Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2007 19:19:14 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  sweet pleasures

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  sweet pleasures
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Am I awake?"

"Depends on how much you are enjoying the dream,
amigo!"

When Anthony moved his arms to rub his eyes with his
palms he groaned, a result of his bruised abs.
Therefore, he reached for his abs, which irritated him
more than his eyes.

"Whoa now, cowboy," Tino says, putting pressure on
Anthony's chest with his flat hand, interpeting his
half crunch as wanting to sit up. He also read his
patient's mind, wanting to see the visible reason his
stomach ached.

With his mind on his abs, Anthony hadn't noticed Tino
allowing his hand to remain on the bed of hair between
his two pecs. "Um, I guess he," meaning Alfredo,
"slugged me kind of hard, huh?"

Recalling Anthony's short interval in the ring, out
back, Tino says, "Your first mistake was being over
confident."

Admitting to it, Anthony replied, "Right. I really
thought I could whip Alfredo's butt, while he was
down, if Juan hadn't coiled his flogger around me.
Yet, if I recall correctly, wasn't it Juan who helped
stop things once they got out of control?"

"Yes. So it goes when boys and their toys mix with the
human anatomy," the med student theorized. "However
the truth of the matter remains," Tino states, Anthony
giving him a look of question. Same time, the
twenty-four year old med student slowly slides his
hand down Anthony's bod, one finger painting the hairy
line separating his abs. Lying it flat, he musses the
swirl of dark hair around Anthony's navel.

"Truth?" Anthony questions, now focusing on Tino's
hand getting dangerously close to his privates.

"Now correct me if I'm wrong and I am assuming here,
but wasn't it more this," Tino runs his hand down
Anthony's softened cock, "goading you on?"

"Um, no. Actually..." Anthony gulps.

"You know what amigo?" Tino interrupts, "It is good
you are a swim coach because you would make a very bad
actor!"

Tino didn't even let Anthony respond, his other hand
petting his patient's chest hair, two fingers,
flattened, a perky nip gripping between.

"Ooooooh," Anthony sighed, relaxing his head against
the soft bondage table, as Tino brought his two
fingers together. From his lightly kneaded nip, the
shocks traveled right down to his massaged cock. He
whimpered when Tino ceased both actions.

"Too bad you've had enough fun," Tino said, his words
meant to provoke a response when he cupped his hand
around Anthony's big balls.

"Enough fun? Oh, but I....."

"If I had my way, I'd be playing tennis right now!"

Anthony knew Tino talked about his balls, the response
he used to get in high school, college and sometimes
overhearing it at his private swim parties, his team
members talking about his fully proportioned
endowment. "What's stopping you?"

"Miguel. He says you're out of the game."

"Whaaaaaaaat?" Anthony shouted out, his hands at his
sides, pressed against the bondage table, an opposite
reaction for sitting up. Same time, he let out a loud
groan, his arms crossing his abs.

"You've just made your own point, amigo," Tino said,
placing a hand behind Anthony's back and gently
helping him to lie down. Like his hand moving in on
Anthony's pubes,  the side of Tino's face came
dangerously near Anthony's cheek.

So close was Tino, Anthony could feel the warmth of
the latino's breathing on his shoulder. "You go get
Miguel and we'll see about this!"

Tino's first impression was the defiant attitude
Anthony projected. Then he had to remind himself he
wasn't in `the game'. If the two were into the
roleplaying activity, Anthony would surely have
experienced punishment, but instead the twenty-seven
year old coach received a warm smile from the
collegiate. "Promise me you won't get up and I'll see
about fetching Miguel?"

Agreeing, Tino walked towards the door to the outside.
Breaking his word, Anthony propped himself up on his
elbows, to get a look at the tight chaps, moving to
the beat of Tino's ass. At the door, Tino yelled
something out in Spanish, then returned to the table,
smiling at catching the last moment when Anthony's
head hit the table.

