Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 14:15:17 -0800 (PST)
From: T Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: 2006: A Space Oddity   three

The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a
sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships
offends 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. This is fiction. Do not forget, in
real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got
condom?

"2006:A Space Oddity" three
(John Crichton/Steve Austin/Jason Castle/Capt. Troy)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Damned it all!" Ben shouted out, hitting the bottle
for the fifth time that night.

Coming down hard on himself, Ben sat in the big comfy
chair of his trailer. He knew it would still be
another month before the female cast set foot on the
lot, of the filming of `2006: A Space Oddity', so for
now he had to remain cooped up, like some caged
animal.

Then it came to him, `hey wait a minute here! Ice Tray
is bringing the party in.  Now why can't I?'

`Damned it all!' Came the second downer for the
evening.

Checking both ends of the telephone cord, nothing
seemed amiss. However, Ben had already stirred his
loins. He didn't want to give up now. So, leaving his
trailer, first stop was Lee's abode. After waiting for
a reply to both a ring and knock, he forced the
handle. It was unmovable.

`Shit!'

The only known `open' trailer, was Ice's. Frankly, Ben
had rather not tangle with that crowd. However, the
space between his legs craved special attention.

`Oh, what the fuck,' He threw his hands in the air.

Walking up to Ice's trailer, he knew he would have to
put up with the kinky bull crap, unless Ice could run
the telephone cord out to the door. His trailer didn't
afford the luxury, so he wasn't sure if Ice's would be
the same story.

"Um, excuse me?"

"Can't hear you. The music's cranked up," a tall,
black dude answering the door, shot out with.

A bit perturbed, by their stupidity, Ben shouted
through the screen door, "Why don't you fuckin' turn
it down?"

Not only did his ears hear it, but Ben's feet could
detect the `__boom-boom __boom-boom  __boom-boom', as
if they had been implanted under the pavement of the
lot.

"Wait! I'll be right back!" The young black fellow
told Ben, holding up a finger, to signal `a minute'.

So, Ben waited, his hand in his pocket, trying to keep
his erection tame. Three minutes later, the same tall,
lanky guy shows up at the door.

"Heeeey! C'mon in brutha!"

"I just want to use your phone."

"Sure no problem, bro!"

Ben was shocked at what he saw. Right off the bat, two
black guys fucking a white guy at both ends and this
was just inside the door! Further into the trailer, he
spotted a black and white `candycane' of men, some
Latino's and one Asian, in a long chain.

One yelled over, "Hey man, strip off them clothes and
get with us here!"

"No thanks," Ben replied, opting out of the gangbang.

They journeyed into the kitchen.

"What tha fuck?" Ben spurted out.

"Help yerself, man. We got plenty of food," his guide
offered.

It wasn't the elegant fare that astonished Ben.
Instead he had to at least touch the `serving
platter', to make sure it was real.

"I don't believe it!"

" You never seen a nude boy, serving food before,
Bennie?"

For an instant, it was not the white guy's body, tied
out eagle-spread to the kitchen table, via gold-toned
ropes that tied him down to the legs, but, foods of
several varieties arranged tastefully on his pecs,
stomach, pubes. Ben wondered where the other end of
the cucumber was, that stuck out under the guy's
balls. A second thought crept in, where did the guy
get his name. The third inch of though was `I hate
that name!'

As the thin black guy is leading him onward, Ben
quizzes him, "Aren't you worried what happens when
that candle, in his navel, burns down?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'll let us know.  Get what I mean?"

"Oh, I sure do," Ben replied, cringing at the thought
of the hot well of boiling wax in the guy's navel.

Finally, Ben was led to the back room, chomping on a
carrot stick, plucked from the side of the serving
platter's right nip. The fellow gave Ben the phone,
excusing himself for a moment. Before Ben could dial
three numbers, a different, tall black man walked up
behind him, placing his index finger over the `hang
up' feature on the phone.

"Heey, what's the idea?" Ben clamored.

"What's the matter? Don't like a good time, boy?"

"Wait one second here!"

However, the man didn't have any intentions of taking
sass from any white boy. A snap of two fingers,
brought two young Latino guys forward. They grabbed
each side of Ben, taking him back into the maze of
rooms. Kicking, shouting, fighting for dear life, he
struggled, but to no avail.

