Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2007 18:00:39 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROAD TRIP  Tinos tender taunting

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  Tino's tender taunting
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"So, it looks like Miguel is leaving it all up to you,
`slave'?"

Saying it, Tino's hand slid down the center of
Anthony's bod, two fingers taking an interest in the
mid-pec trail of fur, fingers separating, one dipping
in and out of the deep innie, the whole palm rubbing
over wiry pubes, then taking hold of what Tino would
signify sweet torture as sweeter pleasuring.

"Ooooooh," Anthony sighed as Tino's hand grabbed at
his cock as if a cowboy taking ownership of a saddle
horn.

Venturing further, knowing he was driving Anthony
onwards, a hand clutched between body and balls,
cinching them in his grip. With a firm pull, he knew
this would cause Anthony pain, but fantasy overtaking
reality, he tested the waters, "My kind of fun. You?"

"Arrrggggh," Anthony bellowed out as his scrotum
stretched over his balls turning his pleasure to pain.

To derive an answer, Tino did, as he has `mastered'
other boys, stroked Anthony's hard cock, while
taunting his balls.

Same response came over Anthony,
"Arrrrgh...oooooh...oooooh," a mixture of pain and
pleasure, gave Tino enough of an answer. Then a sigh
of wanting more, as he freed both Anthony's cock and
balls, his willing victim whimpering, "Oooooh."

As a final testing of boundaries, Tino suggests, "I
bet there's not a place on your body where pain
doesn't meet with pleasure?"

Not an idiot, Anthony knew he was being played out.
Yet he might regret saying it, but rendered, "I'm up
for anything pretty much anything."

"That's all I wanted to know," Tino told him, starting
to walk away, a last word of intent to stimulate, "get
that ass off the table boy and over to `the rack'!"

As Anthony hopped to it, sat up and jumped off the
table, he moaned from his gut aching, but down yonder
more coaxed him on, as he walked in Tino's shadow. The
fact he knew about the rack, the `lift', gave Anthony
indication Miguel and Tino had spoken about his wants,
needs and maybe some fresh ideas not thought about. He
was up for it, putting behind him the workover Alfredo
had given.

"Sit," Tino said.

Anthony wondered what this was all about, so he asked,
"Sit?" His question was followed by a jolt to the side
of his cheek, leaving an imprint of Tino's leather
glove. "Ugggh!"

"You'll learn to do as your told, slave."

"Yes sir," Anthony replied, becoming fully aware of
the status of their fantasy-play, at least by Tino's
rules. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but Anthony got
the message, his cheek still stinging.

"Turn around and face the slat," came the next order.

At first, Anthony used his hands to prop himself up,
but when ordered `no hands', he winced, scraping his
ass on the concrete. Slowly he turned, knees facing
the ceiling, feet flat. Mightly inquistive, he gazed
at the area in front of him, the metal column to which
the iron ramps were connected, normally used to raise
up an automobile for servicing. His head shot to the
right when he felt something touch his shoulder.

"Lick it," came the order. When he didn't immediately
taste Tino's black leather boot, the penalty followed,
"you'll pay for your slow response, boy!"

Yet, when Anthony stuck his tongue out to lick,
pressure on his shoulder caused him to lie down, back
lying on the cold cement. Also, laughter could be
heard, Anthony figuring Tino never really intended on
having his boot tongue-cleaned, but rather let it
serve to humiliate, maybe even as a test. He was
totally startled out of his gourd, when a pipe was
dropped on the floor above his head, with the
direction, "Grab hold of it boy!"

Recognizing it, Anthony wondered where the out of
place bar came from, a piece of curled gym apparatus
minus the weighted plates. He wondered the purpose,
but didn't hestitate to hold it in his palms, fingers
folded around the curvature of the metal rod.

"Father apart," Tino directed him, the tip of his boot
nudging against Anthony's curved knuckles. After the
first instruction, Anthony followed orders, moving
hands away from each other til his arms almost ached
from being eagle-spread. Of course, he did take notice
of the cuffs being placed around each ankle, each leg
being slightly elevated afterwards.

