Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 09:50:57 -0400
From: TCHASE MCPHEE <survivalgame@outlook.com>
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ ?MAkiNG WaRRioRs? 11

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,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 11
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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Jared trusted things would go okay, walking over to Jay. He knew this would
blow his mind!


Instead, though, Jay's mind was already blown, though seeing Scott, Adam
and Jeffry standing there, bottles of beer in hand, natural as the minute
they were born, only not seconds-old-cocks, but many years later, it made
him smile, the three soft stalks lined up!


"What?" Jared asks Jay, upon the excited greeting.


"You bought Dirk's house for me!" Jay exclaims.


"So much for secrets," Jared looks at Oz.


"You told me it was okay to tell him," Oz claims.


"I meant about the doctor!" Jared says.


"Oh," Oz doesn't appear to be disturbed, "I thought you meant everything,"
the look on his face looked for mercy.


"What's done is done." Then addressing Jay, "So you're okay with that?"


"It's my house, right?"


Strange question, but Jared went with it, "We'll have to work that out,
who's name is on the deed, but for certain yours will be," then the
question, "why?"


"Dirk says there's lots of room. I want to rent one to Scott and one to
Adam."


Perusing the wall of flesh, suddenly cocks were not Jared's focus, "Where
is it you live now?"


"I..." Scott and Adam both jump in at once.


"You go," Adam says, nudging Scott's elbow.


"No, you go," Scott returns the tap.


"I live with one of the guys at the tattoo parlor. Right now I'm tolerating
the situation, people coming in and out and like, he shows no
consideration?" Adam lays on Jared.


"And you, Scott?" Jared asks.


"I'm with the band. We hop on and off the island. When I'm not on the
island, I'm staying with 4 other guys." Glancing over to Adam, then back to
Jared, "I'd much rather be able to stay here, besides..."


"Besides what?" Jared asks.


Jay, he's taking it all in, occasional glances at random to the three on
his left, but mainly focusing on the burger-flipper. He catches Dirk,
flipping a burger up in the air, missing the landing, half on the turner,
half off, wrecking the burger. Then, like Dirk's committed mass murder, he
looks about, finding only Jay looking, which makes him smile. The smile
makes Jay smile!


Scott continues explaining, "Well, I don't really want this to get out, but
I've gotten an offer to do some modeling and have yet to tell The Foot
Doctors I'm leaving the band," he says, "and when I do," he gulps, "like,
it will be real uncomfortable living with them, if you know what I mean?"


This caught Jay's ears, "You're leaving The Foot Doctors?"


To soften the blow, Scott tells them, "I have a feeling they already have
wind of it. They've seen my portfolio."


He couldn't help it, natural reaction, Jay saying, "Is this picture," he
nods, "in it?" Jay's squared off fingers make a little portrait of Scott in
the buff!


Blushing, Scott's hand moves in front of his jewels, saying, "No, I'm not
doing gay porn yet!"


Adam turns to Scott, "Maybe we should practice, in case you go for an
audition!"


A brilliant idea, Jay says, "Yeah, you can give us all an idea of how it
goes!"


Breaking up their little fun and games, Jesse and Tim had been quietly
`swimming', make their exit, Jesse asking, "Those weenies burnt yet, Dirk?"


Dirk smiles, not because the weenies were burnt, nor still in the cooking
stages, but the feel of Jesse leaning over to see for himself. Not very
tall, back against a tall man, Dirk could just tell Jesse's nips were
touching his blades. This made Dirk hesitate, trying to get the most
benefit out of the erotic feeling, shuffling the grilled goods around.


Whether he was snagged in his thinking, or not, Jesse says, "Earth-to-Dirk,
did you hear what I said?"


Turning around, Dirk smiles, seeing Jesse's nips hard as rocks, but derails
his train of thought, "Oh sorry, I was listening to what Jay was saying."


Knowing he was being given a snow job, because Jesse knew there was
`something' stimulating his sensitive spots, he grabs the weenie-fork,
"Gimme that," he stokes the weenies himself!


Paying attention more to Dirk, than his brother, when the cub comes `round
to chat, Jared had it in mind to say something about Jesse's crotch up
against ass, instead chickens out, "So, how's the food coming?"


"Fine," Dirk, sitting in a chair, confers with Jay, "but has your brother
always acted like `a father'?"


"I know," Jay got the feeling already, regarding Jared's preaching
attitude, "I don't think our dad ever drilled us in doing this or doing
that, as much as Adam and Scott are getting right now!"


"Well," Dirk says, "if Scott and Adam are suddenly going to be room mates,
in addition to what Jared's `laws', they are going to have to respect each
others' privacy."


"Room mates," Jay differs, "I thought they could each have their own
rooms?"


Knowing Jay was probably counting the doors to each room, as he exited the
bath room, Dirk says, "Not every room is a bedroom. We could turn the den
into a bedroom, but other than that, truthfully speaking, there's only 3
bedrooms."


"Oh," Jay says, "then I guess we better tell Jare that Adam and Scott have
to share, unless?"


"What?"


Dirk smiled, from an entirely different perspective, one which Jared and
Jesse have both shared views, little things Jay has experienced, most
likely not knowing he's done it, like now, little twitches of his
shoulders, proclaiming, `I don't know.'


"Adam and Scott can still have their own rooms?"


"I know we're seeing things differently, but what I gather, if they each
take a room, that leaves only one room?" Dirk presents the situation.


Giggling, Jay, who knew exactly what it meant, says, "Hey, y'know, you're
good at math, but did you figure out, if Adam has one room, Scott his own,
where you and me are going to sleep?"


"Why do I get the feeling you have had this already planned out,
Mr. Smarty?" Dirk says, smiling, because he wasn't against Jay's plan!


"So, you like it?"


"I don't think my room will accommodate 2 beds," Dirk gets to thinking,
"but if we swap with the den, which is one-and-a -half the size, I
think..."


"Why do we have to go to all that trouble?" Jay asks, a quirky smile on his
face.


It had occurred to Dirk, the reason he had a full size bed in his room, in
case of an `overnight' guest, "We will really have to think about this. I
think for now, Scott and Adam sharing a room, is a better idea, with the
option available for later on."


Jay went with it, especially after Jared's little talk, Adam and Scott all
for sharing a room. Though, Jay wasn't giving up on all hopes, of sharing a
bed with the woolly cub!


A good time was had by all, Jay, along with the others, noticing how well
Jesse and Tim were getting along.


A rule Jared had set up, years ago, right after their father and mother had
passed on, employees refraining from something other than a night out on
the town, Christmas parties and such, but it was a tough rule to meet with
vigilance. With the start up of Jay's Surf Shop and Warrior One, he had
revitalized the strict rule, but alas, found himself breaking it!


"You know I had this rule," Jared says, cuddling Oz's bod in the cradle of
his legs, both sitting in a two-person chair, but as one.


"Let me guess, the one about how the owner can't date anyone who works at
any of his establishments?" Oz guesses, eyes in the top of their sockets,
looking to see if he's right.


Sneaking both hands down the sides of Oz's bod, like little spiders, Jared
avoids the issue, "Oh, is this a date?"


Oz shimmies his ass around, "It feels like it could lead to something
more?"


His hands touching the curly fibers of Oz's lower bod, Jared says, "I guess
I'll have to rescind that rule!"


"Or," Oz giggles, "stop getting hard?"


"Happens," Jared replies, "every time my cock gets close to an ass."


This time, Jared was the one shimmying, poking his way into Oz's business.


"We definitely need to get a room!"


Everyone had ate, chatted up one another, slowly breaking off into easy
chairs, except Dirk and Jay, who lingered around the barbecue. Dirk had
gloated that he bet he could cook the perfect marshmallow.