"What?" Anthony asked when Tino still smiled, staring
at him.

"Y'know, if one of my slaveboys pulled a stunt like
that, his ass would be glowing from my favorite
leather paddle?"

"Stunt?" Anthony questioned. "Why... whatever do you
mean, `sir'?"

It was a stalemate of smiles.

"I know you are partnered," Tino said, `out of the
blue'.

"Yeah. Roberto. Miguel's brother," as if Tino didn't
already know, "he's real special to me," Anthony
gloated, cracking a toothy smile even though his abs
ached a bit.

"Hmm... then if Roberto cares this much for you, why
did he agree to have you being beaten to a pulp?"

Anthony sensed Tino getting to a point here, but was
patient, feeling him out-- see where all this was
going. "It wasn't supposed to go this way. Matter of
fact, I hadn't an idea there was going to be the whole
gang here playing around with me."

As Tino carried on with their conversation, his hand
returned to Anthony's chest, his thumb and knuckle of
his finger forming a vice around Anthony's nip.
"Miguel told me how much you enjoyed the first time
around."

By now Anthony could care less about Tino's words, as
he lay on the bondage table, feeling his right pec
being toyed with. Slowly, Tino brushed over Anthony's
hairy chest, taking his other nip in hand, Tino
getting his other hand in the act, playing with both
pecs.

"Oooooooooooh," Anthony sighed as Tino pulled both
nips out of the fuzzy pecs.

He abruptly let go when Miguel entered. Anthony
couldn't make out a word of their native tongue, as
the two talked. He did have a hunch when Tino felt up
his balls. Another sign is when Miguel looked over at
Anthony's pecs.

With a slight smile, Miguel asks, "How you feeling
Anthony?"

"I feel fine," Anthony replied, discounting the fact
his stomach felt a little tender.

"Hmm," Miguel thought things over, following Anthony's
tummy trail down his pubes. "Tino here assures me
nothing physically is wrong with you except some
tender abs."

He waited for Anthony's opinion. Indirectly, he
answered, "I'll get over it."

Of course Miguel was trying to dissuade Anthony from
anymore play, adding, "You know Roberto is going to
give me hell for the welts on your back?"

"Don't worry," Anthony put his hand on Miguel's
forearm, "I'll smooth things over with him."

"I don't think it will be that easy." He waited for
more from Anthony, but when nothing else was spoken,
he asks, "So, are you in good enough shape for a
little cock and ball torture?"

"Hell yeah!" Anthony said, looking at Tino. "I mean,
Tino here is studying to become a doctor. I'm sure he
knows the human anatomy very well.. enough not to do
anything `dangerous'."

"It's against my better judgement," Miguel put in his
last dibs for stopping anymore role-playing.

"Don't woos out on me now, Miguel," Anthony dared to
say.

Tino turned to Miguel and threatens, "Don't worry.
I'll make sure he pays for his indignant attitude."

However, Miguel had a different source of punishment
to dish out. Reaching under the bondage table, he
pulled out two black leather cuffs, tossing them on
Anthony's stomach. "First things first," Miguel says,
the other two with looks of curiosity. "You get the
cuffs on him while I go back the tow truck in the
bay."

Tino was in the dark, as Anthony replies, "Oh cool!"

"So, what's this all about?" Tino inquired of Anthony,
fitting a cuff around one wrist and buckling it.

"My first encounter with the beast," Anthony said of
Miguel. He figured Miguel hadn't mentioned their
little joyride, so elaborated, telling of his two
wrists shackled to the hook of the tow truck and being
`towed' all over the neighborhood, his cock and balls
swinging to the wind.

"I had no idea, but Miguel did mention how you liked
having your body racked out."

"Yeah. Was real hot," Anthony replied, his churning
balls helping to remember the moment he stood,
eagle-spread, tied to the car lift, stretched towards
the ceiling, while his cuffed ankles remained fastened
at ground level.