"What tha..." Anthony whispered to himself, not
wanting to `upset' the master, when a familiar sound,
the motor which raises the iron ramp, began to slowly
force his legs upwards. He was equally amazed at Tino,
his two hands around the bar, lifting his two hundred
and five pound bod, so his tender skin would not
scrape along the garage floor, as his legs hoisted
upwards. He didn't see the purpose of holding the bar,
but winced in pain when his body hung upsidedown, Tino
slouching, hanging from the bar as it forced Anthony's
bod into a taut positioning. Unable to sustain Tino's
weight, Anthony's left hand gave way.

Tino cursed as he fell to the side, a final decree of,
"You'll pay for that boy."

Acting scared of punishment to be dealt out, in
reality Anthony's upsidedown cock and balls turned him
into a liar, something which Tino sensed also. After
having Anthony's frame inverted, he lowered the whole
works so that the reclaimed exercise tool hung about
an inch from the floor. Walking over to the bondage
table, he retrieved his leather `doctors' bag. After
setting it on a table of tools, he opened it, reaching
inside. All this time, Anthony is following the
strange scene, made that way by being upsidedown.

"Ah, here they are," Tino purposefully raised the tone
of his voice, retracting a set of clamps, attached to
a chain, from the black bag. Turning to Anthony, he
squatted down, dangling the rubber-tipped flat torture
tools in front of his face. "Seems to me we don't need
these," he summed up, clasping one of the clamps,
dividing its flat jaws, then sliding off the rubber
casing.

All Anthony could think of is bracing himself for a
whopper of a sting, the flat metal jaws clamped
onto... now he became real concerned. Was Tino going
to clamp them on his nips or balls? Either case, he
felt a little more relieved when Tino began tightening
the little screw of each, forcing the flat metal jaws
apart, which he knew would decrease the `bite'.

"We'll start out light, then see if you are going to
be a good boy."

Not having to worry longer about where the clamps were
going, Anthony found himself sighing with pleasure, as
Tino flexed one of his nips, teasing it into a rigid
mound. He knew the game, the waiting, as his nip was
pulverized, then released, mashed, then let be to have
the blood return. But he sucked in air when he saw the
clamp going for his right nip. His gut reaction was to
scream out in pain, but Anthony quickly changed his
tune to a low moan when Tino let go.

"I knew you were a glutton for pain," Tino assessed,
firming up the other nip.

"Oooooooooooooh!" Anthony sighed out in pleasure, as
his other nip was engulfed in the jaws of the second
clamp. The chain connecting the nip torture implements
dropped down, touching Anthony's chin.

"Open up," Tino ordered, Anthony right off getting the
message, opened his mouth, sighing with pain-pleasure,
as Tino stretched the chain, fitting it between his
willing victim's lips. He also noticed something else,
not sure if Anthony did, precum collecting in his
hairy chest, a drip on his stomach, a tiny spot of wet
under his chin. When he stood, he looked upon his next
area of `attack'.

%

"So, what are you up for?" Flip tested the waters,
trying to figure out how far his police captive wanted
to go.

Standing in Miguel's bedroom, the twenty-nine year old
cop stood erect, dressed in his uniform, cap on his
head. "Whatever you feel like doing."

"Um, remember this is my first time?" came the college
freshman's response.

Since Flip was still in the buff, Mario's stare made
it plain he was into more than the bondage,
discipline, sadism and masochism. "Feel free to use
your tool at will."

>From chatting personal stuff, Flip already found out
Mario has spent his twenty-something years being in
the closet, meeting only one guy who didn't work out
and swore to devote his time to a career instead of
playing around.

"What happened to your being in the closet? Of
abstaining from sex til you meet the guy of your
dreams, Mario?"

Dropping his arms to his sides, Mario replies, "I
wasn't sure about coming here today. I've been kind of
scarce with Miguel getting together with the rest of
the guys."

"Oh, so you're not into this BDSM stuff then?" Flip
asked, not disappointed about the fact of some rough
play, but rather the direction in which Mario was
headed with all this, according to his own opinion. He
recalls, "So, if you want my cock up your ass," he put
it bluntly, "then it must mean you want to..." Flip
wasn't sure where he was headed with this himself,
making it up as he went along. However, it's sure he
really dug Mario from the outer facade. He wasn't sure
about `playing' with an older guy, but it's for
certain Mario, decked out in leather chaps, the
harness over his hairy, dark brown chest, the stripe
down his worked abs and the thicker treasure trail was
a real turn on. When Mario changed from leather, into
his police uniform, he got a real nice look at his
lower half. He smiled, when Mario began putting his
shirt on first just so he could show off his big cock
and balls, for his benefit.