To this, Jay says, "You owe me $5, by the way," his hand was out.


Frustrated, but not really, only acting as such, Dirk says, "If it didn't
catch fire, it would have been the perfect toast!"


"How's your chest?"


"I caught it in time," Dirk says of the flaming morsel which leapt away
like a flamethrower, "just singed me a little."


Sending a message, Jay says, "I hope it's going to grow back!"


"Hmm," he examines where the marshmallow-on-fire singed his hair, about 2
inches above his navel, "I think there's still marshmallow glued to it. I
better take a shower later."


"Or dip in the pool?"


Shrugging his shoulders, "I was trying to avoid it."


There could have been many rational reasons why Dirk didn't hop in, skin
sensitivity, `cold', but Jay sees right through him, "I hope not on my
account?"


He didn't know Jay too well, but from working with him at the gym, plus
getting to know him this evening, Dirk figures there's not much a person
can get past him, confessing, "Uh, yeah. That's what I was figuring,
since..."


"Will you just get in there?"


Both facing the pool, Jay right there, waist level, it was an instant
little love-tap, his hand on Dirk's ass...


"Ooh!" Dirk responds, like something hot touched his ass. Taking it
further, he makes like Jay pushed him, yelling, pitch of his voice going
from low to high, "Oh-shiiiiiit-Jay!"


"Way to go, bro!" Jared gives his brother the thumbs up.


However, Oz, figuring he better make a move before there's leakage out of
the bottom of the chair, gets up, runs and, "Cannonball!"


The late afternoon began in the pool, everyone jumping in, except Jay,
which afterwards, drying off, dressing, Dirk and Jay are left by
themselves.


Taking it inside, Jay says, "Do you always do what everyone else does?"


"How's that go?" Dirk comes out, a towel around his shoulders, boxer shorts
on.


"Dressed. Your cute little moose shorts?"


Dirk complains, "Well, why should it be only the skinny, muscled guys
wearing Abercrombie?"


"Like I always say," which Jay can't recall ever saying, "if the briefs
fit, wear'em!"


"That's corny!"


Jay says, "I should give you another spanking, for being so mean to me!"


He gets even, Dirk coming over, bending over, peeling his briefs over his
melons, Jay delivering a tap.


"Happy?" Dirk responds.


"I'd be happier if you got my dick working. Then I could really whip that
butt!"


They both laugh, Dirk saying, "Y'know, you have a good sense of humor for
going through all you have encountered?"


"Don't ever ask Jare what I was like right after the accident," which was
Jay, telling Dirk, to ask!


"I know," Dirk wheels Jay into the bathroom.


"You do?" He allows Dirk to strip his shirt off.


"Of course. It's my line of work. Besides, do you think any of the other
people at Warrior One today, have thought any different?" Dirk presses a
hand to Jay's chest, while juggling the hot and cold water knobs.


"I suppose," Jay is studying Dirk's hand, like it's the first time he's
seen it. "I mean, Drake, for instance. It really grips me up to think of
this car falling on him. I don't know what I would have thought, this car
laying on my legs?"


"Most likely nothing much different than waking up in a hospital, only to
find you can't much more than your lips?"


Knowing he meant himself, Jay says, "I could move my fingers and my arms a
little, but yeah, it freaked me out pretty bad."


"It affects everyone differently, but I suspect the initial shock is very
much the same for everyone."


Jay could laugh about it now, "Yeah, when I realized there would be no more
surfing, I wished I were dead! How immature, huh?"


"I understand, to all the people in the class, this is a new experience,
but all have had something traumatic happen to them. Warrior One is not
only the physical, but also healing mentally and to do that, you and
everyone else needs to bond."


Smiling, Jay says, "I've bonded with you?"


Dirk replies with a smile, "I think you've bonded with my fuzzy
chest. What's that about?"


"I just think it's cool," Jay replies.


"So, would you like to know one of my little fetishes?"


Thinking on it, Jay says, "Can I find out all on my own?"


He wanted to tell, but allowed Jay to have his way, "Bath water is ready."


With hand still steadying Jay, Dirk says, "Don't go anywhere!"


"Oh really? I was thinking of running down the street for some pizza!"


"Smart-ass!"


Pizza was not on Jay's mind, watching Dirk's fuzz go swimming.


"Got your brake on?"


Checking, Jay says, "Yup."


"Try to keep yourself from falling over."


"What tha-fuck," Jay panicked, falling over!


Leaning towards him, in split-second timing, Dirk was out of the water,
catching Jay `on the shoulder', "Whew, that was a close one."


"Dumb move," Jay heralded it!


"Like at Warrior One, I always test people."


"You mean, `me!'" Jay replies, sitting up. "Like, what was that all about?
You know I can't sit up on my own."


"You trust me though?"


All that fuzz? How could Jay not trust him, "It looks different wet."


"Is that good or bad?"


Jay sulks, "Yeah, I trust you. Like, am I getting my bath tonight or
tomorrow morning?"


Jay got his bath, with no fancy maneuvers. Dirk, he rattled on about
Warrior One and some of the other clients, until he discovered Jay snoring!
Being his head was `on top of' Jay's scalp, arms woven between, steadying
Jay in the water, he could not fully take advantage of reading Jay's mind,
which at this moment had been temporarily turned off!


Even though it was early evening, 9pm, Jay's clock finally unwound and he
was ready to call it a day. For Dirk, he went about the house, tidying up,
thinking of how Jay would like things. Living alone and now living with
another person, a guy, a gay guy, an exciting person, he was all bubbly
with excitement.


Across town, nightlife was just starting up for others.


Jared, Oz, Adam and Scott had left Dirk's pad together, thinking, when they
hit the main avenue, they would part company.


Finding out Adam and Scott were headed on over to HOODWINK'd, Oz says a
cool, "I've never been there."


"What?!" Jared exclaims, like it's unheard of, "You're kidding me?"


Scott and Adam, holding hands, Scott leads, "Well, are you coming or what?"


Adam says, "Scott and whomever is with him, gets in free?!"


Jared, clutching Oz's hand, puts it to him, "How can we refuse and offer
like that"


Uncertain, Oz says, "No cover charge, eh?"


They had just been in the cool pool. During their walk, the humid night had
caught up to them. When Jared checked his shirt, went for the buckle on his
belt, Oz remarks, "You're checking your pants too?"


"Oh, I forgot," Jared hesitates, "we couldn't find your briefs."


Oz thought one of the guys was playing a joke on him, putting himself back
together after the nude bathing, "Uh, I'll just keep my pants on."


"Fine," Jared buckled up, holds out his hand, "shirt?"


Smiling, he goes to strip, moist shirt sticking to his back, "Haaaaalp!"


"Bend over," Jared says, peeling the shirt off Oz's back.


Who should come walking in from behind them, "Mm-mm, now I'd sure like to
catch me some of that fine ass!"


Standing up, Oz is quick to see who is admiring his rump.


However, Jared is on it, "Touch that ass, Joseph and I'll have you strung
up downstairs!"


"Don't be so touchy," Joseph grabs Jared by the back of the neck, kisses
him, but has his eyes on Oz, "who's your boy here?"


"He's not my boy," Jared responds, corrects things, "this is my boyfriend,
Oz. Oz, this Joseph."


"I've heard so much about you," Oz says, kidding him, "some of which, has
scared the shit out of me!"


Turning on Jared, Joseph interrogates, "What have you been saying about
me?"


"Even under torture, I wouldn't reveal it," Jared smiles.


"Whatever," Joseph responds. Then, spotting someone, "Ah, there's my
playmate for the evening," he wrings both hands, like soaping them up, over
and over. Whistling, he calls, "Hey, boy!"