His hand returning to Anthony's abs, his fingertips
slightly putting pressure on the sixpack, Tino
suggests, "I bet you can take more, huh?"

Anthony moaned when Tino pressed in sharply, toying
with the middle region of his stomach. The latino knew
the difference between a man being in pain and a man
being in sweet pain. He made his diagnosis for the
latter.

"You and I are going to have some sweet fun, amigo."

Interrupting, the new tow truck backed in. Half
sitting up, Anthony let his feet fall off the table,
sitting up on the edge. He gasped, "Akkkk," feeling
his ab muscles work in unison to bring him into the
position, same time mentioning, "I don't know how much
gut punching I'm going to be able to take."

"You'll take whatever I give you, `boy'."

The two exchanged glances, Anthony following with a
smile after seeing a toothy grin on Tino's face. He
replied, "Yes, sir!"

"Time to tango," Tino said, as Anthony's bare feet
landed on the cement floor.

Again, Miguel mentioned something to Tino, in Spanish.
He passed a thick chain to Tino, whom helped feed it
through the large rings on each leather cuff. Anthony
let them have their undecipherable conversation, as
they lifted arms up, placing the secured chain over
the hook. As the two stare at Anthony, Miguel excused
himself, pulling a lever on the side of the flatbed of
the tow truck. Slowly, Anthony's bod began rising til
he was on his tippee toes. Then his arms took up the
slack of his bod, his feet coming off the floor. Tino
smiled, feeling up Anthony's furry chest once more,
his other hand busy firming up his cock.

"Ready to rock'n'roll," Miguel said, remembering it
from some movie he had seen, as he reported to the cab
of the truck. "You coming?" he yelled to Tino.

Tino responded in Spanish, but didn't approach the tow
truck, instead he walked away from it, headed back to
the bondage table. Anthony looked down, rather than
up, at what Tino carried in each of his hands; a
leather and chain device in his right hand, a hammer
in his left. Reverting back to english, he states, "No
sense wasting anytime, eh `boy'?"

Anthony far from complained when Tino cinched a
leather collar around his balls, allowing the chain
part to hang down. Holding the handle of the hammer in
the middle of the circular piece of chain, he said,
"This is a sample of the fun we are going to having!"

"Oooooooooooh," Anthony sighed out loud, as Tino
dropped the hammer, the top getting snagged in the
chain, weighing down the pair of hairy balls. Paying
little attention, Tino hopped in the cab of the tow
truck and they were off.

%

"That hurt babe?"

"A little," Robbie replied, when Barry gently slapped
his stomach with the leather strap.

"Maybe that's enough, huh?"

"Whatever you want," Robbie settled for, even though
his balls were churning, wanting more from his
master-lover.

"Enough?" came a reply from Enrique, passing by while
giving Jason a rest from the lash. "Let me give you a
hint here," he said, taking the leather strap out of
Barry's hand. "Stand back a little." Barry stepped
back. "First of all, you don't ask. The way you tell
your boy wants more is this."

Barry followed Enrique's eyes, as they dropped from
Robbie's face, to his pubes.

"Yeah, just as I thought."

"Precum. So?" Barry questioned.

"Let me make a point. You stroke him while I work with
this strap."

"You're not going to hurt him, are you?" Barry asks,
concerned.

Nonchalantly, Enrique answers, "Of course I'm going to
hurt him. Like he doesn't want to be?"

Both looked to Robbie for an answer. It wasn't
something Robbie had dwelled on, but seeing all the
other swim jocks having a painfully good time, he took
the hint and said, "Yeah. Sure."

"You're going to like getting pain, babe?" Barry asked
his lover.

Robbie wasn't a hundred percent sure, so left it as,
"Could be a turn on."

"Yeah right," Enrique said, as he took a sample of
Robbie's cock drool from Barry's hand.

"Only thing is..." Enrique assessed, "they didn't
finish tying this boy out."