Not committing himself to specifics, Mario left it as,
"I came here today with an open mind. The S&M stuff? I
think I'm more into the control aspect."

"Really?" Flip replies, formulating a scheme in his
mind. Walking up to Mario, he dictates, "then how
about getting down on your knees and controlling my
cock with your mouth?"

First, Mario suggests, "Aren't you going to rip my
shirt open?"

"I thought police uniforms were expensive?"

"They can be, but I've been saving this one for a
special cause," Mario replies, moving his hands behind
his back and standing up straight, giving Flip more of
a hint.

Reaching to the collar, Flip begins there, then slowly
pops off the first button, separating the navy blue
uniform from the top.

"Oooooooh," Mario groans as if being pleasured
sexually on his bod.

"How long has this uniform been hanging in the
closet?"

"Almost as long as I've been in there!"

The whole time Flip slowly tore open the cop's shirt,
revealing more and more of the furry chest, then strip
of dark brown hair, the more Mario voiced his
pleasurable opinion. Suddenly the dominant role kicked
in, not only because it was part of the game, Flip
reaching down, his hand measuring the growth of
Mario's pubes, which added immensely to Mario's
moaning. Forcing the shirt over Mario's shoulders, his
captive remained motionless, letting it gather at his
wrists.

Another hint dropped, Mario informs his frat-master,
"My nips are very, very sensitive."

Flip was trying to be serious. After all, he's never
played this game before and wasn't used to receiving
subtle implications from a willing victim. He smiled,
even though he wanted to burst out in a loud giggle.
"Is that so?" He replied, getting an idea as to how he
was going to drive Mario to his knees. Reaching out,
Flip was a little reluctant, being he's never touched
a man's nips before. Well not purposefully to hold the
meaty part of a man's pecs. Too, he had to sort
through the hairy mass covering Mario's chest to find
the brown nips. He surprised himself when touching the
chest fur how it made his privates tingle, but create
even more of sensation when he grabbed hold of Mario's
nips with his fingers and thumbs. He actually looked
at doing Mario a favor, when the Latino-Italian
sharply moaned in pleasure, more of a whimper, mashing
them lightly.

"Oh fuckin' yeah!"

Flip giggles, looking down, saying, "Um, am I allowed
to let you touch there?"

"You make the rules," Mario replied. Another dropped
hint, he says, "If I've offended you by doing
something I shouldn't have, you know you have the
right to punish me?"

"I do, do I? Hmm... I wonder how that should go?" Flip
plays along.

The submissive keeps adding suggestive thought,
replying, "The cuffs are in the little case behind my
back, attached to the my belt."

Flip just smiled, but got a light charge when his
forearm grazed the side of Mario's ribs. He was
already hard, but the electricity shooting from his
forearm to pubes, made him rethink the suggestion,
`feel free to use your tool at will'. As the opinion
he drew of Mario, thoughts about searching for that
special guy, at first Flip thought the same. But now,
all of this was going out the window, especially when
he tried undoing the little pouch behind Mario's back,
first the back of his hand, feeling up the hairy
pocket of his lower back, then his finger slipping
down between belt and skin, two fingers detecting the
outline of Mario's ass crevice.

"Sorry," Mario suddenly spoke out, "but this is
getting to be too much for me."

It had been Flip's thought too, but Mario was a minute
ahead, slipping his hands from behind his back,
winding them around the teen's swimmer's waist,
repositioning him from standing to the side, to in
front of him. There came no complaints from Flip,
except surprise, as he stood there now in front of
Mario, their pubes grinding together. "Fuck the game,"
Mario said, placing his hands behind Flip's back,
palms to shoulder blades, forcing the `master's' lips
to the slaves.

%

Even though he was hanging upsidedown, it didn't stop
Anthony from arching his back when Tino slowly forced
the greased up dildo downwards. Looking up, he had
full view of Tino's enjoyment, viewing the master's
cock, fully erect, a bead of goo ready to parachute
towards the floor. Though his body quaked, feeling the
dildo sink deeper into his ass canal, his lips became
dry, a longing to be quenched.