For a minute, Oz and Jared had to study faces, many coming in the
door. Since HOODWINK'd was two clubs, an upstairs bar and downstairs,
commonly called `The Spin Club', there were all kinds coming in the door.


Of course, it was easy to recognize most heading to The Spin Club, leather
garments surrounding their bods, of which Oz says, "You ever wear any of
that," uses hands to describe, "leather and chains stuff?"


With half of a smile, Jared coolly says, "Every year Joseph gives me
`something' leather. I'd say I have a decent collection."


Coming back, not one, but two guys are attached to a chain, branching off
to two collars, Joseph inviting, "If you're not doing anything and wanna
have some fun.... I can share!"


Oz was already feeling his lips dry, gazing upon the two, heads bowed,
hands... well, they couldn't keep from clasping hands, wrist-cuffs attached
by little hooks. Comparing, it was obvious one was of middle eastern
descent, the other, he didn't really think on it too much, fair, white
skin, but covered on both arms with tattoos. Reddish-blond hair, from nip
to nip and down, the hair pattern was like a cross, then noticed the scruff
along the cheeks, a thin stache, this boy was just beautiful, of which Oz
just had to say something, "I like this leather binding," he wasn't sure
what to call it, touching the strand which ran over the boy's chest.


Joseph jokes, lips to Jared's ear, "You better catch your boyfriend up on
the lingo!"


Of which Jared sets his boyfriend straight, "It's called a harness, Oz. And
oh, you're not supposed to touch without asking the master's permission,"
he points to Joseph's head.


"Oh!" Oz detaches his fingers, "Sorry. I didn't know that."


Joseph was having fun already, saying, "I'll cut you some slack, on account
of you don't know no better," he laughs!


"Well," Oz says, but being ignorant of protocol, "I like your harness."


The fair-skinned dude stands there, head still bowed, not mumbling a word.


Being such, the boy only doing what he's supposed to, Oz turns to Jared and
shrugs both shoulders.


Jared fills him in, "The boy can't talk, unless the master says he can."


Oz says brazenly, "Well, Joseph, are you going to let him talk or what?"


Jared giggles, Joseph feeling a little heat under the collar he wasn't
wearing, yet some of those little metal circles connecting the leather
harness could be warm. A dilemma, if he let the boy speak, it would be like
Oz telling him what to do. In the club, no one told Joseph what to do! Then
again, he didn't want to offend Jared's boyfriend. So, he
compromised. Unlocking the boy from the Israeli dude, Joseph says, "Here,"
and walks away, pulling the other boy.


"What's that about?" Oz asks.


Jared laughs, "Master Oz. It suits you!"


"I'm not a master," Oz refutes, trying to call Joseph back.


"Save your breath. Besides, I'm sure they'll be some stragglers downstairs
to appease Joseph's appetite."


"Isn't he being a little greedy?" Oz asks. Same time, Oz is studying `the
goods'.


"Always!" Jared agrees.


Finally, Oz addresses `his slave', "Um, I meant to tell you, I like your
harness."


Still, the boy didn't speak or raise his head, at which Jared, knowing a
little about this discipline stuff, says, "You can cut the act, `boy', and
act like normal."


Slowly he raises his head and instead of plain, breaks out in a quiet
smile.


"I..."


"You can speak," Jared says.


"Yeah," Oz agrees, "talk... like we're old friends... say anything... I'm
like, not a master. I'm Oz," nervously he takes the dude's hand, shakes it.


"Um, I'm Luke. This is my first time. That was my friend, Ari. He's met
with Joseph before, says he plays fair. But I have to say, I'm kind of
relieved it only went this far."


"Oh, darn it!" Jared jokes, "I was up for a nice blow job tonight!"


Well, Jared got the death stare from Oz, "I beg your pardon?"


Luke had to chuckle, Jared trying to buy his way out with saying it was a
joke. He could tell Oz wasn't really angry or perturbed.


Luke but moved his trump card, "If you're both up for it, I could service
you both? Have you ever had a guy suck both your cocks at once?"


"Both at once?" Oz questions.


Jared says, "I would imagine you would have to have a big mouth?"


"Deep throat?" Oz still can't believe.


Luke smiles, "Another first. I've never really tried it. In fact, tonight
would have been the first time I've tried a lot of new things. All Ari said
I had to do is send Joseph an email and tell him what I'm up for." Raising
both cuffs, hands joined, Luke says, "That's what I'm here for."


"You have the keys to those cuffs?" Jared asks.


"Oh shoot!" Luke's face shows shock. "Ari has the keys!"


Truth being, somehow, word got out, Joseph abandoned a boy upstairs,
advertising for another. In the lounge downstairs, he did come across
another `parcel'.


As a result, upstairs, some tops, who could not get a trick for the night,
were scouting, on the lookout for `Luke.'


First to approach, scruffy, chubby, not a bad specimen of a man, made
contact, "What's up, boy?"


Oz's mind went blank on what to do, looking to Jared for guidance.


Having witnessed enough of this action, Jared latches onto the cuffs
binding Luke's wrists and says, "This boy is with us!"


"Oh," the master-dude says, "sorry. I didn't know he was taken."


Behaving like Joseph would, when the dude's eyes linger, Jared says, "Beat
it!"


Oz laughs, "I think he was ready to pee in his pants!"


Jared then alerts his boyfriend, "If it were Joseph and he did pee in his
pants, next step, he would be on his stomach, lapping it up!"


Being he wasn't officially `owned', both Luke and Oz look at each other and
say, "Ewe!"


Leading Oz and Luke downstairs, they numbered 1-2-3, Oz behind Jared's
shoulder, Luke taking up the rear. To anyone else, it appeared `Master
Jared' took the helm, leading his 2 wards to the dungeon. In others' eyes,
this made Jared look all the more mightier a master.


Joseph had a routine. After entering the chamber with a `no limits' boy, he
would read them a clause, like reading the boy his rights. Even if a repeat
customer, "Last chance to turn around?"


Taking the third dungeon chamber on the right hand side, by the time Joseph
paraded his cockslave in front of open doors, or closed doors, with sounds
of distress emanating from beyond, he figured a boy was ready to either
move forward, dropout or some cases, compromise.


Joseph dug Ari from the start, not necessarily as a toy to play with, but
liked the moderately lanky appearance. He could almost turn his nose up at
a completely smooth guy, but this wasn't the case with Ari. He had already
found out, from meeting Ari, on the street, making eye contact while he was
walking with his Jewish friends, certain statistics.


Of course, not in front of his friends, after Ari passes by, gazing over
his shoulders to see if Joseph was still checking him out. Joseph was not,
which was not necessarily a bad thing for Ari. He could be assertive, when
a guy proved to be interesting in appearance. The only way to connect, Ari
told his friends, `see you later.' This was not uncommon for Ari or any of
his gay friends, but unlike the gang, Ari had a special interest, which is
why the 6'1 23-year old was currently stripped down to nakedness and
attached, eagle-spread to an x-frame, awaiting his master!


Just checking, a formula Joseph uses, an interrogative move, to make his
bound boy nervous, sweat, a last chance ditch effort to give in and walk
away with just some light, casual sex, Joseph walks up to his willing
victim, reaches out and grabs up his boy's two globes. In a case when a
boy's balls are too much for one hand to handle, Joseph compensates by
spreading out his fingers, catching one orb in the balance, "Mm-mm, I love
a nice set of finger-crushers!"


"No, please, sir," Ari protests.


Always, Joseph sets the rules, like a director sets the stage, giving out
safewords, or word, because even though a boy claims to be `no limits',
this is his first or second time and not until `it' is experienced in the
scene, does he really know what `no limits' comprises.