Robbie's arms already stretched the length of rope
fitted across the mock boxing ring. Barry stood there,
watching Robbie look to how Enrique tied a rope around
each of his ankles. The right ankle he fastened to the
corner post, but there wasn't any way to stretch his
victim out to the left.

"Be right back," Enrique said. Walking past Jason,
Enrique laughed as he swatted the swim jock's red back
with the strap. As he picked up a wooden peg from the
lawn, he said to Jason, "I'll be back in a minute to
finish working you over, boy!" Jason just smiled. It
was enough of a reaction to solicit a longing for a
kiss, which Enrique eagerly delivered, as his victim
stood, stretched out and tied to the `X'.

Walking back to the ring, Enrique snatched up rubber
mallet next to where Tommy Perez lay, his tormentor,
twenty-nine year old construction worker, Pablo, had
Tommy's back pinned to the grass, sat on his chest,
his cock nicely being massaged by a talented tongue.

Enrique joked, "Don't give me any ideas, Pablo."

Pablo returned with, "You don't know what you're
missing!"

While Enrique was on his mission for finding the
remaining bondage materials, Barry had been talking
with Robbie, finding out he wanted to see where all
this was going, regardless of the pain factor. "If it
makes you happy," Robbie responded.

"I dunno. I don't like seeing you in pain."

He was cut off by Enrique, who overheard, telling
Barry, "Your boy loves it. You saw the proof," proving
it by taking a second glob of cock spit, making it
ooze from Robbie's leaking shaft.

"I guess," Barry replies.

With a few taps, the wooden peg was set in the ground,
Enrique stretching Robbie's left leg outward, tying
the rope around the bondage device. "You've got a lot
of options here."

"Options?" Barry asks.

"Sure. He's got a nice set of balls to play with. Nice
pecs," Enrique tweaked one of Robbie's hair-ringed
nips, to favorable response. "Yeah, would be cool
flogging his chest, too."

Not sure Barry was into it, Enrique sure had Robbie
wanting to be abused for pleasure.

Seeing his boyfriend not sure now, he decided to do a
little reverse psychology and begin pressing Enrique's
buttons. "Um, why don't you show Barry what to do?"
Robbie asks.

Knowing all along of Robbie's wants and needs, plus
seeing Barry's reluctance, Enrique began to get the
roleplay in motion, saying, "I hear you're a very
intelligent guy, Barry?"

"I skipped the fifth and eighth grades," Barry
replied, more upbeat.

"Yeah well, then I don't see where we should let this
boy keep insulting you, calling you a stupid ass!"

Upset over how Enrique twisted his words, Robbie
shouts out, "I never called him... ugh!"

Right away, Enrique's hand slapped against Robbie's
cheek, knocking his head from left to right, seemingly
leaving a handprint of red.

Barry's eyes looked like saucers, as he questioned
Robbie, "Did that hurt babe?"

"Yeah," Robbie replied, looking at Enrique, a grin on
his face. He then suggests, "Um, I don't think Barry
knows how to properly use a flogger. Why don't you
give him a lesson or two, Enrique?"

Using Robbie's words, Enrique started to dive into the
roleplay, accusing Barry's tied-down slaveboy of
insuboordination, lack of a slave's ettiquette.

Before he started whipping Robbie's chest with the
leather fronds, Barry makes a discovery. "Hey, look.
He's dripping more cock stuff!"

&

"I'll never talk!"

Shortly before things began taking shape, after the
swim jocks sprung themselves on the fleet of
leathermen, like a carefully crafted plan, all the
guys began pairing off. Only odd pair to hook up were
Flip Peterson and Mario Gonzales. The eighteen year
old swim jock's first impression had been every guy
whom dressed in leather to be a tough top, wanting a
`boy' to dominate, something he wasn't cut out to
falling into the part. For awhile, he and Mario just
talked. So, backing up a couple of hours, Mario
inquired to Flip's major, courses he's taking, things
to stir up conversation. Flip's questions brought up
the fact his twenty-nine year old pair off is a cop.

