longtime friend. Anthony sits there in the pvc chair,
a beer in hand, his worked pecs holding up his shirt,
thinking. Nicholas again leads him on, "I know you
like a book Anthony."

Sure enough, Anthony just dropped his head, his eyes
trained on Nicholas' hands, making their move towards
the swollen nips hiding underneath the dark brown
chest fur.

"Ooooooh-shit!" Anthony cried out when Nicholas
tweaked both nips.

"I thought so."

"What?" Anthony tried conning him out of thinking he
didn't enjoy the pain-pleasure of the pec assault.

"This?" Nicholas replied, a hand now fondling between
the legs of Anthony's shorts.

Withdrawing his hand, Nicholas was entertained to hear
Anthony ask, "And what was it you were feeling as the
alligator clips were biting down on your nips? Oh and
your balls, not to mention the stick Miguel planted in
our navels?"

Sitting back in his chair, like Anthony, his worked
out pecs holding his shirt up, Nicholas ponders, "I
can't say I wasn't turned off by our cock and balls
bound together. Matter of fact I found it rather
erotic. The stick in our navels? I'd call that
`weird'!"

The two laughed, Anthony asking when they calmed their
laughter, "I wondered about that."

"What?"

"The whole time Tino was talking about how much precum
was dripping from our balls. What I'm wondering is how
much of it was yours and how much was mine."

"I'm sure most of it was yours Anthony. In fact I bet
you were jerking my nips around on purpose just so you
could stimulate your own."

"Don't shit me Nicholas."

"I'm not shitting you bud. Really. I know you love
this pain stuff and...."

Anthony spared his loving friend the words, saying,
"And to think you put up with the pain just for me...
and well Roberto for that matter."

Forgetting about their ordeal, Nicholas professes,
"Yeah, well you know I love you guys."

More like lovers, the two got close, embraced and
kissed each other, hands exploring back, sides and
elsewhere.

"What the hell is that?" Anthony asks, breaking off
their kiss, allowing their hands and arms to dismantle
their sweet loving.

Standing, Anthony and Nicholas tried seeing over
Larry, Edwin, Gil, Tommy, Mik and Mik's new found
friend, Luis, to see who the two were who just came in
through the back gate.

"Will you look at that!" Anthony heard before the
crowd parted, faster than the Red Sea.

"Damn!" Nicholas said, leaning over Anthony's
shoulder, as the two stare at Jason Youngblood's
chest, his shirt lifted so they all could view his
newly added hardware.

"Cool huh?" Jason quizzed the crowd.

"I don't even want to know," Anthony threw off the
questions by the others, like `When did you have the
time to get your nips pierced?' Wondering himself,
Anthony only had one other thing on his mind, "You
just better be ready for the swim competition. You
know it's in two weeks?"

The others rolled their eyes, after hearing it from
coach for the umpteenth time.

Luring Anthony away from the crowd of guys with an
offer for a beer, Nicholas says, "Boys will be boys."

"Yes and forgetful at that. You remember two years ago
when I had to go through the dorm and round up the
swimmers....."

Cutting Anthony off, Nicholas, popping the tab of a
can of beer, "I remember. I almost felt sorry for them
after you told me about the tongue-lashing you gave
them!"

Coming out of the back door of the service station,
Anthony and Nicholas quickly ironed out their tank and
muscle tops over their pecs and abs with their hands,
as Randy, Roberto and Barry came walking into their
presence.

"Anybody see.... oh, never mind. There he is," Barry
said, pointing to the deep recesses of the backyard.
"Holy cow!" was Barry's response upon seeing Robbie
trussed up, cuffed wrists and ankles, adhered to the
four posts of the `X'. "Don't they hurt?" Barry asks,
at seeing the two clamps on Robbie's smooth chest,
pinching his nips, a small weight hanging from the
connecting chain.

"Answer your master!" Tino shouted out, with a slap to
Robbie's stomach.

"Master?" Barry questioned, then got in with the
roleplay, saying, "Yeah, is that anyway to talk to
your master?"

Even though pain was still shooting through his pecs,
his balls hanging a little bit lower than normal from
the applied parachute and weight, his red abs a result
of a few hand slaps, all Robbie could do is crack a
little smile. Sure, his cock had been dripping it's
ball-fluid all along, but the surge in the tingling
sensation amounted to what he was feeling for Barry
right now.

Seeing the connection he hadn't visualized until this
moment, Tino instantly came up with a brilliant
scheme. With the voice of authority, Tino suggests,
"What do you say we take his ass?"

Maybe Barry didn't know a lot about the BDSM scene,
but there was one thing he understood absolutely
clear. "We?" Then almost in Tino's face, Barry
badgers, "If you think you're going to shove your tool
up my man's ass then you've got another thing coming,
bud!" He seemed to deliver it with a punch, just like
the guy Barry watched do it on the internet.

Slowly, Tino's face turned to a gleeming smile, his
arms caressing Barry, as he boasted, "You're alright
kid!"

As Tino lifted the cuff up, disconnecting the metal
loop from the hook, Robbie's arms flopped downwards.
When all four limbs were unbound, Robbie jumped down
from the foot supports, falling right on his knees,
the weight stretching his balls bouncing once on the
ground. Kneeling, he was slave to Barry's standing
figure.

"Your sneakers are looking a little grimy there,
Master Barry," Tino said, ready to spring another
directive on Robbie. Utilizing his best acting skills
he dictated, "Clean Master Barry's sneakers, slave!"

"Oooooh-shit!" Barry exclaimed when Robbie bent over,
his tongue making contact with his white Asics.

"Don't tell me you haven't had your slave clean your
feet before?"

Barry replied, not meaning to be comical, but was, "I
didn't even know he was my slave til we came here!"

Thinking Barry so cute, blond, blue eyes to enhance
the way he acted, Tino took the liberty of placing his
hand behind Barry's head, drawing him in for a sweet
kiss. This is where fantasy crossed back into reality.
Jumping up, Robbie's hand was on Tino's chest,
separating the two right before Robbie's fist made
contact to Tino's jaw. Dazed, Tino lay back in the
grass for a moment. Barry stood there, probably as
shocked as Tino regarding Robbie's actions. Robbie
stood there, the hardware still clutching his nips and
balls.

"That was one helluva left hook, kid," Tino said,
getting up, rubbing his jaw. Surrendering `his slave'
to Barry, he says, "I think I've had enough play for
one day. And oh... sorry about the kiss." Out of the
roleplay scene and back into reality, Tino offered his
hand in apology for the wrong call. Looking at
Robbie's chest, then crotch, he  suggests, "Barry can
take off the jewelry. See you around guys."

As Barry bent over to take the weight off of the ball
parachute, unsnap the tight fitting strangling
Robbie's nuts, he theorizes, "I'm surprised Tino
didn't haul off and kick your ass. Y'know he could
of?"

"Roleplay or not. I think he knows he stepped over the
boundaries between what's fake and what is real."

All Barry could do is smile up at Robbie. Standing, he
says, "This could hurt," fingering the alligator
clips.

"I know. But knowing you're handling them will take
the edge off."

Robbie said it but didn't act like it when Barry's
fingers relieved the tension spring, prying them from
Robbie's nips.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Robbie cursed, holding
both hands over his pecs and hopping around.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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