As their private protocol suggests, Joseph feels confident to move forward,
since not hearing his boy blurt out, `mercy, sir'. Minutes ago, Joseph
informed Ari, while he was still free and called by his rightful and free
name, using the safewords would need to be precise. At the time, Joseph
shed some humor, laughing, telling Ari, if he forgot, that was his tough
luck.


Ari laughed at this, but remembers Joseph using the same line on his last
time they play.


However, at 32-years old, Joseph became a fair and popular top-man, master,
by playing a set of good and solid rules. Plus, his popularity grew in
numbers, because boys loved his more than adequate endowment. He was also
known for being a tease, `saving the best for last!'


Like a pirate captain, Joseph's last chance ditch effort for Ari, says,
"Well, what say ye, lad?"


It made Ari smile, thinking how easy-going Joseph could be. From the first
he lay eyes on him, the scruffy beard, hair along his shoulders, painted
right down to his where the chaps cut off the view, nips hiding under the
mat and that black harness, with the silver chains, shining even more
brighter against the nearly black hair, it made Ari even more the happier
to have left his friends in the street.


However, because this was a dungeon and they, in the scene, his smile was
wiped right off his face, when Joseph gives a little squeeze, "Like, oh my
god!"


Unlike hundreds of times before, feeling indiscriminate, because that's how
a master had to be to pull off the script implanted in his brain, Joseph
suddenly let go, as his boy tenses up, tugging at the x-frame with arms,
dropping his head back, which Joseph perceives as wincing. That's what cock
and ball torture often did to a guy, tore at every fiber of his bod, even
tears drawn to his eyes, especially the first time, which Joseph had
already learned from this boy.


Letting go, he gets the response, "No, don't stop!"


Ari had cocked his head forward on the hinge which dropped it backwards.


So startled was Joseph, he was stunned into silence, after saying, "No?"
Then, realizing he was supposed to be casted as this
no-good-for-nothing-cruel-master, dummies up, "Of course not. Gonna put
these balls through the wringer now," Joseph flexes hands and fingers, like
a concert pianist warming up.


Frankly, Ari hadn't had any practice at this, only a little knowledge. When
his friends heard he had an interest in The Spin Club, they thought they
heard wrong, thought Ari meant HOODWINK'd, regarding picking up some hot
guy. They figured he meant the usual sucking and fucking stuff, not...


"Before you do, sir... Or, am I supposed to put the `sir' first?"


Not in the mood for such senses, implications, logical forms or lexical
semantics, Joseph replies, "Huh?" stunned by the beauty of this rather
skinny cub.


A natural reaction would be to shrug shoulders, but Ari couldn't possibly,
saying, "I really am a stickler at putting things in the correct order. Um,
first time, I'd like to get it right. You know, for future reference?"


Again, rarely, Joseph would have the impulse, instead torturing by pain,
would produce the same effect, by pleasuring.


Ari didn't get a verbal response, so did not know if he was delivering
right or wrong, as Joseph bends over, gives his balls a little tug and flat
on the palm of hand, begins licking the soft, hairy orbs, popping up to
say, "That answer your question boy?"


"Um, like, don't stop that either!"


Smirking, Joseph bowled over again and began `torturing' Ari's balls.


When he closed the door, the faulty catch kept it from keeping it
ajar. After Jared had found an empty room, he left the others. To make sure
he was doing the correct thing, what better way, than to quiz his old
friend. Finding the door inches apart from the frame and hearing little, he
walked in, saying, "Oh, by the way, Joseph..."


Having Ari's ballsac on top of his tongue, and startled, Joseph pulled
away, making a slurpy, popping sound, "What?" he said angrily, not
immediately recognizing Jared's voice, due to being caught up in la-la
land.


A dude couldn't go naked on the streets of the island, so when he walked
into a club, his loins were covered. Some places of entertainment, shirts
were optional. If a dude had one on, he could remove it and stick it in the
waist of his shorts. However, if those shorts came off, the only fold would
be his ass crevice! Regardless, that would not keep a dude from losing his
shirt, reason enough for a dude to check his shirt at the front desk, with
Terror's friend, Jeffry Stahl.


"Oh," Jared casually walks over to Joseph's x-friend, totally ignoring the
fact, a tongue caressing the boy's balls, "are you supposed to take the
pants off before stringing him up on the... what do you call this?" he
makes an `x' with his hand, almost like a priest blessing Ari, off kilter.


Instead of getting the answer he deserves, Joseph says, "Y'know, it's bad
manners to enter without asking, Jared?"


He wasn't really mad, not in Joseph's mind, but Ari couldn't tell the
difference, speaking his own mind, "I guess I'm supposed to ask permission,
but Joseph's right. You just can't come barging in here like that!" He
hoped his informative input would find favor with Joseph.


Mocking Joseph, but proving a point, Jared says, "Wow, amazing Joseph, you
really know how to train `a boy'!" he smiles, walks towards the door.


Good thing Ari was `no limits'. When Jared left, Joseph began a long,
grueling hour of discipline. Between corrective measures, lining Ari's pecs
with clothespins and flogging them off, he would `heal', licking those
lovely, young pecs, sucking on the hairy nips, running a tongue down the
wide swath to the hairy boy-navel and then the ultimate torture, tonguing
the end of his boy's now-rigid cock.


The night didn't end there, Joseph laying his boy out on `the rack'. Not an
official bone-popping device, the insurance company bent the rules to even
include such an instrument of torture, but for certain it could not stretch
out a boy to the point of dislocation. Joseph was not really interested in
bringing intense pain, only stretched enough so the boy could drop his head
over the edge of the `table', lying on an plane equal to the height of his
own waist. From there, the alignment was perfect, Joseph having lots of
experience at this. In the beginning, it was hit and miss, allowing a boy's
head to drop off the edge, making it the precise tilt, so when he slipped
his cock in the boy's mouth, inserted deeper, it would slide right down the
throat.


"A little more... little more," Joseph would ease his 9.5c deeper,
withdrawing to ease up on the cave walls.


Several times, Ari thought he was going to barf up what was in his stomach,
but went with Joseph's coaxing, to relax. Of course, Joseph gave
breathing-breaks!


The one thing Ari wasn't sure about, was the final scene, as he perceived
it, his master reaching the point of no return, delivering the final blow.


When Joseph makes his intentions known, unfastens his boy's cuffed ankles,
slides the rolling plate down to the bottom of the table, which makes it
convenient for the insertee to insert, lines the tip of his cock up with
Ari's tight hole, says, "Gee, I hope it's still slick enough," spits in his
own hand, rubs the barrel of his cock, makes sure they are still on the
same page, "Brace yourself, boy!"


Still, `the final moment' on his mind, Ari utters, "Uh... Sir, I'm not so
sure about this, Sir..." Them a second later, "Um, is this when I'm
supposed use my safeword, um, sir? I mean, it's not only for the
torture-stuff, is it?"


Nothing like wrecking a hot, heated moment, but with this one, Joseph
already show favor, but spoke his mind, "Nothing like ruining a good fuck,
boy!"


"Uh, sorry sir," Ari looks over his own chest at Joseph, after a quick
glance at his own heels up in the air, "what I didn't tell you... this
wasn't only my first time at being in a dungeon, if you know what I mean?"


Substituting a wet finger for the immense proportions of his cock, Joseph
replies, as his fingertip hits the sensitive place between his boy's legs,
"Oh, you mean the first time for this dungeon, too?!"


Ari was amazed, to say the least, expecting Joseph to rage and carry on,
but instead was pacified with a smile and easy going attitude, a joke
thrown in. He had to opinion, "You're not going to fuck me, even though I
haven't used my safewords?"