"I get it," Flip assumes, "you're into fantasizing
about taking the law into your own hands... punishing
a guy?"

"Or could be the other way around," Mario says,
waiting silently for Flip's reaction.

"But you're a leather man. You're a top guy."

"Just because all of us wear leather, doesn't mean we
are all the same... status," Mario tries making it
clear where he's coming from.

Knowing little about bdsm or roleplaying, Flip began
his education. But time was a-wasting and Mario knew
this.

"Time flies when we're having fun. Why don't we start
out and you can pick up things as we play along. I can
help you get into it."

"Yeah right," Flip says, "you're going to tell me how
to tie you up and... torture you."

"It's not like I haven't been in a slaveboy's place
before. Yep, I could stand to take some pain."

As Flip looked around the backyard, other guys with
their `masters' began to make up his mind. For one
thing, Pablo's knees touching ground as he sat on
Tommy's chest, his big cock being medicated with a
talented tongue. He could stand to experience some of
the same pleasuring. So, he reasoned, "It doesn't have
to be all pain, right?"

A nod in Jason's direction, gave Mario a hint to what
would turn Flip on. "I could get turned on by being
forced to suck frat cock!"

It didn't exactly make Flip's shorts tent, but it
propelled his balls to feel some tingling, maybe
reluctant to feel how a dominant top feels, quelling
his drive to experience a fully hardened cock.  He
could relate to Mario's circumstance, as he explained,
"Would be cool to drive a man in uniform to his knees,
I suppose."

"You've made up your mind quick... about how the
scenario is going to go?" Mario questioned him.

Being sympathetic to the cause, Flip began to feel
more excitement deep down inside, a glance to the
front of Mario's chaps, seeing the formed bulge. "No
biggie. I mean all us guys at one time or another have
gotten hassled by the campus security over a tiny
infraction like parking in a no parking zone for like
two seconds or being a little loud after curfew, in
the dorm." Feeling the power of fantasy, he offers,
"Would be kind of fun thinking of you as one of those
security guards. Too bad though you're in your leather
getup, instead of a uniform."

"You're in luck!"

"Oh? How's that?"

"I came to the party right from work, changing in
Miguel's house. My uniform is still hanging over the
chair in his room."

>From Mario's excitement, Flip saw he really wanted to
make this fantasy take on the atmosphere of reality.

"What are you waiting for `boy'?" Flip states, copying
the language tossed around the backyard playground.

"Cool!" Mario said, then asks, "I still think I'm
young enough to use the lingo."

He giggled, as Flip asks, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine. And you?"

"Ten years younger than you... but I'd say you're
borderline with using `cool'."

"And my age? You're okay with playing with a guy ten
years older than you?"

Flip, at six foot-one, towered over Mario by three
inches, which gave him the perfect excuse for looking
down into the latino's deep brown eyes. Probably part
of the reason he resounded with, "Age doesn't put
limits on how hot a guy looks."

"You think I'm hot?"

"Yeah," Flip said, adding, "especially right here,"
placing his hand on the dark fur, midchest, turning
his hand around and letting the backs of his fingers
follow the treasure trail down, almost to Mario's
waist.

"So, you're okay with hairy guys?"

"Especially hairy guys with deep innies!"

Mario sighed, "Oh fuck yeah," when Flip impaled
Mario's navel on his finger.

With his finger still lodged in the latino's
bellyhole, he suggested, "Why don't you go get into
your uniform so I can rip it off you?"

Still in a deep stare, Mario irks him on, "Why don't
you come help?"

%

"Oooooh, what is coach gonna say when he sees your
chest, babe?"

After the thirty or so lashes of the flogger across
Robbie's chest, some landing lower, Enrique takes
Barry's hand and squashes the handle to the whipping
tool into his palm, with regard, "He can take a lot
more."

