Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 11:46:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: tluke McPhee <punchinthestomach@yahoo.com>
Subject: Timber Creek Fitness Camp 3

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"Timber Creek Fitness Camp" 03  (M/M oral anal bdsm)
 Created by T. Luke McPhee


Soon Glenn lay on the sofa, completely passed out from
the drinks Evan fed
him. He reached into Glenn's back pocket and retrieved
his wallet. He
searched through it til he came to Glenn's driver's
license.

'Oh cool! A twenty-five year old!' Evan said out loud.

Taking Glenn under his arms, he dragged him along the
slick wooden floor to
his bedroom. After setting up a video cam on a tripod,
he stripped Glenn
down.

'Oooh what a hot bod you've got, Glenn... oh man,
going to make plenty off
of you!'

Evan ran his hand all over Glenn's lightly hairy chest
and followed the
trail down his stomach. He waited til he stripped
Glenn of his pants and
briefs before making an assessment of the rest of his
'wares'!

'Not a bad cock. Could be longer, perhaps when you're
real hard!'

Being a master of his craft, Evan stripped down and
after switching the cam
on, got into bed with Evan. He made sure his face
wasn't seen, but flaunted
Glenn's. He made all kinds of grunting sounds, moving
the bods around. After
about an hour of this play, he put Glenn back in his
clothes and dragged him
back out to the sofa and lay his head on the pillow,
feet up on the cushion.

*

"Ooooh Troy. You are something."

"You know what Hans?"

"What?"

"I don't know if I should be telling your this, but I
really like you."

"You do?"

"But I really, really like you."

"Please, Troy. Don't let yourself do this."

"Do what?"

"Don't get serious."

"I thought... I thought you liked me."

"I do, but..."

"Never mind, Hans."


Troy got up, grabbed his shorts and shirt and bailed
out.

All Hans could say is, 'fuck' and threw the pillow
over his head.

*
"Order whatever pleases you, Nick."

"How come they don't have prices on the menu?" Nick
asks.

"Haa ha ha haaaa... Oh David, you better school your
secretary here."

"Nick, they don't have prices because they want you to
enjoy your meal and
then give you indigestion when you get the bill!"

"Haa ha ha ha haaa.. oh we have got to go out to lunch
more often, David."

Nick asks, not even worrying about the 'Mr.', "So,
Alex, what did you mean
by you're going to 'hear it from the others' about
taking me to lunch with
David?"

"I said that because I've never had anybody take their
secretary to lunch
with them and when the other secretaries see it
happening, they are going to
ask their bosses why 'they' don't get to go to lunch
with me.. us, I mean."

David states bluntly, "Well, why not? They work just
as hard as you or I,
Alex!"

"You know you two are the most amazing two gentlemen
I've ever dined with? I
haven't had 'anyone' stand up for what they would like
to tell me to my
face. Usually they're worried about kissing my ass.
I'm going to be keeping
my eye on you two."

Another blunt remark from David, "You can't monitor us
in bed, unless you're
there, Alex!"

"David!" Nick remarks.

"Hey, Nick I've done my homework, too!"

Alex offers "So, David, I guess you know I'm gay,
too?"

"Not until you just told me, Alex!"

"Oh shit... no!"

"Don't worry about it. It'll be our secret, right
Nick?"

"Sure, how can we go fink on a man who's going to take
us out to lunch like
this once a week?"

"Oh you two are bad...soooo bad. Maybe that's why I
like you so much. Sure
we'll go out to lunch once a week and then the three
of us will head over to
David's house for some after dinner cocktails!"

Neither of the three protested against Alex's idea.

"By the way, Alex. I know either you or Lloyd will be
thinking about my
replacement."

"Lloyd handles that."

"May I make a suggestion that possibly you can pass
along to him?"

"Hmm... suggestion or an order?"

"I'd prefer the latter."

"Go ahead. Humor me. Whom is it?"

"Glenn Travers, my secretary."

"Your secretary? How would he have the qualifications
to handle your job?"

"Many reasons. One, he's been under my direction since
he's been with the
company, two, he knows all of the business that the
Southwestern division
manager curtails, three, he knows all the sales rep
and clients and four,
he's a hell of a top in bed!"

"Hmm.. he is, is he? I'd picture you a top yourself,
David?"

"I am?"

"Then how did you find out that he's a good top, eh?"

"Because we've both topped Southeast division
manager!"

Nick and Alex say at the same time, "Strom Norgard?"

"Yeah, a hot bottom. Behaves himself like a nice 'boy'
should, plus is a
glutton for punishment!"

"Oh yeah!" Alex says, excitedly. "Maybe we should go
to lunch everyday!"

David replies, "Oh, are we all going to halfday
shifts?"

"Oh, didn't think of that, David. Hee hee.. throw the
company into a
monetary fiasco!"

Nick suggests, "But if we had lunch every Friday, then
we could let our play
runover into the weekend."

"David, is your Glenn Travers as bright as this
secretary?"