Wise at this, Joseph tells, keeping himself still hand-stoked, "You were
about to, weren't you?"


"Uh," Ari acts embarrassed, timid, shy, "yeah, but..."


"But what?" Joseph carries on conversation, hard shaft still being worked
by his hand, in case the boy changes his mind!


"I feel bad you didn't beat off, but..."


It was bad enough he had to wear a condom, but a rubber not rubbing up
against a cave wall, was fall better a scenario than his own hand playing
up and down the sides. Joseph could see things winding down. Always playing
fair, if his boy didn't want to get fuckt, he wasn't about to press the
issue. Of course, there were other ways to end the session, even though the
ultimate would have been to grease a boy's anal opening and plow right
through.


"Yes?" Joseph feels entertained.


"Is this over? Are we done, uh, sir?"


"It ain't over until I take the cuffs off!"


"Oh."


"What?" Joseph sensed something else.


With a quaint little smirk, Ari says, "I thought it wasn't over till the
fat lady sang?" he lies there with his lips creased.


Normally, with Joseph, a boy would be reprimanded into total silence,
speaking only when spoken to, or allowed to converse. Whatever Joseph felt
tonight, his boy has behaved completely contrary to this, resulting in a
total relaxing, breakdown of protocol. For a change, Joseph found this
entertaining. Fact is, nothing has been less than entertaining about
breaking a new boy in, which would add a new chapter to the history of
dungeon experiences.


Anxious to end this now, his cock bearing the burden of the weight both on
his hand and brain, Joseph says, "Where do you want my creme?"


Completely out of sync with dungeon protocol, Ari says, "Wow, funny you
should say that. I love having a guy shoot his load on my chest. You did
notice I trim it up in a certain pattern?"


Joseph did indeed notice, but was too much into the throes of dungeon fun
in the beginning, did notate the `capital T' Ari's bod hair did seem to
represent, each top beam ending at a nip, the wide swath down, but the
sudden cut off at the navel, a thinner trail to the rest of the anatomy
system, "Yeah, I noticed. Sort of reminded me of my high school alma
mater," he chuckles.


"Oh? Where would that be?"


Joseph kept silent.


"Oh right," Ari remarks, "we're not supposed to confer on personal
information, are we, sir?"


Pushing the little plate on the table, an innovation a normal dungeon rack
did not possess, Joseph slides Ari's butt back up, midpoint on the table,
saying, "You got that right, boy, but before I really get angry, for losing
this erection, I better get to soiling up all this luscious fur!"


Other than sucking Joseph's cock, burying it in his throat, Ari has seen
little oral action, saying, "Too bad I didn't get to wet down your hot
fur!"


Brushing him off, Joseph says loosely, "Maybe later. Right now..." he
climbs up on the rack, straddles his boy's loose legs, in the cradle of his
own legs, says, "let's get down to business.


It didn't end at all how Ari thought it would go. Great, he got to get a
little more involved with the `pain' stuff, but the sex it what really
moved him.


Reaching over Ari's head, Joseph felt his boy's breathing on the middle of
his chest. Even though not instructed to do so, which could have been
insolence of acting on his own, having his chest licked, Joseph did not
reprimand, hastily removing the cuffs from the hooks on the rack beam.


"What's this?"


"You don't think I'm not going to get some satisfaction out of you!"


It wasn't how Ari dreamed his first session would go, but watching Joseph,
straddling his midsection, their pubes united and toying with Joseph, as he
sat there, hands behind his head, Ari's fingers touching nips, working them
hard.


Ari was just amazed at the gobs and gobs of cum which shot out of Joseph's
straight shaft, shooting up between his pecs, hitting him in the bearded
chin. Immediately, Ari began rubbing Joseph's creme into his chest.


"Did I give you permission to do that, boy?"


"Oh!" Ari is startled, "Are we still roleplaying?"


"Of course," Joseph says, but contrary, acts more like a lover in bed,
taking Ari's soiled hand in his right hand, giving it a lick, other hand
bringing Ari to the first stages of eruption.


It was awesome, in Joseph's opinion, with fervor, stroking Ari into
complete submission, only to find it more compulsory, Ari grabbing Joseph
with both hands, hairy pecs, massaging his fur, until Ari's juices spurt
out.


"Now," Joseph relinquishes, "that's what I call hot!"


Too exhausted, Ari lay there, arms above his head, panting from the ordeal
of Joseph's hand, saying, "You go ahead."


"Don't mind if I do," Joseph says, falling over onto his boy, their cremes
mixing in the follicles of chests, stomachs and pubes!


Meanwhile, all night long, in the room next door, Luke turned out to not be
the bottom boy he ought not to be. Possibly, the outcome could have been
controlled by the fact Oz had a strong curiosity ruling the scene.


Holding up a pair of clips, attached to a chain, he hints, "I wonder what
these are for?"


Luke in cuffs, Jared having the dickens of a time fastening him to the
x-frame, says, "They should have little steps on the bottom of these things
to stand on, to..."


"They do," Luke replies, bending over and flicking up a tab, locking it in
place, doing the same on the other side.


Jared sure felt something and it wasn't embarrassment, seeing that
lily-white ass, a glazing of hair over it.


"What's up?" Oz says, standing there, acting plain, when he wanted them to
notice something.


"You look silly, Oz," Jared says.


Hanging from each nip was a clip. For those who didn't know the jargon of
what a torture item was called, the name was on a tab, right below or on
the top of a hook, for which Oz names these, "They're called clover
clamps. I noticed they are hardly effective to cause pain, just being
clamped on like this, but they get tight when pulled on."


Full of mischief, or merely wanting to have more attention, Luke says, as
he pulls the chain, "Oh, you mean like this?"


"Owwwch! Owch! Oh shit!"


Not only receiving the repercussions of sensitive nips, Luke's hand being
the force to cause pain, Oz jumps back, which makes the clips come off,
leaving Oz holding both pecs in his hands.


"Well, I'd say that was highly effective," Jared says, laughing.


"I think he needs more," Luke and Jared high five.


It wasn't hard to notice, Oz's erection coming on, though his major
complaint, "Shit, guys, now I'll have to wear a shirt on the beach!"


Luke, even though he's supposed to be the underdog, jokes, "Yeah, but what
are you going to use to coverup that big cock?!"


"He's got a point there, Oz!" Jared goes along with the mockery.


Examining each pec, the situation passes, paving the way for new
experiences, "Really, it's not so bad."


Taking the helm, Jared is not ready just yet to abdicate his position, "You
made his nips sore, Luke, you make them better!"


"Aye, aye, sir," Luke salutes Jared.


Acting sheepishly, but wanting, Oz says, "While you're at it, I've started
to `leak!'"


That was nice, Jared thinks, the two getting it on, but what about himself?


Things were about to get repaired, when there comes a knock at the door.


Exercising his authority, Jared commands, "Enter minions!" How was he to
know who was on the other side of the door, a master or boy?


Instead, it was neither, only two looking for a particular character,
"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a guy named..."


The dark lighting could obscure many features of a man, unless up close, as
Luke and Oz were, both having lay down on the matted floor, feeling like
doing it to each other, via a 69er, regardless Jared finding recognition,
"Barry Walsh?"


Barry wore many hats at J&J Marine, the satellite store, but his main job
was keeping the yachts spit-polish clean, "Jared, what are you doing here?"


Jared had a double take, staring at Barry's brother, "You're twins?"


Barry, who could be blunt, whether on the job, or not, says, "Get over
it. What's going on here?"