"Get the fuck off!"

"Hey, mind your manners boy."

"I'll kick the shit outta you if you don't..."

"Now is that anyway for a guest to act in his host's
home?"

"Host? Ice Tray? Where is that bastard?"

Having answered the door, the guy stood there, shaking
his head. He had a good picture of how rough Ben could
be. His goal would be to tame the arrogant creature.

"Prepare him. I think the gangbang is almost over!"

Ben protested, struggling to try to free himself from
the two muscled black men.

"Heeeey! You just tore my Gucci shirt!"

Hearing what Ben said, the two Latinos laughed,
continuing to strip the actor.

"Nice," one commented, his hand gliding over Ben's
hairy left pec.

The other asks, "You work out, man?"

Ben was beyond the point of communication.

"Not too friendly is he?" one says to the other.

"No. I don't see what Ice sees in him. Friend? Shit!"

"Hee hee heeee," the other continues, "wait till the
guys get done with'm."

"Whew, will you look at this hot ass, Malcolm?"

Even though Ben struggled through the whole ordeal of
having his shirt torn and ripped from his body, the
humiliation of his pants unfastened, stripped, his
briefs taken from him, his sneakers and socks removed,
then to top it off, manhandled, as he was tied with
his arms stretched out, eagle-spread, along with his
feet. Thinking of himself as `tough', at this moment
he swallowed, sensing some shaky ground ahead.

"Wha-what are you going to do to me?"

Malcolm, the tall, lanky one, stood there stroking his
cock, grinning, then replied to Ben, "Oh don't worry.
We're gonna work you over real good!"

As the two laughed, Ben struggled in his bindings,
cursing the two and Ice Tray out. He clammed up, when
the open door produced the six men involved in the
gangbang, unattached.

"Hee heee," Malcolm laughed with glee, as he directed
them, "My bro said to take care of him real nice.  Oh
and Peewee?"

"Yeah, Malcolm?"

"Stick a few bills in his wallet to cover the shirt?"

"No problem Malcolm."

"Your bro? You're Ice Tray's brother?" Ben questioned.

Malcolm didn't answer, laughing as he made his exit.
Ben, hairy body outstretched, hanging by his arms,
tied in the shape of an `x', looked around at the
seven bare men. Like any man, first thing that struck
him was the sizes of their cocks. None of them seemed
to be any shorter than his own 8c. In fact, seemed
like his cock was in the low end of the `extended
shaft scale', according to length. He looked upon
himself as even smaller, as all of the cocks in the
room had been hard, except his own.

The Asian stepped forward, announcing, "I don't know
about you guys, but I'm hungry!"

Falling right to his knees, Ben got the shock of his
life, as the Asian held Ben's cock in the palm of his
hand, as if serving it up on a silver platter.
Instead, he lifted it up and inserted it into his
palate.

The Latino suggested, "C'mon Adrian, I'll take his
left pec. You take his right."

Ben's eyes shifted from directly below to first, his
left pec, then right, as the Latino moved his mouth
over his pec and began licking over his hairy nip. On
the other hand, Adrian took more pleasure for himself,
taking Ben's other nip in between his teeth and softly
grinding the nip-meat.

"Oooooooooohfuck!" Ben sighed, throwing his head back,
mouth opening, eyes squinting.

"Heey, I claim his ass!"

"Are we not surprised, Hector?" Trey called out,
causing the crowd of men to laugh out loudly.

Ben then tried to look over his shoulder, as he felt
hands on his asscheeks. Another wave of emotion swept
over him, as he experienced the tongue invasion in his
ass crevice. Then he couldn't keep track of who was
where, as his whole body seemed engulfed with tongues,
mouths or hands.

"Ooooh fuck! Oh fuck!" Ben called out, dropping his
head back.

He shocked himself back to reality once more, as his
relaxed body got caught in the bondage of the leather
cuffs on his wrists. However, the Asian, tonging his
now hard shaft, plus the stimulation of his nips,
balls, ass hole, a tongue darting in and out of his
navel and a mouth alternating between armpits, began
to make Ben buck his hips.

"Heeey, he wants to fuck you, Osama!" Trey called out,
making the boys laugh.

It made Ben yell, "No way! I'm not a queer!"