"Why do you think I'm recommending him for the job?"

They trade glances.


*

"Oooooh.. oooh my head..." Glenn groaned.

Evan just sat in the other chair, the remote in his
hand, ready to put the
video tape on display for Glenn.

"There's coffee on the table for you."

"Ooooh thanks."

After Evan thought Glenn was sober enough, he set his
plan into action.

"Got a video I thought you might like to watch,
Glenn."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

Pointing the remote towards the open cabinet, he
pushed a button. Evan
watched Glenn as he watched the video.

"Hey, that guy looks familiar."

"He should be. It's you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. You're such a hot lover, Glenn."

"But... Hey wait a minute... you didn't!"

"Yeah. Was fun too. You have such a nice body too."

"But why?"

"Why? The money. I figured a thousand to start and
then a thousand a month."

"You mean pay you?"

"Yeah. Nice way to do business, huh?"

Was Evan in for a surprise!

Glenn jumped up from the sofa, tore into Evan,
watching him pass out from a
punch to the jaw. He didn't see it coming and never
knew what hit him. This
is one guy Evan would have wished he passed up!

*

"Hey, you're looking good, Milo."

"You too. How come you don't call me anymore, Kenny?"

"Hey, I'm working two jobs, remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"Did you get it?"

"What?"

"Your mail from Timbercreek?"

"Oh yeah.. yeah... got it, you, Kenny?"

"Yep."

"Cool! They give you a scholarship?"

"Yep, you?"

"Yes."

"Cool. That means we can go together, Milo!"

"We can take my car."

"Good idea, Milo. Mine is like almost ready for the
junk yard."

The two college freshman have wanted to attend
Timbercreek for years. Milo's
brother, now in his mid twenties, had boasted about
his experiences at
Timbercreek when he was nineteen. Upon returning to
college, his average
soared upwards after the first semester. He would be
proud of Milo when he
learned of his acceptance at Timbercreek.

*

Hans finally took the pillow from his head. Sitting on
the side of the bed,
he scratched his balls and thought what an jackass he
was. After all, Troy
hadn't asked to come in, nor had been invited to come
into his bed. No, he
just plucked him up and carried him into his life. Now
guilt began tearing
at his mind. He got up, grabbed a pair of shorts,
slipped on some sneakers
and headed out the door. Looking around the outside of
the bunkhouse, he
didn't see the seventeen year old, so he walked around
it, then out front to
the bungalow. There Troy sat on the steps of the
stairs leading to the porch
of the bungalow. His arms were folded across his knees
and his forehead
rested on them.

"Troy?"

"Get away. You've used me now just leave me alone."

"Used you? That what you think?"

"Yeah and you're going to be doing that all summer and
then I'll just be a
piece of trash for you to throw away."

"Troy, listen."

As Hans sat down next to Troy, he got up and left Hans
sitting by himself.
He ran off down the road. Hans jumped up and ran after
him. When he caught
up to Troy, he gained speed. Hans caught up to him
again, but this time he
stood still in front of Troy, causing him to run right
into his chest.

"Hey.. just the fuck get outta my way!"

"No, you listen to me. I maybe an idiot."

"That's for sure."

"You never do anything wrong in your life, Troy?"

"Of course. Nobody's perfect."

"Maybe I do something wrong when I tell you that I
like you."

"Well if you don't like me, then why did you force
yourself on me?"

"Me? I gave you time leave, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"Listen, Troy, I would like to get to know you more. I
do like you."

"But I more than like you, Hans."

"Troy, like you say, at the end of the summer I have
to go back to Germany."

"That's not going to work for me. You can treat me
just like any of the
other guys, but don't ask me to come into your bed
anymore."

Hans hung his head down in defeat, as Troy stepped
around him and jogged
off. He had wanted to make some kind of peace between
the two of them, but
had failed miserably.

*

"That my cellphone?"

"No, it's mine, Alex."

"I should be answering your calls, David." Nick
apologized.

"I've got this one. Hello? Glenn, how are you? What?
Swift? Where? I'll be
right there."

"Trouble David?"

"Nothing I can't handle. By the way, maybe you two
would like to see your
first taste of action?"

"Now, David?" Alex asks.

"Well, I have a funny feeling about leaving you two
alone!"

Nick complains, "Oh, that was low, David!"

"I've got to go. If you want to come along, alright."

"David?"

"Yes, Alex?"

"You don't have a choice. Remember we came in my car?"

"Then we better get a move on it!"

The three exit the restaurant, without ordering a
single bite. Alex
apologizes to the matre'd, who is overly concerned
about their 'emergency'
and wishes them well. Nick just admires the guy's
suit!

"Where are we headed, David?"

"To one of 'your' employee's houses."

"You mean a company guy?"

"Evan Swift."

"Swift?" Alex asks nervously.

"Seems he's been a very naughty boy!"

"Oh? What's this about?"

"Depends on what Glenn tells me."

"Wait, you mentioned Travers. What does he have to do
with all this?"