"Hi," Barry's brother addresses Jared, "I'm Kevin, or you can call me Kev,
or boy, or whatever suits your calling..."


Jared stood there, listening. From the moment he met Barry, a couple of
years ago, he's had an interest. Built, beefy muscle, packed chest and
rounded, barreled stomach, it turned Jared on, yet he felt him
untouchable. Now, with his clone in view, but the opposite temperament...


"You're supposed to ask, idiot!" Barry addresses his brother.


On the outside they got along perfectly well, but Barry knew what trouble
his brother could get himself into. For this evening, he was chaperoning
Kevin, to keep him from getting into more than he bargained for and to meet
up with a master by the name of `Joseph', whom Kevin connected with at
`Dungeon-Master4u'.


"Oh sorry, Master," Kevin pursues the instant relationship, "Jared."


Even though Luke and Oz on the floor, sucking up each others' cocks made an
impact on Barry's comfort zone, he turns to Jared, "We're supposed to meet
up with a `Joseph'. Know him?"


"Hmm," Jared cocks one eye, rests right elbow in the cradle of his left
palm, taps his lips, "I seem to recall such a character..."


Breaking the vague memory, Adam and Scott break in, "Hey, Jared!"


Scott asks, "Your friend, Joseph, Jeffry said to go downstairs to see if he
needed any more playmates. You see him around?"


Getting the gist of things, which it was very difficult to put anything
over on Barry, says, "So, you think you might have heard of this, `Joseph',
Jared?"


Digging Jared deeper into this fake funk he was in, Adam offers, "You
kidding? Jared and Joseph are good friends."


Jared instantly swears, it's the last time he's discussing personal
information with strangers, but now, confesses, "Of course, Joseph and me
go way back in our personal history," then further pushing Barry off, "I'd
send you straight to him, but he's got another dude on the rack just now."


It just wasn't Jared's night, losing Oz to Luke, whom right now, hearing
them in the throes of getting each other off, not to mention Adam and Scott
ruining his bluff, but the ultimate, having Joseph show up with his dungeon
prize, both with chests full of cum, "Hey Jared, we're kind of wrapping it
up for the night."


Jared didn't have to go after him, Barry was right there, up front, almost
touching the gooey chest, "Like hell you are!"


Joseph mistakes Barry's face for Kevin's picture, "Oh, it's you... from the
Dungeon website!"


Well, Joseph had made a mistake. It wasn't tomorrow night he was to meet up
with Kevin Walsh, but tonight.


It wouldn't be so bad, having Kevin to heckle with, but as Jared knew,
Barry was not a man to be taken lightly. Badgering Joseph, he had Kevin by
the arm, forcing the three of them out into the hallway. Of course, Joseph
could do nothing but accommodate, else tarnish his good reputation at The
Spin Club.


In the meantime, Joseph had not meant to slight Ari, leave him stranded and
standing in Jared's doorway. Since Oz was already preoccupied, Jared felt
led to... "What happened to you, as if I didn't already know?"


Fortunately for patrons, in the hallway were towel dispensers. Rubbing his
chest with two, Ari says, "One of my fetishes, as I mentioned to Joseph,
was cumming on my chest," he slides the paper towel down the other beam of
the `T', "and stomach."


>From experience, Jared jokes, "Yeah, big barrels produce a lot of sauce!"


Like it was a strong suggestion, Ari looks down at Jared's big `barrel,'
saying, "I guess you would know," looks up, "sir?" Ari had hoped for more
action tonight.


It was a weird night. Oz and he had only come there for a few
drinks. Little did they know they would wind up at the downstairs dungeon,
Oz sipping on Luke's Margarita and as things have transpired even farther,
Adam and Scott lying down on the floor, getting the mood set up for an even
hotter orgy!


Still, it left Jared outside the four-way loop, "I'm not really into the
`sir' stuff, but I do like old-fashioned man-to-man sex?" he smiles.


Switching off, from Luke's cock, to Scott, Oz looks up and after following
the conversation a bit, says in the interim, "Why don't you two get a
room?"


Going back to original thoughts of entering the building for a drink,
little did Jared realize the potency of the situation. He also knew the
difference in HOODWINK'd and The Spin Club, upstairs being more formal,
inclined to formality, whereas downstairs, it opened the way for `anything
goes'. Still, Jared and Oz were in the infancy of setting up some kind of
relationship, of which he questions, not just one of them, but both, "Are
we sure about this?"


On his knees, while the other three were on backs and bellies, Oz notices
Ari licking his chops, "I don't know," he gets up, "maybe we should talk
about it," he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.


"Really?" Jared says, acting like role reversal, surrendering rule, to Oz.


"Hey, Ari," Oz grills, "you wouldn't mind keeping Adam's cock warm, while
I'm away?"


"Not a problem," Ari rushes into the threeway, waltzing across the room on
tippee-toes!


Jared muddles, "Easy come, easy go."


Moving Oz into the corner of the room, between the rack which held assorted
discipline tools, flogger, paddle and the rack which held restraints,
cuffs, leather and metal varities, pins Oz's back to the wall, Jared taking
up both wrists, placing them over Oz's head. Moving his junk up against Oz,
Jared leans in for a tender kiss.


Expecting a hot encounter of love, Oz is fooled by the scene-induced
impression...


Jared, breaking off the longer-than-usual kiss, pops the question, "I've
been thinking about selling Jay's house and wondered what you thought about
it?"


In good cheer, even though his loins are disappointed, Oz, one hand
fighting to be freed up, hints, "Is this part of my interrogation?"


"Sorry," Jared purposefully drops his chin, eyelids looking like they are
closed, but really peering down between them, "I hope I didn't get anything
riled up?" he returns his eyes to staring straight ahead, a silly grin
crossing his face.


Sarcastically, Oz tells him, "You're crazy!"


"I know," Jared replies, in truth knowing his dick was starting to
overrule!


Arms still pinned overhead, Oz asks, "So, crazy-man, what's on your mind,
which..." he exhales, expecting his next statement to flounder, "I had
hoped something more mutual?"


"Oh, this is mutual," though the pube-to-pube relationship is having its
effect, Jared wanting to skip over the official business at hand, but has
priorities, "I've had this client almost `begging' me to sell him the beach
house I'm..." smiles, "we're having built over on the channel?"


Reacting, thinking of `silly things' says, "Begging, eh, like on his
knees?" Then, knowingly strayed, in protest, "I thought that was supposed
to be our little love nest?"


Trying to soften the blow, Jared smiles, leans in, kisses, continues, "Hear
me out. Not so unlike my... our plight, he has a son whom has some disorder
and feels he would like the son to live out his years in a secluded, pretty
place. And, oh, he wasn't on his knees. I'm sure he would not have an
interest."


A small, sly smile on Oz's face, speaks a different frame of mind,
revealing, "Another straight guy not wanting to try something gay? A rare
find these days!"


Sort of clear over official business, Jared digresses, "Oh? And you would
be an expert on such things?"


"More than once," Oz says in a proud manner, said in a way to provide a
cliffhanger.


The landscape they were in gave credence for Jared to `threaten', "Am I
going to have to interrogate you to find out?"


"If you're nice about it?"


Right next to Oz's head, hanging on a hook, Jared lifts a chain, "Clovers?"


Lo and behold, the boys on the floor, two boys getting up and leaving, left
two behind. Seeing Jared march Oz over to an x-frame, position him, faced
forward, arms and legs pinned to resemble the same letter of the alphabet,
it's one of those boys, Adam, whom seems to be drooling over the ensuing
scene, says, "Oh man, I wish that were me in Oz's place!"


"Oh really?" Scott replies.


Vanity taking over, Adam says, "Yeah, splayed out like that, it really
shows off my tattoos."