"Really?" Barry questioned, not sure if he was asking
Enrique or Robbie.

However, Enrique answers, questioning Robbie, "You
want more, don't you boy? Feels good, don't it?"

Enrique helped draw out Robbie's answer, fondling his
cock, slowly stroking it.

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Doesn't it hurt?" Barry asks, still not sure which
guy he's asking.

This time Robbie takes the iniative to reply, "Yeah.
Hurts so fuckin' good, babe."

With cock juice leaking all over Enrique's hand, he
cues Barry in, "Next time don't even waste your breath
asking. This is always a sure indication of what a man
is feeling!"

%

Somewhere along the side of the road, Miguel pulled
off at an unkept picnic site, nestled in amongst the
trees and bushes. Both he and Tino stood there,
talking over Anthony's predicament.

"I think our boy is ready for something heavier than a
hammer, wouldn't you say Miguel?"

"When we get back. That is if Anthony wants to keep
playing."

Sure, the two latinos could have spoken in spanish,
but then how would they continue to turn on their
bondage-boy? When they exited the tow truck, Tino
applied the ball gag he found on the seat of the
truck. It especially turned him on, when he discovered
the short tube running through the center of the ball.


Tino replied to Anthony, "A man doesn't need his voice
to give his approval."

It was apparent to both dominants, Anthony leaking
between his legs, the goo collecting on the chain of
the ball parachute.

"Remember though. No marks!"

"What are we waiting for?"

However, Tino had the notion to remove the parachute,
in order to start out with fresh pain, when he worked
over Anthony's balls.

%

"Ready for the next pain session, boy?" Enrique asked
Jason, as he proceeded to unfasten the cuffs around
his ankles.

"I didn't think I could get into it, but it was real
hot man."

Enrique smiled, taking Jason's answer as a positive
reaction. Losing his footing, descending from the `X',
a short two inches from the two posts where his feet
sustained his weight, gave enough height for Enrique
to literally catch the twenty-one year old college
senior in his arms.

"Am I lucky you're strong, um `sir'," Jason said,
remembering the roleplaying greeting, beaten into him.
He also felt Enrique's thin sideburns on the side of
his face, running from cheek to chin.

"I've had enough S&M play for now. How about we get
ourselves together and take a ride over to my place?"

Still in Enrique's arms, Jason Youngblood had little
reason not to accept.

%

On the way into Miguel's dungeon set up, he, Tino and
Anthony had a good time, laughing their asses off
about the cop who stopped them on their return trip.

"It's a good thing you and he go way back," Anthony
told Miguel.

Being old news too for Tino, he was more interested in
Anthony's soft parts. "How's the balls, Anthony?"

"Great, but my shoulder. I don't know. It's a little
sore and..."

"Shit, Roberto's going to have my balls if there's
another thing wrong with you, Anthony!"

"Oh, I'm sure it'll work itself out. All it probably
needs is a good `stretch'?"

Looking to Tino, Anthony's hint was well received.

"You play nice," Miguel warned Tino, as he went out
back to see what the gang was up to.

"How about a quick massage?" Tino asked of Anthony.

Standing under the same lift where Anthony was strung
up to last time, stretched out like on a rack, he
replied, "Well sure. I was thinking of maybe a little
stretching, but sure. I could give you a rub down if
you want."

Walking up to Anthony, placing a hand to side of his
abs, Tino softly says, "I was thinking more the other
way around."

"What? You want to give me a massage?" Anthony asked,
puzzled. "Um, aren't you the master and me the slave?
I'm the one who's supposed to be following the orders,
you dishing them out, no?"

"Right," Tino replies with a sly grin, "and I'm
ordering you to lie faced down on the bondage table."

"If you say so," Anthony accepted.