"When I find out, you'll find out!"

Within a half hour, the limo pulls up to the security
gate. David gets out
and informs the guard that they are from the company
Evan Swift is employeed
by and they want to surprise him with a promotion. The
guard is more than
happy to let them through.

"Nice looking man."

Nick bravely suggests, "Just your type, Alex."

"You know you have a wise mouth Nick, but I like it!"

Alex pats nick on the thigh.

"Um, just keep your hands to yourself, Alex?"

"Haa ha ha haaaa... oooh, Nick, you better watch it. I
might just have to
promote you!"

David, even though his mind is on what Glenn has
gotten himself into, pays
attention Alex's interactions with Nick.

The three get out of the limo.

"Mr. Chekov?"

"Yes Dimitri?"

"Let me go with you?"

"Could get rough."

"Please?"

"Go find a parking place."

Nick waits outside as David goes in.

"David said to wait out here."

"I can't wait to find out what is happening!" Alex
says, rubbing his hands
together.

Dimitri parks and then heads towards the small porch
where Nick and Alex are
standing.

"Don't tell me, your lover?"

"Nephew."

"Kind of cute."

"Dimitri, meet Nick who thinks you're kind of cute."

Dimitri greets the twenty-seven year old.

"Good to meet you Nick. Would you care to go back to
the limo?"

"Why? I think Swift might have an extra room we can
borrow!"

Just then David opens the front door.

"Come in and don't say a word."

The three follow David into the house. There, in the
middle of the room,
Evan sits, naked, in a wooden chair. His arms lie on
the wooden armrests
with his wrists tied down, ankles tied to the front
legs. There's a
pillowcase over his head, tied loosely around his
neck.

"Gentlemen, Glenn has had the unfornate experience of
being victimized by
Mr. Swift. He's been drugged, stripped, dragged into
bed and filmed, then
awakened to find he needs to protect his image with
bribes to be paid to
Mr. Swift."

Alex walks over to Swift, reaches for the pillow and
tears it off of his
head.

"Alex, no!" David warns.

"So, you finally get caught redhanded, Swift!"

Glenn questions, "You know what's going on, Mr.
Chekov?"

"Yes. I fell victim to Evan's scheme months ago and
have been paying dearly
for him to keep our secret. Now, what do we do about
it?"

"I'll give you your money back, Mr. Chekov and the
movies. I... ugh!"

Alex slaps Evan across the face, turning his head.

"Nick?"

"Yes, Alex?"

"I thought you and Dimitri were going to find a spare
bedroom."

"Um, yes."

"Then go find it."

"Sure. C'mon Dimitri."


The twenty year old follows Nick up the stairs of the
townhouse.

"Now, David, let me put this situation into your
hands. Let's say this is a
trial to how you would handle a grave problem at the
company. I place any
means at your disposal, including corporal
punishment!"

"Nooooo..." Evan protests.

David yells up the stairs, "Nick, don't get
comfortable. We're going to my
place!"

The two descend the stairs, shirts half undone,
carrying their jackets, two
ends of their neckties hanging down the front.

"Can't get any privacy!" Nick exclaims, joking.

"Don't complain, when you're going to get a free room
for the night!"

"You mean weekend."

The five, plus Evan in shorts and a tee shirt, flood
the limo and head on
their way out of the living complex.

*

"Ooooh man, Eric. You are some hot fucker."

"I was too rough?"

"No. That's what I expected, but just the opposite."

"But you were screaming like hell!"

"Yeah. What a big baby I am, huh?"

"Hey, what did you expect when I shoved it up that
pea-sized hole? It to
tickle?"

"Haa ha ha haaaa...yeah, you and I are going to do
real well this summer!"

*

"I was under the impression that you were going to be
days in the hospital,
Brian."

"What? Put up with that garbage they serve up
disguised as food? I'd much
rather be home enjoying one of your homemade cooked
meals, Josh."

"Heee heeee... I guess I should take that as a
compliment!"

"I'm just glad to be home where we can spend our time
together, Josh."

"Oh, I got a call from your principal at school, a Mr.
Jarvis?"

"Don't tell me. They want me in Monday morning!"

"No. He says the board approved your 'paid' leave of
absence for the rest of
the school year!"

"Oh, big deal! Two weeks!"

"Brian, did you apply for leave?"

"No."

"Then don't complain. Besides, between classes, I'll
get to wait on you!"

"Hmm.. guess there are benefits to being on leave!"

"Besides, I have to get you well for Timbercreek."

"That's right! Oh man... can you imagine if I can't
go?"

"You mean if 'we' can't go?"

*
"Where's the bedroom, David?"

"The spare is 'that way', Nick. Glenn, why don't you
take Evan down to the
basement and make him 'uncomfortable'?"

"My pleasure."

"Shall I help him, David?"

"No Alex. You and I still need to draw up some job
specifications in the
bedroom!"

Alex smiled at the proposition David made. No doubt
that he figured David is
going to go 'far' in the company!


continued...

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