However, he wasn't getting much of a choice. There, in
front of Ben, Osama bent over, hands on his knees,
holding his ass up to the hard shaft, all primed. Ben
couldn't help but feel awesome, as Juan lubed up his
rod, squirting stuff out of a tube. Jason busied
himself with spreading the lube, by fingers, to
Osama's ass.

"Looks like we're ready and greased up!" Trey
reported.

With Ben's eight inch tool in hand, Trey positioned it
to Osama's ass.

"Hey, Maurice! Adrian!"

"What bro?"

"Yeah bro?"

"Quit playing with each other. You want me to tell
Malcolm you're playing with each other? Huh? Huh?"

"No," Maurice says, solemnly, like did something
terribly wrong.

"Huh Adrian?"

"No. You don't have to go and tell Malcolm. We cool."

"We're here for him, so pull Osama's ass apart so I
can shove his cock in there."

The reality of the moment hit Ben. However, between
the oral treatment he just received and the loose
affect the booze still had on him, he let it happen.
Somehow he didn't register a difference that it was
the Asian and a guy's ass before him that they fed his
cock into.

"Yeah... gonna ease it in nice and gentle-like."

Trey talked Ben's hard shaft into Osama's ass hole, as
if talking a jet into landing in the snow.

"Arrrrghhh!" Osama let out, when Ben's head pierced
his sphincter.

"Oh yeah, Samba baby!" Trey called out when he felt
the resistance.

Ben sighed, "Ooooooh...ooooohshiiiit!"

Trey commented, "Feel good, don't it Bennie baby?"

He hated that nickname, but Ben didn't give a fuck
what he was called, after feeling the warm interiors
surround his shaft..

"Oh yeah, work that cock, Bennie baby," Trey kept up
the talk.

About to let go of Ben's cock, Trey sensed him working
his hips, helping to force the eight inch barrel in,
on his own.

>From the accolades pouring from Ben's mouth, Trey knew
that Ben had passed the point of no return.

"How's it goin' in here, bro?" Malcolm walked in on
them.

"I think he's addicted bro."

"Alright. That's my boy, Trey!"

The two friends hugged, chest to chest.

"Think he's into it enough, Trey?"

"Oh yeah."

As if the ringleader, Malcolm gave a signal. Juan and
Jason reached up and unhooked Ben's wrist cuffs from
the hooks in the ceiling. He didn't even fight the
feeling, but instead threw his hands around Osama's
torso, bringing his ass closer, so that he could force
more of himself deep inside.

"Hector, you still on his ass?"

However, Malcolm still had more in store for Ben.

"Set him up in the bed, boys."

They laughed, when Ben whimpered, his cock popping out
of Osama's ass.

"What'd you do that for?" Ben cried out.

The laughter became louder and more uncontrolled.

"Don't worry, Bennie," Trey told him. "We'll have you
sunk back in soon enough!"

Somebody put a beer in Ben's hand, another a shot of
poppers, which made him all the more horny for ass.
They didn't need to restrain Ben, seeing him firming
up his own tool. Helping him over to the bed, Juan and
Jason lifted Ben into place, behind Osama, kneeling.

"Anybody want to help out here?"

Maurice and Adrian lifted Osama's legs up, letting
them rest on Ben's shoulders, as Juan and Jason helped
guide his cock into port. With two beers down and a
few hits of poppers, Ben was flying high.

"Yeah... let's get that cock in that ass, huh Bennie?"

"Yeah," Ben showed no reluctance, his own hand. Bent
on filling Osama's tight passageway, Ben prodded,
"Gonna fuck Samba baby deep and hard!"

They all roared at Ben taking up Trey's nick for Osama
and applying it in new dimensions. His cock slipped in
a little and then it became Osama himself, bearing
down, trying to get as much of Ben's meat in, as
possible.

"Hell yeah!" Ben called out, now shoving his rod into
Osama's pressing hole.

Not watching around him, Ben didn't see Malcolm and
Trey clearing out the room. Soon it was only Malcolm
making his exit, saying, "Have a fun night, Bennie!"

He didn't even acknowledge the two leaving. His mind,
body and soul had been keyed in one and only one
thing.

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Continued....

Copyright 2005 T. Luke McPhee
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