Scott was thinking of some other `things' spread legs showed off!


On the floor, neither of the original four knew how things were going to
pan out, but of the grouping, Scott and Adam, whom already had something
going, seemed to pair off naturally. In doing so, it became the unwritten
language of feelings, Adam says to Scott, licking lips before and after
saying, "I sure like the looks of that sausage!"


Lying back, perched up on his elbows, Scott's legs wide open, decides to
try out all that `master` stuff, "Well then, what are you waiting for boy?"


Adam smiles, which was like asking something.


"What?" Scott replies, because Adam wasn't moving in on the v of his legs.


"Don't quit your day job!"


Knowing it was his acting skill, Scott tries to be more convincing, "Are
you sassin` me boy?"


Telling it like it is, or rather how he would like it to go, Adam replies,
"Yeah, uh sorry about that. Guess you'll be fixin' to give me some
punishment, huh, sir?"


It wasn't the way Scott thought, but since Adam mentioned it, thought of it
as a desire, as much as he desired Adam to go down on his shaft, that is if
it ever got rock hard! "Oh, you betcha. You're do, boy!"


Standing, Scott scanned the room, finding only 1 x-thingy, asking Jared,
"Um, you two going to being using that bondage thingy, long?"


"Nah," Jared was in the progress of making Oz's nips red, "only a couple of
hours. After that, it's yours!"


"Thanks for letting know," Scott said sarcastically.


"Now that's more like it!" Adam awarded Scott for his command performance.


Scott was amazed at how much Adam knew about this bdsm stuff, particularly
the s & m part. Adam wanted pain, which Scott could not understand, but
followed through on giving Adam what he wanted, from the tip of his nips,
right down the flume around the obstacles and worked open his cherry ass!


A novice at this, Scott became the novice, Adam the torture tutor, "No, no,
no, spread my legs wider."


Hands in sign lingo, Scott asks, "Like how the hell am I supposed to do
that?"


"Under the table. There's a little hook."


"Okay. Wait a minute, wait a minute," Scott squats down, looks up, under.


"What an opportunity," the strange man wandering in says in an evil manner,
eyes cast down upon Scott's ass!


"Karl! What are you doing here?" Jared asks of his J&J security manager.


Knowing Scott's objective, Karl simply reaches under the table, finding the
exact place the hook resides, unlatches it, saying, "There you go!"


Right off, Scott notices, the table giving way in the middle and like a
slow moving fissure in an ice field, watches, "Thanks, but how far do I?"


"First time?" Karl asks.


"I'm surprised you couldn't tell!" Scott replies.


`Damn he's cute,' Karl was thinking, but being it was the other lad's legs
opening up and not Mr. Goodlooking, he says of it, "Your first time, boy?"


"Not exactly, sir, but yeah, I really haven't done this much, but we're
doing it like the first time."


Of which seeing this hot top dude hanging, "I'm Scott and this is Adam."


On the side of the table, Karl's wet finger paints the curves of the tattoo
on Adam's shoulder, "This is very nice. You'll have to give me the name of
the artist who did it."


Adam smiles, saying, "Thanks, um, sir. Matter of fact, it's my own design,
but I couldn't do it on myself. My friend did it."


Jared and Oz had stopped the action for a minute, seeing what Karl was up
to. Jared, with hands free, was able to stroke himself, watching Karl tweak
both of Adam's nips, suggesting to Adam it would be so nice to twist some
rings, which gave Adam the inclination, right now he would do anything for
Karl, as his cock was telling him so!


The way the whole night panned out, Karl became a tutor to both parties.


Of Jared and Oz, Karl was suggestive on many accounts, saying, "Jared, try
these on him."


It made Karl roar with laughter, Jared saying, "But isn't that going to
hurt?"


"Of course it is, boss," Karl says of the nasty looking little biters, a
chain running between.


Not which Oz felt too much, after those `nasty' little clovers gave his
cock whiplash, bobbing up and down when Karl show Jared what a chain
reaction a little tug on the chain could cause, followed by excruciating
pain, stroking Oz's stiff shaft, made complaint, "Am I going to be able to
get a tan on the beach tomorrow?"


"Oh sure," Karl found excuse, "just don't use any lotion and the rest of
your skin will blend in with the redness around," a moistened finger around
Oz's left nip, causes the same, whether pleasured or painful, reaction.


"Gee, Oz," Jared remarks, "I had no clue your pecs were sensitive!"


"You're not the only one," Oz tells.


"He's telling the truth," Karl, as well as Oz himself rebukes any lies,
Karl's hand using Oz's own goo to lube up his stroked shaft. Then, turning
on the nasty hardware, "Are we ready for the next step?"


They were all ready, rip-roarin' and ready to go, Karl coaxing Jared on.


"Is this good?" Jared holds the sharp pincers open, right over Oz's nips,
already swollen.


Standing there, arm across his middle, right elbow parked in the pocket of
the left inner elbow, assessing the situation, Karl truthfully says, "Nah,
we better forego."


"Huh?" Jared replies.


Oz pretty much the same, whimpers with want.


"No, because I value my job. Like, I wouldn't want you to change your mind
about the security position here on the island and then I have to go and
schlep back to the mainland," Oz recoils.


"Oh?" Jared, who had no intentions, didn't even think it, but was curious,
"Like, how would that happen?"


"Picture this, Oz waking up tomorrow morning, seeing in his mirror two,
swollen, puffy nips," he uses his own to demonstrate, "and then goes
berserk on you, which in turn gets back to me. Get it?"


"I would never do that," Jared claims.


Oz, in a crave, opinions, "Um, if I didn't wear any lotion, no one would
know the difference?"


While the three discover to quit this and move on, Scott has had mixed
reaction over Karl's advice. When the table split, Adam's legs replicating
the split, Karl told Scott to get while the getting was good and since they
were both `dripping wet', for Scott to move right up the middle, Karl
laughing at his own words, to `divide and conquer.' Well, it's not the way
things went, Scott seeing more opportunity to turn this into a love fest
and with Adam pinned down, without means to escape, not which he desired,
Scott made love to him, right on down to where he stood on the floor,
making poor Adam squirm under duress, Scott doing some sweet
cock-and-ball-torturing with tongue!


"Dammit, I'm dry again!" Scott played with himself.


Like Adam was the mean ole bastard top guy, calls out, "Well, I don't have
to tell you what to do, Scott," with a subtler, "do I?"


This time, when Scott mounted Adam, coming up right between the legs, he
was rock hard.


By this time, Jared, Oz and Karl had called it a night, surrendering the
nasty croc clips back to the pegged rack, Jared taking Oz down.


Before leaving, Karl interrupts Scott, tagging him on the forearm, "You two
are a hot couple. I'd like to get it on with you some night. Got a number?"


Karl didn't say, but loved Scott's sassy reply, "Sure. When I come, I'll
write it on your chest and all you'll have to do is let it dry."


"Models!" Karl says.


Walking out, Jared says, "By the way, Scott isn't a model. He's drummer for
The Foot Doctors.


Oz, still in the rapture of the atmosphere, says, "Begging your pardon,
sir, but `former' drummer?"


Having another idea, Scott says, "Unless you want to lick my ass right now,
Karl?"


Karl thought, `model', because Scott was gorgeous, not only in facial
looks, but the whole bod, perfect amount of hair covering his pecs, thin
stripe and it lead down to a mighty piece of hardware, he quickly makes his
decision, asks, "Alright if I catch up with you later, boss?"


Jared at first joked, it could mean termination, but then gave up on the
charade. He and Oz made their way down the darkened hall and upon seeing
the door left ajar, "Oh, Joseph is still working on a guy."