Reaching for a small, black sports bag, Tino returns,
carrying a square plastic package, almost clear liguid
seen through the transparent package. Tearing a corner
off with his teeth, he spits it out. Holding it over
Anthony's back, he drizzles it from shoulder to
shoulder, down his spine, back and forth over his
waist, then right down the crack of his ass.

"Feels... nice," Anthony replied, not sure about the
slimy feeling of his ass crack.

"It could feel nicer," Tino replies.

Turning his head to the other side, Anthony witnesses
Tino stripping off his black vest, stripping it,
exposing his ripped bod, a thin trail from the middle
of his sixpack, over his navel and dipping into his
chaps.

"Nice," Anthony sums up his hot physique. "Workout?"

"Six out of seven days, bike, run, swim... yeah, gotta
keep the machinery in good condition," the twenty-four
year old med student replies.

"Miguel tell you I'm a swimming coach at Applegate
University?"

"That he did," Tino replies, as he sets his Doc
Martin's safely to the side. "I'll have to visit one
day and pick up some swimming tips from you."

Anthony had no reply, as he watched Tino unbutton the
front of his chaps, down to the snapped on codpiece.
He licked his lips when Tino's endowment fell out. His
gesture of wanting a taste didn't go unnoticed. "First
I'll give you a massage and then you can do me!"

All Anthony could dwell on is feeling hungry.

"Ready for that rubdown?"

Agreeing, Anthony waited for Tino's hands to rub his
back. Instead, he got a rude awakening as Tino hefted
himself up, kneeled on one edge of the bondage table,
swung his leg over to the other side, holding
Anthony's ass imprisoned between his thighs.

"Um, I don't know about this," Anthony said, trying to
turn his head, look at Tino.

"Relax, Anthony. I'm not going to do anything you
don't want me to do. You do want a massage, don't
you?"

"Um, yes."

Leaning forwards, Tino raised his ass, placed
Anthony's wrists above his head, telling him, "Close
your eyes and just take it all in."

"In? You mean like...."

"I'm not going to fuck you, okay? I know you have a
boyfriend."

"Okay," Anthony replied. "Just checking."

Doing as told, Anthony placed his forearms above his
head, resting his forehead on them, closing his eyes.
So many times he sighed when Tino's palms spread the
oil over his shoulders, down his blades, massaging his
whole back. At the same time, whenever Tino leaned
forwards, the barrel of his 9c rubbed against the
middle of his back, each time feeling the spear poke
at him. It was a such a delightful pleasure, Anthony
didn't even take notice when Tino's shaft sat in his
ass crevice, his ass cheeks pleasuring Tino with a hot
massage. Moving faster and faster, Anthony had the
feeling of getting fucked, but knew Tino's stick
wasn't embedded in his ass chute when he cried out,
shooting his load all over Anthony's back.

%

"I'm kind of getting tired of this. Can we go onto
something else?"

"Um, I sure am red, aren't I babe?"

"You wanted it," Barry said outright.

"Oh, I'm not complaining babe. Nope. You really have a
way with a flogger," Robbie replied, more jovial.

"Really? You think I'm good at being a master?"

Robbie hated to burst Barry's bubble, but at the same
time thought it the kind thing to do, saying,
"Truthfully, I don't think you were putting yourself
into it babe."

"I know I didn't do as good a job as Enrique," Barry
said, a downer in his voice.

"Sure you did. I mean, look how red I am!"

Scanning Robbie's bod, Barry did see the superficial
welts over Robbie's chest and abs. "But you can't hide
your true feelings, babe," Barry spoke as if a
psychiatric specialist.

"Well sure I had a good time. What makes you think
otherwise, babe?"

"This?" Barry replied, holding Robbie's half-hard
cock. "You were harder when Enrique flogged you."

"Sorry," is all Robbie could render.

"That's okay babe."

"Can we maybe find something else to do? This isn't
really turning me on anymore."

With the glitter all fading, Barry took the better
part of fifteen minutes trying to detangle Robbie from
the bondage of the boxing ring ropes.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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author.


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