Feeling up his own hard shaft, Tino allowed the sticky
goo to escape, his hand making his 9c all shiny.
Anthony whimered when the precious salty slime was
wiped on his front, mixing with his brown body fur.
Tino rather thought himself benevolent, sparing
Anthony a taste of his cock-honey, when later he would
be gluttonizing on the whole batch.  After drilling
the dildo all the way in, Tino stood back, admiring
his handiwork, only to discover Anthony's balls hiding
the small stump which kept the rubber tool from being
swallowed up. It also gave Tino incentive to want to
attack his next area of interest.

%

"Hey, will ya looka that!" Barry said, as he and
Robbie open the door to Miguel's bedroom.

"Um, think a guy can get some privacy?" Flip yells at
the two after pushing up from the bed, looking over
Mario's shoulder. Apparently it didn't phase Mario, as
he kept on licking Flip's popsicle.

"Oops!" Robbie said, slamming the door closed behind
the two.

"I wonder where Roberto's room is?"

"Was?" Robbie corrects.

"I haven't seen Jason around. Maybe he's...."

However, as Robbie pushes open the next door, the two
find it uninhabited.

"Cool! All to ourselves!" Barry makes a leap for joy,
his ass landing on the bed, head pulverizing the
pillow.

"Yeah... cool," Robbie replies, slowly warming up to
Barry as he crawls onto the bed, his six foot two, two
hundred and five pound bod overshadowing his lover.

"Hey, can I have a taste of that?"

"What?" Robbie replies, looking under himself, beyong
the built pecs and taut abs.

"Your cock, if it's okay?"

Really Robbie's mouth was all primed and ready for a
hardy blowjob, so he naturally hesitated.

"Once, if it's okay, babe?"

"Um, yeah," Robbie relinquished his tastebuds. "If you
want to."

Even though the duo haven't been a couple for long,
Barry already had a feeling for what Robbie was
experiencing, the kind a guy gets when `let down'.
"Hey, I got an idea!" he scooted his bod out from
under his lover, "Let's do a 69!"

"Um, yeah. Sure," Robbie replied, willing to settle
for the compromise.

%

"Akkkkkkkkkk-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Hmmm, you're taking it pretty well, boy... maybe I'll
kick it up a few notches!"

Tino waited for Anthony to refute the issue of having
him turn the screwing device, centered at the top of
the clear plastic tool of torture, literally squashing
his slaveboy's nuts. Slowly the plexiglass windows
sandwiched Anthony's big balls, looking more like a
slab of ham then two rounded balls.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkk-oooooh-oooooooh!" He cried out in a
mixture of pain and pleasure.

Tino couldn't deny the facts. Anthony was loving it,
having his balls slowly crushed. It made Tino smile
when he stroked Anthony's cock, a massive amount of
cum leaking out onto his hand. "Ready for some more,
boy?"

Each time for the last three turns of the screw, Tino
tested his slave to pain and pleasure, asking. This
time Anthony opposed, "No more Sir....please..." he
begged.

He was about to fake Anthony out, first tightening the
screw, then quickly loosening it, ever-so-slowly till
the ball-crushing unit became separated by
three-fourths of an inch, then a full inch, flattened
orbs regaining their rounded shape, as soon as the
unit was removed. It made Tino even more excited when
he detected Anthony whimpering as he held it in his
hand, readying to drop it into his leather doctors
bag. It tortured Anthony even more when Tino turned
the dildo upon exiting it from Anthony's ass canal.
Worst ordeal came when he grabbed at the nip clamps.
Now that hurt, as Anthony screamed out, his knuckles
white as he clenched the weight bar.

"Oh fuck that hurt so fuckin' good!"

Tino took it as a compliment, but unfortunately he
wasn't used to a guy able to take a great amount of
pain, making him a bit on the bored side. Before he
let Anthony down from his upsidedown rack bondage, he
took out of his bag a hooded mask, placing it over
Anthony's head, sealing out his vision. Anthony wasn't
sure about all this. His immediate thoughts were of
Tino's words, `kicking it up', thinking heavy pain was
on the way. But after zipping the black rubber hood up
the back of his head, he heard the awful, loud sound
of the ramp, being lowered. He wondered what tender
torment Tino had in store, for to rack his bod with
more pleasure and pain.

%

2B continued...

Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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