"Think he'll mind if we take a peek?" Oz asks.


Jared rolled his eyes, Oz not waiting for an answer.


Right in the middle of fucking Kevin Walsh, Joseph barks, "What the fuck?"
when the door opens, the gruff exterior melting, when he sees who it is,
"Oh, it's you."


"I hope we didn't make you skip a beat, Joseph?" Jared says.


"A few," Joseph takes a big stab, right into Kevin, balls slapping right up
against his thighs like a big ass ole bass drum.


"Ow-w-w-oh-h-h-h-oo," Kevin hit some soprano notes, sinking to the bass,
like fire then soothing ice.


Looking over into Kevin's pubes, Joseph pumping in and out, Oz asks, "How
big we talking about here?"


"Only one way a boy finds out!" Joseph laughs.


"Or," Jared, leaning casually on the back of the door, an object to keep it
from opening, spares Oz the ordeal of his friend's 9.5c monster, "you can
walk over there and peer over the edge of Kevin's thigh?"


"Y'know," Joseph claims, talking nasty to Jared, though he meant it in a
friendly manner of thinking, "you take all the fuckin' fun out of
life... literally!"


Doing what `the boss' says, Oz approaches the side of Kevin's ass, glances
at the slick `monster' moving in and out. Coupled with what is now Kevin's
reduced pangs, Oz says, "Now that's what I call torture!"


In the play of things, Kevin wasn't allowed to speak, only make `sounds',
Joseph speaking on his behalf, "Oh, you betcha!" he laughs.


"See," Jared, himself being drawn to the fucker and fuckee, "didn't I tell
you Joseph was a sadist?"


They go way back, Jared knowing the sadism Joseph has used on dudes' asses,
which incites his friend to say, "Yeah," Joseph agrees, "they go together,
like birds of a feather," he laughs again, but gets serious again, feeling
Kevin `clench up'.


"What goes together?" Oz honestly was lost.


Joseph was caught up too much in his emotions, getting pretty near, Jared
answering, "Masochism. It doesn't quite work without the sadistic partner."


"Oh-h, right. I get it," the 30-year old gets it. However, even though he
was getting mighty horny, with Joseph getting near, his mind had a
flashback to Karl!


Then, with ferocious grunts and words, describing how he felt at the most,
"Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh..." Joseph pulls out, whips the condom off, then
strokes like hell...


Jared had to laugh his ass off, Joseph, who was always in control, is off
guard, Oz stepping in to do the honors, reaching over Kevin's leg and
grabbing up Joseph's monster in his hand, "Mind if I?"


Surprised, the action stopped for all of the amount of time it took for
Joseph to realize what Oz was saying, look to Jared, like he needed
permission and then, before going cold, "Sure!"


Well, it was the damnedest thing, Jared getting horny, stroking himself,
when he realizes how selfish he's being, Oz standing there, hard shaft
between his legs, with no stimulation.


"Allow me!" he says, reaching around Oz, slipping his hand in between Kevin
and his lover.


Not only a spectacle for poor Kevin, cuffed down to the table, chest to the
board, trying to glance over his shoulder, but Joseph, trying to cover all
stations, the awesomeness of his own stroking, Jared stoking himself up,
hand between Kevin and Oz, a place where only the mind can imagine and,
"I'm comin'... I'm comin... I'm fuckin' comin'!"


He wasn't the only one, Jared saying, "He ain't the only one!"


Well, Kevin really benefitted, Joseph erupting first, sending his white
cream right up the back. As the fountain wound down, it dribbled down the
seam of Kevin's ass.


Jared, he took the opportunity of leading the way for Oz, scribbling white
designs on the same canvas.


Oz, he didn't have a choice, Jared forcing Oz's shaft out of hiding.


However, Joseph did feel like a third wheel, brushing Jared's hand away,
"I'll handle this boy!"


Kevin, he didn't need any help, having the incentive to shoot his load
underneath, his sweet goo captured between his pubes and table.


Last act of the night, Joseph says, "Here's something for your trouble,
boy!"


Not sure if he liked that, Oz gives Jared a convulsed look, Joseph taking a
handing of the blend and painting his palm down Oz's hairy chest and
stomach.


Additionally, Joseph says, "Oh, look at the pretty pattern!"


Knowing dungeon protocol, Jared says, "I should make you clean him off,
Joseph, for not asking!"


Eyes sparked wide open, Joseph tells his friend, "Oops!"


Jared is surprised again, after first finding out how much of a willing
victim he can be towards nip torture, Oz now saying, "I wouldn't mind
cleaning Kevin's back off, if it's okay, sir?" he addresses Joseph.


"Are you sure?" Jared gets another friendly dig in. "You never know where
Joseph's cock's been!"


"For your information, Mr. Smartass," Joseph counters, "what comes out, is
in pure form, unlike what coats the outside?"


"Really, Joseph? I hadn't a clue."


"Sure. Why don't you taste it yourself?"


"No, Joseph, I'll take your word for it. I'm sure you have done your
research!"


It was stalemate for both, best friends, could have volleyed back and forth
all night.


Oz didn't get an answer from `the master', so didn't bend over and lick.


"Gee, I could sure use a beer-quencher," Jared kills Joseph's joy of
watching Oz's mouth vacuum everything up, loads of straw-sucking sounds.


Holding his wet, spent cock, Joseph says, "You're welcome to wet your
whistle here?"


Grabbing Oz's hand, Jared tells him, "I'll tell Timofey to put our drinks
on your tab, Joseph!"


Like the bear he is, Joseph appropriately responds, "Gr-r-r-r!"


However, in a matter of ten minutes, Joseph and Kevin were upstairs,
cleaned up.


Kevin's back got quite a few whiffs, the sweet odor lingering, though the
creme wiped off. Kevin's identical twin, returned, which made things
equally easy on the eyes, same muscled, rounded pecs, with a dusting of
hair, the stripe cutting down taut abs, though Barry's abs look more
pronounced, the two stood quite good looking.


Barry introduces his presence, "Well, did you have a good time?"


"Awesome!" Kevin replies, sipping his beer.


"Yeah," Jared butts in, "trust me. We were there. Your brother had a
full-filling time of it!"


Excited, Kevin almost choking on his sip, exclaims, "You should have seen
it," holds both hands up, like they were clasped around a drain pipe,
"humongous! Just humongous!"


Barry almost slips, to say, `Well, what do you think mine is, dummy!' but
catches himself from making the blooper.


Haunting Jared, he's thinking the same thing, brotherly incest, which has
wanted the moment to come up, when he can share with his new
boyfriend. However, that thought drops, thinking about Oz, how things seem
to be falling into place, a guy almost his own age, very good looking, a
place for himself in the world, which happens to be in his own business
and... well, he wants to be sure whom he shares his and Jay's little secret
with, feeling confident this is the right time and the person he's been
looking to share life with, "Um, I think we better be going?"


While Jared was speculating on personal matters, he was sort of attentive
to Oz, conversing with Joseph.


Which, is why Joseph has written his cell number on a napkin, placing it in
Oz's hand, saying, "Call me, that is if `Master Jared' will allow it!"


Like in the past, not in a fetish way of thinking, but from boyfriend to
boyfriend, Oz has come up against guys wanting to `own' him, but in all
scenarios, peering at Jared, he decides he would not mind very much, being
owned by Joseph, "Yes. I will have to check."


Last dig of the night, Jared says, "Maybe I'll just make Oz available to
everyone else, but off limits to you, Joseph!"


However, upon departure, they act like best friends in the whole world,
almost brothers, hugging, a sweet peck on the lips, Jared leaving with
sweet words of affection, "You reek man, get a shower!"


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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee


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